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Seven Dwarf Stories- Darling, the Submissive

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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authorpromodwarfdaughtryAlas! My dear friends & followers, I am pleased to announce another notch on that publishing belt. If you follow me on twitter or facebook OR have personal conversations with me at all, you know I have been dying to see the final product of the newest 7DS BOOKS collaboration, Seven Dwarf Stories.

The concept of the book- the previously untold tales of each dwarf before Snow White & the diamond mine sucked me in the moment I heard of it. Dark adult short stories about these merry little folk. Well, sweetie, this is not your bubbly princess fairy tale collection. These dwarfs are bad to the bone. Think about it, seven dwarfs- one house- they must have been social outcasts for one reason or another. Ahhhhhhh. Yes. See.

My story, Darling, is the twisted tale of a quiet little fellow- but how did I give a dwarf a Kat Daughtry brand? Mmmmmhmmm. Darling is living his life, out and about, when out of nowhere, fate drops him to his knees with the sight of the one he calls Divine. You guessed it, little Darling is a submissive. An eager to please, quick to protect, natural born sub. He is collared and trained and loved by his sweet Divine. Of course, through in some true dark fantasy, some steam, a magic mirror and you have the tale of love, devotion, sacrifice and you learn how Darling may be the only hope of freeing a soul from a magic mirror for his sweet Divine. That is a mighty tall order for a dwarf to deliver. That’s all I give you. Just that tease.

7dwarfcoverI must say, this book, working hands on in a collaboration, building a world with other authors compared to the normal submission = accept/reject- the end- Has been a most enlightening experience. And speaking of working with other authors- I had the pleasure of working with some of the best Check out this collection and discover each dwarf as you have never imagined, but will never see in the same manner again thanks to the genius imaginations of A.T. Russell, Michelle Horst, Quincy J. Allen, Michelle Anderson Picarella, Dawn Jayne and Everett Powers.

Read it, share the word, and show author love- review it!

-Kat

Seven Teases of STEAMFATE- An Erotic Steampunk Novel- Coming Soon.

07 Sunday Apr 2013

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As a bit of a teaser while we wait for the publication of STEAMFATE– an erotic steampunk novel, I share with you…………………

The titles of the first SEVEN chapters with a line from each. Enjoy. I hope it gets you pumped for the release.

Chapter 1 Congratulations

 “There’s another anarchist at large, Isabelle,” he shouted inside to his wife. “In our district this time.”

Chapter 2 A Fiery Ring

  His last painting session had ended with him attempting to define her lips, but eventually throwing his brushes across the studio in frustration. The only feature he had been able to capture were her eyes: blue-green, with a fiery ring of gold around the iris.

Chapter 3 You Can’t Die Here

 “How would it look if a dead terrorist appeared in my warehouse?” he snarled.

She tossed her hair behind her back. “I thought you received promotions and medals for that sort of thing,” she laughed.

Adam tensed his face as he pondered the truth behind her banter. “It would still lower the property value. A corpse never helps.”

Chapter 4 Vows

  He knew most of the criminals and steampunks were a fan of different sorts of body modification. Piercings through the skin, permanent tattoos, and some even branded themselves like animals or ancient tribes.

Chapter 5 Apple

 The fruit couldn’t be too forbidden if safe enough for her own lips. Her beautiful full lips.

Chapter 6 Inn & Out

 She turned to face him, her eyes locking into his, “Dear sir, there is always a choice.”

Chapter 7 Above the Play Room

 Zona had to tug Adam’s arm as he slowed to listen to the symphony of sin surrounding him. As a new barrister he had visited both prisons and asylums, and the walk down this hallway reminded him of those gauntlets, but rather than cries of desperation or insanity, his ears were filled with the cries of ecstasy and satisfaction.

“Here is our room.” Zona announced.

Adam turned from the gas lamp lit hallway to see a bright orange door. Number seven.

sevendoorhotel

 

So there it is. A glimpse of the first seven chapters of STEAMFATE. I adore this book and every bit of my soul and passion that went into my part of this novel. I do hope you take a chance and jump right in when the time comes. You won’t regret it. I promise.

xoxoxoxoxoxo-

Kat

A Valentine Challenge from an Erotica Author

04 Monday Feb 2013

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I will start this blog by saying how very much I do not swoon & sigh over the thought of Valentine’s Day. I am one of the bah-humfucks that see it is an event created by the greeting card and candy industry.

