I have a first time visitor to my bog today- let me introduce you to the erotic novels of Everett Bedford- past, present and future.
Over to you Everett…
Alaya’s Assignments — Finely tuned erotica, mystery and sexual adventure combine in a novel with stunning scenes of female submission that include sadomasochism, Japanese bondage, torture, suspension, lots of sex, punishment, collars, rope, riding crops and breath-play.
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Properly Whipped — Readers can expect the unexpected as this fast-paced, exquisitely written tale of S&M erotica, comes to its stunning conclusion . Graphic content is far-reaching and includes, bondage, whipping, needles, electric play, collars, gags, SM clubs, public exhibitions, kicking, punching, hot wax and much more! / Pink Flamingo Press
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Island Bound — Lustful scenes of oral and anal sex, performed by wonderfully trained submissive women, set the scene for this wild story of intrigue. Included: oral sex, anal sex, bondage, knives, sexual ceremonies, hallelujah holes, sex clubs, survival sex. / Pink Flamingo Press
I’m working on the fourth, Rapt In Silk (Chaos to the Fly).
Here’s an excerpt:
…Halstead had once shown off for a trio of giggly girl cousins. It was in the pine
trees that filled in the south section of his grandparents land outside Hardy, in
Wessex. Toward evening, their game of tag had waned and the eldest cousin,
Vicky, a dirtyminded girl, gathered a small huddle to discuss such daring things
as breasts and penises.
Just using the words then thrilled them all, and a few younger or more
prudish cousins left at once, no doubt scandalized or hearing admonitions from
their parents against listening to such corruption. Halstead was fascinated.
As she spoke aloud such forbidden words as “boobs” and “nipples” she
fondled her own breasts. Halstead wanted to help her, to feel what they were
like. He’d already touched, even savored his mother’s breasts as she slept, and
those of aunts and even his paternal grandmother’s as if by accident, but he
longed to do as Vicky was doing, to massage and caress them, to feel that
nipple harden on one’s palm.
When it was down to Vicky, two younger female cousins, and Halstead,
“Little Jimmy” as Vicky kept calling him, he grew bold enough to ask questions.
Many were senseless but all were intended to goad her on, to elicit more details.
She had gotten to penis lore now, and spoke of how boys had things
that got all stiff and big, like nipples, only stuff came out, white but not milk.
Glances slipped toward Halstead. He found the looks stimulating and grew
hard.
“Ask little Jimmy if you don’t believe me,” Vicky said, a dare and a hint
of mockery in her tone.
He blinked, then blushed. The girls stared.
“Or maybe little Jimmy doesn’t have one.”
He smiled. “Oh yes I do.”
“Prove it.” Vicky’s taunt had a breathless quality.
The other locked their gazes on him with a look of strained fascination.
They looked hypnotized.
He reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, then unzipped his fly.
He slid underwear and pants to his ankles and let his erection stand proud,
feeling a tingle when one of the younger girls gasped. He saw a gleam in
Vicky’s eyes and watched her swallow hard, a sensation of control coming over
him.
Reaching down, he grasped his shaft and gave it a few slow strokes.
“You can touch it if you want,” he said, letting go and stepping closer.
The younger girls backed away but Vicky stepped to him and reached
for it. Her fingers were cold. They trembled. They touched the top of his shaft,
then gripped it lightly. She gave an experimental tug. “Like that?” Her voice
failed her and the question came out as a gasped whisper.
“Here. Watch.” He began by squeezing the tip, then sliding his
fingertips up and down along the seminal canal. He caressed his scrotum a few
times and loved how his cock throbbed bigger.
“Can I try?” Vicky reached again.
Her hands, still cold, felt interestingly different. She was clumsy but the
fact that it was her doing it stimulated him. He began to feel the deep tingle that
told him he would spurt soon, and he sighed. A dollop of seminal fluid
appeared, a clear pearl magically there.
She jumped as if shot.
This response made him reach down and finish with a flourish that sent
semen flying. Some of it splattered the edge of one of the younger cousin’s
plaid skirt and fell onto her white sock, most flew to land in pine needles at
Vicky’s feet.
Her eyes went wide and glistened as she licked her lips. She gazed
down at the clot of night at her feet, then stooped to get a better look at what
Halstead had offered her. She reached out, touched the glob of semen, and
raised a finger to her lips. Her tongue came out. She tasted his semen. “Like
mine,” she muttered, wobbling on her haunches before standing up again.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do more but knew he could not
do anything just then. It was all right, though.
