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Pow! It’s Shibari Girl!

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If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, or even here, you can’t have missed the recent release of The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica, edited by Rose Caraway for Cleis Press. This jumbo anthology contains my story Pow! It’s Shibari Girl! and I think it’s one of the most fun stories I’ve written to date.

When I first read the Sexy Librarian’s call for submissions I was thrilled! Rose wanted fun, super-hot genre erotica – with a sprinkling of kink, bondage and role play thrown in. I knew instantly I needed a super heroine that would stand out from the crowd – so I created Shibari Girl! Unassuming college co-ed Mallory by day, rope-slinging supergirl by night, she’s an irresistible package with the potential for good-versus-evil tied up in some hot shibari scenes.

Shibari Girl! patrols the city by night with her trusty shibari ropes and ties up any villains she comes across. She fights for justice, on the side of good, dedicated to serving the citizens. But one day she’ll meet her match! When the notorious diamond thief Crabman takes a side swipe at Jimmy Jack’s Jewel Warehouse, the scene is set for the ultimate confrontation between good and bad – and there’s far more at stake for Shibari Girl! than twenty-two-and-a-half million dollars’ worth of rough diamonds…

19566715_sHere’s an excerpt:

“We had some good times, Mallory,” he says, and suddenly his mouth is on mine.

For a second I’m caught unawares by how good his kiss tastes, but then the superhero in me takes over. As I work my tongue into his mouth, I push back against him and hook one of my legs behind his knee. He goes down onto his back with a grunt, pulling me with him, but I’m sitting astride him now and I still hold the advantage.

“They were good times, Tobi, but you got greedy.”

I peel his Peachy Club T-shirt up his chest and he wriggles out of it. It’s evident he’s been putting in the hours in the gym and if circumstances were different… I lick my lips.

“I’ll split the diamonds with you, Mallory. We could get away somewhere secluded, just the two of us. Things could be like they were before.”

Am I tempted by his offer? Not until I flip him over and see the small tattoo of Shibari Girl! on the back of his shoulder. It looks fresh.

“You became Crabman to attract my attention?” I say.

“It was the only way. You usually look right through me. But now…”

He smells so good but then I remember the looks on Commissioner Thomas’ and the store manager’s faces.

“Tobi, you broke the law and you’re going down.”

I grab his arms and though he struggles I’m too quick for him. In six simple knots I have him trussed and naked in a classic Shibari tie. His wrists are bound to his ankles and a corset of rope work holds him in a fixed kneeling position. He grunts and struggles as I work on him but as my fingers run up and down his back and across his chest, the grunts turn to moans and I can’t help but notice his burgeoning erection.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispers.

The memories flood back: Tobi swinging in a rope cradle with my mouth on his cock or the two of us, bound hip to hip in pneumatic motion. I’m not supposed to be getting turned on but I am. My breath hitches and his cock twitches in response. I clip a D-ring into the nest of knots at the small of his back and winch him up off the floor.

“Come on, Mallory,” he moans. “For old time’s sake before you turn me in?”

I look at how the red ropes bite his tanned skin, knowing the marks will remain for days and suddenly I know I’ve got to have him. Commissioner Thomas and his denizens can wait. Tobi won’t be getting anything like this for a long time where he’s going and, for the sake of a shared past, I can lend him a couple of hours. I secure the main rope to an iron ring set in the wall and then I take half a dozen more ropes and work up a cradle around him. The result is that now Tobi is swinging gently, several feet above the floor, in an armchair position. He watches me intently as I work, but he doesn’t speak.

“Where are the diamonds?” I demand roughly, not wanting him to guess what’s coming his way.

 

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