Guest Author Cari Silverwood Talks About BDSM & Her New BDSM Romance “31 Flavors”

Please welcome Cari Silverwood back to the blog. Today she is here to talk about BDSM – not the flavor of BDSM you’d find at the BDSM club — but the kind of bedroom BDSM that many couples stumble their way into…and through…much like the characters in her novel 31 Flavors do. Having read her post already I’ve already added 31 Flavors to my Kindle as it sounds like a down to earth, delightful read about real people finding what makes them happy. 

I must issue a legal warning here. The excerpt that follows this post is VERY hot! It is intended for adult audiences only. If you are not of legal age in your area of residence or are easily offended by graphic sexuality please do not read any further. Come back and visit us another day when our content will be more appropriate to your tastes. We’re usually a pretty mild site.

Let’s Start With The Cover Blurb:

here are some things in life you have to try before you know how they will affect you. After 5 years of awful sex, I was ready. Bondage and spanking had always featured in my fantasies, and one day, I convinced my husband to try them. That day was a turning point.

Ice cream comes in many flavors and that’s us too — not vanilla, maybe not Rocky Road either. We can be a combination or make up our own and no one has the right to judge us. But there will always be one question that tears at my soul: Will my husband, Nick, ever be happy with what I crave?

***Warning: this book contains wicked hot sex, moderate BDSM, a husband who sings out of key, and a vibrating cucumber.

Why we wrote 31 Flavors

I’m often asked why I wrote such and such story of my normal fiction fare – my steampunk, historical, and fantasy BDSM romances, and yet this book is so different. 31 Flavors is based on a real couple and is told from the point of view of Sidney, a young woman who has always had an appalling sex life with her husband, Nick. All the usual reasons for writing apply, of course – how I write it for enjoyment, to make money, and because BDSM romance is a wonderful niche that seems to bring out the best in me. But there are also other, unique reasons behind this book.

Are there other erotic stories out there based on true stories? For sure. I think most of those focus on the exuberant sex though. Thirty-one Flavors does have great hot sex, but…first and foremost we aimed to show the beautiful unfurling of the relationship that Sid and Nick have. And showing how they steered  past many of the pitfalls of exploring a new aspect of their marriage is inspiring, sad, sexy, and at times funny. Showing how a couple can be kinky yet normal is something I desperately wanted to write.

I also wanted to show that BDSM is not all whips and chains and mad perfect sex with perfect lovers. The erotic fiction out there is often quite over the top. Some of it is very well researched, some less so. Much of it ignores the crazy, stupid and silly things that inevitably go wrong when humans get together to have sex. Nick does not have a 10 inch long cock, and Sid is not a blonde, perfect, Barbie doll woman. They are the girl and guy next door.

They also do not practice what some hard core BDSM practitioners would regard as real BDSM. They don’t follow the rules on how to do it. And trust me, some regard BDSM as akin to a religion or a government edict and if you step outside their boundaries, they cry foul. Sid and Nick blunder through and make some hilarious mistakes.

Eighty or so percent of this story is very closely related to true events. People don’t always go down to a club or attend a munch and then a play party to find out about BDSM. I would guarantee that most of those into bondage and spanking are bedroom couples and not Doms and subs at the club. Is this BDSM? I think so. So do many others. Check out the xeromag BDSM dictionary online.

I’ve spoken to a lot of women online and many crave or desire to introduce BDSM into their sex lives. The surveys on sexuality that have been done over the years, from the Kinsey report onward, show this too. A lot of people admit to being interested in all sorts of kinky activities.

One slightly worrying trend is for some women to regard Doms as the very best of mankind and incapable of doing wrong. They are human beings of course, and they do make mistakes. Nick is, we admit, not a Dom by most classifications, but he is close, and he is dominant. He is a man many women would be delighted to have as a partner. And that is another reason for getting this story out there – to show that waiting for Mr. Perfect Dom is, in most cases, stretching reality too far. Look no farther than your husbands or partners. Sometimes you may be surprised.

Our website gives a whole lot more information and links on learning about BDSM. Even given great communication and love not every partner is going to want to try bondage or spanking or applying riding crops to your ass. But as long as you stay sensible and do that essential talking, and don’t push too hard, it’s worth asking. They may be willing to get kinkier than you imagined.

PS I could be wrong about Nick and the ten inch cock. We were given carte blanche with Sid’s sex life but never got around to asking that!

Early Review Quotes:

“…a roller coaster of emotions and I was really routing for them to find their happy medium. This is NOT just a novella with incredibly hot, super steamy, intense sex!!”

