Anyway, brave lady that she is, Tamsin chose to include a snippet from an unpublished story of mine, Dark, in her line-up. Centred around erotic humiliation, it’s a tale I’ve had kicking about on my hard drive for a while now (I’m hoping to find a home for it in an anthology and am thus holding onto the full version with a death grip) but, as we head towards Valentine’s Day, I thought you were all deserving of a smutty little morsel to get you past the cheesy hearts and flowers currently coming at us from all sides. And it’s been a while since I posted some of my own stuff on Chintz.

I hope you enjoy this little taster of Dark; I’ll let you know if and when it finds a place beyond my laptop so that you can read it in its entirety.

Jane
xxx

PS – Tamsin’s up to yet more mischief with Superotica Valentine posts; she’s currently on Day 9, so hurry on over and catch your smutty selves up!

DARK

‘Give me a number.’

It takes me a moment to work out what you mean. My normally agile brain is completely sodden, struck dumb beneath a chaotic waterfall of thoughts.

You want to know if I’m okay. To gauge if this – whatever this is – is too much.

My lips part, a number that I know will bring everything to a halt perched like fluttering bird on the tip of my tongue. But then I press them together again, caging it in. Forcing myself to think before I let it fly free.

Am I scared?

Yes. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. And like most sane people, I fear the unknown. This you, the you that’s managed to surprise me, is someone I’ve not met before. At least, not in a way that’s made such an impression. I think he frightens me a little. But … I’m not entirely sure I dislike the feeling. Really, it all comes down to whether I trust you. Whether I believe you’ll stop whatever it is you’re doing if it transcends beyond what I can bear. Do I believe that?

That answer is easy.

Yes. Absolutely.

So what is the number, then? I’m not hurting. I know you’re here with me, even if I can’t touch you. But I am further from my comfort zone than I can remember being for some time. Amazing, the games your mind can play with you.

Think, think …

A different bird flies free of my mouth, ghosting across the air between us.

‘Six,’ I hear myself croak. ‘Six.’

‘Hmmph.’ A satisfied grunt. Has my answer pleased you? Was it what you were expecting? I can’t see your face, so I have no idea.

‘Position her, please.’

What?! What do you mean ‘position me’? Who are you talking to?

Even as I ask myself these questions, prepare to voice them to you aloud, hands, firm but gentle, wrap around my upper arms and press into the curve beneath my bottom, pulling me backwards and down. I yelp in fright and kick my legs in panic – partly because the hands are not yours and partly because I don’t want to fall – but then I feel something firm meet my upper thighs and I steady. It feels like the hard edge of table. I’m dragged backwards over its surface until the backs of my knees hit the edge, and then someone cups the back of my head before pressing their palm against my sternum.

The unspoken command is unmistakable. Lie down.

I do.

The clinical detachment in your voice as you instruct an unknown someone to raise my dress and lift me feet onto the table is mortifying. Yet even as I feel fingers circling first my left ankle, then my right, the skin of my soles pressing into the smooth wood, I feel something else.

Humiliation. And it is making me wet.

Worse, exposed in this way, my legs crooked and spread, I know you can see that shameful truth. As can whoever else is with you.

A laugh. Not yours. ‘Quite the little whore, isn’t she?’

Oh, god. My skin tightens and burns with embarrassment, even as a sly feeling of pleasure at the base assessment spreads insidiously through my chest.

There is a smile in your voice as you answer, ‘Yes. She is.’

‘Pretty cunt, too.’ Another man’s voice this time, casually observant, as if he were discussing nothing more interesting than the weather.

‘It is a rather lovely pink. Especially when it’s wet like this.’

The rattle of ice in a glass, as if someone has tipped a drink to their lips.

‘Perhaps you’d like a closer look?’

‘Please.’

The burn of embarrassment turns into a prickling inferno. I suspect I know what you’re going to say next.

………………..

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Image: Origami Love Hearts by Gnomes (own work)

It’s Valentine’s Day. And you know what that means, don’t you?

Chocolate?

No.

Flowers?

No.

Schmultzy cards?

No! It means I can announce the winner of the Madame Liberty Pleasure State lingerie giveaway! And the name of the lucky person?

(drumroll)

RYLAND C.

Yay! Congratulations! I’ll be in touch via email within the next day to sort sizing and delivery.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to enter (I particularly enjoyed reading all the amusing messages asking for the girl to be included in the giveaway :-)) and, of course, to Madame Liberty for providing such a lovely prize.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. x

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How could I not do a Valentine’s shot this week?

This pic is of the Evolved Silicone Bendable Rose Vibrator, which the very lovely Donna from Vibrator Kingdom sent me as a Valentine’s gift. (Donna, you rock. x) I’m so, so tempted to leave it in the vase for a day or two and see if anyone works out what it is …

A little game to end. Can anyone can tell me (without using Google or any other search engine!) the name of the author responsible for the quote ‘A rose is a rose is a rose’? The prize? Bragging rights and general kudos. And I promise to bow (virtually) to you. If you can name the book, too? I will actually prostrate myself.