I see nothing romantic about a marked day each year to sweep each other off the feet or to woo thy love because a billion other people are doing so. I actually find it to be about the most un-romantic and un-swoon worthy attempt of getting some nook nook.

Yes, admit.. I may have hummed a bit when I opened my mail and saw a valentine from Hillcrest last year. But the man was three thousand miles away. I didn’t have to dress up or get my hair did. And the reality of love, where is he now.. Hold on, let me check. Nope. Not here. Sweet promises of a valentine easily become just more words sputtered out by a professional fiction writer. Honestly, the cards I received on random unsuspecting days are the ones that made my heart race. The ones that I knew every lady on the block didn’t get a card that day as well. Just me. The pornographic artwork inside didn’t hurt either- and noticing when cards went from friendly, flirty to hear filled. That is romance.

Now… Valentine’s in general.

Anyone with children can relate to this point. Babysitters on Valentine’s. Teenagers are willing to date anything to not be alone so they are all booked. If you snag a teen on valentines, you best believe she is sneaking someone in or she is in a bad mood and your kids will get the wrath of her unworthy appeal to even the head of the AV Club. If you assume a single person may be worth asking, you are assuming, to them, that they obviously have no love interest and if you ask a couple that never does anything, even if you know that man cannot get it up, you are solidly insulting their intimate relations. You could drop them off at one of these new age pay a stranger places, but odds are good they aren’t really watching them well or they will likely get lice or some other unromantic germ to bring home. Ah, romance.

Next- Flowers. I admit, I am not the normal chick. I am pretty fucking awesome. But what is the deal with paying so much money for some cut flowers? You realize these cut flowers die? Is that the message you want? You want this woman to think of you as the petals shrivel up, turn black and make a mess all about the vase. Another mess to clean. Every woman wants that. For the price of a dozen roses, you could get her a massage. for free, you could give her one and try not to poke her in the no-no hole when she moans. And Roses. Bless a rose. They don’t have some amazing scent. They come with blood inducing thorns and they are very much the messiest of the blooming deaths you could choose.

Next- Candy. I do like the conversation hearts. Generic words, but the concept, not bad. We all look for the special I love you or marry me or something but no, you always hand us 2 Sweet or something. Chocolates are even worse. Sure, they are yummy. No lie. But normally you guys get that sampler. You know if you get the 20 piece only 3 are really good and when we offer you one, you just know how to pick one of the good ones. Then we have nuts and tasty goo all in our teeth (not yours) and you want to kiss. Okay, and when we eat, should I also chew my food and spit it in your mouth like a baby bird? Ew, right? Ew. Think of that when you pick up that Whitman’s Sampler.

Next- Gifts (A) We know what you want. You don’t want a greeting card that plays Adele. You don’t want a stuffed animal that danced to Wild Thing. But we still feel the need to get something. We have to make up for the money you spent on flowers and the nuts in our teeth. It is hard, ya know? Shopping mushy like for a man. We really want to buy that cute nightie and those high heels, and we know you will love it- but the first time you get mad you are going to turn around and say how we bought you a gift for us on Valentine’s. So you get the Adele card and the horrible dancing stuffed animal. We don’t like it anymore than you do. Pleas know that.

(B) The greeting card for women. We know you struggle just like we do. We know you pick up that dirty card and laugh but think we will be offended. You read one that sounds like your mother would approve and put it back because you just thought of your mom and now you ponder why you wondered what card is most likely to get you head and suddenly a card makes you think of Mom.. You feel dirty. And not in a good way.. You freak out. You grab that card with all the writing. You know, the one that you read the first bit… Love you endlessly, soul mates….fate….blessing…You buy it. You run and you go to the electronics store just to claim some manhood back. But you see, we open this card and we see words…all these words. Like deep thoughts by Jack Handy. These aren’t your words. Adele wrote this card and it was too happy for a song. But still, we have to read all these words not from you and we hold our chest and poke our lip out and awww and look at you with fake tears and you think it is so moving you gotta get some serious head and we are thinking… I wish I had some floss this damn nut in my molar is driving me nuts. Ha. A pun.

