I’d like to welcome fellow author, M.A. Church to discuss BDSM and her upcoming release, Wrapped in Leather. Thanks for stopping by!
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A riding crop and a blindfold doesn’t make it BDSM. There is a big difference between being kinky and being in the scene. It’s not a sexual thing to me, it’s a very spiritual thing.
Hey everyone! I’m M.A. Church and I’m here to talk about my latest release, Wrapped in Leather. It’s the first in the Wrapped Up series and focuses on BDSM. BDSM is an acronym of B&D (Bondage & Discipline), D&S (Dominance & Submission), and S&M (sadomasochism). BDSM refers to any or all of these things, and a lot of stuff besides.
There are as many ways to practice BDSM as there are people, and Jase, the Dom, talks about this in the story. Tying up your lover is BDSM; so is flogging that person, or bossing that person around… or any of a thousand other things. BDSM is highly erotic—though not always—and can involve sex or sexual tension, the action highly psychologically charged. BDSM is not necessarily hardcore sadomasochism; it can be remarkably subtle, sensual, and soft. Pinning your partner to the bed and running silk or ice cubes or rabbit fur over your lover’s body qualifies as BDSM—specifically, of a variety called sensation play.
The fundamental principles for the exercise of BDSM require informed consent of all involved parties. Since the 1980s, many practitioners and organizations have adopted the motto—originally from the statement of purpose of GMSMA, a gay SM activist organization—safe, sane, and consensual which is commonly abbreviated as SSC. Everything is based on safe activities, participants must be of sufficiently sound/sane mind to consent, and that all participants consent.
Mutual consent makes a clear legal and ethical distinction between BDSM and such crimes as sexual assault or domestic violence.
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4567
Release date: January 3rd
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
To celebrate his decision to take the next step with his boyfriend Ian, Toshi Baylor plans a romantic evening at their favorite steak house. Toshi starts the special weekend with a bang by surprising Ian at home with lunch. There’s a bang all right, but it’s between Ian and another guy.
Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.
Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.
Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.
An hour later, head spinning and body weak, Toshi gasped for air. Little aftershocks of pleasure shot through him, his body tightening spasmodically until Ian’s dick softened and slipped out. They collapsed on the den floor.
“Damn,” Ian mumbled finally as they lay there, still breathing hard. “Now, that’s what I call dessert. You’re a good fuck, Toshi.”
Toshi rested his head on his arm and rolled his eyes, the warm fuzzy afterglow fading abruptly. There were times he truly wished Ian would just keep his mouth shut. “Now that’s romantic.”
“What can I say?” Ian slapped Toshi on the ass. “I’m not one for sappy words.”
Toshi sighed, thoroughly disgusted. “You don’t have to be a poet, but jeez, can’t you come up with something better than I’m a good fuck?”
Ian braced himself on an elbow and looked down at Toshi, a lopsided grin on his face. “You’re a really good fuck?”
“Be still my heart.” Toshi shook his head. I give up. This wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned this. Ian just didn’t get it. Actually, Ian didn’t get a lot of things lately. “I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”
“Can’t. I need to head home. I’ve got an early day tomorrow. Rain check?” Ian rolled to his feet. He removed the condom and dumped it in the nearest trash can. “Speaking of which, I’m going to have to cancel our date tomorrow night. I have to work late.”
“Are you kidding me? Again?” Toshi huffed out a breath and stood. He grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around his slim hips. The earlier warmth from their lovemaking had retreated. This was happening all too often. That damn loan company Ian worked for must really be growing. All Ian did was work, and frankly, he was getting annoyed. “Dammit, Ian—”
“Hey, babe, I know, okay? But what can I say? They’d be lost without me.” Ian quickly dressed and kissed Toshi on the lips. He grabbed his keys off the coffee table. “Call you later.”
With those parting words, he was gone. Stifling another deep sigh, Toshi locked the front door and walked to the bathroom, then threw the blanket in the hamper. Rattled, he started the shower. It was a shame his own boyfriend had the ability to make him feel like what he said… a fuck. After he tested the water, he stepped inside the stall. The sex was good, but that’s all it felt like—sex. There was something missing—something had been missing for a while.
Toshi soaped the loofah and washed his hairless chest and stomach. He was beginning to feel more like a fuck buddy than a boyfriend. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off. Dammit, he wanted more. He wanted a relationship. He wanted a partner who would share his life but who also took control in the bedroom. The last part was a problem for Ian. Ian was trying, but he just wasn’t quite what Toshi dreamed about. Oh, Ian was all for spanking his ass. He’d even tied his hands to the headboard with a pair of cuffs Toshi had bought off the Internet, but Ian was just… playing. That was the best way to sum it up.
Then there was Toshi’s fondness for anything leather, which had earned him a few strange looks from Ian. He’d tried to explain his need, but Ian didn’t get that, either. Leather was nothing more than another material to Ian, but to Toshi, it was so much more. Ian wasn’t serious about the more kinky things Toshi wanted to try. He didn’t exude the dominance Toshi needed so badly in the bedroom.
They’d talked about what he wanted to do. They’d even watched a few DVDs. But Ian as a Dom was a total joke. Ian also thought Toshi’s affection for leather was downright weird. He’d had gone as far as to say he wasn’t interested in bringing leather into their sexual relationship. Toshi didn’t know if he could just shelve his need. After sex, he felt incomplete. Then there was Ian himself—always breaking dates, not returning his calls, most times in a hurry to go… like tonight.
He finished his shower and dried off. He wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and stared into his own cocoa-colored eyes. “Maybe I should rethink what I’m planning. Maybe.”
Toshi turned the light off and yawned. Guess he’d be calling it an early night after all.
M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.
By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.
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