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FREE BOOK! Due to a glitch at Amazon, last Friday’s offering, Holes, was not released. So, this Friday, “Serious Moonlight 11: Holes” will be available free for 5 days. After thhat the short story will stilll be available at its everyday price of 99 cents.

An excerpt:

“Control.

She had never lent total control to someone else.

Her therapist had called it transgressive behavior. She said it was a defense mechanism, a coping technique, that she was crossing traditional sexual boundaries to sublimate something that had bifurcated her life into a before and an after.

The look on her therapist’s face gave away her veiled distaste. The therapist didn’t understand how life-affirming it was. How beautiful it felt. How complete it left her.”

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from Holes

11c-SeriousMoonlight-holes-smEverything they could think of to say, they said, and everything they said, they did. Plus much more. Whatever occurred to them. No rules. No limits. Their sex got rougher. Spanking. Biting. Scratching. Choking. Hair pulling. Sometimes it hurt, but the sensation did not really register as pain. They created a world together where pain was transmuted into something else. Something approaching comfort. It was like alchemy.

His commands got harsher. He called her a slut, a whore. He called her his slut, his whore. He demanded she do as he said. He took her. He used her.

They repurposed laundry line ropes. They found interesting new uses for duct tape. They bought a collar and a leash. They decided on a safe word.

She had never been with a man who talked like that, or fucked like that. She had never tried bondage that went beyond mere playful experimentation. She had never been excited by that kind of thing before. She had never given herself so fully to a man before.

Control. She had never lent total control to someone else.

Her therapist had called it transgressive behavior. She said it was a defense mechanism, a coping technique, that she was crossing traditional sexual boundaries to sublimate the thing that had bifurcated her life into a before and an after.

The look on her therapist’s face gave away her veiled distaste. The therapist didn’t understand how life-affirming it was. How beautiful it felt. How complete it left her.

– from Holes, by J G Cain

Serious Moonlight 10: Sexhair

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Serious Moonlight 10: Sexhair

He reached out and held her hand to reassure her. As he did his eyes explored the thick tufts and unruly curls of her hair. He imaged the furrows between the whorls of hair as rows plowed by his fingers the night before, when he grabbed her hair in his fist and roughly bent her head back, taking control. Her eyes grew wide and guileless when he did so, her mouth lax and rubbery, a mythic princess falling under a spell.

Sexhair

10c-SeriousMoonlight-sexhair-smFrom this Friday’s release, Sexhair:

The waitress came back to take their orders. Her eyes took in the woman’s hair a second time, and she took less care in hiding her smile. He told the waitress they needed more time.
“Sexhair,” he said, after the waitress left.
“Huh?”
“The waitress. She was checking out your sexhair.”
“I have sexhair?” Her expression was a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
“Yeah, it’s all disheveled, like you just got out of bed.”
“I did just get out of bed.”
“It doesn’t just look like it’s been slept on. It looks like it’s been pulled out of shape. Grabbed in a fist. It’s sort of, like, dented on one side.”
“She knows?” asked the woman. “That we’ve been fucking?”
“She knows. I could see it in her smile.”
The woman’s hands shot up to attempt to fix her hair, though she gave up soon after she started, recognizing the task as hopeless. A loopy grin fell across her face, seeing the lust gather in his eyes.
“Do I look slutty?” she asked.
“You look hot.”
“Is that the same as slutty?”
“It’s not dissimilar,” he said, his grin spreading.

Mindful

9c-SeriousMoonlight-mindful-smFrom this Friday’s Serious Moonlight: Mindful.

“He stood. As he walked around the far corners of the bed toward her he began to take off his belt, slipping it through the loops one by one.

Her back was to him when he reached her. Playfully he slapped her ass with it. She gasped. She turned her head to look at him, over her shoulder. She was smiling, but something crouched behind the smile.

Her fingers were outstretched toward her last piece of jewelry, the single shimmering diamond mounted at the end of a strand of silver, left dangling from her ear. It seemed important he not let her finish taking it off.

“Bend over,” he said.

Her hand froze.”

– from J G Cain’s Mindful

Serious Moonlight 8: Buttons

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His shirt held the smell of him. She pulled it from the closet and wrapped herself in it, remembering his touch.

Every Friday for the next year, Serious Moonlight will release a new erotic flash fiction story. These stories are glimpses into the life of a man and a woman who are curious, creative, sexually adventurous and deeply in love.

The Serious Moonlight stories push hardcore BDSM up against loving tenderness. They make no distinction between what is dirty and what is sweet, what is brutal and what is gentle, what is play and what is real, what is love and what is lust. Hot, playful, subversive, humorous, kinky, sex-positive and literate: it’s all in the mix.

from Buttons

8c-SeriousMoonlight-buttons-smAn excerpt from this Friday’s uncharacteristically melancholy release:

He had left the shirt behind because of the missing buttons. One of their first nights together she had straddled him, loosed his tie, and then ripped his shirt open, the buttons popping off as she bit his chest. He rolled over on top of her, quickly peeling off his shirt as she watched with glee, the buttons scattering into the dark corners of her room, never to be found. She had looked, many times.

It became a joke between them, how she was going to sew the buttons back on one day. She was a horrible seamstress.

And the buttons were long gone.