(C) Jewelry. Le and sigh. Valentine bling. Somewhere there should be a law against this. Once again, recall I am not the average woman. I would be happy with a glitzy collar, some clamps or a nice harness system. The NORMAL lady is hoping for this. But not just any this. The bazinga of it all. But guess what? White gold, yellow gold,silver, platinum. Diamonds, pearls, gemstones, lab created or real. Honey, there is where you get fucked on Valentine’s. You have no clue what she wants. The over parfumed lady behind the counter claims she does, but she doesn’t. I happen to think diamonds are the stone of roses. Blah. But most women have it in their head that this diamond thing is it. And if you have dated this chick for any amount of good time, she does not want that diamond in earrings or a bracelet. You know what she wants. And oh hell no. You aren’t ready for that- and you know not a single diamond comes with a bj guarantee. Even if you do not buy jewelry, each time you reach in your pocket, her heart will stop. Don’t drop anything either, she will think you are about to get on one knee.

(D) Dinner. You gotta go to the best place around, right? You made reservations last March, right? Oh. Well, that 3 hour wait is a good time to talk. She could likely almost read the entire card you got her in that time. No, she is starving. She snacked before the dinner date- but 3 hours of smelling food will bring out her inner zombie. She must feed. Then, she is so hungry she downs it all. Don’t lose a finger over the bloomin’ onion. She is full she is tired and she is going to do what she can to silently fart so she can give you some loving, but guess what honey, she don’t want not one more thing to swallow tonight. Wa-Wa-Wa.

Truth be told, she wants you to drop her off and go home so she can drop a load. But no. You want that Valentine’s sex. So, she says she is gonna go freshen up. She wishes she had purchased that nightie and heels because you have seen her in everything else. and she is pushing on her tummy and spreading her cheeks begging God for a deflation poot. Now she has to throw on some lipstick just to make it seem like she did something during all that time you have been antsy on her couch thinking of the bj you ain’t getting.

Now if you are married, you know it doesn’t matter if you are in a nightie or your hole ridden sweat pants, his search for nookie won’t end til you sleep and the kids are hyped up on the sugar they got from the spiffy mass babysitting business. The youngest one is scratching their head, but not too much. You can check for lice later. And married man, you see that look in her eyes. That look of not making eye contact with you so you wont give her your Don Juan eyes. You ripped a loud one in the car, you are ready to go. Her hair is messed up from having to keep the windows down the entire way home. She wants to go to sleep and dream of the figure she had before you ruined it and she wants it worshiped by Johnny Depp or The Doctor. You are so there in the spirit of the greeting card holiday you would be happy if she would just breathe on it one time. Whip it out and wait. She will huff in a minute. Catch that warm breeze,

My point is…. yes, I kinda have one. This is not romance. These expectations. This trying to be the romantic you aren’t 354 days a year. Why not trash this day and bring the romance back? Not on the day we are told to do so- but on that random day you woke up dreaming about your lover all night and you woke up and rolled over to watch them sleep. Take them. Kiss them. Tell them how the world didn’t exist until they did. Remember the first time you made love- all that carnal passion and tension and take your lover and make that first time look like foreplay. Go to work and on lunch, make a card. Crappy drawing if you cannot draw- write just one thing that makes your heart race and mail it. Three days later- romance exists again.

You hate it when popular opinion tells you who to vote for or what good music is or what horrible fashion is making a comeback or what sports team is the best- Why the hell are you letting popular opinion ruin the art of romance?

ATTENTION COUPLES:

I challenge you. If you must allow Hallmark and Zales to tell you when the romantic day is- Do it without them. I want to hear the most romantic sensual tales of Feb 14th with no gifts with no cards with no 3 hour waits to eat. Reinvent Valentines. Fall in love all over again and hold on to it like the secret to life- because it is.

COVER REVEAL! New short story series- Kat Daughtry’s Master Bait!

28 Sunday Oct 2012

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Here it is! The beginning of something I think you are going to like! I am releasing a series of short stories that many of you have already had a taste of in

Submissive Sweetnessthe past. Master Bait is a collection of shorts based around the lovely submissive known as Kat Daughtry (curtsy) and the twisted tales of submitting it all for her Master. Submissive Sweetness is full of hot and hard with the bits of background showing the physical and emotional attraction of the submissive and her Master Sweetness.  Several shorts are coming your way detailing the romantic and rope-tied tales of Kat and her Master thanks to 7DS Books. The Master Bait series is coming soon! Hold on tight!

