To Kink or Not To Kink Guest Blog by Daisy Harris

To Kink or Not to Kink?

First off, I wanted to thank my hosts here at Guilty Pleasures for having me on the blog. Thanks, guys! I’m thrilled to be here.

On with the blog…

It’s hard to write an erotic romance without kink.

Actually, let me rephrase—it’s hard to write twenty or thirty erotic romances without kink. Believe me, I’ve tried. The reason is I’m a big fan of first-time stories and relatively innocent erotic romance. Stories can sizzle without bullwhips and blindfolds, as far as I’m concerned. However, there comes a time when innocence doesn’t cut it. After all, there are only so many sex acts and after a while, an author just wants to get her freak on, yanno?

So, I’m smack dab in the middle of writing a male-male college series, Men of Holsum College, and after book three I found my stories taking on a decidedly kinkier turn. It began in book 4 with Player and the Prude, and my repressed and dominating film major, Matt.

Matt was kinky, but mostly only in his mind. He wanted to do nasty, slutty, dirty things to Brooks, but spent most of the book dipping his toes into the waters of his sexuality.

In book 5, Bossy and the Brat, Cal and Tyler play games with orgasm denial and cock and ball torture. So…getting up there a little higher in the kink department. And book 6? Well, I don’t want to ruin it for anyone, but I will tell you that some extremely naughty things happen in the back of a limousine.

Still—I don’t want Holsum College to turn into a BDSM series. No, no, no! Holsum College is about sweetness, innocence and light!

Innocence and light!!!!!

Perhaps the biggest reason I can’t cross over into full-out kink is that, like most things I write, Holsum College is at its heart romantic comedy. And if there’s one thing I know about BDSM, it’s that it’s not all that sexy when you sprinkle in jokes.

So until I figure out how to write dark and gothic, my forays into kink are going to have to remain forays. I’ll leave the heavy-duty stuff to the professionals.

What do you think? Does erotic romance need kink to be sexy? Or can it be hot while staying on the vanilla side? Which kind of story do you prefer?

Comment for a chance to win a copy of my upcoming release, Bossy and the Brat, which comes out July 28th from Siren-Bookstrand.

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Bossy and the Brat Excerpt (Adult):

