Honey And Decadence: Guest Blog By Wendi Zwaduk

Today I’d like to welcome Wendi Zwaduk to the Naughty Corner. Wendi’s one of my fellow authors in the Totally Bound Whip It Up anthology, and a writer with an interesting take on sex and food…

I want to thank Elizabeth for having me here today. I’m glad to be in an anthology with you! The topic was so much fun to write about—sex and food.

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My characters, Roxy and Sean get into food play. Adding some sugar and spice is fun. These two take the idea to a new height. Sean’s having a birthday and he doesn’t want to spend it with anyone. If he had his way, he’d be spending it in quiet solitude. His best friend sees things differently. He knows there’s a special woman perfect for Sean’s needs. Enter Roxy. She has trained in the art of Nyotaimori , or the Japanese practice of serving sushi or sashimi on a female nude body. The difference is Sean doesn’t particularly care for raw fish. But he does like Roxy. She knows what she’s getting into when she agrees to play human dinner table for the birthday celebration. What she doesn’t realize is, Sean is her only diner.  Among the items for sampling are chocolates, including cake, whipped cream and honey.

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The moment Sean sees her, he’s transfixed. He’s always had a thing for Roxy. Having her play the serving role does something for him. He wanted more than a simple dinner with her. Roxy’s taken with him, too. Sean’s an enigma at the restaurant where she works as a regular server. He only comes in rarely and hardly ever speaks. Everyone seems to be afraid of him. Not her.

When I wrote these two, I strove to write simple but realistic people. You could know these two. Roxy has issues like any other woman and she’s not afraid to get her heart broken. Sean is complicated. He’s not one to show his emotions and invite someone into his life—especially someone into his bedroom. There had to be a connection. At first, I thought these two would simply eat the food and have sex. Nope. The food play was integral to their sexual play.

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I liked writing Roxy and Sean because they were different but like people I knew in real life. I hope you love these two as much as I do. I hope you enjoy their world, too. Thanks for reading and thanks to Elizabeth for having me.

Here’s a little bit more about my story, Honey and Decadence:

‘Honey and Decadence’ by Wendi Zwaduk

In the Whip It Up Anthology


Contemporary, M/F, Anal Sex, BDSM, Food Play, Fetish, Novella
All work and no play makes life boring…unless there’s a dollop of whipped cream and a studded paddle involved. Then it’s all fun.

Roxy loves her job at the Delight Tonight restaurant, but she longs for more. She’d rather find employment using her accounting skills. Her boss, Sean, has mentioned he’s interested in bringing her on as an accountant. Can she keep her wits about her or will she cave in to the blossoming feelings she has for him?

Sean doesn’t date his staff…ever. Except, Roxy makes him rethink his rules. She’s curvy, sexy and one of the few people he trusts. When he’s given the birthday surprise of his life, he knows he wants Roxy in every way.

Will getting her into his bed translate into a love to last forever, or a lust and chocolate-filled disaster?

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Talk about a great surprise. Sean picked up a second berry, then dragged it through the whipped cream. He licked the cream off the crimson strawberry but barely tasted the fruit. He focused his attention on the sight of Roxy, his fantasy girl, covered in food. Elias knew what Sean liked and how to come through in the clinch. Sean trailed his fingers down her leg. She shivered and stuffed her hands under her bottom. He couldn’t have imagined a better display for his birthday supper.

“So pretty.” He sat on the chair, then leaned over her and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips parted farther. The Nyotaimori girls weren’t supposed to react to the patrons—not in a traditional setting. But this, this was not traditional by a long shot. Sean dipped his finger in the whipped cream then drew a heart on her sternum.

Her cheeks flooded with colour and she whimpered.

“Talk to me, Roxy.” He dragged the other cherry in the fluffy white cream, then dangled it over her mouth. “First, take a bite.”

She curled her tongue around the cherry before pulling the fruit from the stem. Her brown eyes glittered and she moaned.

