Bestselling author, AJ Downey
“Follow The Obsidian Stairway into the dark recesses of pleasure and euphoric fantasy!”
Bestselling Author, Titania Ladley
Advisory: The Obsidian Stairway is a dystopian erotic romance with graphic sex and language (18+)
Young journalist O’Mara Tanner ventures into the red light district – The City of Dark Pleasures – to report on a new sexual service that has been the subject of much gossip. But what she finds there only reminds her of all that has been lost in the dark days known as The Expiation.
Tully – handsome, attentive, mysterious – is unlike any “servant” O’Mara has met in the Pleasures. And his extraordinary service is about to allow her to experience a level of intimacy she has only ever imagined .
“Oh Good Lord that was amazing. Truly that was a beautiful, mind numbing work of art. I was curious, aroused and I’m certain you broke my heart a bit. Sincerely one of the best bits of writing I’ve read in some time. I’m sitting here slightly shaken and wondering what is next. That was…..yeah amazing. In a bit when I can breathe right again, I’ll give you a better review but for now I need a minute.”
Author, Kate Benoit
A few seconds pass while I listen to the low buzz of the tungsten lights and the higher pitched hum of what I assume is the machinery.
“So your service, it’s some kind of machine, right?”
“More or less. Are you ready to try it?” He lays a hand on top of mine. “You don’t need to be scared.”
“I’m not scared,” I lie. “Should I undress?”
“It’s not necessary. You can if you want to.”
I think about that for a moment. The setting is so strange and unsexy. I can’t imagine how anyone would want to undress. There isn’t even a bed. Are we going to have sex on the floor? And when will this machine appear?
“You have questions?” Tully says.
“I have the feeling you’ll say I have to experience it to fully understand.”
He smiles, leaning forward and reaching behind my chair. “I can explain it. But it’s true that your experience will be better if I don’t. Knowing too much interferes with the effect.” When he sits back, he has several wires in his hand, each terminating in a small electrode. As he speaks in a low soothing voice, he attaches the electrodes – one to each temple, one in the center of my forehead, two somewhere in my hair, and one below each ear. “I want you to know that the safe word will work, if you need it. Do you remember it?” I nod as he attaches a final electrode on the back of my neck, just below my hairline.
“Am I having electroshock therapy?” I’m joking. I hope I’m joking.
Tully smiles as he clips a heart rate monitor onto my index finger. “You won’t feel anything.”
“I won’t feel anything? Doesn’t that defeat the whole point of visiting the Pleasures?”
He laughs then, rises from his stool and turns toward the workbench. “Oh, you’ll feel something. Just not at the point of the electrodes.” He sits on another stool, in front of a chipped cathode screen, which comes to glowing green life as he types onto a clacky keyboard. “Sit back and relax. If you lean forward like that, you’re in danger of falling out of the chair.” He spins on his stool, facing me again. He has a small handheld terminal in his hands, a thick coil of wire connecting it to the equipment on the workbench. “Ready?”
I lean back into the chair, resting my head on the soft cushion. “Ready.”
He turns a knob on the handset. There’s a barely perceptible increase in the background hum as Tully stands. I watch him take one graceful step toward me, two, three and then the world goes black.
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Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she’s been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.
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Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.
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