Saturday spankings…

For the “Saturday Spankings” blog hop… an excerpt from “Back to School”…


Even through the material of Kristi’s skirt, it smarted. But, just as much, it took her completely by surprise.

OWWWWW!! Heyyyyyy! What do you think you’re doing… OWWWWW!!!” He connected with her ass a second time. She spun around to confront him, but he grabbed her by the arm and swung her around, pushing her toward the desk. Kristi put her hands out as he slammed her onto the wooden surface.

“You’re not supposed to touch me!” was the first thing that came to mind.

“And you,” he growled, “aren’t supposed to act like a disrespectful little harlot in my school.”

She was now bent over the desk, her sneakers barely touching the tile floor. Mr. Smith’s hand was pressed against the small of her back, holding her in place.

Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the black thong she’d worn today.

“Ah, yes, miss. I see what sort of activity you are ‘majoring’ in at this institution…” He plucked at the waist string with his thumb and forefinger, and then released it to snap back against her hip.

“Hey! DON’T fucking touch me—”

This is what I’m talking about,” he admonished, as if she hadn’t spoken at all. “Young harlots like you with a complete lack of self-respect. Which tells everyone around you that they needn’t respect you either.”

She was squirming, but her position on the desk was too awkward to do anything. “Listen, guy, you’re making a mistake— OWWWWW!!!!” His firm hand connected again—this time with her ass sans the protection of the skirt. She continued kicking and struggling, but he held her down easily.

Stop it!!! Let me up—” This time, he nailed the other asscheek. As he drew back to spank her again, Kristi managed to get her hands down there to block him.

“Move your hands, missy,” he demanded.

“Let me go, you sick twisted fucker.   Now!” Kristi demanded. “HELP!!! HELP ME! HEL—” His hand left her back and clamped over her mouth, as he leaned over her and used some of his weight to hold her in place. “MMMMF!!! MMFFFF!!!!

“Shhh,” Mr. Smith hushed her. “The library is right above us. There are students trying to learn. The ones who didn’t cut class,” he emphasized.

“Now, it looks like you want to make this harder than it is,” Mr. Smith remarked. “First, let’s deal with your dress code violation, shall we?” He grabbed at the lacy material of her thong. With one swift, strong motion, he pulled. With a loud rending sound, it tore off of her…

Back to School

Back to School

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And now, for something cool and creative.

I was browsing the web and came across an article about “10 buried treasures you can actually find.” This one was #10. A multimillionaire archaeologist and author has buried a treasure chest full of gold and other valuables somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. One of his books also includes this map with a poem/riddle. According to him, the location of the treasure appears somewhere on the highlighted portion of this map, and the poem tells you how to find it. The trick seems to be to figure out the starting point.

According to the man, who is still alive, people have successfully solved the first parts of the riddle and found themselves in the right place, but not been able to follow the remaining parts (there are nine clues in the body of the poem.) He states that people have come within 500 feet of the treasure.

In analyzing these clues, and others he has dropped from time to time in media interviews, I initially was “sure” the treasure was in or near Glacier National Park in Montana. However, I no longer believe it’s in Montana, although it’s not ruled out.

Yet more insight into fascinating things to occupy my time when I should be writing.

a map to actual treasure

a map to actual treasure

tsu … no, it’s not a college. but is it an answer to our social media problems?

Many authors have begun playing with tsu.

A few bullets on this:
* Not a secure webpage. Note how many pages such as Facebook have SSL… that little lock that appears next to the URL, or at the bottom corner of the page, depending what browser you’re using. Also you’ll note that the URL doesn’t start with https.
* Appearance is a lot like Facebook, which will certainly appeal to people who don’t really like change (which would be the majority of, well, everyone.)
* There seems to be a sense of urgency to get over there and get things going, based upon rumors of Facebook changes in 2015 and how they will spell doom for authors. The fact is that we aren’t even sure how heavily these changes will affect us, if at all. For all we know, they might be aimed at huge businesses and ignore us entirely.
Don’t get me wrong. I despise FacebooKK and would love nothing more than to see it, and its second cousin Amazon, die a quick death. But the fact is that these entities are a significant part of what many independent authors do. We don’t want to put all of our eggs in one basket (as many have unfortunately done with FB and Amazon) but we also want to make sure not to put them in the wrong basket. A year or so ago, there was a somewhat large push for a new site called Now, it’s no more.

I also think the overall mindset needs to change somewhat. Rather than worrying about directing your readers and followers to Facebook, or tsu, or Google, focus on bringing them to YOUR site, then giving them the ability to read and interact via blogs and newsletters.


Sometimes, you've gotta play to lose.

Sometimes, you’ve gotta play to lose.

It’s time to explain the rules of tonight’s game.

The two of you kneel at attention–you, and the playmate we picked up from the bar.

I’m going to remove my pants. You’re going to grab Stacy by the hair, and lead her to me. Guide me into her throat. Grip her hair and her head tight and fuck me with her succulent mouth. The rougher the better. She’s allowed to use her hands on herself, but may not interfere in any way.

After thirty seconds, you will switch places. She’ll grab your lovely red hair and together she and I will fuck your face.

In another half minute, you’ll switch again. And again. And again.

She bites her lip with nervousness and excitement. “How long–”

“Until I cum,” I explain. “And if I cum in your mouth… you lose.”

A blush races across her chest, and your heartbeat quickens.

“What happens to the… um, the loser?” she wants to know.

