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diaryofaDiary of a Library Nerd by Kyoko Church

Link to buy Diary of a Library Nerd: An erotic diary of one woman’s metamorphosis

Story Rating: 4 out of 5 paddles

Sting Factor (kink): 4 out of 5


Provocative, innovative and creative describe Ms. Church’s Diary of a Library Nerd. The first chapter of this story is a bit off putting to read. This is in first person, from Charlotte’s point of view. It’s about a Charlotte aka Char, a librarian, who writes in her diary about her day.  Sometimes she writes about her boring day which includes calling her bitch of a boss, Pigface.  What is amusing is when Charlotte includes pictures to accompanying her diary entries. What is hawt is when Charlotte reveals her sexual proclivities. It’s smoking hawt when the sexual scenes are accompanied by her sexual drawings.

This is one of the few adult books I’ve read where there are applicable drawings interwoven throughout the story. The style this story is written is quite appealing. To read about Charlotte’s life as she goes through her sexual journey with not one but two men is fabulous. The kink in this story is delicious and intoxicating. The power Charlotte feels when she orders Nathan to her bidding is so good. She’s just learning and coming into her femdom. Charlotte is a dirty mistress getting off on her boy toy.

When this story twists to include Charlotte’s erotic exchange in submission to a sexual dominant, Edward, it kicks this story up a notch. It’s well done how Charlotte’s character struggles to balance her desires as she’s learning more about the kinky side of life. Her experimentations and confessions of guilty desires brings her closer to the reader. When she pulls together a ménage, a reader may become giddy with the carnal heat. Definitely Charlotte is exploring erotic fantasies many women dream about in the privacy of their bedroom. Here is Charlotte, letting go and exploring to her animalistic delight.

I’m captivated by the writing voice. I’m pulled in as Charlotte experiences highs and lows. The kinky sex is bewitching. The graphic pictures are tempting. This is the kind of diary I wish I could have written as a young adult. This is the kind of life I wish I had experienced as a college student. This is the kind of life which many a reader will vicariously enjoy. Honestly, I can see this as a movie or a mini-series on TV. I hope an aspiring movie director reads this book and wants to produce it. I’d watch the movie. Highly recommended to kinky readers who know the quiet ones are the ones to keep an eye on.

Reviewed by Book Addict

Sweet. Sweeter. by Kyoko Church sweet

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Story Rating: 1 out of 5 paddles

Sting Factor (kink): 1 out of 5


SWEET. SWEETER. by Kyoko Church is the first story in the MADE FOR HIRE anthology. Domestic bliss takes on a whole new meaning when an unexpected infatuation suddenly brings another man into Laura’s life. Now, she needs to make some decisive choices…lest she end up in a very sticky situation.


Sweet. Sweeter. By Kyoko Church is a story of one woman’s desire to be treated like a lover instead of a convenience for her boyfriend. But instead of finding a solid lover in her boyfriend she finds solace in teaching an eighteen year old boy the pleasures that a woman’s body can bring him and the pleasures he can bring her. It takes more to be a Mistress than simply wanting to be one or calling herself a Mistress. Teaching a young boy about his body and pleasure does not a Mistress make.

Kyoko Church’s sexual scenes are lackluster at best and require more imagination when it comes to the storyline itself. This short story though decent is not a BDSM novel. Using terms such as Mistress does not make this a BDSM novel. Even though the story itself has potential it is not fully developed.

Reviewed by Unrequited Spirit

My first Mischief novella is called For Her Pleasure. It is my first foray into femdom erotica so I thought writing a guest post about femdom and whether or not readers want to read it would be a good angle. But the truth is, I just don’t know. I think I’m way too green to say. I didn’t start out writing femdom because I thought there needed to be more of it in the market or because I wanted to provide an antithesis to the now typical FSOG submissive woman, or because I wanted to stand out or be different or anything like that. To be perfectly honest with you, believe it or not, when I started writing with these characters about a year and a half ago – as short stories initially – I was so green I didn’t even really have the term ‘femdom’ in my head yet. Or if I did consider femdom at all, it was strictly as something that involved really severe looking women wearing leather, carrying riding crops who screamed and demanded and called wimpy looking men names like ‘worm’ or ‘slave.’ And it can be those things. The stereotype is there for a reason. But what I’ve understood since writing this story is that there can be another side to femdom. A softer one. One that includes sensuality. Romance. Even laughter. As anyone who has experience in femdom knows, sometimes things can get downright hilarious. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is that femdom has a wider appeal than I think many people know about, including me circa 2011. So if you’re new to this subgenre, I hope you’ll give it a chance. If you’re used to a harsher femdom plot, maybe a lighter style will provide fresh appeal. Either way, I hope you enjoy For Her Pleasure. And I’m always interested in your comments. Tweet me @kyokochurch and let me know what you think!


Imagine a man. Just a regular man. An average guy with a wife, a job, average house, average car, average sex life… Well, not exactly. He has a secret. A secret he finds so embarrassing that he never talks to anyone about it, he barely acknowledges it himself. And then one day he meets her.