Consider the gauntlet thrown down!

Who else is playing Toy with me Tuesday this week? Click here to find out.

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Every girl needs some pretty underwear. Even if no one else sees the lacy delights beneath your clothes, wearing a beautiful bra or a pair of knockout knickers just makes you feel that much more confident and sexy. (Well, it does me, anyway. Especially when, on the outside, I look as if I’ve been dragged through a bush backwards after chasing two small, devious children around.) And if you do have someone to show them off to? All the better.

So, to celebrate Valentine’s Day (it’s a week today, in case you’ve forgotten), the team over at Madame Liberty have given me a set of very sexy and beautiful lingerie from their Pleasure State range to bestow upon one lucky Behind the Chintz Curtain visitor.

And here are the two delicious pieces you could win:

Pleasure State – Spice Bazaar Bra

Pleasure State – Spice Bazaar Thong

(Just to be clear, only the lingerie is included in this giveaway. If you’ve got your eye on the model, the Persian rug or the papaya in the post title image, you’re out of luck.)

This competition is open to EVERYONE, no matter where you live, as Madame Liberty will ship worldwide. (Aren’t they nice?) All you have to do is email me and put ‘ML Competition’ in the subject line. Don’t forget to include your name in the message so that I can identify you.

I’ll be picking the winner next Thursday (that’s 14 February) at 12.00pm GMT.

Good luck!

*PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS GIVEAWAY HAS NOW ENDED.

Madame Liberty
Web: www.madameliberty.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/MadameLiberty
Twitter: @Liberty_Madame

*Behind the Chintz Curtain is not being compensated for this giveaway.

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Image: Evolved Bendable Silicone Rose Vibrator, courtesy of Vibrator Kingdom

A Hallmark card with a schmaltzy message. Flowers. Chocolate. Jewellery.

Yawn.

I’m in two minds about Valentine’s Day. On the one hand, I think it’s great to tell and show your partner that you love and appreciate them. On the other, I’m not that keen on being railroaded into buying a load of sentimental tat for a day that has, over the years, become less about romance and more about commerce.

The numbers are staggering. According to History.com, men, on average, open their wallets to the tune of USD $150.00. Women? USD $75.00. The amount of chocolate sold? 58 million pounds worth. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Take a look at this Valentine’s Day by the numbers meme they put together.

What a long, long way from Lupercalia – the Roman pagan festival many believe to be the origin of the modern Valentine’s Day celebrations – we’ve come. No blatant nudity or gentle flogging with thongs these days (more’s the pity). Just lots of cardboard, slowly wilting vegetation, sugar, and hearts on chains.

My proposal for this Valentine’s Day? Don’t go crazy on the cash. Keep the fun, sex, and debauchery of the original Lupercalian festival (sans the animal sacrifices) front and centre.

No idea where to begin looking for a lusty present? Some ‘starters for ten’ …

An alternative to red roses …

Evolved Bendable Silicone Rose Vibrator (see image above)
Price: £24.99
From: Vibrator Kingdom

Induces orgasms and doesn’t need watering or throwing out after a week. Now that’s a flower I’d like to receive …

One for the historians …

Luxury Suede Flogger Whip
Price: £21.99
From: Bondara

In keeping with the Lupercalian festival tradition of gently flogging your woman … (And it’s red! So it’s on-theme!)

Image: Luxury Suede Flogger Whip, courtesy of Bondara

For romantics and role-players …

I am Mr Darcy t-shirt
Price: £25.00
From: The Jane Austen Centre

‘In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed – you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’

– Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen.

My, God, but I love Mr Darcy. I think it’s the breeches. And maybe the riding crop …

An alternative to a heart …

Rocks-Off ‘The Lick’ silicone vibrator
Price: £19.99 (approx.)
From: Adult Sensations (Canada) | Amazon.com | Lovehoney U.K. | Rock-Chick

We all know that hearts say ‘I love you’, but I would assert that tongues do, too – both literally and figuratively!

Image: Rocks-Off ‘The Lick’ silicone vibrator, courtesy of Rocks-Off

For lovers of jewellery …

njoy Pure Medium Stainless Steel Butt Plug
Price: £37.00 – £70.00 (depending on retailer)
From: Amazon.com | Lovehoney

Necklaces, rings and bracelets … Boring. Go below the waist and decorate a loved one’s bottom with this gorgeous stainless steel njoy plug. It even comes in a jewellery box – how perfect is that? (I haven’t tried one of these myself but know others who have and they rave about their weight and design.)

For word worms …

Goolnick Erotic Fridge Magnet Poetry Set
Price: £12.85
From: Amazon.co.uk | Amazon.com

Magnetic dirty talk. Bawdy poems. Lascivious lists. Deviant instructions. So many possibilities … How nice would it be to come home and find a a mischievous message or dirty ditty on the fridge? (Provided you don’t have small people around who can read, of course!)

However you choose to celebrate Valentine’s Day, don’t forget to tell your other half-that you love them. In the words of one of my all-time favourite erotica writers, Anaïs Nin:

‘Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.’

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