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About the author:
La Drama Princess holds a B.S. in Business Administration from Jones College and a M.Ed. in Special Education from Grand Canyon University.
What inspired you to write your book?
The beginning of this book starts off within a previous book of mine, “Submit to The Dark Side: Stories to Explain the Stains”. “Swinging Submission” has always been a story dear to my heart. I wrote it from a place of love, but as a person who has a fascination with drama, I had to make it more than just love and sex. I wanted to write a story about a subject that many find taboo and make them realize they don’t know everything they think they do about swinging. After hearing from a several women who read “Swinging” when it was first introduced, I realized that the lead characters’ desires to submit, dominate, exhibit, and voyeur weren’t as usual as one would think. I started writing on “Swinging” again thinking I was going to wrap it into a novella. It ended up a full-fledged novel that I simply adore. I hope that anyone else who reads “Swinging Submission” can get something inspiring from it although it is a very erotic book. It’s a little bit deeper than that.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Somehow he got his dick deeper into my mouth. Increasingly, my tonsils became sore though I wanted another orgasm. The pain I didn’t care about, and he knew that. My saliva drenched his cock, the excess leaking everywhere, the floor, his legs. My asshole convulsed.
I came again.
A good, hard cock is what I need to sit on with my pussy, but there wasn’t an extra there with us. I’d left the next best one I had at my disposal at Walinda’s. I had to make do with what I had. I imagined myself riding Wayne while Josh did me just like he was doing. I wouldn’t change anything about the sex that night in the kitchen, except adding Wayne to make it my ultimate dream from in my head.
I could feel my butthole stretching and giving in to gravity. Another orgasm was coming, but I tried as hard as I could fend it off. I knew very well Josh wanted to cum with me. I was getting off too many times in the sex scene while he hadn’t released even once.
He spanked my ass like a rider whipping his filly for her to go faster, but I wasn’t even moving. He started to work faster in my mouth with his cock, his balls rapidly slapping the skin under my chin. I kept my mouth in an O shape, my cheeks concave as I caressed his dick with them as he fucked my mouth.
I held my orgasm, my pussy filling with an exorbitant amount of moisture. I imagined what it must look like under me. I closed my eyes and waited. I arched my back deeper to make my ass poke out further, my rectum opening further.
Josh was still using his four fingers to do me in my butt. It was noisy like a set of juicy, wet lips mashing together morsels of a delicate dinner. I kept holding my nut. My lips were going numb. He kept stroking my mouth, his tight body meeting my face, my eyes still wide open, like he desired.
I kept imagining the wetness coming out of me: my pussy juice, the lube, the juices from his mouth. It felt like a glaze on the area of my cheeks around my hole. He fucked it harder, faster, and slower. Just a little, I opened my legs wider again. I was quiet. Webcam Girl was the only one making vocal sounds. It was quiet except for that in my kitchen, except for her and those vulgar sounds of my asshole getting worked.
And then, Josh let out a screeching roar of pent up rapturous jubilation.
He pushed into my ass to the hilt and held it. He pushed into my mouth and drove his dick down my throat, my mid-body scrunched into a bent coil towards the floor.
Then he released in my mouth.
My pussy opened up like wide-mouth fish. My cum rushed out in squirts.
I could feel tingling all over. My nipples hardened more.
I stayed in my position. I waited for orders of what to do next.
“Get up and go to the bathroom and wait for me,” he told me, slipping his fingers out of me.
I got up, my hand on my knee for balance as I rose. I walked to the back of the house, afterward my heels and Webcam Girl still the only things making a sound in our house. I got to the bathroom and started to close the door. That’s when I heard Josh speaking.
“Tomorrow at 10:30 at her office.” He was on the phone.
I pressed the door closed and ran a tub of hot water, heaping in a flower scented bubble bath. When it was ready, I drowned my limbs and waited for Josh to come in and take care of the rest. Before closing my eyes, my black, chubby dildo was the last thing I looked at…