An architect chairs the newly formed Sexual Harassment in the Workplace Committee. When the consultant he hires to help him organize the new committee turns out to be a red haired bombshell, he tries to rein in his untoward thoughts. But when she uncovers his embarrassing little secrets, this married man ends up in a relationship that’s so wrong on every level of his carefully put together life. All except one. How long will he let his burning carnal desires threaten everything he’s worked so hard for?

This is a story about perspective. It’s a story about the ephemeral nature of truth. It’s a story about what can happen when you give your power over to someone willingly, as a gift. And how it can change your life.


When he got back to his office she was stretched out on the leather sofa beneath the large picture window that looked out high over the city. Her feet were up, Kate Spade heels on the floor. Again, those red toenails.

He shut the door behind him.

‘I hope you don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I made myself comfortable while I was waiting. Been on my feet all day.’ The look she gave him then could only be described as imploring. Imploring in a way that sucked his gaze back to those gorgeous feet. An inexplicably helpless feeling bloomed in his chest.

‘Have a seat,’ she said, indicating the sofa beside her.

He settled uncomfortably at the other end, not knowing where to look or how to position his body. She chuckled. ‘A little closer, silly,’ she said, lifting her foot up, offering it to him as he moved closer. He blushed but took it, gently. Her foot was surprisingly small and slender, the skin pale so the red toenails stood out sharply.

His mind raced. Raced. Everything in his brain screamed how wrong this was, how they were the two people in the entire building most aware of the wrongness, charged as they were with informing the entire company on the intricacies of how wrong everything about a man touching a woman’s foot in a work setting was.

Especially when said man was pitching a tent in his pants.

But he absolutely could not stop. His dick screamed back at his brain to shut the fuck up, just shut up for once and let me have this one.

Well, what harm would a little consensual foot rub do? That was the key word, right? Consensual. He began to massage slowly.

‘Wait a second.’ He looked up. ‘Turn to me a little,’ she said. ‘That’s right. Now lift your knee up onto the couch.’ He did so and jumped as she placed her other foot gently but firmly against his crotch. ‘Keep rubbing,’ she commanded, gesturing at the foot in his hand. ‘I just want to make sure you’re not getting excited.’ Fire exploded in his face. He looked away from her, at her foot, then looked away from that.

She laughed. ‘It’s OK,’ she cooed. ‘I know you like my feet. And I do need a foot rub right now. So you rub my foot.’ He hesitated. ‘Do it,’ she said, not laughing now. ‘But I just need to make sure, you know, for legal reasons, that you’re not being a disgusting pervert and getting all excited about my pretty feet. I need to make sure this foot rub is just about you doing something I’ve asked you to do for me. Alright? For massage therapy purposes.’

How could he be so confused and at the same time his dick be growing? Did she mean it? Of course she didn’t, but he couldn’t be sure.

He rubbed, obediently trying to clear his mind, trying to think of anything but her slim foot in his hands. But there was also the pressure of her other foot against him. And then she started making little noises. Little whimpers, groans of pleasure. ‘Mmm, that’s right,’ she purred. ‘Ooo, right there, that feels so good.’  He was helpless. He sat helplessly rubbing her sexy foot while his cock grew with a mind of its own.

‘Oh my god, what is going on?’ She looked at him. ‘I can feel you, you know,’ she said, wiggling her toes against his stiffness, only worsening matters. ‘God, what horny little thoughts are going through your head? Was it the noises I was making?’ she chided. ‘I was only enjoying the foot rub! You weren’t thinking that’s what I sound like when I fuck, were you?’ Oh! To hear that word. To hear that word come out of her mouth. It hung in the air, like a spark, like an echo. A mere half hour ago she had been standing in the conference room lecturing on what constituted inappropriate language in the workplace! But he could not deny that he had never heard that word sound so fucking sexy ever before. A hard slap of a word and when she said it he immediately wanted nothing more than to do it. With her. Now.

He stared into his lap, unable to respond. ‘Well, if you are going to act like a horny, little dog, then that’s how I’m going to have to treat you.’

This is how it was that the chair of the sexual harassment committee of X Architects found himself on all fours on the floor in front of this goddess, pants around his knees, praying, hoping against hope that no one opened the door to his office that he didn’t think to lock, while he humped his straining shaft against her foot like some kind of human lap dog.

It was sheer and utter madness. And he was powerless against it.

Even though she didn’t make it easy for him, did things like swing her foot away, complain that he was going too fast, laugh, force him to keep all four limbs on the ground, to not use his hands, even still his little problem reared its ugly head.

He spurted, hips helplessly bucking, after two minutes.

Oh no.

Here it comes.

He knelt in front of her and braced himself. He steeled himself against the familiar onslaught of feeling – frustration, anger, shame – that always raged through him like a firestorm, burning through everything in its path. But instead of the usual reactions of disappointment, pity, anger or worse, the yawning silence, pregnant with judgments and unspoken resentment, there was something different.

Giggling. Like tinsel. Like glasses chinking together, crystal laughter.

‘My, my, my, we are the eager little beaver, aren’t we?’

