Why, hello and welcome, Allison Wonderland! You do look peachy. Today, I’m delighted to host Allison as part of the Bound By Lust blog tour. Without further ado …
I want to extend a big spank-you – er, thank-you – to my hostess, Nikki Magennis.
I am delighted to be among the awesome authors showcased in Bound by Lust: Romantic Stories of Submission and Sensuality, edited by Shanna Germain and released (in a manner of speaking) on June 12 from Cleis Press.
My story in the collection is called “A Preference for Deference,” and it’s on the Sapphic side. (Backside, that is.)
This piece was inspired by its opening line. I heard it—I said it, in relation to a rapidly-approaching deadline. You do that sort of thing when you’re the president of ProcrastiNation. Even though the original context was completely asexual, my mind meandered into the gutter. And it’s a good thing it did. Otherwise, that “rapidly-approaching deadline” for Bound by Lust would have come and gone.
I’d like to share a snippet of the story. Now, because I know how tough it is to exercise restraint, I won’t keep you waiting.
“A Preference for Deference”
I’m in a bind. Not that kind of bind. I should be so lucky. It’s more like the bind you find yourself in when the love of your life wants you to do something she knows you don’t want to do and you know you can’t say no to her because, well, you just can’t say no to her. God, am I whipped. Not that kind of whipped. I should be…
So my partner Lisa wants me to join her women’s Bible study group. Now, I enjoy the company of women just as much as the next person, but sanctity just isn’t my scene. Lisa’s big on it, though, and if she likes it, I guess it can’t be all that bad. Besides, maybe the couple that prays together stays together? I’ve been involved with Lisa for seven heavenly months, and if my secular days are numbered because of Lisa’s affinity for divinity, then so be it.
That being said, there’s no reason I can’t give her a hard time about it. “What kind of right-wing wingding are you schlepping me to?” I grouse, pulling up my pantyhose.
Lisa rolls her eyes and swishes her cinnamon-flavored mouthwash between her cheeks. How does she do that? I can’t even pat my head and rub my stomach in sync. “Knock it off, Nancy,” she scolds, placing the bottle back on the counter, so that hers is touching mine.
My fingers wrap around the canary-colored handle of Lisa’s hairbrush. “Do you realize that it’s 8:30 in the morning?” I demand, maneuvering the bristles through Lisa’s wavy tresses. “And it’s Saturday, for Christ’s sake. Who in their right mind is awake at such an ungodly hour?”
“Someone’s up bright and surly,” Lisa quips. Her gaze drifts to the bed, where, only fifteen minutes earlier, we were a snarl of languid limbs and sex-scented serenity. I tuck my chin into her shoulder, settle my head against hers.
“I love you,” she says.
“You’ll thank me later.”
“I’ll spank you later.”
“Fine,” she says, and for a second, I think she sounds more cheerful than fearful. Yeah, right. Lisa, she’s… Well, let’s just say that her idea of kinky is making love with the lights on.
On the other hand… she is suspiciously submissive. I know the Bible is all in favor of discipline and obedience, but that doesn’t mean… Actually, now that I think about it, I wonder if that does mean… I mean, maybe it’s possible, I guess, that she…
Nah, forget it. There is no way on God’s green earth that Lisa would ever go for any of that rough stuff.
I hope you found that fassinating. Um, fascinating. Darn that spellcheck. It is cruising for a bruising.
Spanks for stopping by!
Curiouser and curiouser,