Issue 24: Preorder Wicked Bites and Sweet Tidbits

Advanced copies for book bloggers, exclusive excerpt from Ella's story

Breaking news: Both Wicked Bites and Sweet Tidbits are available for preorder now!

Together, Filthy Morsels (2023), Wicked Bites (March 1, 2024), and Sweet Tidbits (June 14, 2024) offer the most comprehensive collection of my erotica to date. Combined, these three anthologies contain 250,000 words, and over 185 stories.

Many of these stories originated on my original Tumblr blog. Some of them may still be floating out there in reblogs. I am so proud to be able to offer these three books, containing the edited and expanded versions of many of my stories. While some additions were minor and subtle, for others, entire new chapters and parts were written. Only a very small number of stories remain in their original form. And of course, you’ll find brand new, never before seen or published online stories that see their debut in these books.

Calling all book bloggers: Are you a book blogger who reviews books? Are you interested in reading and reviewing BDSM erotica — specifically my new and upcoming work? If yes and yes, please get in touch with me by emailing eenslaved@substack.com and leave a message in my comments if you haven’t heard back from me about a week.

If you’ve read any of my published books so far, I would be so grateful if you would consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads, and following my author pages on either website. It really helps others discover my books and is one way you can support my writing.

What I’m working on: I am back working on longer fiction. Right now, I am actively writing Obeying Mr. Shannon, the standalone sequel to Training Mrs. Olliver, my first published longer-length work. I am eking out progress on Diary of a Band Slave. But this is the biggest surprise: I am continuing this story — and sharing an excerpt below for this issue’s free and exclusive erotica.

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“Barn Interlude” [M/f]

“Uhmmphmh,” I begged through the sodden, cum-stained panties gagging my mouth. The one I had worn all day, after Billy had used them to masturbate and handed back to me with ribbons of semen on the gusset. The same pair he had dragged down my legs, wadded up, and packed into my mouth once he stripped me in the barn.

I was watching Billy’s hand. He had my complete focus and attention. 

“Relax, Ella,” Billy crooned. He was using the soft, patient voice he used to settle nervous animals. It was a voice he used with me a lot. “Go on, relax for me…open your legs. Wider. That’s it. Let me see that perfect, pretty pussy. That’s my girl.”

We were in the loft of Billy’s barn. Billy had twisted an old sweatshirt around my arms and then hammered a nail into the fabric, pinning it to the floor. His lean, muscled body was braced over mine.

“That’s it,” Billy repeated. “Don’t tense up, Ella.”

I tried. It was hard, because I was waiting for him to spank my pussy. Anyone would surely tense up.

Billy’s patience won out every time. He waited until my breathing had steadied and I’d stopped bracing myself, and then he slapped my open, bare flesh. I cried out into the gag with a heady mixture of wild shock and pain…and delight.

“Relax,” Billy said again. “I know you want to take your spanking like a good girl, Ella. Show me how much you want this by relaxing. Don’t fight this.”

I forced myself to unwind. Lord, my boyfriend was the most patient man in the world. Billy could always outwait me, even when we were kids. When we started seeing each other, shortly after our 18th birthday celebrations, everyone wondered why it took us so long. “He’s always been so good with her,” was the common refrain. They meant that Billy was the only one who seemed to put up with me and my strangeness, but the other was true, too. Billy was good with me, always had been.

The hour dripped slowly by. As the sun slipped from the sky, I was sobbing, my heaving, punished flesh like a burning coal between my legs. My entire world was in that barn; nothing else existed. I lost count of how many times Billy had coaxed me to relax and lay there, submissive and receptive, and spanked my pussy so that my whole body froze up in a rigid seizure of explosive pain and I was struggling to pull my arms free so I could cover myself. And then he did it all over again.

Billy blew a stream of air over my sex, making me thrash. He had both hands on my knees, pressing my legs apart, and I could feel his mouth hovering right there, right where I needed him. I could feel moisture trickling from my pussy along the sensitive skin of my perineum. 

“It’s about time you headed home for dinner,” Billy said regretfully. “I could have kept this going, how about you, Ella?”

I bucked and tilted my hips up, pushing my pussy shamelessly at him. Billy crawled up my body and extracted the panties from my mouth.

“Please, Billy,” I whispered hoarsely. “I’m hurting so bad. I really need you. Please don’t leave me like this, you can’t send me home like this…”

He hushed me by kissing me, slanting his mouth hard over mine, possessing me. I kissed him back just as urgently, writhing against his body, trying to communicate without words how in need I was.

I felt him unbuttoning his worn jeans, felt the hot, iron bar of his cock branding my belly.

“I’ll take care of you, girl,” Billy promised. “I’m always gonna take care of my Ella.”

My pussy was so swollen from his spanking and teasing, it seemed like I was a tighter fit for him than usual. Billy cradled my head in one hand, tilting me so I could see where we were joined. I gasped with excitement to see him sliding out of me, all shiny and slick, and then pushing back in, making my folds spread around him.

I was so aroused, the wet sounds of our fucking filled the barn. I crossed my legs over his hips, locking him close to me, urging him deeper. Billy thrust into me, his jaw tight, his eyes holding mine. When my shuddering, star-igniting climax triggered his, I saw it overtake his face before I felt the spurt of his seed. Wonder and ecstasy and satisfaction all together. 

Billy reached over my head and jerked my arms free of the knotted sweatshirt. I clung to him, never wanting this moment to end. Relishing the weight of his body pinning mine in place.

“That was some fine fucking, Billy. You spanked my pussy really hard.”

I felt him smile against my breast. “You liked that, huh?”

“I always like what you do to me,” I told him truthfully. “You’re the only one who knows me.”

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What I’m listening to: “Afterglow” by Flores. Paint me in your picture / Hold it down with every stroke / Hang me above your bedroom wall. Put this on your playlist.

What I’m reading: “Call My Bluff” by Jezziebelle. I’ve recommended this one on Twitter before and it’s worth the reread. Bondage, a nice little mindfuck, and a happy ending. Jezziebelle’s other stories are also delightful. It’s just a shame there isn’t more to read.

I continue to admire the imagination and illustrative talents of saagelius with this new piece. The art is so detailed and suggestive that it contains an entire story, and then some.

What I’m wondering: For this issue’s poll, I’d love to gain more insight into how people read their erotica. Does anyone borrow it from the library? Is it all just on an e-reader? Personally, I can’t live without my e-reader but at the same time I do have a sizable library of paperbacks and hardcovers.