“Hello, sweetness,” she smirked just before she pushed him into her mouth.

 

A Taste of Steamfate- THE TATTOO SCENE- In honor of me getting this tattoo today!

19 Friday Oct 2012

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I get this today! Slightly altered, two hearts in the gear and the inner ring will be full of flames.

Adam walked the path of the small room. Sketches and paintings covered the length of each wall. An artist himself, Adam grew with fascination over the young artist’s work. The sound of Shu pressing the gun back against Zona’s skin broke his attention away from the art. Zona buried her head back inside her crossed arms.

“Why do you hide him? Labor laws?”

Shu cackled. “I promise I fear no labor laws. Come here, I’ll show you why he is in the back.”

Adam walked toward Shu. She leaned closely over Zona and allowed the gun to meet Zona’s skin. She was working on the addition of a new gear. This one was not the largest of the gears, yet very decent in size compared to what looked like an endless amount of small gears interlocking across her back. He watched as her flesh absorbed the color.

“Here we go.” Shu winked. “She’s warming back up.”

He watched Shu focus intently as Zona’s spine arched. Her body was mind-blowing. Slowly, her hips circled with each precise stroke of the tattoo gun. Her fingernails dragged the sides of her arm as her purrs turned into moans. Her body moved against the chair just like she moved when she straddled the Magistrate.

Adam cleared his throat. The blood pumped through his body as he watched her rock against the chair. Shu glanced up long enough to watch him struggle with seeing his sweet Zona enjoy the pain of the gun so intently. The gear was close to completion.

“This is why Edgar is not allowed in while Zona gets ink.” she laughed.

Adam casually adjusted himself. “I understand.”

“I’m almost done. Could you help keep her still? This one is important.”

Adam walked toward the headrest of the chair. He squatted until his eyes were level with hers. He brushed her hair away from her face. She smiled through biting her lip as she locked her gaze into his. Her hands reached for his. Their fingers tangled around like perfectly fitting puzzle pieces.

“Nice tie.” he smiled as he pulled her into a kiss.

Her moans grew heavy against his tongue. Her hands squeezed tightly around his. He could still feel her rocking the lower half of her body. Adam freed a hand and wrapped his arm around her upper back. She broke her lips away from him.

“Don’t let go.” her eyes begged him for more than the moment.

“Never.” he kissed her forehead.

Her lips roamed past his chin onto his neck. She panted between moans. He watched her body squirm even under his firm hold. His breathing hardened between the sight and feel of her in the steam filled room. Her moans turned into randy chatter and cries to God.

Adam knew she wouldn’t calm down until she finished. He had no clue how Shu could possibly work with Zona grinding against the chair. His heart beat a loudness inside his ears. He stood straight and grabbed her hair until it tangled around his knuckles.

“I want you forever, Zona.” he locked her into his gaze. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Her mouth fell open as she gasped silently. He jerked her hair back and owned her with his deep penetrating kiss. She moaned inside her mouth through her climax though his strong hold kept her body motionless. Their mouths locked together well past the silence of the tattoo gun’s hissing. Shu stood and removed her goggles and gloves.

Zona finally pulled away from the kiss as her moans evaporated into purrs and back into silence. Adam brushed his hand against her cheek. She held on to his touch while she stood and moved away from the tattoo chair. She pulled him lower until his ear rested beside her lips.

“Thank you for helping, Magistrate.” she spoke softly. “But never fucking lie to me again. Not if I don’t ask for it.”

She tossed his hand back to his side and turned to Shu. “Thank you, always, Shu. I will give my condolences to Edgar and be on my way.”

Zona stomped away until she vanished in the back of the shoppe. Shu shut off the boiler and began to clean her tools. Adam remained in the same spot, lost in her reaction to his promise. Shu edged past him as she wiped the chair clean.

“I believe you, actually.” she nudged him.

“Pardon?”

“I think you would give it all up for Zona.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“She knows that.” Shu popped him with the cleaning towel. “You frighten the poor girl, Magistrate. You complicate her mission.”

“Complicate.” he nodded. “And what about fate?”

