#SatSpanks – Featuring an extract from Drench the Wench (P J Perryman)

Saturday Spankings


OMG it’s Saturday! Really? How did that happen. There I was on my ride along, dreaming up my next naughty offering while enjoying the smell of freshly cut grass, when I received a buzz from admin. Thank you! You saved me from a thousand furies. And while my engine is running outside, I hope all you rampant readers enjoy my first ever SatSpanks thingy. Thank you for letting me play and forgive me for any silly novice cock-up, unless its the good kind! Then I want pics!


The following excerpt is from an earlier work, Drench the Wench.  DTW is a collection of horny erotica, and this particular extract comes from the story, SpellBound. Happy Father’s Day to all you bad daddies out there!

A series of raunchy tales by P J Perryman

A series of raunchy tales by P J Perryman


Lavender rewarded Basil with a gentle stroke under the chin; she’d trained him well. While she pondered this question she pulled a tube of lipstick from another pocket and slowly smeared it on her top and bottom lips. Basil watched, mesmerized.

“Tricky. Without magic we risk getting caught. Still, there aren’t many tourists about and I need my slave fix.” She tapped her long purple fingernails on the side of her glass. “We shall try without.”


About Drench the Wench:

From elves who sneak into the faire leather shop after hours to satisfy their curiosity about human sexuality, to a dryad’s mind-blowing sex with a wizard, to the most unusual werewolf encounter you will ever read, this book is one that will make you pant and giggle naughtily in delightful turns.

The stories capture all the beauty and whimsy of the Renaissance Faire atmosphere, so fans of these events will love this book. And if you’ve never donned a bodice, hefted a broadsword or worn a chastity belt for an afternoon of medieval role-play, this is the book to put you in the mood.

WARNING: The ten stories in this book are different. They feature M/F, F/F and M/M and three-way sex, with a smattering of BDSM overtones.

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you visit all the wonderful erotica writers who are busy spanking away out there!


PJ Perryman


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Rosaline and The Marquis #ASMSG AND #Nov #UrbanFantasy

Rosaline and the Marquis

How do I love my new cover? Let me count the ways!

Formerly titled, ‘Kiss of the Marquis’, Rosaline and the Marquis is the story of four students, who decide on impulse to steal a magic book to conjure up historical figures from the past. Keen to expand on their sexual prowess, they resurrect the Marquis deSade.

The Marquis delights in teaching them how to take their pleasures without guilt or remorse, but little do they know, the devilish fiend has a secret agenda. Rosaline captures his particular attention, and he would brand her to make her his own… to keep her in hell… for eternity…

The only thing that can save her, is the love of her family and friends.

Rosaline and the Marquis is now available on Blushing Books and has recently been  re-released on Amazon.

I hope you enjoy the freshly bound urban fantasy Rosaline and the Marquis….

Sparkly AKA P J Perryman

A Bride For Lord Esher – A SALUTE TO REVIEWERS #asmsg #erotica #romance

Well, its been a week, and the first reviews for my new book, A Bride For Lord Esher, are up. I’m delighted with the feedback.

A Bride for Lord Esher

If you’ve written a book, you’ll know how frightening that moment is, when you first release your creation into the world, waiting to see how it will be received. Picture the scene in the movie, Shakespeare in Love, when the curtain closes on the first performance of Romeo and Juliet. For a brief moment, a hush fell over the theatre as the audience fell silent. In that moment, the actors felt true horror, not knowing whether their efforts would reap rapturous applause, or be met with hisses and rotten tomatoes. But then the applause came, and every actor on the stage exhaled with tremendous relief.

Well, that’s been me. All this week. But it was worth it; the reviews are sparkly and it seems I had nothing to worry about. Thank God!

I don’t know who posts them; I’m not one of those writers that solicit reviews at gunpoint (though I suspect my publisher secretly wishes I was.) But it warms my soul to think there are people out there who take the time to give feedback, good or bad. Perhaps the writers among us do it without a moment’s thought, but for the rest of the busy world, it’s not something readers always do.  I’ve been guilty of this myself in the past, buying a book, reading it, moving on to the next, not sharing how I felt about it. But I’m glad the world is populated with people more considerate than I am.

So, to the wonderful readers, who took the time out of their hectic schedules to share their thoughts on my work; –  I SALUTE YOU. Thank you, very much!


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Best regards, and thank you, as always,

Your humble servant,

Sparkly! aka P J Perryman

~ A BRIDE FOR LORD ESHER ~ Now On Amazon ~ About the Book #asmsg

~ A BRIDE FOR LORD ESHER ~. Click to see a short promo video!

A Bride for Lord Esher

Now available on Amazon! To buy A Bride For Lord Esher, click here.

