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hello i love finishing books – BE MY BULLY’s final episode is out now!

i’m not crying you’re crying. read the FINAL EPISODE of this lesbian schoolgirl femdom noir for $2.99 or FREE on KindleUnlimited. this was my flagship erotica project and while i’m thrilled it’s over i’m also very sad, ya’ll. but wait! because if you love rhoda dendron, be extra-sure to check out this episode–after the story is over there’s a free sample of my upcoming reverse harem paranormal erotica, the tale of rho! this multi-volume series is full of ageplay, femdom, polyamory, teasing, spanking, and way, way more, so if you’ve enjoyed be my bully, you’ll enjoy this series of novel-length volumes even more. read the sample at the end of be my bully episode 12: despair thy charm, or just join all the readers who have already pre-ordered the first book in the series!

READ “BE MY BULLY EPISODE 12: DESPAIR THY CHARM”

When it rains, it pours. Publicly humiliated in front of transfer student Lulu Eirwen and several police officers, Rhoda Dendron is locked in a cell in the Griswald police station; the identity of the serial killer has become evident; and Lucia is now under strict orders from her father to stay in their temporary domicile at all costs.

But there are some situations adults simply can’t resolve. Lucia realizes something nobody else does: that the police force of Griswald is now functioning under a time limit, and they haven’t got a prayer of solving the case when they’ve convinced themselves they already have their killer. It’s up to Lulu to take a risk, rescue her friend, and free the town of Griswald from the shadow of a murderer.

Too bad she’s never practiced firing a handgun before: but, as they say, you learn by doing.

This romantic tale of erotic mystery contains explicit content that may not be appropriate for all readers, and some episodes feature frank discussion of disturbing topics. Discretion is advised.

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hello i love free previews – two short chapters from INDUSTRIAL DIVINITY

Buy my debut standalone novel for $9.99 and get it the day it comes out on July 31st, 2020! If that command doesn’t convince you, then maybe these samples will.

5

By the next evening, the stranger had established her page on the video site. White, unadorned, empty of anything but her account name. Plain as her early set. After careful furniture rearrangement, she’d produced enough space to prop her budget photography screen against the kitchen/not-kitchen partition. There was even space for the lights. More adjustment made room for the camera. The barstool normally at the partition became her seat before the background. They were missing just one thing: after discussion, she took her seat with a hammer in her hand.


“Hello,” she began on his mark, but he immediately stopped the camera.


“You need more energy than that.”


“Do I?”


“Yeah. Think about those videos I showed you! These people were all super excited. You need to understand that you’re crafting a character.”


She pondered the head of the hammer. Rust lined the metal edge: the result of a leaky pipe in the last kitchen sink under which it had been stored. Time’s victim. “I’m so detached from myself. How could I come up with a character?”


“Oh, please, you’re the craziest girl I’ve ever met. You mean to say you’re not a character already?” He waved his hand at her. “Tell me what you feel about your situation. Do you like it more or dislike it more?”


“I guess I like it more. I like it a lot more than I dislike it.”


“And what do you like about it?”


“Well…” Her thumb pressed to the jagged texture of rust buildup, almost cuttingly sharp. “I guess it’s an opportunity to feel things. Things nobody else can ever feel.”


“So, you want to enjoy it—I mean, your condition. Your life.” Obviously uncomfortable with the true degree of her sadomasochism, he scratched his cheek before turning back to the camera. “Then I think that’s what you should tap into. If you want people to watch you, be excited about something. People love artists who are passionate about their art… Nobody likes a singer who’s too blasé, not for long.”


“Do people really want to see my passion for self-mutilation?”


“Just roll with it,” he said, adjusting the focus of the camera. “In three, two—”

6

The most-discussed viral phenomenon over the next few days was not the disease sweeping the globe but a surreal video of a lovely young woman in front of a white screen.


“Hi, everybody!” The woman giggled as if at herself and continued, “I’m the Degenetrix!” She introduced herself as a performance artist living in the city. Fairly close to true, or was about to be. It occurred to the woman only in the first few seconds of filming that this was a whole new medium for her. A massive shift: from making art to becoming art. The assumption of a new identity, “the Degenetrix,” a title suggested by the stranger and immediately embraced like the answer to some riddle.


This realization of new emergence was not apparent in the video’s final cut, where her image was superimposed with the familiar clip of her body smashing against a windshield. “You probably know me from the hit-and-run video that’s been making the rounds! A lot of people have wanted to know about me: Was she in shock? Is she on drugs? Is it a publicity stunt? No! I’m a real person. And what you’re about to see is real, too.”


Once the camera panned to reveal the hammer in her hand, the woman known as the Degenetrix stood up, crossed behind the stool, laid her left hand upon it, and attempted to bring the hammer down with her right.

“Ah!”


The first blow made her cry out but was not hard enough to achieve anything stupendous. The second got a knuckle and a “Fuck!” but yielded no satisfying break. “Help me,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Help me, help me, damn you—”


After the shake of the camera upon its tripod resolved to a still frame, the cameraman appeared in the scene to help her. Face obscured by the low angle so all that could be seen was his arm, the man took the hammer and repeatedly brought it to bear upon her fingers.

“Oh, God!” Her screaming pierced the apartment, and she realized at once that this would never fly—they had to get sound-dampening equipment to line her not-kitchen. This was one of a flurry of out-of-place practical thoughts—strange, spontaneous expansions of imagery the way people thought of chores during sex. In the video, she didn’t appear to be thinking about anything: only screaming, profaning, gripping her abused left hand by the wrist to keep it in place while the hammer smashed away.