“But, I need you not to be with anyone else.” That much, Cal knew. He couldn’t think of Tyler as his—with sex or without—if Tyler was still hooking up with other guys.
“Um…yeah, I guess that’s okay.”
“If you don’t want to—”
“No.” Tyler pulled Cal’s hand protectively into the cradle of his own. “No, I want to. Just…we’ll be making out and stuff, right?” He rubbed his hands on his thighs, fidgeting in his seat as if he was hard all over again.
Cal bit his lip. He wasn’t much older than Tyler, but he felt like his sexual control was already miles ahead. If nothing else, he’d been raised with the idea that restraint was a cornerstone of life. That a man couldn’t be a man without it. But looking at Tyler with his low-slung jeans and his provocative haircut, Cal realized—Tyler didn’t understand about delayed gratification.
“No. We won’t be making out. Or stuff.” He watched, peeking to the seat next to him as he drove, gauging Tyler’s reaction. If Ty had slumped in disgust, Cal would have backed down in a minute. Tyler was too much of a temptation to avoid for long.
But Tyler didn’t lose interest. Instead, he wiggled in his seat, those fitful hands scrubbing all the more mercilessly on his thighs. “Aw, man,” he whined. But there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “I can’t wait that long.”
Oh, God. Cal felt his own cock filling. Just the idea of Tyler hot and hard and waiting for him made Cal crazy. But, used to containing his desires deep inside where no one could touch them, he let that warmth fill his belly. He absorbed Tyler’s attraction, drinking it like liquor. It made him so giddy he felt light-headed. “Yes, you can.” Cal touched Tyler’s thigh, feeling the jump of muscles underneath.
He squeezed, measuring the resistance. “You’ll wait all the way until September.”
“No.” Tyler shook his head, his eyes wide with something like fear. But it wasn’t just that—his gaze was bright and shining. Excited. “I can still jerk off, right?”
Cal rounded onto the street by the dorms and thought about it. He wasn’t in any position to tell Ty what to do. But he was having such fun watching Ty squirm. “How about this—you wait until I tell you it’s okay?”
Tyler licked his lips. He settled back into his seat. Cal wondered if Tyler noticed that he was cuffing Cal’s thumb and rubbing up and down. “Um…I guess. But how long?”
“I guess we’ll see.” Cal tried to sound disinterested as he pulled to a stop. He knew he wouldn’t be able to park anywhere near Cushman I, II and III, but he didn’t want Tyler to come for the ride as he wove in and out of neighborhood streets. “If you’re good, I’ll let you get off sooner.” He smiled at the indignant look on Tyler’s face. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever told Tyler “no.”
“What if I just go ahead and do it when I feel like it?” Tyler’s pointed chin jutted forward. It was the picture of rebellious indifference. But Tyler gave himself away with his searching eyes. He wanted this.
“Well, then I’ll be disappointed.” Cal watched the emotion play across Ty’s face.
Ty swallowed, but then looked away as if he was unhappy. So Cal added, “And I’ll have to punish you.”
“Hm?” Ty twisted his mouth into a small grin. Clearly, that was what he’d been wanting Cal to say. “And how would you do that?”
In that respect, Cal had no idea. He felt like he’d reached the end of his creativity. He’d played the stern master but had no idea what lovers did for punishment. He thought back to the few beatings he’d gotten as a kid. There was nothing sensual there. And though he knew full well that sadomasochism was a popular kink, even among students, he didn’t think he could ever be interested in hurting someone for pleasure. Not even if the receiver enjoyed it.
“I’ll have to think about that.” Cal gave his best answer. Mostly, he just wanted Ty thinking of him—whether he touched himself or not. Because Cal knew he’d be thinking of Ty with every waking breath. “But I promise you, it will be severe.”
Okay, now he was really pushing it, as Cal had no idea what he’d use to back up his threat. But the way Tyler batted his eyes and tilted his head was all the encouragement Cal needed. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach across and grab Tyler’s neck to drag him in for a kiss. But they were on campus, in the jagged line that delineated where they could be together and where they couldn’t. So Cal scorched him with his eyes, since he couldn’t with his lips. “You won’t touch yourself tonight, will you?”
Slowly, Ty shook his head. His eyes were wide and transfixed, his mouth slack and wet. Cal saw a hint of his semen on Ty’s chin from their blowjob earlier and it made his cock pulse.
“No, I promise.”

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Bossy and the Brat blurb:

Calvin Beaumont is supposed to marry Nicole. He’s a biology major, lab tech, and Resident Advisor—everything everyone expects him to be. There’s only one problem. He likes boys. In particular, a flirty, dance major who was a freshman on his hall.
It’s sizzling summer at Holsum College, and Tyler Burk isn’t a freshman anymore. When he notices his hardworking Resident Advisor has same-sex feelings, he goads, teases, and tempts Mr. Bossy into dating on the sly. Cal may not be out, but he’s domineeringly hot, and Tyler doesn’t mind keeping things quiet…for a while.

But Calvin has wanted Tyler all year, and their sexting and secret rendezvous soon blossom into something neither one of them can control. Can Cal control his secret, as well as his sexy little brat? Or will he be man enough to admit he’s not the man everyone thought he was?

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Bio:

Retired party girl, and Amazon Gay and Lesbian bestselling author, Daisy Har­ris spends most of her time writ­ing sexy romance and plot­ting the fall of West­ern civ­i­liza­tion. Her books can be found on Ama­zon, Nook, Bookstrand and wher­ever else fine erotic romance is sold.

Ms. Har­ris lives in Seat­tle, where she tor­tures her hus­band by mak­ing it rain. She enjoys watch­ing bridges cause traf­fic, watch­ing foot­ball games cause traf­fic, and blithely wear­ing wool socks with sandals.

She has two lit­tle girls who’ve chal­lenged Ms. Har­ris’ fem­i­nist ten­den­cies by insist­ing that pink clothes and high heels are appro­pri­ate for every occa­sion, includ­ing rock climb­ing and camp­ing trips. She patiently waits for the day when one or both of them declares them­selves veg­e­tar­ian, tomboy­ish, or in any way like her. Ms. Har­ris may be wait­ing a long time.

 

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