Wordlessly I remove my belt, double it into a loop, then pop it in front of both of you.

Her eyes get wider and she trembles visibly. You quiver as well. You can still feel the dull sting on your thighs, courtesy of the same belt from earlier this evening when you took too long to get ready.


She exhales, giving a nervous smile as you take your place behind her. Her disadvantage, of course, is that you know exactly what I like, how I like it, when I like it.

Her advantage is that you usually play to lose.


Taboo Tuesday bloghop

An excerpt from Gallery

Left alone for hours at a time…

…at random intervals, we stimulate her…

…biting her nipples…

…a finger slipped inside her…

…the crack of a belt across her belly…

…nibbling on one of her toes…

…ice water poured on her breasts…

…a single feather, teasing her…

…a freeze pop suddenly violating her…

She cries, screams, begs… but it doesn’t change anything…

Sometimes she’s begging for it to stop…

…other times, for it to continue…

Taboo Tuesday

Taboo Tuesday bloghop

An excerpt from Road Trip (a dark erotic story from Crossroads)

… he pulled her by her hair and slammed her over the hood of the car as he fumbled with his belt. “Please…” Amanda squirmed on the hood. As he drew the belt back, she covered her exposed asscheeks with her hands.

“Move your hands. Put them on the hood, bitch.”

“Please, no,” she begged…

Craig’s hand slid up her thigh and found its way to her shaved pussy… he slid his finger inside her and began fucking her with it. “You dirty fucking whore. Make that married pussy cum all over my fingers… Afterward, I’m going to whip your ass for being a disobedient whore…”

Amanda bucked against Craig’s fingers, her hips seemingly having a mind of their own as her orgasm overtook her…

Release day…

It is release day for a short story collection I’ve put together. However, the Amazon version of my book is MIA. I submitted it Sunday, thinking it was plenty of time to make the release, but it’s still “In Review.” I could postpone the release date, but then Amazon could end up rejecting the book for any multitude of real or fabricated reasons, and I’ll have wasted more time.

I uploaded to Smashwords yesterday, and it took exactly four minutes for the book to be available in their library. (Although for some reason, I do seem to have the literary equivalent of a “green thumb” when it comes to getting through their sometimes frustrating autovetter process.)

This scenario is one of the reasons behind having an Erotic Authors Guild. Now, Amazon doesn’t care about erotic authors individually… a whole Guild of them, probably not all that much more. But, we do have the opportunity to educate others about the pros and cons of the different book publishing sites.

The Guild’s focus should not be “let’s boycott Amazon.” As a director, my personal stance and opinions are going to differ from other directors. Plus, it’s not in the interest of our authors as a whole at this time. But it is important that we educate one another, and those around us, about alternatives that are available.

Thus far this year, I’ve had a book pulled from the Amazon shelf for an entire week, because a known book pirate maliciously lied and claimed ownership of the cover art. A clueless Amazon representative even told me at one point that I needed to “reimburse” the pirate for my use of the cover art. In the same fiasco, they even suspended my ENTIRE Amazon bibliography for nearly a full day, forcing me to e-mail them a statement that I “agree not to post material which violates their polices” (which I had not done in the first place.) Next, I made a price change to another book, and that simple adjustment also took several days to go through. And now, a release deadline which was partially sabotaged by their process.

This is clearly not how a merchant should be treating its customers. I urge extreme caution to anyone who would write books for a living, and tie their livelihood to putting all of their eggs into such a basket. If we were treated like this by any other service provider in our lives–our cable provider, our physician, our auto mechanic, etc.–we’d likely discontinue use of their services on the spot.

So, I am going forward with the release of my book “Crossroads” on Smashwords. If Amazon removes its collective head from its posterior and gets the book up, fine. I’ll provide the link. If not, fine as well. Either way, I’ll still encourage my readers to support Smashwords which actually cares about its members.

If you haven’t checked out Smashwords, I highly recommend it. Besides the obvious attraction that they’re not Amazon, they have a decent interface and you can use Paypal. If there is a “learning curve” with actually getting the downloaded books onto your e-reader, I will be happy to help.

Thanks all, and happy reading…

Crossroads: a collection by Dylan Cross



Crossroads is the second story collection by Dylan Cross, one of the masters of the “edge erotica” genre. If you’re looking for a touchy-feely romantic storyline, this isn’t it.

In “Secretary’s Day,” a sexy but naive secretary gets “help” from her boss with her financial problems, but the payment plan may be more than she bargained for.

“Amanda’s Road Trip” follows the continuing tale of the hapless blackmailed housewife from “Amanda’s Descent”… as this time, her tormenter enjoys her in, on and around her car.

In “Closure,” Kevin and his ex-girlfriend’s breakup wasn’t exactly under the best of terms, but Sami is eager to do whatever it takes to set things straight. The fact that Kevin is now happily married won’t slow her down either…

These stories, plus several thrilling and chilling shorts, will make for a sizzling bedtime read!


Get the book today:

Visit Dylan’s official page to get your copy of Crossroads…

As a special bonus…

Crossroads includes the story Amanda’s Road Trip, which continues the misadventures of the hapless heroine from Amanda’s Descent…

Crossroads excerpt

About the author

Dylan Cross is an independent author of erotica. His titles include Fair Trade, Amanda’s Descent and Back to School. Cross is a former Marine and software developer, and is a founding member of the Erotic Authors Guild. He can also be found online at