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Shortly after the purchase, we’ll send you an e-mail, asking for your two free choices, which we’ll e-mail directly to you. Thank you so much for visiting Ai Press. Our address is: www.ai-press.net Warmly, Sedonia
A friend of mine showed me this cartoon because she knows I love Hello Kitty. I got such a kick out of it I had to share.
I actually used to be quite a fan of zombie films, especially the classic Night of the Living Dead. However, I just got to a point where I couldn’t watch them anymore. I started to get the creeps wherever I went. I know it sounds lame, but that’s the way it is. The last straw was during the first episode of The Walking Dead. I actually was enjoying it. However, the whole zombie thing just finally frayed my nerves. I haven’t watched anymore since then and I’ve been calmer. lol. In any case, I can handle zombie kitty.
What is your personal status on zombies? Creeped out or can’t get enough?
D.H. Starr’s latest release, Wrestling With Love (Ai Press) was previously released under a different title, Reward of Courage. However, have no fear if you have already read the book.
The story is identical, however, Ai Press decided to keep the book consistent with its prequel, Wrestling With Desire, a YA romance from Featherweight Press, in which we first meet our two sexy heroes, Scott and Derek.
Both books are completely standalone. However, if you happen to have read the first one and loved it, then you can get more of these two loveable guys as they continue their journey through life. Don’t forget that Wrestling With Desire is YA and so it is a sweet romance. Derek and Scott begin the story as virgins and end the story as virgins. If you want to see them consummate their relationship, then you’ll want to read on!
D.H. Starr
Genre: M/M; Gay; Contemporary
Length: Super novel (113,079 words)
eISBN-13: 978-0-9833747-0-1
E-book page count: 224
Cover art: Les Byerley
Available at Ai Press
Hot new M/M author, D. H. Starr delivers his latest tale of love, sexual exploration and the challenges of relationship. The road of love is fraught with difficulty, even when you’re sure that man is your soul-mate.
Derek Thompson and Scott Thayer met in high school. Facing challenges and overcoming obstacles that would make lesser young men fold, they now have the chance to forge a life together. As they enter college, they finally have the time and space to discover each other sexually and give their virginity to each other. However, in spite of the erotic thrill of exploration, there are still challenges ahead, challenges that will test their love and devotion…
While Derek wants to live as an openly gay man, Scott wishes to maintain a degree of privacy. Not only that, but another freshman, Tyrell Jackson, becomes infatuated with Derek and wants Derek for his own. In the face of these threats to their burgeoning relationship, Derek and Scott are forced to look within themselves and make difficult decisions which will change both of their lives forever.
Is their relationship strong enough to bear the strain of balancing their needs as individuals and as a couple? The only way Derek and Scott will attain their ultimate reward is by finding the courage to face their fears. Will they rise to the challenge?
Excerpt:
Scott’s expression softened and his crooked grin appeared on his face. Without fail, that grin turned Derek on and decimated his ability to think coherently. “Shut up and come over here.”
Derek sat next to him, sinking into Scott’s embrace. As Scott cradled him, Derek was pulled close so their faces were a mere inch apart. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” Scott said, white teeth gleaming behind full lips. “Otherwise, I would have quit this thankless job after our first try.” He closed the gap between their mouths, locking Derek in a rugged kiss. Melting into Scott’s strong arms, Derek reveled in the way warm hands gently stroked up and down his back, lingering at the base of his spine, fingers dipping inside the waistband of his pants before he began the slow journey back up Derek’s back. Their tongues wrestled and a mild taste of salt entered his mouth as sweat mixed with saliva. That, and the hint of Scott’s musky scent which surrounded the two of them, caused his cock to become rigid.
The heat in the attic was pronounced, even with the window open. As they kissed, their bodies slipped against each other. Derek used the slickness to glide his hands along Scott’s hairless chest which had broadened over the course of the summer due to his incessant workouts. He hadn’t complained about all the time Scott spent in the gym because the effect was not only visually pleasing, but gave him new mounds of muscle to grab onto during their make-out sessions. He hoped Scott would be able to make the varsity wrestling team at his new weight class, since he would never weigh in at his high school weight of one hundred sixty seven. If he watched his diet, he might be able to make the one hundred seventy nine pound weight class. Jesus, I didn’t realize he’s gained twelve pounds of muscle in the past six months since we won the division championship.