Heat rose, he could hear the blood pump through the vessels in his head.

‘That’s OK, sweetie,’ she said and she leaned over, put her lips right next to his ear, so he could feel her breath on his skin. ‘Mistress has all sorts of ways of dealing with a horny little puppy like you,’ she whispered.

Oh fuck.

‘Starting with,’ she said, dipping her finger in the creamy mess on her foot, ‘rubbing your nose in it.’ She swiped her finger across the space between his nose and his upper lip. A moustache of his own shame. The sharp, acrid odour immediately brought a fresh jolt of humiliation. ‘You may not rub or wash that off,’ she announced. She took his chin with her fingers, stared right into his eyes. His heart pounded in terror. ‘You will wear your disgusting mess on your face. It will be there for all of the rest of your meetings today.’ Oh god. ‘And when you go home and kiss your wife.’ Oh god! ‘And when you put your head on your pillow tonight.’ She sighed then, closed those gorgeous eyes and smiled.  ‘When you have your shower tomorrow morning you may wash it off then.’ He realized then he wasn’t breathing and took in a gasping breath.

And suddenly he realized something else. Something astounding.

He was hard again. Harder than he had been the first time.

There was shame. But no anger. There was humiliation. But no frustration.

Pure humiliation. Not blazing, like the white hot heat of the firestorm of his secret torment, but rolling in slowly, like molasses, covering him, turning his insides liquid, enveloping him in a mass of humility, shrinking him down, making him want to place his hard, needy little cock before her in an act of complete submission.

And what she did then made it throb and ache even more.

She leaned in and placed the smallest little kiss with her full, soft, pouty red lips right on the tip of his nose. Like the period at the end of a sentence.

There it was. Just like that. Turned a hair to the left. His torment died.

His kink was born.

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When you first started writing, did you have any idea you’d be writing BDSM/kinky books? Do you write in any other genre?

When I first started writing I did literary short stories. Then one day a sexy story formed in my head and I had to write it down simply because it wouldn’t leave me alone. I didn’t set out to write kinky stuff, that’s just what came out. Erotica is where I’ve had the most success, in terms of publishing, and what I’ve realized I have the most fun with and feel the most passionate about. I have done some creative non-fiction recently but I stick to the kinky stuff almost exclusively now.

Is there one area of BDSM that you tend to write about more? Why do you think that area creeps into your writing more than some others?

I write most about tease and denial. There is some element of tease in every single piece of erotica I write. Why? Because that’s what interests me most! I write what turns me on. I can’t imagine doing it any other way.

Is there an area that is BDSM/kink-related that you haven’t written about yet that you’re interested in?

I am very interested in pet play. It is something that came about organically for me, before I even realized it was a ‘thing,’ if you know what I mean. I thought I was just really weird until I started looking into it and realizing, no, lots of people have an interest in this. I actually did write about it a little bit in Mischief’s Cougar anthology, in my story “Dear Fuckbook.” But I would like to do more, perhaps a whole novella involving pet play in the future.

What have you written in the past that you think your BDSM/kink fans might find interesting?

Since everything I write has some kink aspect to it, I would hope it’s all interesting! But if there are readers who particularly like femdom then I highly recommend the novella I have coming out in Februrary with Mischief, For Her Pleasure. My editor has said it’s the best femdom work he’s read in a long time and I’m really proud of it. So yes, if you are into femdom or have a shoe kink or are into erotic humiliation, then check it out!

What might be something of interest to your fans that you don’t think they know about you?

Well, to so many people it seems, BDSM means spanking or some kind of corporal punishment. And I understand the appeal. But for me, I’m just not turned on by pain. So for a kink author, perhaps it’s a little strange to say any kind of pain almost always leaves me cold. For me, it’s the power exchange aspect of BDSM that I find the most interesting. That’s what I enjoy exploring both as a reader and a writer.

At this point in your career, do you think you’ll write more BDSM/kinky erotica?

Definitely. It’s so much fun!

Who is your favorite BDSM/kinky author? Movie?

I don’t really have a favourite. Having said that, Rose de Fer and I have a lot of the same kinks. So I always find her stuff, er, compelling.

I loved the movie A Dangerous Method. Very sexy.

What is your favorite flavor ice cream? And since this interview is for BDSM Book Reviews, vanilla is not an option!

I actually don’t really like ice cream all that much. I know, I’m a weirdo!

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Something Twisted This Way Comes by Kyoko Church



Story Rating: 2 out of 5 paddles

Sting Factor (kink): 2 out of 5

This is a short story that is part of a larger anthology called My Secret Life.  Paul has a problem: he suffers from premature ejaculation.  It is his shame, and something he has never dared deal with.

Then he meets Mistress.  In one look in an elevator, she recognizes he has issues and takes him under her wing for “therapy.”  This includes humiliation, but not shame.  He embraces the humiliation she heaps on him.  When she stops seeing him after three weeks, he feels as if she has reconnected him to life.

While the story was well written and edited, it didn’t connect emotionally.  Paul is a rather sad character and although “Mistress” helps him, she comes across as cold and manipulative.

Reviewed by Karen