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Hi everybody,

In this topic I will keep you updated on the books we're publishing. As I wrote before in the introduction topic of this forum, my husband and I write these kinky stories and novellas together. While I do most of the writing, many ideas are his. This forum too is a great inspiration for us. Every book we have published so far contains mixed wrestling scenes. We look at videos here to see how certain moves work and also get a lot of inspiration from the book covers posted in the Art-section. Especially the book we published this week, The Perverted Double Life of Barnaby Simpson, is shaped along the lines of those fantasy comics.

So here I will post updates and excerpts from our books. If you're interested, our books can be found on Amazon. This is our author's page:
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Sounds interesting! What kinds of mixed wrestling situation do you portray? It's more competitive/realistic or pure fetish/domination?
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Slave Market - The Perverted World of Barnaby Simpson series


This long story (61 pages) is about a shy bookstore owner who learns how to travel out of his body. Unprepared as he is though, he finds himself in a dimension where women rule. Writing this story we felt very inspired by the great book covers in the Art-section of this forum. Just looking at them we imagined what the comics could be about and how we would write the stories instead of draw them. We hope to write many more Barnaby Simpson books, as the possibilities are endless in the world the poor man ended up in. We also welcome ideas for these books. It would be fun for us to include scenes or fetishes that we would never have thought of ourselves.

By the way, the main adversaries of Barnaby Simpson in this first book are two powerful, mature women (like the Namio Harukara women, curvy and taller than the men) and two malicious twins.


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... for the first time since this adventure began, he felt apprehensive. A nervous feeling in his stomach. What could happen though? And what was the alternative? Go back to his chair by the wood stove? No, he could always go back later. Now he wanted to see what was behind the door. He placed a hand on the heavy wood and tried to slide through it. With this door it didn’t work though. He tried it the old-fashioned way, grabbed the iron handle and pressed it down. That did work. He pushed and slowly the door opened. On the other side shone a light that was so bright that it blinded him. He stepped forward and within seconds he felt surrounded, no, absorbed, by the light. The church disappeared, there was just light and then everything began to spin and he lost control. For a moment he thought he was dying, but then he sensed that somehow his surroundings had stabilized again. He opened his eyes and realized he was in a world that was completely different from his own.

It was hot here. Hot and humid as if he were in the jungle. He wasn’t though, at least not as far as he could tell. He was looking at the façade of a big, white house. It had several balconies and a slanted roof. A black horse was tied to an iron fence. The sky above the house was the kind of blue that he had never seen in England. More intense, because the sunlight was so much brighter here. Here too it had recently rained though, because when he took a closer look at the horse he saw that it was standing with its hooves in the mud. There was no pavement here, no asphalt either. Just mud, everywhere around him. He moved his feet and felt that he too was standing ankle deep in it. He lowered his head to see why he wasn’t wearing any shoes. What he saw though made his heart skip a beat. He was not only barefoot, he was completely naked and God, that itself was unnerving enough, but the real shocker was that his penis was hard and pointing upwards at the clear blue sky. He couldn’t believe it and desperately tried to cover himself, but that’s when he realized that he wasn’t free to move. His arms were chained to the wall behind him. They were spread wide, as if he were crucified. Now he also saw that he wasn’t alone here. Both to his left and to his right were other men, all chained to the wall just like him and all naked. He looked down again, at his penis that was hard even though there was no apparent stimulation anywhere. Oh, the embarrassment to find himself in this situation! He, Barry Simpson, who had only once gone to second base with a girl, who had buried himself under thousands of books, was now chained to a wall in public, butt naked and with an erection.
‘Chin up, Barnaby Simpson,’ a woman’s voice said.
He raised his head in alarm and looked into the blue eyes of a woman who was towering above him. She was at least a head taller than he was and looked intimidating as hell, not in the least because of the riding crop in her hand. It was also the way she was dressed though. She was wearing beige jodhpurs, leather riding boots and a tight white top that made her breasts look enormous. Her hair was blonde and thick and fell all the way down over her shoulders. She had a beautiful face too, with full lips, white teeth and strong features. Because she was so much taller than he was, his eyes were at the same height as her breasts and once they focused on her cleavage he found that he couldn’t take them away from there. It was the strangest sensation. He was a decent man and would never stare at a woman’s breasts, but now he simply had no choice. The force emanating from her cleavage was magnetic and overpowering. He was sucked into it as if he were falling into another hole. All in all it was extremely disturbing, because his free will and sense of personality were quickly fading away. In his mind he scrambled, desperately trying to pull himself together. He needed to get out of here and wake up now. He tried to close his eyes and break the spell of her cleavage, but to no avail. He couldn’t even blink or move his head. Next he pulled at the chains around his wrists, but the same thing there.
‘Don’t bother,’ the woman said. ‘Here you are mine, just like these other perverts.’
‘I’m not a pervert,’ Barry said.
The woman poked at his erect penis with the riding crop and said: ‘Liar.’