“We aren’t like you, sir.” she patted his shoulder. “We cannot afford fate. We barely afford tomorrow.”

Adam struggled to wrap his mind around her statement. He shook his head and walked toward the main door. “Condolences,” he pointed toward the back of the shoppe, “The gear was for Lucian?”

“Yes, Magistrate.” Shu sighed. “Every gear on her back is a life lost for the cause.”

“She’s covered in them.”

“I know. I gave her each one.” she cracked a nervous laugh. “I only wonder who will tattoo her when I am gone.”

Adam shot her a look of genuine concern. “So, don’t die.”

“We all die, Magistrate. The end.” she silenced the conversation as Zona reentered the room.

Teaser from Master’s Betrayal Short Story Collection.

16 Tuesday Oct 2012

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Please enjoy a taste of my next release. This is a short story in the Master’s Betrayal series coming soon from 7DS Books.

“No, take a hot shower,” she had said, “and think of what my mouth would feel like on your dick.”

She was well aware how far out of her league Michael was. She lingered on his every word, waiting for him to realize it as well. Half of her heart thought fate had blessed her by allowing him to appear. The pessimist pushed through just as hard, convinced that fate was taunting her with her missing piece. She could taste him, adore him, wish for him, but he would never be her own.

They brushed the small talk out of the way with spurts of silence until she moaned. Michael knew what the sound meant. Her fingers danced against the lace of her panties as he spoke. He described the room to her and what he would soon do to her. She whimpered his name and sighed.

“I’ll be there shortly, sweetness.”

He hung up his cell and looked down. What was it about her voice, her attitude, her everything that turned him on so much? His cock was rock hard, practically busting his zipper. He needed her now. It had taken so long for them to get this close, and now he wasn’t sure how he could make it through the ten minutes she said it would take her to arrive.

He looked to his right and spied the shower. Perfect. He wanted to be clean for her. Every inch of him clean and ready for her hands, her mouth, her everything. In one of their earliest conversations, when the talk had gotten a bit naughty, he had joked that he was going to need a cold shower.

“No, take a hot shower,” she had said, “and think of what my mouth would feel like on your dick.”

He hadn’t taken a shower since then without thinking about just that.

The only issue, a detail really, a footnote–but what made the whole thing so exciting and so tragic–was that no matter how perfect this would be, it would end, and too soon. They both had someone waiting at home, and little ones who looked up to them, thinking they were perfect. That was the one thing that might have held him back.

It wasn’t that there was anything really wrong at home. Sure, the usual irritations about running out of this, or arguments about forgetting to do that. But he wasn’t running away from anything. No, this wasn’t a salve. This wasn’t a negative seeking a respite. This was a positive seeking fulfillment. He wanted Kat–needed her–not because she wasn’t someone else, but because she was who she was.

He wasn’t sure that made a difference, but he told himself it did. He started to strip for his shower. He would have taken off his wedding band, but that had come off as soon as he’d cleared security at the airport. This trip was about him and Kat. The end.

Once the water reached too hot, he stepped in. His dick was still hard, as hard as it had ever been. She did that to him. He grabbed the hotel soap, lathered up his cock, and thought about what her mouth would feel like in seven minutes.

My two Masters

16 Tuesday Oct 2012

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First off, please play this lovely song as you read. It only adds to the passion of the post.

I was born a leader. I never fell into the crowd. I was made by God to show we may be his flock- but we each own a unique soul. Mine happens to be a bit more open than many. I gave my will away. I gave my fate. My faith. My heart. My soul. I named a Master. He accepted.

We were both wrong. He was not ready to claim me as a partner in life, my needs not being as important as his own. He failed the concept of love. He failed the concept of faith. He has chosen to settle in a half life. God gave him that free will- to settle or to soar- that is his choice. I had no right to offer a man my total self. I own my heart, fate and faith. My soul is not mine to give.

Mistake. Moments ago, reading the word shredded my heart. But mistakes are made. We all make them, flawed humans that we are. See, I- I can own the mistake and look you dead in the eye and tell you even with the mistake- I hold no regret. I loved a man. I love a man. If you love someone once- you love them forever. My mistake was only giving him all of me without saving any for myself. I am claiming that back now- though, he will always hold a part of me. I must claim the bigger half.

Love.