“Hmm,” Derek sighed. “This is nice. Why did you establish the rule that we can’t do more than kissing and beating off until we get to college? I’d be happy to just leave the couch right here, get down on my knees in front of you and—”
Scott laughed. “As nice as that sounds, don’t you remember the last time we decided to spend quality time up here? Your mom almost caught us in this position. She pops up here unannounced all the time. I don’t want to worry about who’s going to walk in on us as we finally start to experience that level of intimacy together. It’s only two weeks. We agreed to this months ago. Besides, you’re the one who said you had to move the couch to the other side of the room so you could set up your mixing equipment and all of your music by the window. Now that this piece of shit is in the middle of the room, we’re gonna to finish the job.” He released Derek and pulled out of the embrace, glancing toward the door.
Derek reflexively followed his gaze and listened to hear if his mother was coming. His thoughts were interrupted by Scott’s question. “Explain to me one more time why we can’t just slide it across the room.”
Derek looked at Scott in horror. “Do you see this floor? Look at it.”
Scott complied. “Yes, it is made of wood. It’s shiny. Very nice.”
Derek shoved him, a smile spreading across his face. “Don’t be a wise ass. If we slide the couch it will scrape deep grooves across the room with its metal legs. My dad told me he intends to turn the attic into an office once I go to college so he can do taxes from home, instead of spending the ridiculous hours he does at work. If he finds the floor all scratched up, he’s not going to be happy with me.”
“Okay, fine. We’ll do it your way. But you realize you owe me after this, right?” Scott gave Derek’s shoulder a squeeze then looked at him with a wickedly seductive gleam in his eyes.
Derek flushed. “Oh, I’ll reward you. Don’t worry about that. Remember, my parents are going out to dinner tonight. How often has mom actually left us alone in the house since she found out we’re together?”
Scott leaned back, stretching his arms, a dreamy look crossing his face. “That’s right. I forgot. They’re going to be gone all night. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
Derek became quiet and Scott turned to face him. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. It’s just hard to want you the way I do and have to control myself. I know it’s only a couple of weeks until college, but then you say things like that and it makes it so much harder for me.”
Scott’s expression became serious. After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth began to tremble and pull up into a smile. After another moment, he burst out laughing.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
Scott became serious once again. “Just your choice of words. I’m sure that I make things hard for you several times a day.”
There are times when an editor convinces an author do something for which the author kicks her/himself. Deleting this scene is an example of such an instance. It was really important to understanding Michael DiSanto’s character and why he had such difficulty forming a lasting, loving intimate relationship with someone and why he gave up the first love of his life, Toshi (yes, the hot detective from His Beautiful Samurai). The book has been received well by readers and critics alike, but most of them have mentioned how abruptly the book ends, jumping to Michael’s decision to make a commitment to Jack out of the blue.
Well, it wasn’t out of the blue and here is the scene that got cut. Had this scene been in the book, it would have explained everything! lol. Admittedly, this post only makes sense to people who’ve read the book but I wanted to make it accessible in case there are people who were interested in reading it. Here goes (Insert scene right before the very last scene of the book):
Michael nodded silently and followed Jack out of the bedroom, down the hall and stood there while the man slipped on his shoes.
Jack opened the door. He paused, looked at Michael and smiled, though his blue eyes still appeared troubled. “See you later.”
“Bye.” Michael watched him go down the steps and across the sidewalk to his car. He stood there until Jack had started the ignition and pulled away from the curb. When he closed the door and turned, Chie was standing in the hallway, looking up at him. He sighed. “Chie,” he said, “your friend here is a real jerk.”
Chie blinked and mewed. If she could talk, she’d probably agree with him. He went into the kitchen to feed her and make some coffee. Quietly he stood, leaning against the counter, listening to the water boil after he’d measured coffee into the press. Each time her remembered waking up with Jack looking at him the way he had, he winced. Could it be more in bad taste to talk in your sleep to your long ago lover while in bed with a new one? If Jack never wanted to have sex with him again, he’d sure as hell understand.