My publisher has described this as a dark, romantic, erotic novel. I guess this is true; the book was written during a very turbulent time in my life.  Inevitably the events then have impacted the type of characters I’ve portrayed here. As ever, my female main character, Chastity, is a headstrong but enterprising young woman who, when thrust into the center of some pretty trying times, keeps her focus and tries to rise above adversity. The character Lord Robert Esher is the embodiment of a class of man I’ve know in real life. Perhaps a little foolish and self-absorbed in his youth, once he realizes what he wants, he will move heaven and earth to get it.

My two villains are self-serving and dangerous, but I wrote them as multi-dimensional beings, reflecting both good and bad personality traits. In some ways, I became more attached to the character of Tom Warren than to anyone else in the book. But no spoilers. This bad man drips pure evil, but if you want to find out how, you’re gonna have to buy the book.

If you do, I hope you love it.

Best regards,

Sparkly AKA P J Perryman

Renaissance Faire Time with Drench The Wench by P J Perryman #asmsg


Naughty Renaissance Fair Mischief

Naughty Renaissance Fair Mischief

Hear Ye, hear Ye!

Well folks, we’re into the season here in the North East, and what better way to get in the mood but with a book written by an avid Renaissance Faire fan!

In Drench the Wench we have poetic harpies, love-struck werewolves, submissive pirates and kinky mundanes galore! Oh, and did I mention the shop-lifting dryad and porn-obsessed elves?

Drench was the first set of stories I pulled together for publication, and remains the closest to my heart. I think there is something to love in each and every character in the book, so if you love whimsy, naughty, and a little bit of crazy, this is the book for you!

So, trundle over to Amazon or Blushing Books, and do a fellow maiden a favor and check me out. I love Drench the Wench, and I hope you do too. And if you do, come stop by my blog and chat about it. Fare thee well, good lords and ladies. Happy reading!


Sparkly, aka P J Perryman

Blushing Mischief Proudly Presents… ‘A Spank In Time II – The Spanks You Missed.’ #asmsg #erotica

As a writer for the erotic group, Blushing Mischief, it is with tremendous pleasure that I share with you our latest anthology – ‘A Spank In Time II – The Spanks You Missed.’

A Spank In Time 2 - by Blushing Mischief

A Spank In Time 2 – by Blushing Mischief

We love our wonderful cover art, prepared by the amazing graphic artists at Blushing Books – and hope you love our erotic historical stories as much as we all loved bringing them to you. My personal contribution is titled ‘Spank and Deliver,‘ and an except of the same can be found on the sample page of the host site.

Just an FYI, our publisher has just redesigned their site and it looks super fab. So go check out Blushing Books today. Incidentally, my lastest personal release, Kiss of the Marquis, has just hit the best seller list – so a special thank you for those of you who bought and reviewed the book to make this possible.

Love and spanks,


Kiss of the Marquis – Sample Chapter #asmsg 18+ only please

Kiss of the Marquis (Sample Chapter)
 ” The race is on to save Rosaline from the “Kiss of the Marquis” which could bind her to deSade forever”

© P.J. Perryman and Blushing Press, 2013

Rosaline rushed into the front room and threw herself into the great chair in front of the fire, a smug smile spread across her flushed face. She dropped a large bag by her feet that landed with a dull thunk on the carpeted floor.

“Well, did you get it?” asked Jack.

“Oh my God, I bet she got it.” Brenda closed her book and jumped up from where she was lying on the floor. There would be no more studying tonight.

“Yes, I’ve got it. Keep your voices down.” Rosaline leaned down and warmed her hands by the fire. She looked about the room; someone was missing. “Where’s Peter?”

“In his room, studying.”

“Someone go get him.”

“Okie-dokey.” Jack got up from a table by the window and went in search of their friend. He soon returned with a tall, red-haired student, who looked in need of a good meal. The boy was dressed in heavy wool clothes and his lower face was lost under the thick scarf draped around his neck.

“It’s freezing up in my room,” Peter grumbled.

“Why don’t you study down here with the rest of us?” asked Brenda.

“Too much chatter. Our exams are coming up and I’m not gonna let you dorks spoil my grades.”

Brenda shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Peter sat down in the seat across from Rosaline. “So you have it?”

“Yes, yes I have it.” Rosaline reached down and patted the bag at her feet. “Mother will kill me if she finds out I took it. Or her coven will kill her. Who knows?”

“How did you find it?” asked Jack.

“It was quite a hunt. I always thought Mom would keep it in the cellar of the bookstore, where the Coven meets to do their thing. I looked all over, but in the end I accidentally came across it in the basement of our home. Mom’s super protective of the book, always has been. She cares more about that thing than she does me, I swear.” A shadow passed across Rosaline’s face and her mouth twisted into an anguished sneer.

“Well, you did find it, so lucky for us,” said Jack.

“Anyway, if this works, we’ll have it back to her before she even knows it’s gone,” said Peter. “Let’s have a look at it then.”

Rosaline bent over and picked up the bag. It contained only one item: a thick, heavy leather-bound book with a musty smell. The four of them looked at the thing in awe.

“So we’re really gonna do this then?” asked Brenda.

