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Thanks for visiting today Sacha. Tell us about the sexy tales you spin. I'm dying to read your latest 1NS. I must admit my to-read list is almost as long as my to-write list and I'm behind on both!
Seeing as how my 1NS Menage Bound deals with a feisty female submissive and not one, but TWO hunky dominant males, I thought I'd offer some lifestyle experience for those looking to engage in writing (or playing) with another top.
1. Jason and Chase have an agreement, they know what their likes and dislikes are, what their boundaries are. Understanding and asking questions about the other top gives you a glimpse into their eyes.
2. Questions for the submissive – In Menage Bound Jason and Chase did ask Siddella for her safeword, but she's played without them for so long with other partners. So they gave her one.
3. Take turns. Playing is fun, yet hard work! Make sure you get adequate breathing room in the dungeon with your co-top so as not to burn out too quickly on a scene. This goes well for the writers too, primarily because depending on the POV of the story, we want to see a varied experience. The same applies to sex by the way
4. Don't drag things on for too long, either. Yes, play is fun, sex is great, but both players and readers don't want constant marathon scenes. Variety IS the spice of life!
5. When the whip hits her thigh, DO drop it and apologize, pull her into your arms and kiss all over her to make sure she's okay. – Okay this is a personal experience bit, not from a story but from a real life incident. I freaked. She laughed. We made love after. Marathon style.
Writing the lifestyle and participating in it are both forms of masochism that I'm sure you'll enjoy. I know our readers do!
Blurb: Siddella, a tired corporate executive needs a break from the hectic work life she leads. Overstressed, she wouldn’t mind if that break came in the form of two hunky dominant males that cater to dark fantasies involving bondage of both the mind and body. Jason and Chase have yearned for a woman who fit into their relationship. She’d be sexy, confident, self reliant and kinky? Damn right she would be. But her most prized possession would her acceptance of them as individuals and a couple. When all three are separately given 1Night Stand cards, they realize the chance of a lifetime. Are they ultimately ménage bound?
Grabbing her purse, Siddella pulled out her wallet and slid her ID and a credit card into a back pocket along with the room key. She hoped it wouldn't be needed later.
Tossing the bag on the bed, she walked towards the door and stopped in front of the mirror. She did a complete 360 turn, admiring her curves and the casual yet seductive look she hoped she pulled off.
Then, out the door she went.
Scanning the dense crowd, Siddella spotted two very tall, very handsome gentlemen waiting at a table, cigars in hand.
One stood casually, leaning forward, his broad shoulders filling the space between him and the other man. Short dark hair curled in a neat cut. Tanned skin suggested a Latino heritage. The suit he wore seemed to leave nothing to the imagination and the boots completed the look.
She swore she came right there at the sight of him.
His partner leaned back and looked somewhat tense but he wore it well. Long blonde hair cascaded down over an equally impressive physique though he appeared to be somewhat smaller in stature.
Sea blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
Neither had seen her yet. Good.
She could still back out.
Her nipples pocked beneath the shirt and forced the urge to cover up to the front of her mind.
Mentally, she slapped herself. This could be it.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and strode towards the two men. Cigar smoke hung over their heads, sweetening the stale Vegas air.
The one with his back turned to her spun around and locked gazes with her.
The blonde's eyes pinned her in place. "Hi. You must be…"
Her tongue snaked out and wet her bottom lip. The cool air with which both men carried themselves hung in the air like a prominent force.
Power emanated from the blonde. Control, from the dark haired male.
Realization hit her.
These two were the real deal.
Her mouth suddenly went dry.
Dark haired man extended an arm, slid a chair out from beneath the table. "You should sit with us. My name is Jason. This," he waved a hand at his partner, "is Chase."
"I'm Siddella,' Heat crept up her cheeks. She had to look up to see how tall both men were even though they sat and commanded their surroundings, rather than the other way around. She slid into the chair and set her hands on the table. Jason's eyes gleamed with intense lust, black eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.
Chase's silk shirt complimented the depth of color in his eyes while offsetting the tone of his fair skin. She liked the look, it soothed her knowing someone else had fair skin like hers.
A waitress came over with two bourbons. "What will the lady be having?"
"Scotch." Siddella couldn't quite find her voice.
"Very well ma'am. Neat?"