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Sounds interesting! What kinds of mixed wrestling situation do you portray? It's more competitive/realistic or pure fetish/domination?
Hi John,

I would say the situations differ. What is important to me is that it all fits in the story (I'm a girl, I want a story ) The first two thrillers are about a secret agent who encounters terrorists, spies and criminals. She takes on most of them with her bare hands, but in settings which fit the story. In the second book we included a scene in a gym though, where she teaches a self defense class and is challenged by a muscular hooligan.

The long story I wrote about above takes places in a fantasy world. The two mature women are so much more powerful than the main character that they can immobilize Barnaby just by looking at him. The evil twin girls though do take him on physically.

I hope this answers your question.

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Conspiracy in Marrakech


Conspiracy in Marrakech is the first kinky book we published. For work I used to spend a lot of time in Morocco, so it was fun to revisit the country in my mind. This book is the first in the Kate Davenport series. The second book takes place in England and Holland, the third will take place in the south of Spain probably.


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They ran into the dunes. Her sneakers were filled with sand, so she quickly took them off and continued barefoot. It cost her a few seconds, but it paid off because soon after she started to get closer. Omar was getting tired. She could hear him panting now. The fool, running off like that, straight into the desert. What was he thinking? Nothing probably, just trying to get away. The panting became heavier and his footsteps too. Kate was still okay, adrenaline running through her body, her mind crystal clear and focused on the chase. A chase that ended when Omar couldn’t go any further. She saw his silhouette on the top of a dune. Bent over, hands resting on his knees. Got you now, she thought. He saw her too though and yelled something at her in Tamazight, his Berber language. Kate approached him slowly. He had the advantage of being at a higher point and although he was tired she knew she was dealing with a dangerous criminal. A young man who had proven to be quite fit too. As she began to climb the dune he reached underneath his shirt and pulled out a knife. Great, she thought, where was Elias with his gun? She listened for sounds behind her, hoping that he was on his way, but all she heard was the two of them breathing.
‘Drop the knife, Omar,’ she said in Arabic. For some reason that enraged him. Because she spoke his language? Because a woman was telling him what to do? He yelled again and swung the knife in her direction. She saw a glimmer of moonlight on its steel.
‘I’m going to kill you,’ he growled.
No, you’re not, Kate thought, but she didn’t say it. There was no point in talking to him anymore. He needed to be neutralized and for that she needed all her attention bundled in one razor sharp focus. She took another step up and again he swung his knife at her, but still more to warn her off than to actually hurt her. They were too far apart for that. Another step and now he yelled at her, calling her a bitch. Kate watched him closely. He was right handed and looked strong with his wide shoulders and good balance. Add the knife and she knew she had a worthy opponent. He was very agitated though, which made him unpredictable but also gave her an advantage. Her martial arts training had taught her to always stay calm, so she could locate her opponent’s weakness. Omar’s weakness, she registered, was that he was too wild. He had swung the knife at her several times already and every time the movement had been the same. Wild and using not just his arm but his whole upper body. The fact that he was higher up on the dune didn’t need to be a disadvantage either. Seeing how it could play out and knowing what to do, she took the last step up.


