Friday, January 23, 2015

Kinky Friends Need Love Too

Readers of my blog know that at my first BDSM Writers Workshop Weekend in 2012, I learned about Fetlife—the Facebook for kinky folks. I searched for local events and discovered the Bucks County Power Exchange.

That group changed my writing, as my four most recent books are all about BDSM.

BFFs in kinky costume
It changed my life as well. Soon I became the Secretary to this group. The Director of BCPE, spikedheels, or slave wendie as she is also known, is my best friend in the kink world. She introduced me to her vast array of friends and acquaintances, whose collective brains I picked, to learn motivation and character and to get plot ideas.

We shared a room at kinky weekend events such as The Floating World and Once Upon a Time. I shared her joy when she was collared by her Master. She stood by me at dungeons, pointing out people and explaining things I should know. She even watched as I had my first public orgasm from being flogged.

Wendie has been diagnosed with Stage III thyroid cancer, complicated by a lesion on the brain.

Her troubles began in September 2014 with loss of vision, vertigo and severe migraines. Because of a history of mini-strokes and ocular migraines, she was ordered to the hospital, where a lesion was discovered on the left side of her brain.

After a spinal tap and an MRI from the cranium down, several suspicious nodules were discovered on her thyroid. Biopsies confirmed they were cancerous. In December, surgeons at University of Pennsylvania Hospital performed a total thyroidectomy and removed a number of lymph nodes, several of which were also cancerous.

Thyroid Cancer Awareness ribbon
She’s been in and out of the hospital for 19 days so far, already using up all her sick leave. She needs to go cold-turkey off the thyroid medicines 3 to 5 weeks prior to radiation treatment. Being off these meds will knock her out, leaving her lethargic and pretty much unable to move, let alone work. A week of radiation treatments will follow at which time she’ll be radioactive and confined to home. And, of course, a long convalescence and probably more surgery.

Last week her sister approached me for help in reaching out to the kinky community. She is spearheading a Beef N Beer Fundraiser and Silent Auction to be held on Friday, March 13, at the VFW Hall in Willow Grove PA. Concomitant with that, I’m coordinating a Kinky Auction on Fetlife.

If you can help in any way, here are some suggestions:

1.  If you’re in the Philadelphia area, come to the March 13 Beef N Beer between 7:00-11:00pm. Tickets are $25 in advance, $30 at the door. Among the items in the Silent Auction that night are a Coach bag, acupuncture treatment, hypnotist, $350 photo shoot, and basket filled with my erotic romance DANCE series.

2.  If you’re on Fetlife (a link won’t work unless you have a profile there), go to the Auction4Spike page and see (and maybe bid on) items such as floggers, canes, crops, spanking implements, graphic art made to order, and more. The site is updated daily as new kinky items are donated. The kinky auction will end at noon Eastern time on Thursday, March 12.

3.  To make a contribution or buy tickets via Paypal, contact Wendie’s sister at dees510@aol.com for more information.

Thank you for helping my best friend.

~~ Cris Anson
 

Thursday, January 8, 2015

BDSM COVER FOR BDSM BOOK


Hoo-eeee, am I excited! Look at this brand-new cover that Ellora's Cave's artists just sent me for WHAT SHE NEEDS! This novella was released a few years ago with, okay, I'll admit, a so-so cover. The female model happens to be me, and it was a real kick for me to pose with the late, sorely missed Angelo, but it didn't truly convey the feel of the book.

New Cover!
This new cover kicks ass!

Here are some reviews WHAT SHE NEEDS garnered when it was first released.

Happily Ever After Reviews
5 Tea Cups and Recommended Read
“It packs a powerful punch. The sex scenes are sizzling hot, and offer a variety of BDSM, Ménage, and tender lovin’ scenes. The main characters are brilliant and the chemistry between Delia and Kurt sizzles from the beginning…I couldn’t put it down.”

Fallen Angel Reviews
5 Angels and Recommended Read
“The chemistry between this pair is off the charts, and the maturity they display when facing obstacles is admirable. I will admit to being brought to tears when these two had to come to grips with their pasts.”

Black Raven’s Reviews
5 Angels and Recommended Read
“My heart caught in my throat several times as I watched their relationship grow from a casual meeting at a bar to Kurt’s home and a hotter than hell ménage and finally into a relationship that most would envy.”

Romance Junkies Reviews
5 Blue Ribbons, Recommended Read
“Cris Anson really impressed me with WHAT SHE NEEDS. This is one of those stories that gets your heart racing and other body parts tingling – and that’s just the physical reaction…a truly beautiful story with just the right amount of heat, light hearted fun, and emotional angst to deserve a place of honor on your e-reading bookshelf.”

In case you missed it the first time around, here's the blurb for WHAT SHE NEEDS:

Older widow Delia Barnes is sporting a black eye when she greets fellow authors before an erotic romance convention, which she explains away by joking “I didn’t say ‘Yes Master’ quick enough.” Sitting at the bar, burned-out ad executive and former Dom Kurt Reinhardt overhears the remark—and interrupts to suggest maybe she needs “a new Master”.



