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Bristol Shelley is a practicing Domme located in the United States, honing her craft on willing submissives for the past decade. Though all the identifying details are imagined, the scenes Bristol paints with her words are fond memories she hopes will enflame you, dear reader, with the same passions they were originally committed with.
Dominance and submission is not a black and white line in Bristol’s world. She believes a person must understand both to serve the one they love. Gentle FemDom is her happy place, not only as an author, but as a practice. The combination of nurture and discipline is the perfect mix to incite countless pleasures and form the strong bonds her stories depict.
Whichever side of the / you find yourself on, dear reader, Bristol wishes you the best of fortunes and offers this advice:
1. Remember the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the hotel door
2. Never ‘play’ on a first meeting
3. Believe people when they show you who they are
4. Make it safe. Keep it sane. Consent is sexy and always 100% necessary.
What inspired you to write your book?
This is a retelling of an amazing meetup, all details change to protect the naughty, of course!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“How’s Nate?” Oliver inquires after Elana’s partner, opening one eye and looking up at her.
“Long gone,” she answers with a finality that warns him off asking a follow up question, lest it seem like prying.
It is his turn to nod in understanding now.
She tisks. “Hold still or suffer the lopsided consequences!” she chides with a giggle.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, his amused smirk growing.
“Mm, good boy.” She says, taking a step closer to him, he can feel her breasts on his back now, the towel pressed firmly between them and his back.
Again, and again she gathers his hair between her fingers and snips away with her tiny, shiny scissors. The crisp snips promise a shorter and cooler outcome when she is done.
“Thank you for this, by the way.” He says, eyes still squeezed shut as she tames his floof.
“My pleasure,” she says in his ear, making his hard cock start to throb.
He is now 100-percent certain she is flirting, which is a good and welcome thing.
“You’re unattached, then?” he asks, deciding not to mention Nate by name again.
“Mmmhmmm,” she draws out a hum of confirmation. “And you, I take it you’re seeing someone?”
“I am, but also free to, that is, we’re open.” Oliver stumbles a bit, not used to this part of talking to what he hopes is a prospective partner.
“I hear you through the wall sometimes, you know. I hear someone or I suppose several someones giving you some really good times.” She says matter-of-factly, no hint of shyness in her voice.
Oliver clears his throat, surprised and stalling, trying to process this new information. “Oh, yes. Very much so.” He smiles, deciding to follow Elana’s frank lead.
“It sounds really hot,” she giggles.
“Lean forward,” she says, pushing lightly on the crown of his far-less-floofy-now head.
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