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Sounds interesting, does your books contain any ballbusting too? Knees and kicks to the groin of men?
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Yes, in Russian Spies from Holland there is a painful scene like that. Tomorrow I'll post an excerpt from that book.
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Russian Spies in Holland is the second in the Kate Davenport series. It's about 165 pages long. Here is an excerpt from the beginning of the book:



On Monday morning Kate Davenport was teaching a group of housewives from Notting Hill how to defend themselves against muggers, gangs and other kinds of unsavory species. She’d had this group for over two years now. Ten women with an average age of thirty-five who seemed to adore both her and her martial arts skills. The one thing Kate told them over and over again was that if they were indeed mugged some day, by let’s say a man with a knife or gun, they should just hand over their money and walk away. Don’t ever challenge a guy with a weapon, she would tell them, no matter how many moves you’ve learned here. Sometimes she wondered if there was even a point in teaching people self defense twice a week, but not when it was a holiday and the children were home from school. While there were differences between her students’ skills, she suspected not one of them would be really capable of beating some streetrat who wanted to do them harm. Having said that, there was of course Jane, a forty year old woman who was married to a real estate agent with an anger problem. One morning, when Kate was about to start her class, she had seen this woman come through the door. Short blonde hair, athletic and tall, but with a black eye too. She had asked Kate for a word and then told her about her husband who had hit her when she had confronted him with a possible affair. Kate had asked her if he had hit her before and Jane had nodded. Not too often, but yes, it happened sometimes and she wanted to put an end to it. Everybody told her to just leave the man, but she said she still loved him and there were the children to consider too. Kate had heard it all before and didn’t believe in violent marriages, but she wasn’t the woman’s therapist, was she? Once or twice she suggested Jane might be better off with a divorce attorney than a martial arts teacher, but the woman had already made up her mind. Next time her husband tried to hit her, she wanted to be able to defend herself.
‘I’ve thought about this long and hard,’ she had said. ‘He is basically a coward. I think if I show him once that he can get in serious trouble if he touches me, he’ll never try it again.’
So Kate had taken the woman under her wing, teaching her twice a week in class and giving her some additional private lessons as well. Sure enough the moment had come, sooner than either of them had expected. One night the husband came home in a foul mood. Something at work was bothering him and he tried to take it out on Jane when he wasn’t happy with the dinner she was cooking for him. He had given her verbal abuse and when she stood up to him he had taken a swing at her. Next thing he knew he was on the kitchen floor, tasting blood in his mouth and looking up at his lovely wife in her apron and a frying pan in her hand.
‘If you touch me again,’ she had told him, ‘I’ll kick you in the balls so hard you’ll be yelping like Ginger for at least a week. You understand?’
Ginger was their dachshund, she explained to Kate. All Jane had needed, Kate knew, was the confidence to physically step up to her wimp of a husband. She didn’t need elaborate moves or techniques, all it took was knowing how to block his swing and then hit him hard where it hurt. The frying pan helped with that of course. He had never tried to touch her again and when Kate ran into Jane the other day, all seemed well with the marriage.

In today’s class there was another problem. One of the women had brought her younger brother, who told Kate right at the start of the class that he wanted to see for himself ‘what all the fuss was about’. His sister looked uncomfortable and apologetic. She said she had only told her brother how much she enjoyed Kate’s lessons.
The guy had introduced himself as Jack, but after having endured twenty minutes of his smirking Kate began to call him Little Dipshit in her mind. He had the posture and attitude of a football hooligan, standing there with his feet pointing outwards and his arms folded across the chest while she was explaining something. Wearing shorts and a tank top that showed his muscles, the confident, cocky expression on his face said he was the real expert here, a tough fighter who didn’t believe in these ‘theoretical classes’.


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Forbidden Lust in France - Awakening

This is the first book in a series of three. It's a story based on the teenage crush my husband had on his aunt (or as he prefers to call her: his uncle's ex-wife).
This first book has the subtitle 'Awakening' and is mostly about the psychological build-up. On the one hand we have the boy's realization that he is slowly getting obsessed with his aunt, on the other hand we have the aunt who remembers the thrill she got as a child when she bullied a boy in school. Slowly the dynamics between the two take shape. The subtitles of the second and third books will be 'Obedience' and 'Perversion'.

Apart from the tennis match described in the excerpt below, there is also a wrestling scene in the grass between nephew and aunt that is about seven pages long.