“So sexy.” He hooked his finger in the cake, then smeared frosting on her belly. The contrast of the perky blue frosting and her pale skin turned him on. He swiped his tongue through the sugary concoction, cleaning her up. His cock thickened and the blood rushed through his body. If they were in his bedroom, he’d do so much more with her. So much more.

“Don’t stop,” Roxy panted. She arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please?”

Oh hell yes, he’d take things further. He scooted to the head of the table and cupped her jaw in his hand. The sugary confection on his fingers smudged on her cheek. Time to tell her about their shared past and how much he wanted to give their future a try.

“You’re not wearing your red velvet mask.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then licked her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell, but I like you better without it.”

“You remembered,” she whispered.

“I couldn’t forget.” He kissed her again, this time taking total control of the connection. He tangled their tongues and learnt her taste. When she moaned, he slid one arm behind her neck. “I want to play with you. More than anything we could do at Push and so much hotter.”

Her chest heaved. “Play?” The corner of her mouth curled. “I’d love to be yours for the night.”

~ ~ ~

Here’s a little bit more about me:

I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance  all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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The Craziest Chocolates You’ll Ever Eat

Ever tried onion-flavoured chocolate? Or truffles with a lavender filling? No, I’m not making them up, and those are just for starters…

I’m a guest of the lovely Wendi Zwaduk, talking about some of the weirdest chocolates you can buy, and how they provided the inspiration for my BDSM-themed novella, More Than Vanilla, from the Total-e-bound Whip It Up collection.

Find out more at http://www.wendizwaduk.net/2013/10/whip-it-up-with-elizabeth-coldwell.html

And don’t forget, there’s still time to enter the competition to win a bundle of e-books from the Whip It Up authors – visit the Whip It Up And Win page at smutters.co.uk for all  the details.

A Whole New Use For Chocolate

Ever wondered what it might feel like to be coated in chocolate, then given a delicious massage? It sounds like it ought to be one of the scenarios in my story for the Whip It Up collection, Total-e-bound’s delicious new anthology that mixes tales of domination and submission with food play (two of my favourite subjects when it comes to erotic fiction). Actually, it was the experience I had at the Lush Spa in London, enjoying a much-needed pampering session. You can tell how much I needed this – the treatment, called The Comforter?, was bought for me as a Christmas present, and I’ve only just got round to enjoying it.

It certainly wasn’t like any other massage I’ve experienced before. The treatment room is snug and cosy, with stars twinkling on the ceiling and bubbles blowing, giving off a real Willy Wonka vibe that’s in keeping with the theme of the treatment. First, I was coated in a gooey, chocolate-scented exfoliating scrub, and when that had been removed with the aid of hot mittens, I was massaged using a rose serum. By the time the deliciously sensual treatment was over, I was so relaxed I was practically asleep on the massage table. As for the after-effects, well, my skin feels incredibly smooth and I smell like a bar of Turkish Delight…

whipitup_800Chocolate isn’t used in quite such an unusual way in More Than Vanilla, my Whip It Up story, but it plays a very big part in the story. Oliver Honeyman and his girlfriend (and long-term submissive), Nina Lee, are running a chocolate shop in York that’s in need of a makeover. They decide that what the business needs is a more adult flavour – from the décor to the range of chocolates on sale. Oliver drafts in Belgian chocolatier, Daniel Martens, to help create the new products, and in the process, Nina comes to discover that Daniel is just as dominant as Oliver. In this extract, Nina and Daniel are working in the chocolate workshop at the back of the shop, and with Oliver away, their relationship begins to take a more intimate turn:

In one of the big steel vats, white chocolate was being tempered—the process repeatedly heating and cooling the chocolate so that the finished product would have a glossy texture and melt smoothly in the mouth. Daniel was all about the ‘mouth feel’, Nina had discovered. He wanted the eating of chocolate to be a sensual act, one to be savoured and enjoyed.

The tempered chocolate was almost ready, at which point it would be poured into small, heart-shaped moulds. These shells would then be filled with a mixture of raspberry purée, framboise liqueur and whipped cream—or, as Daniel called it, slagroom. Nina had picked up a few Flemish words from him while they’d been working together, including a couple she didn’t think she could repeat in polite company.