And yet, in spite of that, the sense there was more to this long-time dream than was obvious. Was it only occurring because he was still in love with Toshi and wanted him back? His years of experience with the human condition told him that simple interpretation was just that—simple, and people, himself included, were much more complex. Especially when, in this particular dream, Peter and Toshi had become interchangeable. That had never happened before.
The image of Toshi becoming Peter surged in his mind. His heart tightened, as if pressure were welling up inside of it. He thought of Peter, of that day and having come back out of the house from getting his drink of water and not finding Peter in the yard. That moment was the worst of his entire life. It had never left him and probably never would.
The water in the kettle started to boil. The bubbling and hissing made a backdrop to his concentration. For this first time, his looked inside for answers to his own condition rather than a murderer he was trying to profile. Dammit, he wanted to know. Needed to understand this dream that plagued him. What was it trying to tell him? What was he ignoring in his heart that could only come out in his sleeping state? The urgency was especially strong now. He didn’t want to lose Jack.
The water boiled. He turned the stove off and poured water into the press, a new memory surfaced, one he’d forced himself to forget after it happened. On the outside, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but as sensitive as he was, he knew how bad it really had been.
That first day he’d brought Toshi home to meet his parents. They knew how much he liked Toshi, and how that relationship had brightened his life. Yet, from the first moment they’d met Toshi, both their faces had held nothing but pain, their mannerisms tense and cold. Only then, sitting around the nearly silent dinner table, Michael had understood. They were thinking of Peter. His memory was like a ghost, haunting every gesture, every word in their lives and when they looked at Toshi, they saw Peter’s absence.
Michael pushed the press down on the coffee and poured some into a mug while the scenes rolled painfully through his mind and heart. Horrified at his parents’ response, he’d never brought Toshi back to his house. Until then, he’d been living at home, but not long afterward had found an apartment to share with a couple of other roommates, a place he could afford where he had his own room to be with Toshi. It had been a nightmare, really, another instance in which he felt he’d wounded his parents.
Michael sank into a chair at the kitchen table. The scene didn’t leave his mind, but now, because of the clarity he’d been experiencing, he relived the horror he’d felt with a new perspective. He’d always criticized himself for having paraded Toshi in front of his parents, not having considered they might respond the way they did, but now, he watched in his mind’s eye the introduction. He saw himself presenting Toshi to his parents, so happy, so…proud, really, because Toshi was such an impressive, sweet person. Michael put his mug down on the table. His heart pounded. Clarity stunned him so hard, he had to sit still and stare down at the floor. He’d been offering them a new son, a wonderful, intelligent, handsome man they could love in Peter’s absence. Of course, he hadn’t realized it consciously at the time, but now, in the present, it was starkly clear.
And they’d rejected Toshi, not outright with words, but with their response to him. Maybe they didn’t even realize what they were doing, but Michael did. Then, with their silence, they’d punished Michael for attempting to replace Peter. He’d felt like a criminal, as bad a person as the child he’d been leaving his little brother in the yard while he went inside for a drink of water. A person like that didn’t deserve a jewel like Toshi.
And so, when the time came for Toshi to graduate and return to Japan, Michael had let him go. He’d punished himself for giving up the relationship he treasured.
Oh God. The force of understanding hit his chest like a brick thrown at him. Michael slumped forward, head in his hands. Sudden gusting sobs wracked his body, unleashed by the shock delivered to him by Kinsey’s actions the other day.
Those other memories rolled through his mind, the film of his life being shown to him in stark relief. Toshi walking into the gateway, leaving him. The catch in his chest, the panic he’d felt, standing there, watching, not understanding why he hadn’t gone with Toshi. The well of pain had felt so deep he’d thought he’d drown.
His abundant tears slipped down his cheeks. The grief of having let Toshi go mingled with the grief over Peter. The two memories, the two people had become so deeply entwined within his psyche, he no longer knew where Toshi ended and Peter began. And yet as he cried, something else emerged, a new clarity.
He remembered himself, just after Peter’s kidnapping. He’d sit in the yard every day, watching, waiting for Peter to come back, terrified to search for him lest someone else grab him. At the same time, life in his home was unbearable, full of silent grief and cold distance.