“…there are some books that stay with you and affect you for a long, long time… I just can’t get it out of my head. It is resonating big-time in my brain.”

“…probably one of the best BDSM erotica tales I’ve read in ages. The dialogue, characters… it all had a ring of authenticity”

Links

31 Flavors site – www.thirtyoneflavors.weebly.com

Leia’s site – www.leiashaw.com

Leia’s blog – www.leiashaw.blogspot.com

Leia’s facebook – www.facebook.com/leiashaw

Leia’s twitter – @LeiaShaw

Cari’s website http://www.carisilverwood.net/

Cari’s blog – http://www.carisilverwood.net/keyboard-fandango—blog.html

Cari on facebook http://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood

Cari on twitter – @CariSilverwood

The Excerpt – For Adults Only

What the hell possessed me to agree to this?

We have a support post right smack in the middle of our living room. It’s always been a nuisance. I look up at my arms stretched above me. What an understatement now.

My wrists are cuffed together then secured to the post with a rope. I’m naked and Nick has just walked back in the room with a bowl from the kitchen and an evil look in his eye. He still has his clothes on, jeans and polo shirt, and the contrast is disturbing in some nerve wracking way. I yank, trying to free my arms. I’m good and stuck. If I want to hide my body from him, I can’t. My breasts are out there in plain view, exposed and vulnerable. A familiar tightness gnaws inside me, like a hundred little bugs scratching at me, begging to get loose. If things go wrong, I’ll panic again.

“Relax,” he tells me, but the mischievous sparkle doesn’t fade from his eyes. “I won’t touch them with my mouth until you ask me to.”

Yeah right. “If I don’t?”

He lowers himself onto his knees and gives me a steady look. “Then I won’t.” With a smirk, he lifts an ice cube from the bowl. “But you will.”

My eyes must be wide as saucers as I watch him approach my nipples with the cube. Futilely, I lean to the side, trying to get away. The dull pain from the handcuffs reminds me that I asked for this. I take a deep breath and remain still.

The ice cube hits my nipple and I gasp and flinch back. God damn that’s cold.

“Look at it, Sid. Look at how hard they are.”

I look down and see my rosy pink nipples, firm and pointy like little targets for a curious mouth. I pull against the cuffs again. Oh please let him fulfill his promise not to touch them. He circles one nipple with the ice and the water drips down my belly, leaving tingles in its wake. Then he moves to the other nipple. I’m surprised to feel a slight stirring between my legs. My mouth opens. Mesmerized, I watch his fingers only an inch away from me, my skin, my areola. The ice doesn’t hurt. And it definitely doesn’t tickle. Goose bumps dot along my breasts. A drop of water hangs from one nipple. I imagine his soft tongue licking it off and I feel a rush of heat to my middle.

Nick looks me in the eye, excitement brimming in the depths. “I can warm them up for you. All you have to do is ask.”

His warm mouth on my nipples. I shudder. The stirring between my legs becomes a little hotter, melting like the ice. If he put his fingers on my lower lips, would they come away wet?

I never have thoughts like this.

“Okay,” I rasp. “You can lick them.”

The way he studies my breasts as if wondering where to start, creeps me out a bit. Knotted with anxiety, with my very skin constricting, I stop breathing and clench my fingers. The handcuffs clink. But he doesn’t touch me. He exhales a warm breath and heat swirls around my nipples, shooting through my body like hot little sparks.

I moan and strain toward his mouth. “More.”

He looks up at me. “Who’s in charge here?”

I bite down on my lip to keep back a smart-ass remark. But he obliges me and blows hot air on the nipple. Then his tongue inches out, softly flicking the tip. First one then the other. I can’t stop staring at him teasing me, his mouth near me.

It’s so novel for this to be pleasurable, so wonderful, and every little tingle is mimicked below. My need rises to a fever pitch. He swirls his tongue around each nipple, warming me to my core. I squeeze my thighs together and, for once, the idea of him taking me inside his mouth and sucking is exactly what I want.

After one last lick, he sits back and looks me over. His gaze heats me up as much as his tongue did. My breasts seem heavier, fuller.

A sly smirk touches his face then he rises. “I’ll be right back,” he says and disappears upstairs.

Apprehension fills me. What is he doing now? My arms are starting to ache. My knees are getting sore. I wriggle to get more comfortable but it’s useless. I’m stuck until Nick finds it in his heart to release me. This thrills me at the same time as frightening me. I can always say “red”, I remind myself. It’s like a mantra now.