Sneak Peak at Cheeky Spanking Stories

Here's a short excerpt from my story "The Impact of Change." It's included in the Rachel Kramer Bussel anthology Cheeky Spanking Stories, out now from Cleis Press.


I found, one late, midsummer afternoon, that I was sick of Ryan spanking me, which came as a huge surprise. I’d always loved it, always gotten so hot, so wet, so, so, so turned on by each mouthwatering, cunt-wetting smack of his hand. Or our paddle; or our strap; or a spatula, once; or a dildo, which happened more than a few times, each with him taking turns sliding it in and out of my pussy, then hitting each cheek with a walloping thump. But this afternoon, bent over his knee, one whole year into our relationship, it just wasn't doing it for me. Well, fuck. I knew it was his favorite act, knew his last girlfriend had hated it—that had been one part of why they’d broken up. So I took each spank like I always did, pretending that I was having a hell of a lot of fun even though no, I really wasn't.
Once he was done, Ryan put on a condom, and I found I certainly still enjoyed this sex act, still enjoyed having his lovely cock fuck my pussy. I came, quick and intense, with only a few rubs of Ryan’s skilled middle finger. He came only moments later, growling and bucking against me.

We cleaned up and went out to dinner. But what to do about this problem? Did this mean more trouble down the line?

During dinner, Ryan noticed I wasn't my usual talkative self, and he tried to pry the reason out of me, but I refused to reveal what was causing my lips to mostly stay shut. After all, how could I tell him? Especially in a fancy restaurant like this.

“Maybe this will cheer you up, Toni,” Ryan said, one corner of his mouth turning up in what I’d always thought of as his “sexy-time grin.”

“Oh?” I asked. I swallowed the last of my chardonnay. I was more interested in what kinds of desserts the restaurant was serving than anything sexual at this point in time, but it certainly wasn’t dessert that always came along with said “sexy- time smile.”

“Yeah, it’s something waiting for us at home. In our bedroom. Consider it an anniversary present. Which, well, is kind of what it is.”

Now, a gift—that I could get behind. He’d always had exquisite taste in whatever he picked out for me, and while we’d agreed not to get each other anything for our anniversary (we were both a little light in our wallets at the moment), I had already thought once or twice that he might go ahead and get me something anyway. That was just what Ryan was like, always wanting to show me how much he loved me, even though all I needed to be reassured of his love were his words and his affection, something he still hadn’t realized, obviously, or he wouldn't have gotten me something.

“Then I suppose I’ll skip dessert.” I took Ryan’s hand and kissed it. “I already know I’ll love it, whatever it is. But you know you didn't have to get me anything.”

“Yes, I knew that, but I worked out a deal with someone, so you don’t have to worry about it costing us this month’s rent. It may not have been very pricey, but I have a feeling you’ll just love it,” Ryan said, and then he winked at me.

“Good. Well, let’s pay the check and head home, sweetie. I’m dying to find out what it is!”

We had walked there; the restaurant was only about three blocks from our building, and luckily, the night was pleasant, with a slight, warm breeze carrying along the scents of summer. Admittedly, I felt a little giddy at the thought that some kind of delightful (and probably sexual) surprise was waiting for me at our place. Whatever it was, I was sure it would align with Ryan’s always perfect taste. And it did, in a way, although it was nothing like what I’d expected.

When we got home, Ryan told me to wait about five minutes and then join him in the bedroom. I did as he said, and then, not knowing what to expect, I turned the doorknob and went inside. Ryan stood near the bed, completely naked, and sitting on the bed, wearing just as much as Ryan was—in other words, nothing at all—was one of the most gorgeous men I’d seen in all my days. Instead of being delighted, or overjoyed, maybe, that such a lovely specimen sat on our bed, I gasped, suddenly feeling a little light-headed. Ryan’s gift to me was a man? What on… what on earth had gotten into my boyfriend?

Yes, we’d talked, while fucking, about a third—always a man, because while Ryan was bi, I mostly wasn't—but talking was quite different than doing. Obviously. Why didn't Ryan realize that?

But when Ryan approached this fine, fine man, when the man stood, and reached up to Ryan’s head, trailing his fingers through Ryan’s thick hair, when he grabbed my boyfriend’s ponytail and yanked, hard, and when Ryan’s back bowed back from the pull of this man’s hand, I practically soaked through my panties. “Oh, my god…” I said, my voice quiet—reverent, almost. This was, quite possibly, the hottest thing I’d seen. Ever. In my entire life.

Cheeky Spanking stories is available from Cleis Press in print form.

It's also available from Amazon in print and eBook form: click here for the print version and click here for an eBook

                                                                                                            

Book Excerpt on Cliterati

I have a book excerpt from Dreaming of Her up on the Cliterati website.
Go here to check it out: Dreaming of Her excerpt.
Enjoy!