“You know,” he said, as Nina went to put the bowl of raspberry-flavoured cream in the fridge, “there’s one thing we’ve never really discussed. And that’s how you and Oliver come to be master and servant as well as lovers.”

“You’re not really interested in that, are you?” Nina paused with her hand on the fridge door handle, aware she was blushing. Just the word ‘master’ on Daniel’s lips set her pussy fluttering. His interest in her had to be obvious to Oliver from the way he’d reacted to seeing her in the throes of submission, and to her surprise, he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, he’d been dropping heavy hints that, given the opportunity, he’d like to see her submit to the Belgian.

“But of course. Your relationship is obviously a very special one, and I think that Oliver is so lucky to have a partner like you, so submissive and obedient.”

Nina’s heart raced. She shouldn’t be so aroused by Daniel’s words, by the want in his gaze, by the knowledge that he’d seen her naked and writhing helplessly on Oliver’s knee as she was brought to orgasm. Yet she knew that if he ordered her to begin stripping, just as Oliver had done when they’d played their kinky game of ‘guess the flavour’, she would peel off every last stitch for him.

“I knew for a long time that something was missing in the relationships I’d had with other boyfriends,” she told him. “It was only when I met Oliver that I realised what that something was. Obeying his orders, letting him take control—it gives me the freedom to explore my desires to their limits. And now there’s no place I’d rather be than over his knee.”

“And very beautiful you look there, too.” Daniel might have continued if Nina, her hands sticky with sweat, hadn’t lost her grip on the stainless steel bowl and almost dropped it. Between them, they prevented it from crashing to the floor and spilling its contents, but in the process their faces and clothes were flecked with specks of the blush-tinted cream. Despite the gravity of the situation, Nina couldn’t help giggling. A blob of cream had landed on the end of Daniel’s nose, and he seemed oblivious to the fact as he made sure the bowl was safely stowed in the fridge. Only when he turned back to face her did he seem to realise what had happened.

“You think this is funny, do you?” he snapped, the sudden bark in his tone sending a fresh jolt of lust down to her pussy. Certain that he wasn’t as angry as he appeared to be, and that the sudden tension in the workshop stemmed from the conversation they’d been having before their near-disaster with the framboise cream, Nina bit back her giggles.

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

It had been the right thing to say. Glancing downwards, she was certain she saw the shadow of a bulge at the crotch of his dark trousers.

“You know how much it would cost to make another bowl of that slagroom? The time it would take to whip it up, the time we’d waste when we could be working on the filling for the champagne and peach truffles?” “It was an accident, Sir. I didn’t mean to—”

Still the cream adorned the end of Daniel’s long, straight nose. Nina yearned to reach out and wipe it away. With Oliver, that would surely have earned her a punishment. Would Daniel react in the same way, and why was it so important to her to discover whether he would?

To find out what happens next, pick up a copy of Whip It Up from Total-e-bound. The collection also contains stories by Wendi Zwaduk, Victoria Blisse, Ayla Ruse, Normandie Allemande and Caitlin Ricci, so you know you’re in for some sizzling submission and sweet treats.

If you want the chance to win a bundle of ebooks including my Total-e-bound BDSM novellas Neil and Obey and Away From It All, leave a comment here.

To have more chances to win lots of sexy books pop over to Smutters.co.uk and check out the Whip it Up and Win page. Visit each author’s blog and leave a comment before the 21st October. One comment per blog will be counted into the contest, so the more blogs you visit and comment on the better your chances to win!

Wow! Whip It Up Cover Reveal

Just received a really tasty cover that I had to share with you. Whip It Up is the anthology anyone who loves the combination of dominant men and good food has been waiting for – and this design sums the concept up perfectly:


My story in the collection, More Than Vanilla, combines chocolate and not one but two devilishly inventive dominants who devise all manner of delicious torments for a sweet-toothed submissive. The book will be available to pre-order from Total-e-bound in August – more details nearer the time. For now, just enjoy this very cute cook…