I loved dominating sexy latex-clad submissives, playing with them, forcing them to experience intense orgasms. This evening my sub was one of those gorgeous girls off the adult TV chat channels. She wanted me to take her to levels of pleasure she hadn’t known existed before our first session last week.But this time I had a surprise in store for her.

The penultimate day of my temping job at the office was brightened by the arrival of Kirsty. She needed to know everything about the accounts I’d been dealing with, but it was her body under the sexy clothes and stiletto heels that I was more interested in. Was she also into girls, like me? The party taking place on the following night was going to be the last time I saw her, and I decided I’d dress as sexily as possible to find out if she liked me as much as I liked her.An erotic ...

Coping With Postpartum Depressionand Anxiety isn't easy.I threw "everything including the kitchen sink" at these problems.I have written this comprehensive guide to the (often unexpected) tools I discovered along the way to help new mothers coping with postpartum depression and anxiety. I strongly recommends talking to your doctor as a first line of defense (and I even offer an easy script to follow for different situations!)This book features 5 helpful worksh...

After the airship we're travelling on is damaged by a storm Sir Percival and I find ourselves in Venice. I decide to make use of the unplanned stop to achieve two of my dreams - riding in a Gondola, and going to visit the Venice Preservation Society, where the machinery preventing Venice from sinking is located.But things don't go as planned as we soon discover that terror stalks the canals. The Men of the Cog, the group responsible for the death of Katherine, my lover, are using k...

The Court of Crows is not something you want to experience more than once.But you have no choice if they want something from you.You have no say about where they send you,or even when they send you.Do the job they give you and hope they bring you back.The townsfolk turn a blind-eye to a lesbian couple (and their flying cat) living on the outskirts, but we’re the first they call if there’s a monster that needs killing.Life would be fa...

My two favourite girls, the classy Lauren, and the tomboyish Josephine, obeyed my order to come to me, their domme. But neither knew the other had been invited.I made sure the eyeholes in their black latex hoods were covered so they didn't know who else was with them, and possibly watching, as I forced each of them to experience the heights of pleasure.

After arriving back in Britain from Venice Sir Percival and I are sent into hiding by the secret Government Department we work for. Rumours have reached them that our lives are in even more danger from the Men of the Cog after destroying their experimental cold-aether apparatus.The secret house we are sent to is located in a remote village in the midst of the Snowdonia mountains of North Wales. In this splendid isolation Sir Percival has been instructed to recreate from his memory ...

After the unfortunate destruction of a safe-house (and probably a village as well), high in the Snowdonia mountains, Sir Percival, Glenys, and I are in Rhyl, the Brighton of the North Wales coast. For the first time I can remember my bright pink hair is not a topic of conversation as Rhyl's inhabitants, both male and female, are undergoing a fad of sporting brightly coloured hair of their own. But underneath the sensuous skies and romantic gaslight of the town strange things are happening ...

A murderous attack at Queen Victoria's Annual Inventor's Exhibition is the latest in a series by the mysterious Mr Tok. Because of the danger posed to Her Majesty the Government is on high alert.The secret Department Sir Percival (connoisseur of Cossack Horserider Weekly) and I, Miss Alice Lovelady (seeker after Sapphic love), work for inform us we must forego further aetheric experimentation and put a stop to Mr Tok's homicidal activities.But, even with the aid of the dour...

Sent on the first available flight out of Britain to avoid questions concerning the destruction of a certain Russian airship, Sir Percival and I find ourselves in Egypt, the land of very large, very strange structures.Not having travelled overseas before I'm determined to enjoy the experience but find myself having visions of strange beings, females worshipping me, and my violent death.What do they mean? And what must I do to prevent my dream death from becoming reality?

Motherhood is as unifying as it is isolating. Poetry is a way of using language to reach across our limitations and find connections with each other, with each other's experiences, and to take solace. Poetry is a way of being together. So, even if you're alone in your house with a newborn, or if you're alone in your house with some screaming teenagers, you can find a quiet space and open this book and read stories of motherhood. The poems in this book are from the distant and not-so-distan...

Katherine, my lover, has disappeared. The only clue to her whereabouts is an empty envelope addressed to her at a town she's never mentioned.What is her connection with Mistress Velda's Emporium of the Arcane Arts, and the town of Southend-on-Sea? And why, before my search for her has even begun, does a stranger leave a note telling me to forget her?What danger will I find by following my heart?