The man stumbled off frame again. Viewers commented that the sound at time stamp 3:14 was likely the sound of the hammer being dropped. For about thirty seconds, the footage showed only the woman, gasping, weeping, her forehead against the edge of the barstool while she stared through tear-matted eyelashes at the pulp of her hand. Gradually, her crying calmed. The camera shook as it was removed from its tripod and the cameraman’s arc swung wide to reveal bits and pieces of an apartment, lighting equipment—no substantial wires or special effects equipment immediately visible. Only the woman, who, still collapsed against the stool, lifted her head at the camera’s approach and managed a shaky inhalation.

“This is real,” she wetly emphasized, reaching off-screen for a paper towel she used to blot blood from her bruised hand. “This is a magic trick. I’m a performance artist. But this is real.”

The camera zoomed in on her cleaned hand. Crumpled fingers snapped back into place as if the woman were a blow-up doll expanding into shape. By the time ninety seconds had passed, the woman’s hand was healed. The camera panned over the breadth of her grin, eyes bright and cheeks flushed as if by postcoital ecstasy.

“If you want to see more, be sure to like this video, leave a comment, and subscribe to the channel. See you next time!”

One last shot of her waving her broken hand: an auto-suggestion from the website’s algorithm that viewers might also enjoy this clip of a man falling from a ladder and smashing his head on his driveway.

-END OF SAMPLE-

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hello i love bad girls who get good whippings

and i also love having 20 titles on the kindle store. yes, between may 13th and june 29th of this year i have posted 20 titles to the kindle store including one bundle and, two novellas, and a few titles currently in preorder state. i’m very pleased with this start to my amazon erotica career and think it all the more appropriate that today’s new semi-standalone short (read for $2.99 or for FREE on KindleUnlimited) stars that devious and spankable former senior class vice president of griswald school for unruly girls, rhoda dendron. have the pleasure of reading about felix eirwen giving that incorrigible brat a taste of the razor strop and while you’re at it enjoy a sprinkling of heterosexual dd/lg shower sex. this second semi-standalone short is set in the background of be my bully episode 8, so you might enjoy this steamy short even more if you’re caught up with the series. if you’re not, there’s no time like the present.

oh, and ps, you might notice this is bonus episode 2bonus episode 1, also starring rhoda and felix, is available only to mailing list subscribers. fill out your email in the form at the bottom of this page and i’ll send you a download link for that episode and more!

CLICK HERE TO READ “SQUEAKY CLEAN”

Eighteen-year-old Rhoda Dendron is the kind of brat who requires thorough attention. (Un)lucky for Felix Eirwen, recent dark events in the strange town of Griswald and its seemingly cursed school have left Rhoda with nowhere to turn…and both Felix and his daughter are too warm-hearted for their own good. Take Felix: he tries to be a stand-up guy, but sexy, sensual Rhoda has a way of tempting him to submit to more primitive impulses than he cares to admit he has.

Is it really so wrong to react as nature intended when a hot, athletic girl like Rhoda joins you in the shower? Who’s really to blame? That irresistibly wicked nymphomaniac? The strapping older man who just can’t say no?

Or, you know…the murderer running around the town of Griswald who landed Rhoda in Felix’s house to begin with?

This erotic semi-standalone episode contains light DDLG dirty talk and other explicit content that may not be appropriate for all readers, and some episodes of the series as a whole feature frank discussion of disturbing topics. Discretion is advised.

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hello i published a sexy chastity short

if i’m being honest i don’t understand chastity fetishes (i am so far gone at this point that it is basically like vanilla sex to me) but since it’s the single most popular femdom category on amazon i decided i better learn. gotta write to that MARKET baby i kno u kno. so i looked for a character who could help me learn what’s fun about it and voila. the end result is a new franchise of interrelated but potentially standalone shorts starring the mary poppins of femdom, the titular (and i do mean titular) evita tartt. meet evita as she begins to guide married couple nina and freddie down their journey into femdom in the first-timer’s guide to chastity, available now on amazon for $2.99 or free on kindle unlimited. this series is great for anybody who wants their kinky fiction a little tamer–more on the side of domestic discipline than hardcore bdsm. but if you’re into the latter, be sure to check back tomorrow…or just preorder your copy of dottie for you episode 1: feeling dottie now on amazon so you can have a delicious dolcett romance delivered to you first thing in the morning, you sick fuck.

that’s all today thanks for reading oh and don’t forget

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hello i love new releases

i wrote a new femdom erotica novella that’s got whipping, foot worship, pegging, cuckolding, and a lil “forced” bi (although is it ever really forced when people enjoy themselves???). and speaking of bi please buy it buy it buy it buy it buy it buy it buy it click the cover below and give me $4.99 on amazon or read it for FREE on kindle unlimited but u kno if u actually buy it i’ll think ur cool so it’s up to u

“There exist, my adored slave, such contrivances of strap and harness, and certain implements (generally of stone or ivory) that can be attached therein…why, such things can even be used on men to great effect.”

At the decadent height of the proud Roman Empire, the last taboo is the one governing relations between master and slave–so when the powerful socialite Marcella Agrippina, used to having men line up to kiss her feet, receives a new slave as a gift from her lover, his true intentions are beyond her wildest dreams. This studly gladiator salvaged from the bloody games of Rome’s Colosseum is the very height of male splendor…and his hard body is irresistible, even when making use of that body means Marcella must risk her own freedom.

But is she truly in danger of being made a slave, herself? Faustus, the strange and scheming senator who insisted on the gift, seems pretty interested in this sexy bull of a fighter. So eager to hear all about what she thinks of her new slave–so interested to hear how she uses him.

Maybe it won’t be so hard for Marcella to bend both men to her will in the end.

This work of erotic fiction contains unconventional relationship dynamics and fantasies of female domination. Reader discretion is advised.

ty for ur time and reading and money xoxoxo

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