Michael’s heart swelled. Compassion washed through him for that ten year old who’d believed Peter would still be outside to continue their ball game when he came back from the kitchen. He felt nothing but sympathy for that boy who’d grown up with a burden of guilt so great it had dictated his entire life, made him give up someone he’d loved. And he loved the young man who’d tried to give his parents a new son and then had punished himself for failing. The wet heat of Michael’s tears dampened his robe. They soaked in as his pain welled up and poured out, leaving a clean, sweet place inside.
He wiped his tears with the sleeve of his robe and then sat quietly for what felt like a long time. He thought of Toshi, remembering the bit of time they’d spent together in Tokyo. Michael had felt pulled to him, had wanted to make love with him again, but hadn’t even said a word because Toshi was so happy with that guy John and he never wanted to hurt Toshi. So he’d remained silent and returned to the States just as silently.
Thinking about it now however, even in Tokyo, Michael had felt the way their separate lives had changed them, made the romantic part of their friendship seem distant, a passion that had once blazed but had cooled now, never to be revived. Maybe that would have happened even if they’d stayed together. There was no way to know for sure, except to believe in the larger force of destiny. Life had separated him and Toshi. It had then brought John and Toshi to each other.
And after all this time, life had brought Jack.
Michael jumped from his chair. He turned to rush toward the bedroom, wanting to grab his cell phone and call Jack, when his eye fell on the clock. Damn! Nearly a couple of hours had passed and he had only fifteen minutes to get to his class. And then he had office hours.
Hurrying into the bedroom, he yanked off his robe, tossed it onto the rumpled bed and started to dress. While he buttoned up his shirt, he stared down at the chaotic sheets and covers on the bed. A pleasant shiver travelled through his body as he remembered the soul-searing, unbelievably hot lovemaking from the night before. Even the indentation on the pillows where their heads had pressed made Michael remember.
He’d loved having Jack with him, curling up together in the afterglow and falling asleep. He prayed they could have more nights like that. Many more.
But first, he had to teach his class. After all, Albert had helped him get this job and he didn’t want to hurt the reputation of his mentor and friend. Albert and Cynthia truly had stepped in and tried to be there for him in place of his parents. He never wanted to let them down. Though knowing them, they’d certainly still care for him if he did.
First I want to give MAJOR thanks to everyone who visited my blog and commented. It was a realy party! I loved it! So much, I plan to have more contests like these in the upcoming months. So thank you! thank you! thank you!
The two winners of a copy of Aki’s Love Song were ZA Maxfield and Judie Stewart. Yay! I hope you both enjoy the story.
Believe me, everyone, I sooo wish I could just give you all a copy of the story. I’m sorry I can’t but I really hope you’ll come back for future comment parties and another chance at future releases. The next one up will be a delicious M/M by D. H. Starr…
Hugs! Sedonia
I recently read a reader’s review of Aki’s Love Song and she said it seemed to her that the J-rock star, Aki portrayed in this M/M romance is based on Hyde and the Aki’s band, Spider’s Web, on Hyde’s band, Arc-en-Ciel. 
Pretty good guess, but only partially true. Though I’m a fan of Hyde’s voice and of the beautiful ballads on his Roentgen album like “Evergreen” and “Shallow Sleep”. But Gackt was much more the model for Aki than Hyde. The man that Aki is, as an artist and a person is modeled partly on my imagination and a composite of what I reaad in Gackt’s autobiography, Ein No Yume. I was very moved by many of the things he told about his life. In this account, he sheds his usually inscrutable “cool” exterior and talks in depth about his emotional life, his fears and vulnerabilities.
Wildly talented and dynamic, he just inspired the character of Aki with all his complexity and compelling personality.
By the way, leave a comment and you’re eligible to win a free copy of Aki’s Love Song. ; )
Happy New Year everyone from me and Ai Press! I hope you have a happy healthy 2011. For my part, I will continue to try and bring you the best erotic romances possible. Coming up in the next months:
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Reward of Courage
Author: D.H. Starr
Genre: M/M; Contemporary
Length: Long novel
ISBN: TBA
Release Date: TBA
Cover art: Les Byerley
Hot new M/M author, D. H. Starr delivers his latest tale of love, sexual exploration and the challenges of relationship. The road of love is fraught with difficulty, even when you’re sure that man is your soul-mate.