Love is what? Love is friendship. Love is laughter. Love is that needing someone when the best things in life happen- that person you want to be the first to know. Love is aching. Love is missing someone when they are missing. Love is that person you also want to share your lowest moments with- those fears- those failures, because with love- they love all of you and fears and failures only make them hold you closer.  Love is the feeling of two hands feeling made for one another. Love is silence when it is comfortable because your eyes say I love you. Love is losing track of time because that person seems to make the world stand still. Love is communication. Love is holding on. Love is knowing it is never perfect. But it is worth it.

Passion.

Passion is carnal. Passion is often mistaken for cheapness. Sex is sex- and can easily be cheap and fill a void for a matter of moments, but once the sex is over, the void grows larger.

Passion holds. Passion binds. Passion is belonging. Passion is feeling. Passion is that missing piece. Passion is no limits. Passion is touching the flesh of another and feeling like you are sliding into your own skin, as if it were missing all along. Passion grasps the impulse of desire and raw need and twines it with the love of the friendship- the partner- the missing piece and makes it a memory you hold no shame in when you talk to God about it.

The acts of passion- these are different for different souls. Some couples may lay beneath white cotton sheets and whisper sonnets with soft strokes of that deep connection. Some souls may look into the eyes of each other and see the rim of burning flames- the need to feel every sensation under the human capability- be it pleasure or pain- to say they shared this with their “one”…and when it is right- there is no need to talk, to ask- You can read the eyes, you can read the flesh and together- you move as if the scene has been written and well read.

Mistakes happen. Mistakes are one of those things you know a split second in that it is indeed, a mistake and you stop- You work from that moment to correct it. Regret works the same way. I know it instantly. Anyone that tries to convince themselves otherwise is living their own life for others, not themselves, which is sad- Since God gave us each a life to life. Why would you ever live yours for someone else? That is like saying the one God gave them was not good enough so you are helping pick up his slack.

My life. My mistakes. Never regrets.

Love and passion. What is life without it?

What do I care what anyone thinks of my loves or passions when I speak so freely of them with my maker, the Master of my soul, the giver of my free will.

God gives us free will to choose a mate. If we cannot make it work- if they are not the one- God, the good Master he is, you know, he will jump in- He will send that missing piece. He will send someone to adore you.  I believe this.

I can pray. I can ask his guidance. He will give it. You just have to close your mouth and open the eyes of your soul to see his reply.

I talk to God about poetry. I talk to him about holding hands. I talk to him about laying awake restless knowing the way I fall asleep so quickly on the chest of someone he sent me. I talk to him about coffee and homeless men taking the time to notice the happiness of people falling in love. I talk to him about long talks by the pool and gummy bears. I talk to him about the way a song plays on the radio at just the right time- because I think he plays it for me, to keep my mind where it needs to be.

Also, I talk to him about the taste of of lips when I love you is said with a kiss. I talk to him about the beauty I feel when my flaws show clearly against my flesh when standing nude in front of the right one. I talk to him about how someone can smell my scent three thousand miles away in a crowd. I talk to him about how I can walk in pain daily, with each step- yet how my pain vanishes in the ropes of passion with the one that promised me forever. I talk to God about how to please a man that keeps me happy enough for butterflies to land freely on my shoulders. And the pain. I talk to God about the pain I ask the man to give me. Not because I am sick or disturbed, but because the man knows my limits without asking. The pain the man God sent me touches my flesh in a spiritual pleasure that erased the emotional pain every other man ever lashed upon me. This does not have to be understood by anyone. It is understood by God, the man he sent and myself. What else do we need?

So mistakes. Sure. He made them. I rebuke the thought that my existence would be a mistake. Maybe the way he handled the gift God gave him- me, to adore him. My mistake was placing his needs over mine and God’s place as my Master, followed by me as Master of my own fate. He could be Master of parts of me. But my mistake was giving him all of me. I do not regret anything I learn from. If I never see him again, I know I will cross his mind every single day. Especially when he talks to God. And if we ever get it right, he will have to Master his own fate. I will master my own and together, in love, God will be our Master- and if he fails. God will not let me suffer alone. I gave this man, my missing piece, a large piece of me. So either he returns as my missing piece with the new one I gave him- Or one day, God sends me the one the can complete the new missing piece.

Either way. God Masters my soul. I master my fate. I am THE Kat Daughtry. I am a precious gift.