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In the afternoon aunt Louise asked him if he felt like playing tennis with her and Rob. The thought of physical exercise didn’t exactly appeal to him, but she asked him in a nice way and it was supposed to be the last sunny day for a while, so he agreed. Fifteen minutes later he found himself opposite the net from the caveman. After a quick warm-up they began their game. Although he had played tennis as a child, it had been too long ago for him to be a serious opponent for Rob. As much as he wanted to beat the guy, it was just not possible. The man wasn’t that good though, that much Alex could see. With a little more practice he was sure he would stand a chance at some point, but today was too early for that. He did score some nice points and felt proud when aunt Louise complimented him, but he couldn’t win more than four games and lost 6-4. Rob walked up to the net, shook his hand and said that today’s youth was not very impressive. The remark made Alex want to hit the man over the head with his racket. Aunt Louise calmed him down though by saying that he had played much better at the end of the match than at the beginning.
‘Perhaps,’ she said, ‘you will play even better against me.’
Rob, who was going back to the house to make some calls, laughed and said he hoped she wasn’t going to let ‘her little nephew’ win. This remark seemed to annoy aunt Louise who told her husband not to worry about that. At the same moment Alex said something silly that he regretted immediately. Feeling insulted and humiliated already he assured Rob that he would have no problem winning a tennis match against a woman. Now aunt Louise gave him an angry look. She got the same bossy expression on her face that he had seen before, but now it was more intense and right away he understood that he’d better focus on the game, because she might be a tougher opponent than he had expected.

For about five minutes they just hit the ball at one another, then aunt Louise told Alex to start. He walked over to the baseline and bounced the ball, just like he had seen players on TV do. He threw it up in the air then and hit it perfectly. It was a much better service than he could have hoped for. The ball went in a straight line over the net and seemed out of his aunt’s reach. He was terribly wrong though, as she did not only get to the ball, but she also hit it back at him with such a speed and accuracy that he could only stare at it bouncing in the corner. 0-15 and he realized he was in serious trouble. He suddenly saw it in her way of walking too. She moved like a cat, lean and strong. He tried to focus even more and again his service was good. He aimed for her backhand now, but again the ball came back, heavy with topspin this time and leaving him without a chance to do something good with it. 0-30.
He lost the first game without scoring a point. What should have been a fun activity on a Saturday afternoon became a humiliating struggle. By the time they were halfway through the set, when he was 3-0 down and had only managed to score one point, he was sweating like a pig. He ran after every ball and if he got there in time, he hit it as hard as he could, but almost always the ball came back to his side. While he ran from left to right, aunt Louise calmly directed the game from the baseline. As far as he could tell she wasn’t getting tired and she wasn’t sweating. Her strokes were precise and she hit the ball harder too. How many aces did she score, he wondered, when another one of her first services flew past him. Ten perhaps? In any case, their match was over in no time. He lost 6-0 and he scored a total of three points. After she had finished him off with another ace they met at the net where they shook hands. Alex, feeling terribly embarrassed now, excused himself for his silly remark before the game, but aunt Louise told him not to worry about it.
‘I think you’ve learned your lesson,’ she said.

As they waited for Rob to come back they hit the ball at each other without keeping track of the score. Aunt Louise gave him some tips too and at one point she came over to his side of the net to explain to him how he could improve his service. He tried to pay attention to what she said, but it was hard because her body was so close by and her hands were touching his arms. She also told him she used to play on quite a high level when she was younger. Later she had taught children and now she just played for fun.
When Rob came back he asked for the result of the game. Alex wanted to say 6-0, but aunt Louise beat him to it and said he had played really well, but lost 6-4.
Now that she had kind of saved him from further embarrassment, Alex stayed and watched the game between his aunt and her husband. The caveman didn’t do much better and perhaps scored eight points. He did win a game, but the superiority of aunt Louise was impressive. While Rob ran across the court, sweating and cursing, his aunt was light on her feet and always in control of the game. Her ponytail danced on the collar of her shirt and her body always remained perfectly balanced. At first it was mostly Rob’s imminent defeat that Alex relished, but more and more he began to admire his aunt. The way she moved and her curvy body which was so much more graceful than one might expect. As he watched her beat her husband, Alex realized that he himself had stood even less of a chance. She had sent him from one corner to the other as well and when the memory came back he understood something else: in an almost perverted way he had enjoyed it. Losing so clearly against a woman embarrassed him, but also seemed to awaken a strange sensation in his subconscious. He remembered something else then, something that had happened on his first night here. The jar of olives that he hadn’t been able to open, but then when she had tried it, it popped open right away. Remembering that and looking at her score yet another winner against her husband, he began to suspect that he wasn’t just physically attracted to her, but that he also derived a weird kind of pleasure from her getting the upper hand of him. What on earth was that about?!