Derek Thompson and Scott Thayer met in high school. Facing challenges and overcoming obstacles that would make lesser young men fold, they now have the chance to forge a life together. As they enter college, they finally have the time and space to discover each other sexually and give their virginity to each other. However, in spite of the erotic thrill of exploration, there are still challenges ahead, challenges that will test their love and devotion…
While Derek wants to live as an openly gay man, Scott wishes to maintain a degree of privacy. Not only that, but another freshman, Tyrell Jackson, becomes infatuated with Derek and wants Derek for his own. In the face of these threats to their burgeoning relationship, Derek and Scott are forced to look within themselves and make difficult decisions which will change both of their lives forever.
Is their relationship strong enough to bear the strain of balancing their needs as individuals and as a couple? The only way Derek and Scott will attain their ultimate reward is by finding the courage to face their fears. Will they rise to the challenge?
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Delicious Love Triangle
Author: Sedonia Guillone
Genre: M/F/M Menage; Contemporary
Length: TBA
ISBN: TBA
Release date: TBA
No sex between roommates! This is the rule that Hana and her two best friends, Hiko and Shinji live by. So, Hana decides, it’s not really breaking the rule to ask her two handsome buddies to pose in erotic positions for her while she sketches what she hopes to be the manlove graphic novel that will launch her career as a manga artist. After all, Hiko and Shinji are both straight. Even better, they’re both agreeable to the plan. It’s the perfect arrangement until…
Seeing Hiko and Shinji together arouses Hana to no end. How will she be able to control herself watching their naked bodies entwined, watching them engage in acts that are the stuff of her wildest fantasies? What’s more, bit by bit, the three of them are starting to break their most important rule.
Hiko and Shinji have both been in love with Hana for a long time and out of their love for her, they’ve respected her stupid rule about no sex. But when Hana asks them to pose for her, they see their perfect chance to do away with regulation and get the woman they love into a position of their own.
Content warning: Contains male/male sexual acts, voyeurism, exhibitionism and multiple partner sex.
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Shortly after the purchase goes through, you’ll receive a personal e-mail requesting the free book of your choice. It will be e-mailed to you. 
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Dark Slave
Author: Lee Ash
Genre: BDSM; Erotica
Length: Novel
Line: Dark Sins (Pure erotica)
Word count: 65,772
ISBN-13: 978-1456464868
ISBN-10: 1456464868
MSR: 6.99
You pay: 5.49
Cover art: Les Byerley
Available at Ai Press!
HTML, Rocket, Palm DOC and LIT formats available at All Romance Ebooks
Laura’s nights are spent in tormented ecstasy, but who is this supernatural master who commands her and makes her submit to his will?
Three people, a private investigator, a hypnotist and a professor with a curious specialty, receive a summons to try and unravel the mystery of the ‘Dark Slave’. All three are involved in the world of S & M but the revelations that await them are stranger and more erotic than they could ever have imagined. A tangled web of domination over this beautiful submissive is slowly revealed and acted out while Laura’s fate hangs in the balance.
Content warning: This novel contains graphic F/F scenes, female anal penetration, M/F/M group sex, D/s, spanking, piercings and cat o’nine tails. Basically, it’s about as HOT as a book can get!!
Publisher’s note: Dark Slave has been previously published and extensively revised for release with Ai Press.
Excerpt:
Not caring about her nudity, Laura stepped out of the bedroom and onto the darkness of the landing.
“Laura…”
The landing was unlit and empty. A line of eerie green light came from beneath the door of the captain’s computer room but its glow didn’t stretch any further. She could hear the whispered creaks and groans of the house weathering the night but, other than that, all was still. Her heartbeat fluttered, she was struck by a moment’s hesitation, and gooseflesh prickled her forearms and back. It was not a response she could blame on the typical inclement chill of her beloved Cumbria. She knew it was because she had been summoned. All thoughts of delaying were instantly banished. Untroubled that she couldn’t see she started down the stairs. She walked with the confidence of familiarity. Each step was assured because, over the previous year, she had grown used to walking around the captain’s house where she lived as his servant.
“Laura. Come quickly, my dark slave. Come quickly, Laura.”