James Martin Halstead was not called Little Jimmy by Vicky or any
other cousin after that night. He enjoyed his orgasm but the deep throb of being
in command, of the power exchange between himself and his older cousin is
what galvanized him. The knowledge that he was masterful never left him…
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Just a taste to whet the appetite.
In the excerpt we glimpse a formative encounter that set James Martin
Halstead, protagonist of my work, a guy I know well, on his path of power
exchange and discipline. Ah, but that book is not yet written, so we’ll
have to wait a bit for more of that particular story.
My first work of D/s erotica came at the request of a British friend, the
writer Dorothy Davies, editor at Olympia Press. I wrote a novella about
my friend James Martin Halstead, “Trained and Tamed”, that became
parts of Alaya’s Assignments and Properly Whipped once I brought my
stories of Halstead and his submissives to Pink Flamingo Press
Stateside.
There is much to tell about him, his exploits and experiences, and his
many subs, the best trained in the world, who often have interesting
adventures of their own.
Meanwhile, the most recently released, Island Bound, tells of Halstead’s
visit to the tropical island of Nuan, where his estate is nearly lost during a
coup attempt involving not only an ambitious general but a cult of sadists
determined to use Halstead’s submissive’s as sacrifices to their warped
cause.
Here’s the synopsis:
Island Bound finds James Martin Halstead, bookseller and trainer of
the best submissives on the planet, on his tropical island estate during an
attempted coup. On the voyeuristic isle of Nuan, sex is D/s and exotic wide
ranging in style, place, and circumstance.
The book opens with a focus on Laura, Halstead’s finest. Their
relationship, and her pedigree, combine to make her unique among his
submissives. On a special day, looming soon, he will take her virginity in a
local, very public ceremony: The Beheading.
That is a sex scene with a LOT going on.
Next we meet Crieger, a local crime boss and leader of a cult that
abuses women. He has come to Halstead seeking a submissive he can use in
a darker ritual, one involving sacrifice. Halstead gives him a free sample but is
suspicious and refuses to deal with him.
This angers Crieger, who vows revenge.
Piet Hielen, Halstead’s security chief, is way ahead of his boss
regarding Crieger’s twisted plans. Halstead is distracted from such things,
however, by news from London of a possible move against him by a rival.
Then a coup sweeps the island, and the Respite estate, into chaos.
Anya, a local girl being trained, confronts Halstead, who is alarmed to
find his security team away from the estate when they’re needed most. She
renders him unconscious using sex and local drugs, allowing her to steal the
other submissives from the estate.
Crieger, in a bold move, grabs and binds Laura, then abuses her on the
drive back to his nightclub. He views her as Halstead’s Scarlet Woman and
plans to use her in a ritual to gain him priestly power over the cult. He likes to
penetrate, using knives…
Readers get a glimpse of the island’s high and low life, from D/s at the
estate and a royal palace to gritty favors traded at a seedy nightclub, in sex
clubs, and even survival sex on the docks, where submissives have only their
bodies and their wits to keep them alive among thugs and worse.
There are scenes of elegant pleasures and down and dirty exploitative
gruntingly sweaty fucking; textures contrast and compliment throughout.
Dark/light, rough/smooth, harsh/soothing, brutal/uplifting.
At one point Laura is given to General Ang to be broken; how she
handles him, even as she suffers his grotesque attentions, hints at her inner
character even as it gives the general the orgasm of his life.
As the coup’s effects ripple through Nuan’s society, espionage and
intrigue deepen and we meet with Halstead’s driver, various submissives, and
even the local royalty. The sex is frequent and intense, and the exotic locale
fulfils fantasies of wealth, power, and dominance few dare admit.
Island Bound provides the perfect mental vacation for readers who
want dominance, submission, and the exotic mixed into a compelling story of
power grabs and cool moves. It is a getaway that keeps coming back to stir
you, especially you know where…
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Sound like your cup of Earl Grey? Please give it a try and find out what
so many other readers already know about James Martin Halstead’s
amazing world of dominance, submission, and sexual adventure. Who
knows, it may inspire you to start making it your world, too.
— Everett Bedford
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Happy reading everyone, Kay xx
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