Hello. My name is Rob Graham and I’m a writer of erotica. More specifically, BDSM erotica with strong romantic overtones.
I’m not shy about what I write and many people, at least those who don’t hurry away, ask me why I put out such work. I always tell them it’s the intensity and awareness of the D/s relationship.
All the sensations of D/s are intense. Whether it’s the feel of the cuffs, the sting of the crop, the scratch of the ropes or the final climax of a play session, the sensations are intense. The bond between Dominant and submissive is just as strong and the intensity of emotions often hardens that bond to the strength of steel.
All this makes the people involved aware of these things. There’s a sharpness of perception when playing. It adds to all the emotions involved in a D/s relationship.
These are the things I try to bring out when I write. The intensity and awareness of a BDSM relationship. The romance pretty much follows from that.
Here’s a sample from one of my stories from my latest e-book Quick Pieces of Kinky Smut to demonstrate my hypotheses. It’s from a story entitled Bless Me, Father and it’s actually about the mildest of the stories in the book.
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May O’Conner lay sprawled on her couch, her eyes fixed on the television screen. Her hands roved over her body, tickled her T-shirt clad torso, stroked the smooth legs sticking out from her cut off jean covered hips. She knew her lover would be there soon, that she had to get ready for their date. Instead she sat there teasing herself, caught in the kink that held her in control.
It was a scene she’d watched many times. The woman on the screen was saying “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” The man of the cloth was reaching for her and soon they would be doing things a person in his position shouldn’t do. May loved it.
Ever since she’d first become a woman, May had lusted after men like the one on the screen. Just past being a girl her eyes would fix on them at Sunday Mass. She didn’t know, then, what she wanted from them, but May knew she wanted them. This want grew stronger as she grew older. The fact that it was forbidden, so, so sinful increased its grip on her.
So here she was, playing with herself, loving the wicked feelings rising in her. She’d be a little late for her date but she knew if she didn’t give into her lust now she’d be distracted by it all evening.
A knock came at the front door to her apartment.
Damn! she thought. Not now! May stayed where she was, watching her DVD. She hoped whoever it was would go away. There were more important things for her to do.
The knock came again, more insistently this time.
All right, damn it! I’m coming. Sighing unhappily, May got off the couch and padded on bare feet to the door. She swung it open and said, “What do you wa…” Her sentence ended with a gasp.
The man standing in the hall was tall and broad shouldered. It was the way he was dressed that caught her attention though. She stared at the clerical collar wrapped around his throat. A cassock was draped over his solid form. Bringing her eyes up she saw his face was clean shaven with a strong chin. His mouth smiled warmly. The man’s grey eyes were friendly, with a hint of some other emotion flickering in them. Dark brown hair neatly coifed covered his head.
May stood still, surprise holding her for an instant. She shivered as lust made her pussy twitch. The heat inspired by the movie she had been watching grew at the appearance of her fantasy figure at the door. Her green eyes blinked and she lifted a hand to smooth her copper red hair.
“I believe you have need of me,” the man said.
The word ‘need’ in all its forms rippled through her. It took a moment, but May succeeded in nodding.
“You should invite me in then,” he continued.
May nodded again and stood aside. The man in the clerical garb walked in. She closed the door behind him.
He looked at her, one eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“T, this way, Father,” she managed to say, her voice unsteady. May led him into the living room and the pair sat on the couch. May caught up her remote, clicked the button to turn off the TV. The half cynical smile on her guest’s face made her aware that he had seen what was happening on the screen.
Her visitor’s mouth quirked, a gesture of amusement with a hint of mischief in it. “You need to confess, don’t you my child?” he asked.
A shiver ran through May, the most delicious tremor of heat. This was so much like her fantasies, the ones that had kept her awake at night. Naked and with her hands busily working she’d visualize this moment.
“I… I…” she stammered. “Y, yes, Father. I do need to confess.”
The man sitting next to her said nothing. His face held a calm questioning, with a twist of puckish amusement on his mouth.
“I have sin, sinful thoughts, Father,” May went on.
“About what, my child?” he prodded.
“About, about, men like you, Father.”
His response was that amused, somewhat wicked smile. A heat began to glow in his eyes. “Go on,” he prompted.
“I imagine…” May gulped down the sudden surge of lust in her. “…imagine a man like you. I imagine him touching me, playing with me. I, I get so horny.” Her eyes widened at the base language that slipped out of her mouth. “I imagine opening myself to him, him entering me, the two of us fu, fu, fucking.” May’s face turned a bright red. She had tried to use a less profane term but only the word ‘fucking’ covered what was in her imagination.
“That is very sinful, my child,” her guest noted, “very sinful. Such thoughts require a penance.”
May’s face grew grim. Although she was no longer a practicing Church member, the thought of penance still bought up feelings of shame. Shame which, as always, made her lust climb higher.
“Your penance…” the man in the cassock told her. He paused.
May’s body grew tight with anticipation and uneasiness. Myriad thoughts, lustful and embarrassing, swirled through her mind.
“…is to not orgasm until I tell you you can.”
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However, I’m also giving away a copy to one of the people who comments on this post. So wait until tomorrow to buy, in case you get lucky.
Thank you to Paige Tyler and the Nice N’ Naughty for letting me entertain you.