Hurrying down the stairs, one hand resting on the curve of the banister and the polished wood of each step chilling the soles of her bare feet, Laura hastened to obey. She didn’t hesitate in the dark gloom of the hallway, rushing immediately off to the house’s dining room. Not daring to touch the light switch she walked warily to the center of the room and, as she had always been taught to do, she put her arms behind her back.
“At last,” the voice whispered.
Strong hands stroked between her shoulder blades. They reached for her with an eagerness that belied their owner’s bluff of sounding blasé. The fingers that touched her were icy and she suppressed her body’s need to shiver. That urge became unbearable when the hand reached for one breast and squeezed. She wasn’t entirely sure if the person touching her was the person she expected, and fear kept her throat locked so she was unable to ask the question. The low tone of voice and the omnipresent darkness all conspired to keep the secret.
One nipple was caught between a finger and thumb. The sensation of cold melted to a blossom of delight and then became a pinprick of anguish. The fat bud of flesh was held in a punitive grip that made her want to shrink away and scream. But Laura stood motionless, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. When he finally wrenched his hand away she even managed to contain the gasp of protest that bubbled behind her lips.
“Stay silent and keep your hands behind your back, Laura.”
They were instructions she had been going to obey. Even though the room was held in the thrall of impenetrable darkness, she nodded consent. Her other nipple was caught in the same chilly hand that had held her before and she closed her eyes to properly appreciate the pain. Her skin was already sensitive and eager to suffer the brutal attention, and she savored the delicious sensation. Swallowing thickly, perspiring as her body tried to come to terms with the shrill and penetrating suffering, she wanted to groan when he finally released his hold on her.
There were no footsteps on the wooden floor as he disappeared behind her. The only indication that he had moved was the caress of hemp against her wrists. Laura opened her eyes and found the room remained as dark as it had always been. The fog outside prevented moonlight from reaching the windows and there wasn’t even enough light for her to see shadows, shapes or silhouettes. In the oppressive gloom she could only hear the quickening pulse of her heartbeat and detect the musky scent of her own mounting excitement.
A tremor of arousal fluttered through her as he began to bind her wrists. She had never been able to understand why those two responses were always linked but she couldn’t deny that they invariably accompanied each other. As soon as her body was forced to suffer any sort of restraint—whether it was manacles around her ankles, a rope around her wrists, or some other binding securing a part of her body—Laura knew the swell of excitement was going to rise in her loins. She drew a slow breath to steady her nerves but that didn’t stop the fluid heat from surging through her sex. The inner muscles of her pussy began to throb with growing need and the sensitive tips of her nipples ached sympathetically.
Out of habit she squeezed her buttocks taut.
The rope encircled her wrists. Its coarse weave scratched at her and then bit tight. Laura made no attempt to avoid the bondage as the rope was wound carefully around her forearms. Binding her arms in such a way pushed her shoulders back and forced her breasts out. She wondered if this was a deliberate reason for him tying her in this manner. If their relationship had been based on anything other than a dominant and submissive basis she might have found the courage to ask.
Instead, all she could do was trust him. The way she had always trusted him. He knew just the right amount of pain she enjoyed and never overstepped their agreed-upon bounds.
“So much rope,” he breathed.
With her elbows tight together, the binding around her wrists was impossible to escape, and she felt him pulling hard. A whisper of the rope brushed against one buttock and she flinched from its unexpected caress. When the hemp pushed more firmly against her rear, then slipped between her thighs, she understood where he was taking the bondage.
Her pulse rate increased. She swallowed down a fresh burst of nerves and tried to glance nervously over her shoulder.
The room’s blackness made it impossible to see if he was there or not. It was only when she felt him start to tug the rope between her legs, she realized he had finished binding her wrists and moved from behind her.
The coarse weave of the hemp was like sandpaper against her pussy lips. The sensation of being scoured was wickedly exciting and she relished every blistering caress as the length drew against her sex. Admittedly there was an element of pain—there was always an element of pain—but it took nothing from the marvelous sensation of having her sex lips treated with such brutal disregard.
She gasped as the rope was pulled tight.
He drew the length up against her chest, tugging the rope so it crushed firmly against her sex. She could feel the labia being bruised by the rope and almost cried out when her labia spread over the thick, round length. The pressure against her clitoris was phenomenal and she didn’t know whether her response was governed by agony or ecstasy.