So cheeky!

My short story "The Impact of Change" is in the now-released Cheeky Spanking Stories, edited by the excellent Rachel Kramer Bussel. My story is about a threesome, made up of two men and one lady, where, of course, some spanking is involved. Here's the anthology's description:

"From naughty and nice to fabulously kinky, these stingingly good spanking stories will please aficionados as well as readers new to the ecstatic delights of the paddle, crop or hand. A woman dresses as a man to gain access to 'The Spanking Salon' in Elizabeth Coldwell's dangerously erotic story, and her punishment is meted out stroke by stroke. The brother of a flatmate turns out to be 'The Perfect Domme' in Lucy Felthouse's story of serendipitous sex. In Donna George Storey's 'The Assignment,' a young journalist planning an exposé on a professional spank daddy is deliciously exposed herself. Editor of the bestselling Spanked, Bussel reflects that 'there are an infinite number of ways to talk about the pleasures of spanking. Me? I get off just thinking about bending over for that special someone.'

Nobody can make you blush better than Rachel Kramer Bussel."

Get your copy here, direct from the terrific Cleis Press: Cheeky Spanking Stories.

SheWired and Dreaming of Her!

There's an excerpt of my novel Dreaming of Her on SheWired's website in their Style section.
Go here to read it: SheWired Dreaming of Her excerpt. And please, if you have the chance, "Like" it and tweet about it! Many thanks if you do.

Great Review of Dreaming of Her!

Just got a wonderful (and well-written!) review of Dreaming of Her on cherrygrrl.com. Check it out here:
http://cherrygrrl.com/book-review-dreaming-of-her/

"Our dreams contain some of our deepest and darkest secrets and desires, parts of ourselves we are afraid to share when we are awake. In our dreams, we create a new reality: one where our creative subconscious takes over and those parts of us that we hide are revealed. But what if we weren’t in total control of our dreams? What if there was someone, or something, that guided our subconscious and directed our dreams? In Dreaming of Her, the new novel from Maggie Morton (available from Bold Strokes Books), it is Lilith’s job as a Dreammaker to bridge the gap between our reality and the dream world, bringing to light those deep, dark, hidden desires..."

The Partners of (or in) Our Dreams

Also posted on the Bold Strokes Books blog.

Couples meet in many, many ways. I met my partner of five years (and then many more, we expect) in a local coffeehouse. I approached him because I decided he was cute, and complimented his t-shirt. We wound up talking for a good hour or two, and then he had to go. But it could have been a concert, or a class, or on the street, or we could have met via a friend.

In Dreaming of Her, Isa meets Lilith in a dream, which isn’t really a typical way for couples to meet in our reality. I do dream about my partner quite often, though. In these dreams, sometimes we are fighting, sometimes we are happy, and sometimes we are…well, I’ll leave that one up to your imaginations. In Dreaming of Her, in my character Isa’s dreams, she and Lilith begin by having sex, but, as these things can often go, it begins to progress to more, and the two women begin to care about more than just when they’ll next get to bed down with each other. But unlike my partner and me, they come from very different worlds, Isa from the world of humans, and Lilith from the world of Dreammakers. Dreammakers are creatures who bring humans – like Isa – their dreams, and just like this reality, said dreams can bring humans like Isa joy or sorrow. Or, sometimes, a bit of each.

Outside of my dreams of my guy, there is much more joy than sorrow – we make each other laugh on a daily basis, we cook and bake, we cuddle. We do almost everything together. But not everyone gets to live in the same reality, sometimes emotionally, or, as in Isa’s case, sometimes physically. Is it enough, then, to just be in someone’s thoughts? And their dreams? For some people in our universe, it definitely is, but Isa and Lilith have much more to contend with than just a long distance relationship. As hot as their shared moments with each other are, those moments are not really enough to hold the two women together. But as their meetings begin to progress to more than just sex, they both must ask themselves – are dreams enough? For me and my partner, there is definitely enough, but we’re able spend as many waking hours together as we so wish, and Isa and Lilith are not as lucky. Each of them will have to make up their mind about whether dreams alone are enough. And would they be enough for me? I can’t really say, but looking at my guy in my dreams is certainly more joy than sorrow, and as I say about him in Dreaming of Her’s dedication, sometimes life itself can seem like a dream come true

Women and Words...and a Giveaway!

I have a post up on the wonderful Women and Words blog, as well as an eBook giveaway of Dreaming of Her. Go here to read it and enter to win a copy:

Dreams by Maggie Morton – Guest Blog & FREE BOOK

And feel free to check out the rest of the blog and its other posts––lots of great reading and great authors on there.
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