Urged by her friends to accept the younger man’s invitation to learn some D/s basics—hey, an author needs to do her research, right?—Delia joins him to get first-hand experience at being submissive, starting with removing her panties in a corner booth. Later, she learns more than she bargained for when she spends a weekend at Kurt’s home…with his eager business partner added to the mix.



But an innocent misstep brings Delia’s world crashing down around her. Can she trust Kurt with her heart…and her life?

Now really, doesn’t the new cover convey Delia’s excitement at getting this up-close-and-personal training?

Old Cover
If you haven’t read it yet, I hope you’ll give WHAT SHE NEEDS a try. Ellora’s Cave already has the new cover up. You can buy it here.         

Or you can find it at other online bookstores (possibly with the old cover - it takes a few weeks for them to change things -  but it’s still the same great story):  Amazon    Barnes & Noble     All Romance eBooks 

Happy New Year to all!

~~ Cris Anson

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

CFNM: TESTING MY FEM-DOM WINGS


That’s right, I was invited to a Clothed Female / naked male party. For research, of course. All the participants knew I’m an erotic romance author and were happy to share their expertise. And their bums.

So there I was, decked out in my short leather pleated skirt and clingy red top, shiny calf-high boots and sheer black thigh-highs, joining a group of Dommes who would eventually spank and/or paddle naked males.

Wow. Research takes strange forms. But I shouldered on.

It started out like any cocktail party, all of us clothed and nibbling on hors d’oeuvres and sipping wine while milling around the kitchen counter, revisiting old friends and making new ones. A few committed couples (i.e., either married or living together) with FemDom and male slave, one couple who often played together as Domme and sub, and myself and another unpartnered women.

Eventually a signal was given by the hostess and the resident slave shucked shirt, shoes and pants and strode around naked, picking up empty glasses and encouraging the other men to follow suit. One cute guy actually donned a sheer apron over his naked body as he rinsed wine glasses.

Oh yeah, it was hard to act sophisticated, to keep my eyes from ogling strong shoulders and round asses. Naked shoulders, naked asses. But I did it.

Spanking implements
At last we trooped to the basement, where a large, carpeted room and its two cushy sofas awaited us, along with a plethora of spanking implements. During the course of the evening I learned how to use canes, crops, tawses, ceramic paddles, straps, belts, wooden spoons and of course, the palm of the hand. Which, I have to admit, hurt me probably as much as it hurt the men. I’m told it takes lots of practice to get calluses on your hand. And there’s a certain way to strike the meatiest part—upward, cupping your palm, to minimize the sting to you, but maybe not to your partner *grin*.

The hostess began the “formal” part of the evening with a demonstration of rhythmic spanking to suitable music (Note to self: ask for her playlist). The male unfolded a sturdy massage table and lay face-down thereon. Using various implements, Mistress proceeded to show how to warm up the skin, starting softly, moving around so no one spot took too much at once. Notably, she always had one hand on some part of his skin while the other did the beating. This was, of course, to establish and maintain connection and communication.

Occasionally she ran a soothing hand over the reddening areas. At times she’d do a little impromptu dance in time to the music, showing how much she enjoyed what she was doing. She also used both palms to strike with when the spirit moved her. The gentleman made noises of pleasure and sometimes offered funny remarks, which were gleefully met with harder spanks. You could tell they’ve been doing this for quite a while.

Then it was free-for-all time. A set of game dice geared to spanking appeared: three oversize dice with, I think, fourteen facets (think of a cube with all eight corners cut off). One die contained numbers. This was the number of hits; the largest number of the evening was 29. A second die chose the implement; the one most coveted was “wild” wherein the top could use any implement of choice. The third was how: on hands and knees, in a corner, against a wall, on the floor, over the knee, bending over with hands on ankles, and various other permutations.

Since the male/female ratio was uneven, we did a round-robin, where all the women eventually had several chances at all the men, who were never allowed to lounge around. It was a discomfiting experience at first to have a naked man lying across my lap, face down, rump in the air, awaiting seventeen whacks with a hairbrush. It wasn’t until the third or fourth go-round that I began to really get into the swing of it (and the men’s bums had warmed up sufficiently) and allowed myself to thwack as hard as I perceived they could take and would want.

Lexan paddle
I must say, I found myself just the tiniest bit sadistic by the end of the evening. I was exhilarated and energized, tickled to see the squirming, the reddening, the enjoyment of the men from my efforts. I saw what kinds of marks each implement made, learned how much force to use in each case. I decided that this evening put me, again, firmly in the Switch category. Because really, what's not to like about having naked men at your feet? Or on your lap, or against the wall or...

My favorite implement? The photo shows a Lexan paddle, which makes beautiful marks on skin. The science behind it, it was explained to me, was that the holes lower the resistance to air and can therefore provide a heavier impact. Which in turn provides a delicious reaction. Of course I had to have someone show, not tell me. It’s a real ouchie!

By the way, there was no sex involved. No touching of genitals, no exchanges of bodily fluids. Just an atmosphere of fun and power exchanges and spanking. It was, in a word, awesome. Would I do it again? Absoluely!

Stay tuned for more adventures in the name of research.

~~ Cris Anson