Dark, Dirty, and Dangerous
All right, so yesterday I said I was happy, healthy, and horny. And today I'm saying I'm dark, dirty, and dangerous. What the fuck? Can I really play on both sides of the street? Well, yes, I can. How? Because I'm twisted. I confuse people all the time by saying I don't like dark, and then writing a novel like Dark Room, which is (yes, wait for it) dark. Is this not just a wee bit hypocritical?
Well, first off, I wrote that book a million years ago. And second, what I mean is that usually my stories don't deal with issues like death, disease, or distress. I feel that there's enough of that in real life. But that doesn't mean I don't like kink. It means that while my characters might have horrible, degrading things happen to them with whips and belts and paddles and floggers and crops and quirts and, um, what was I saying? Oh, yes, they might be punished this way and that, but they won't be punished for wanting to be punished.
That's what I mean.
They won't die because they wanted a spanking.
And yet, I do like the dark plum bruised sensation of playing with raw emotions. I like jealousy and guilt and longing. I like stories with an edge. So really, I do think you can have it both ways.
Today I am giving away a copy of M. Christian's Guilty Pleasures. Not only am I giving away a copy, M.C. has graciously agreed to sign it for the winner. What do you have to do? Confess. Tell me yours. Your guiltiest pleasure. Ever. Is it a food? Is it a fetish? Feel free to share. We're all friends here.XXX,
Alison
posted by Alison Tyler at 7:26 AM
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Calling in sick from my very busy, pays the bills right now job for at least two days;sequestered in my house with a lusty, and much younger, hot man with a cock and tongue that's aimed to please. We take sucky-fucky breaks only for things like, food, water and batteries.
This isn't twisted, or dark, but damn, it's indulgent; pleasurable, and it makes me feel wild and guilty.
NB
This isn't twisted, or dark, but damn, it's indulgent; pleasurable, and it makes me feel wild and guilty.
Works for me, NB.
XXX,
Alison
Now, Alison, you have struck the cord, hit the spot, whatever. I don't do BDSM D/s well, yet but, I am an emotional masochist. High risk relationships, that's me. I am working toward getting it down in words but as we all know it's difficult to write real life when you're living it. Maybe someday. There you go. You do bring out the most in us, Alison.
Thanks, AT. BTW: I know about your dark side after reading Blades. ;-)
I told you, I loved it.
Hey, Isabel. You're not really Kristina Lloyd in sheep's clothing, are you?
XXX,
Alison
Kristina Lloyd in sheep's clothing
Damn! You stole my fantasy.
[Sigh] I guess this means another trip to the costume shop.
Hey Alison, to fit better with the theme, you should have left food scraps on the plates. Now THAT would be DIRTY!
I have an old copy of Hustler Fantasies and a porno that my brother used to keep hidden under his bed. When I first discovered them, I was young, and they were instrumental to my, shall I say, awakening. When he moved out, I stole them, and if he noticed he never said.
Since then, whenever I need a quick fix, they are there for me. My guilty pleasures that remind me of a happier, simpler time in my life. And, get me off every time.
See, that's not dirty to me. That's messy. Or not clean. Or something. Dirty would be if we used the plates filled with vanilla pudding for some hearty sploshing.
XXX,
AT
"Hey, Isabel. You're not really Kristina Lloyd in sheep's clothing, are you?"
Don't I fucking wish! But I could never fill that amazing woman's boots!
xx
It probably sounds silly, or hopelessly romantic, but Mr. Rebel IS my guilty pleasure. He is the guy I avoided forever. He spoils me rotten, and he loves me back. I never let guys who actually might love me anywhere near me. I suppose that, like Isabelle, I was into the dangerous, almost toxic relationships for a long time.
Now I finally allow myself to be with someone who is just as happy as I am to watch nothing but old X Files episodes for weeks straight to catch up before the movie comes out.
Yeah, he is my guilty pleasure.
XoXoXo
Dakota Rebel
I could never fill that amazing woman's boots!
I love that you said boots!
My guilty pleasure centers around the fact that my significant other doesn't spank me nearly enough. Of course, no one could; I can ask for it again while my bum is still raw from the last thrashing. But I don't get it enough, so I write about it. A lot! And when he sees me at the computer too much he's sometimes moved to yank me up and sit down himself and turn me over his knee and...
Jean Marie
Watch out, Jean Marie, I think you're about to get a whole lot of fans!
XXX,
AT
It's not very kinky, but my guilty pleasure is that I like to use food as a kind of voodoo, especially with the unsuspecting. I would definitely be tempted slip something dark into that "shocked" woman's tea. Something that would make her touch herself violently and uncontrollably in the middle of a PTA meeting or in the elevator. Special herbs. Witchy potions. That certain mix of spices. Kneading the bread dough with lust in mind to make it special, not until it is as soft as a baby's bottom like the recipe specifies, but as silky as my lover's you-know-what.
I'm going with Heidi today, although as always—you all are spectacular! But I had Heidi on my mind already because she has a fab story in this month's issue of BUST. So a huge congrats to you, HC, and please drop me a note at msalisontyler at yahoo dot com with your mailing address. I'll get GP out to you asap.
XXX,
Alison
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