I am owned. By God. By myself.

TEASER: SteamF*ck an Erotic Steampunk WIP

10 Thursday Nov 2011

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Here is a little teaser from the current Steampunk Erotica WIP with Michael Hillcrest- posted earlier in the week on Facebook.

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 “Beg me for more.” She carried the blade up the path towards his throat again.

“I can not.” He steadied his breath as the weapon pressed into the flesh beneath his chiseled chin.

“Dare you deny me?” A drop of blood collected in the twist of the blade as she insisted he submit.

“Decide my fate and carry it out, m’lady.” He twinged with the pain of the slice. “I am but a married man and a servant of God. I shall not betray my vows.”

“Vows?” She removed the blade from his neck as she leaded her face by his ear. “In this moment, dear sir, I am the only one you need to be concerned about betraying,” she whispered.

Her thumb wiped across his tiny wound. She examined the pulled off blood on top of her thumb before sticking it inside of her mouth for a taste. She moaned. Adam, stunned, watched as she sucked his redness from her hand.

“Your turn for a taste.” She slid her body up, pressing against him.

“I promise, I have no need to taste my own blood.” He shook his head. “Thank you just the same.”

“Not blood,” she giggled as her exposed body pressed its dampness against his stomach.

She edged the length of his body. One at a time, she crossed her legs over his shoulders, resting them behind his bound arms. The delicate hosiery grazed his cheeks like a finely woven silk. Her dampness carried a sweet scent as she dangled slightly above his face. His mouth watered as he pondered whether her flavor matched her wet aroma.

Adam knew she had won. He had protested. Invoked his status as a married man. Referenced his vows. But intoxicated by the pungent sweetness torturously close to his hungry tongue, his resolve failed him.

This was something to which he was unaccustomed. Not just an aggressive woman who could use her sexuality as a weapon. A woman who, unlike his wife, clearly enjoyed sex and the power it gave her over him. But also the act itself. Isabelle had always considered oral sex dirty. Indeed, there were laws against it–rarely enforced, but duly enacted as respresentative of the prevailing morals of the upper classes. And he was a magistrate, sworn to uphold and enforce such laws.

He looked up at the criminal straddling his face. She was looking up as well, her eyes closed as she caressed her own breasts, her nipples peeking through the fingers sliding over them. She looked down at him, rocking her hips just out of his mouth’s reach.

“Do you want to taste me, Adam? Do you want to taste my sweetness?”

Adam felt the blood rush even harder into his erection. His heart beat in his ears. His eyes were filled with her beauty and his nose was filled with her scent.

“Yes,” he whispered.

~*~

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Current Happenings with my Partner

27 Thursday Oct 2011

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Things are busy in the literary world right now. Let me take a moment and share a bit of what is going on.

First off, I have this blog, a twitter- @TheKatDaughtry and  a facebook page. For some reason, it seems the love flows better for the erotic around twitter.

I am currently working day and night with my fabulous partner, Michael Hillcrest. He can also be found on twitter- @HillcrestAuthor and like me, he has a less built facebook page.

We are not only working on finishing up a short erotica but we are currently outlining a full novel. Hold on to your asses….. A steampunk erotica.

Erotica alone is a rather wild and lovely invention, but steampunk… Oh, steampunk. It draws me in like a temptress even in pure simple form. The logic, the designs, the attire, the mood of it all.  You mesh equal parts of erotica with steampunk and you get nothing less than epic hotness in my book.

I have to say, I have always loved writing. Taking a journey with a partner is nothing that I really thought about seriously. I am not even sure that the thoughts of another one on one would excite me this much. Mr. Hillcrest is something. *smile*

Many of you follow us on twitter and find us….interesting together. If you haven’t followed one of our beyond-flirty conversations, you’re missing out on the action. If you do follow our talks.. Imagine what the hell we are writing. Trust me, our tweets are tame.

Stay tuned.

A Short Welcome

21 Friday Oct 2011

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Welcome to my first blog post. I’m Kat and it’s a pleasure to have tempted you here. I am an author, short story teller, and poet. I give it as rough as I like to get it. I’m a fantasy and steampunk freak. I’m completely intoxicated by my muse.

Juicy posts coming soon. Until then, find me on twitter and facebook.

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