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Forbidden Lust in France - Obedience


In this book (132 pages in paperback) young Alex and his sexy aunt Louise are starting to accept that their relationship is not a normal one. He feels an intense desire to be dominated by her, she realizes that the boy's behavior has activated a dark side in her too. Gradually they're moving deeper and deeper into this strange, but exciting new world.



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Alex sat down in the grass next to her. He took off his shirt too. She looked at him and thought to herself: Yes, in a way he is another man in my life. Not in a romantic way of course, but they weren’t just friends or family either. Lately she had done some research online. She had read articles about female led relationships, S/M, domination, etc. Although many of the photos which accompanied these articles depicted too many whips, chains and leather for her taste, it was clear to her that this was the world she and Alex had entered. Reading the more eloquent articles, especially the ones written by women, she had felt that same thrill of power again. This was her, a voice in her mind said. So many small things about her character made sense now. The thrill she had always felt when she stood up to men and even overpowered them, as a child in the playground and as a grown up woman on the judo mat or on the work floor of their company. Since they had retired and she wasn’t practicing martial arts as often as she would like, she had felt that thrill less and less. Instead her work as a therapist and art dealer had activated a different side in her. A softer side, which of course she valued too. The part of her that liked to be dominant had never disappeared though. Perhaps it had been asleep in the past years, but now her eighteen year old nephew had woken it up without even intending to do so. She marveled at how they had connected like that, because she was certain that he was a submissive at heart. He could protest all he wanted at times, but she saw it in his eyes and besides, he had told her so, even if he hadn’t used the word submissive.

Now he was talking about his judo class of the night before. Soon he was hoping to get a brown belt, he said. She asked him about the other people in his class. Were they all men or were there women too? Yes, he said, there were three women. One girl of his age and two housewives, as he called them.
‘Have you sparred with them?’ she said.
‘The young girl is seventeen and obese,’ he said. ‘She is a beginner and not very good. She practices with other beginners.’
‘How about the housewives?’
A light blush appeared on his cheeks when he said that yes, he had sparred with them.
‘Did it turn you on?’
‘No, not really,’ he said, but then he added: ‘Maybe a little bit with one of them.’
‘Why?’ Louise asked. ‘Is she pretty?’
‘No, not at all. She is just better than me.’
‘Uh oh,’ Louise said and she smiled at him. He smiled back, a little uncertain still, but much less than some weeks ago.
‘How about practicing with me?’ she asked.
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘When?’
‘How about now?’
He looked hesitant and asked about Rob then. Bless him, remembering their deal that they wouldn’t play as long as her husband was home. Well, just a few days ago she’d had her lover’s cock inside of her while Rob was sitting at the kitchen table, so a bit of wrestling with her nephew wouldn’t do any harm, wouldn’t it?
‘Don’t worry about him,’ she said, as she got to her feet. He followed her lead and then they were facing each other just like two months ago. Now was different though. In the fall, she remembered, he was convinced that he was going to kick her ass and earn good money while doing it. Now he must know that he didn’t stand a chance, but it didn’t stop him. In contrary, he was already coming at her. He took a step forward and then another one, while he tried to get hold of her arms. A typical judo move was coming and she knew it. He tried to floor her, but she stepped back and used her own weight to first put him off balance and then throw him over her hip. Next thing the boy was flying head first through the air. He knew how to land though and rolled in the grass. She gave him time to get up and then they were facing each other again. Alex in blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt, Louise in black lycra shorts and a pink tank top. He came at her again, her nephew, and now she let him get to her. Holding on to each other they fell down on the grass and rolled around like little children. She wrapped her powerful thighs around his waist and began to squeeze. He wriggled and tried to get free, but he didn’t stand a chance.


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