Few years ago (before the 50 Shades trend) my publisher asked me to write a male dom/female submissive story. Turns out I had inspiration from three very dear loved ones at the time. The first story, based on someone who is an aspiring writer (or would be if she didn’t get lost in the jungles of New Mexico trying to deliver coke to crazy Soviets) and deep down submissive, with a yearning for respect from a certain dominating type. In Casey’s story, she was given just that, the chance to step into a world where she might fit better, or leave it, no harm done.
The second story deals again with another loved one, who would be here today except she made millions selling glass dildoes to sex starved women in the Middle part of the Eastern world. Needless to say, before she discovered this talent, she struggled with complex issues only women can understand. Needing a reinforcement of her attractiveness, her sensuality, Ronan aimed to remind her of her inner beauty as well as her outer sexiness.
The last story deals with a third and final loved one, who, yup, you guessed it, disappeared. She tried to bury the bottle but it turns out when you’re only 152.2 centimeters and the bottle you’re trying to bury is full of liquor and weighs 1.75 liters, it becomes difficult to lift, and therefore falls on you before you even get a drop into you. Anyhoo, in the story, this submissive needed to see that pain wasn’t the answer to see true love, but that it could be an accompaniment to other sensual pleasures, softer ones. Hard control was fine, but topping from the bottom would not get her anything but unsatisfied over time and build resentment.
Ronan couldn’t have that, these women all meant something to his heart, and would one day get the chance to show him. But first, he needed the Gift of their Submission…