Two sets of eyes roamed over her body, flustering her further. Her blood began to boil with arousal. Liquid flooded her core. "Yes. Eighteen year if you have it."
"Of course." She trotted away, but not before eyeing the two sitting with Siddella.
"So, Madame Eve's quite a woman," Chase spoke first, waving his cigar back.
A brow arched. "Madame Eve?"
"Yes, she's the one who picked the three of us for this."
"Hm," Siddella received her drink a moment later, picked it up and lifted it in toast, "So she's responsible for…"
"Exactly," Jason leaned in. "She's a wise woman I understand. Even if she's a little…unique."
Nodding, Siddella took a sip of her scotch. "I had no idea this service was run by a woman."
"I'm somewhat familiar with the man who owns this hotel and he tells me in little bits here and there about 1Night Stand. Not much to say really. We did the paperwork, submitted it and here we are, a few hours later."
She whistled, "That was fast. I did mine earlier. You know--"
Jason held a hand up. "Before we all turn into nervous chatterboxes," he motioned with his cigar at Chase, "Why don't we toast to this harmonious, potentially euphonious experience, then adjourn to a better local."
Hand shaking, Siddella brought her glass to the center of the table. "What did you have in mind?"
Chase leaned in, clinking his glass against Jason's, then against Siddella's. "We've set up something up in the penthouse suite."
Siddella managed to swallow the lump in her throat and let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The rich scent of cigar smoke, combined with the spiciness from Jason's bourbon tickled her nose. She leaned in a little closer, "Sounds fancy," she held her glass up still, "So shall we toast?"
Chase winked, "A new beginning?"
Jason's glass knocked gently against Siddella's, then Chase's. "A new relationship."
Both men seemed a little uncertain about what to toast. Siddella met Jason's gaze first, stared deep into those dark depths. Kindness along with the embers of lust burned in his eyes.
Moving to Chase, she studied him only for a second longer than Jason. Chase's eyes held a tranquil sway that screamed his desire to be trusted and do the right thing. Deep passion twinkled in deep sea blue eyes. She could go with them. She'd at least be safe.
"Acceptance. To full acceptance, boys."
For a second, Jason seemed to hesitate as did Chase.
Then they brought their glasses together in one swift motion, before all three of them took long sips.
Siddella enjoyed the burn of the 18 year old scotch, letting the smoothness coat her tongue the way one of these men's cocks would in a few minutes. She hadn't forgotten the buzzing of her sex, the pulse of her heart throbbing while lust fueled every movement.
Jason and Chase stood in unison. "Shall we?" Both men set their glasses down, finished cigars ended up in the ashtray. They extended a hand to her.
She took them in hers, noting the size difference when they stood. Both towered over her by a good foot at least. Their hands were huge.
Neither man left doubt in her mind about the size of their cocks when she glanced at their crotches.
Her breath caught in her throat.
She remembered to inhale, exhale. Then, feeling the warmth from both men encircled her, she followed them like a good little girl out of the casino bar and into the nearest bank of
elevators. Aware of the overwhelming presence of male surrounding her, she couldn't help but giggle.
"Something the matter, Siddella? You can back out at any time."
The tenderness came from Chase.
Back out? Hell no! Her body thrummed with so much sexual energy she could probably power the Vegas Strip for at least a week. She offered an innocent smile. "I'm good. Let's do this." Batting her eyelashes, she cocked her head to the side.
Jaosn smirked. "Do you want a safe word?"
The smart move would be to say yes. Somehow it wouldn't be needed. But…
"Unlike my partner, I'm not asking. I'm giving you one. Wine Bottle. If things get too heavy, you simply say wine bottle." Chase didn't look back.
The air of cool coming from Chase made her knees weak. "Wine bottle. Okay." At least they were thinking of her safety. Yeah, they possessed the traits of true dominant males who valued her existence enough to give her a safe word. She smiled at the gesture.
The elevator dinged. Siddella started forward but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She looked back at Jason.
His eyes narrowed.
She let out a sigh. "Please, after you."
Jason stepped into the elevator, followed by Chase. Then they turned and with the slightest of movements, acknowledged Siddella, giving her permission to enter.
The material of her shirt began irritating her already hard nipples. Anticipation drove her wild. What would these men do to her?
What would start things off?
Only a few more moments would pass before she found out.