Introduction: Who knew?
For the past twenty-something years, I've been writing sultry stories about characters who know what they need. I've been patient with them. I've provided all the toys and tools. I've shown them the way.
My brain is an interesting location—more of a bar than a bus station. Characters arrive and make themselves at home. I pour a drink and find out exactly what each one yearns for.
What I didn't realize is that over the years many of my men have craved a strong female lover. These submissive males have gone on their knees and begged me to fulfill their fantasies. Not until I put this collection together did I realize how many sub men I've penned. And pleased. And played with.
In "Broken," Dean finally finds what he's looking for:
"Ten more strokes," she told him. "You count this time."
He did, stuttering every few numbers, fucking the mattress with his hips when he couldn't help himself. She gave him an extra two for that. He was supposed to behave; she thought he understood.
In "Plucked," Sandy is shown a whole new soundtrack for his life:
"Roll over," I tell him. He stares at me. His eyes are dark, like the bay at night. He looks scared. Fuck me hard for liking that look. "Roll over, Sandy," I tell him, "I know what you want."
In WYSIWYG, with Nate, what you see is what you get, until two dommes show up to his small town and change everything:
"Because you're going to be the one getting fucked. Your asshole—a virgin asshole, I'm assuming—is going to be spread and taken. And tomorrow, when I go home, when I'm hanging out with my friends, I'll be the one doing the bragging. This boy, I'll say. This beautiful boy was on my tip…"
So here is my first ever solo collection of Femdom Erotica. Several of the stories have appeared in other erotic anthologies over the years, but this is the first time they've been cuffed all in a row. My latest piece, WYSIWYG, has never been printed anywhere before!
XXX,
Alison Tyler