Hey y’all. Do you know Kayla Lords? Well, if you don’t you should. Not only is a Bound_By_Love_cover__Finished (2)blogging friend of mine, but she’s an erotica writer too. And a damn good one at that. The second book in her Sir and Babygirl series comes out today and I’m so excited! Here’s what it’s about (from the backcover…)

In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?

Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.

I was lucky enough to get an early release copy of Kayla’s newest book and damn, it’s pretty hot. If you want to read a piece, stick around… There’s a snippet at the end of this post!

As an inspiring erotica writer, I’m constantly researching writers and writing and the writing process. And Kayla was lovely enough to let me ask her a few questions about her own experience as an erotica writer.

Here’s a little bit more about Kayla.

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.

A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

And here’s where you can find her.

KaylaLords.com

Kayla’s Facebook 

Kayla’s Twitter 

Kayla’s Tumblr

Kayla’s Goodreads

**And she’s for hire… just sayin’…**

Interview with Kayla Lord

  1. When did you realize you wanted to write erotica?

I knew I wanted to write erotic stuff (for lack of a better term) when I was a vanilla blogger. I was lurking on all kinds of blogs – mostly D/s, all very sexy – and I wanted to join the conversation. My blog started out as a place to chronicle my adventures in masturbation but also as a way to write the sexual stories that had been playing in my head for years. I didn’t think I’d publish erotic and I certainly didn’t know it would ever focus on BDSM and dominance and submission (D/s), but I knew I had to write it all down to get it out of my head.

  1. What do you think is the biggest misconception people have about erotica writers?

I think there’s a couple. We’re not having rowdy sex all day long (God, I wish!) and we’re not selling a million copies. In a given month, if I sell 15-20 copies of one title, I am a VERY happy woman. The more you write, the more you sell – but I’m not one of those authors who can churn out books every month.

  1. If you could spend a day with any author, living or dead, who would it be?

Ok, so here’s the problem. I’m a certified, classic introvert. I’m leery of spending time with anyone, lol. But, that being said, it would be a toss up between Christine Feehan and Diana Gabaldon. I know, I know, I was probably supposed to say Hemingway or Steinbeck. Whatever – I read them in high school and college, and they were great, but they don’t inspire me. Feehan’s Dark Carpathian series is amazing. She writes about Dominant males who want their women to be submissive (it doesn’t always work out for them, lol). And I would kill for Gabaldon’s ability to describe a hot sexual scene the way she does. She almost never actually mentions a single direct word of any body part but you know exactly what she means. She’s brillant!

  1. What’s your creative process like? Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Here’s how little I know about the mechanics of being an author – I had to look that up. I’m a combination of both, I guess. I don’t have a written outline and I don’t always know where my characters are going or what they’re going to do from day to day, but I do know how it all ends – eventually. The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl started from random blog posts on my website and then I added the stories of building their relationship when I decided to do something with the blog posts. Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love was written story by story with only one being used from old blog posts. The next two books are mentally planned out – I basically know what will happen – but the details and the circumstances of each story will come to me as I write.

  1. As a writer, what do struggle with most?

Time. Such a precious commodity and there’s never enough of it. I work as a full-time writer now but the paying jobs are in the vanilla world so those have to be my priority. My boys (9 and 5) no longer go to daycare before and after school so I have distractions in the afternoon when I should have time to write erotica. I also don’t handle distraction well so attempting to write sultry, erotic BDSM scenes with little boys being little boys in the background can be very difficult. I write a little bit at a time when I can. And when it gets really bad, I hole up in my bedroom (thanks to John) and block everyone out for a few hours. I tell myself it will get better once both boys are in school full time, but I think this is just how I’ll write until they’re much older.

  1. Are Jonathan and Katie’s relationship based on you and John?

The characters Sir and Babygirl began on my blog when I couldn’t admit to myself or the world that I was a babygirl – and long before I could admit to John that I wanted him to be my Daddy. So Sir and Babygirl became my written fantasy of us and morphed from there. The details of their relationship are different from ours but Katie’s emotions are all mine. Every doubt, every insecurity, every rush of love and lust – that’s all me.

  1. What do you think Jonathan and Katie can teach others about D/s?

What I hope people learn is that before there’s Dominance and submission, there are two people trying to navigate a relationship. D/s adds a level of eroticism, kink, and depth to the relationship but they’re two people finding love and figuring out how to deal with that. But I also want people to learn that D/s isn’t all whips, chains, and torture (although that’s fun). Sometimes it’s just one person being in charge and it’s always (at least it should be) two people taking care of one another who just happen to have great, kinky sex.

  1. What happens next with Jonathan and Katie?

Well, as a certain someone pointed out to me (*cough-cough*), we need to meet their families and learn about that dynamic so that will happen soon. And believe me, between my family and John’s, I’ve got a TON of material to work with on character personalities and situations.

  1. How far do you think their story will go? 

At some point, they’ll need to take their relationship to a new, more meaningful level, and I’ll write about that, too. I won’t write Sir and Babygirl forever, but I feel a need to tell their love story from beginning to end.

10.  If you could tell people one thing about BDSM and the D/s                        lifestyle, what would it be?

Only one thing? There’s so much I would love to tell people. It’s not abuse. It’s not a mark against feminism (for female submissives). It’s not demeaning or damaging. For those of us who have an inate need to dominate or submit, it’s a final puzzle piece of who we are as human beings. While the sexual satisfaction is nice (and important), it’s not the only reason people enter the D/s lifestyle or even practice BDSM. I have a need to serve someone I trust completely and a desire to be taken care of (yes, I am completely capable of taking care of myself, I do it fairly well when necessary). I also need to take care of and serve someone stronger than myself. I don’t want to be in charge. I don’t want to have the final say (note, I said final). Good, solid D/s relationships are partnerships – even if the outside world can’t see it. Nothing happens without the submissive’s ultimate consent and the responsibility lies with the dominant. That’s not for everyone, and that’s ok, but for those of us who discover who we are after so long not understanding our own urges, ignoring them, or simply denying them, this lifestyle is like coming home.

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If you like erotica, this is a good one! Here’s some places you can get it.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Smashwords

All Romance

Excerpt from Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love

 

Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.

She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.

Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before –

“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.

“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.

Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”

She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.

“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.

He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.

With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.

“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.

He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.

“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.

In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.

“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”

Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”

With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.

They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.

“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”

“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.

“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”

“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”

Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”

“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.