“I vote we do it tonight,” said Peter, “as soon as possible. That way Ros can get this book back straight away and her mother will be none the wiser.”

They all nodded.

Rosaline, who had the book balanced on her lap, handed it to Peter. Peter took it to the table, and let his hand rest reverently on the leather cover.

“Veneficas Libro Mortuorum. The Witches Book of the Dead,” Peter read. “You realize that if I read from this book, there’ll be no going back. If anyone is gonna wuss out on us, better do it now.” He looked around the table at the eager faces. Only one of them looked nervous. “Brenda, you okay with this?”

All eyes turned to Brenda. “I don’t know, Peter,” she said. “It all seemed so cool when we talked about it before. But now that the book is here…” Brenda clutched her hands together. “I dunno, now that the book is here I feel kinda funny. It’s suddenly real. So yes, I confess, I’m a bit scared.”

“Don’t forget what we all talked about,” Rosaline said. “This is why we formed the Smut Club isn’t it, to hunt for new experiences? I don’t wanna go through life thinking this is it, this is as good as it gets. I want to go beyond the normal. We all did, didn’t we?”

“I know,” said Brenda. She pushed back her black hair and stared at the book. “And I don’t wanna let you all down, but I’m afraid. I sense that book is evil…”

Rosaline sighed. “You sense what?”

“There’s something unclean about it, I feel like it wants to create mischief if we let it.”

Her three companions rolled their eyes, as if they were dealing with a child. “Come on Brenda,” said Jack. “Rosaline went to a lot of trouble to get this. You had plenty of time to change your mind before tonight.”

Brenda didn’t want to disappoint her friends, so finally she broke down. “Okay, I guess we can start,” she said.

They all shifted their attention back to Peter. “Very well, there’s no turning back now.”

“I still think we should call Marilyn Monroe,” whispered Jack.

“What about Casanova?” countered Rosaline. She pulled her hair out of a scrunchy and her red curls tumbled loosely about her shoulders. “I wouldn’t say no to a night with him.”

“No, we all agreed,” said Peter. “It’s too late to reopen the debate now. Both of those would only tell us things we already know. Are you all ready?”

His three friends nodded. Peter removed his scarf so he could move more freely. The cold air grew heavy around them, and each student held their breath. Slowly, Peter ran his pale hand along the binding and let his thin fingers caress the spine of the book. Almost tenderly he circled upwards, and then, with a sharp intake of breath, opened the cover. Ever so carefully, Peter turned the pages. He read the title over each of the spells, but moved steadily on to the one page he sought.

At last he found it. “Sublato Mortuis. Raising the dead,” Peter said. He leant forward and studied the page carefully. “You know, this page looks more worn than the rest. I have a feeling we’re not the first to use this spell.”

“Now you mention it, my mother has mentioned it from time to time,” said Rosaline. “She said it was the most powerful and exciting spell in the book. That’s what made me think of it. I’ve always wanted to know what she meant.”

“Why didn’t you ever join the coven?” said Jack.

“What, and turn out like my mother? No, I don’t think so.”

Impatient to begin, Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He’d waited a long time for this moment. “Soon we will receive instructions from the Master…”

They all nodded and sat a little forward in their seats. Peter slowly read the words written in Latin on the page before him. As he neared the end of the page he paused. It was time to call the name of the departed soul. “Ego postulo Marchisi de Sade resurgunt … I demand the Marquis De Sade rise again.”

Peter looked up and the four friends waited but nothing happened.

“Did you say it right?” asked Rosaline. “My mother says if you say the spells wrong, either they won’t work or you can bring down some serious shit!”

Peter looked offended. “Of course I said it right. I didn’t spend three years overseas in an English boarding school without learning something about Latin. Perhaps this book is just bogus.” He pushed it away from him, disappointed.

“Well, it was fun you guys, but clearly nothing is happening, so I’m going up to my room,” said Jack. “Ros, you coming? All this hocus pocus has made me horny.”

Rosaline hesitated. “Damn it all, I’ve risked my neck for nothing. Can’t we try one more time?”

“You can,” said Brenda as she stood up from the table. “I agree with Jack, it didn’t work. I’m going to bed.”

Peter said nothing but stared at the book, his disappointment written clearly on his face. As the others were leaving he got up and walked over to the window. Outside the snow was falling hard.

“So this is it,” Peter mumbled quietly to himself.

Rosaline walked over and placed her arm across his shoulders. “You know, maybe we could try again. Maybe it takes more than the words. Maybe it’s the setting? Perhaps we should have waited till midnight or something?”

Peter placed his hand on hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Jack’s right. It’s all a bunch of hocus pocus. You must get the book back home tomorrow since you’ve risked enough already.”

“Well, goodnight then,” she said. Rosaline walked from the room and closed the door gently behind her.

The moment the door closed, Peter felt hot. The temperature of the room rose so quickly that the frost on the window melted away. He turned to see if the fire had flared to cause the change. He was startled by what he saw, and stumbled back onto his seat at the table. A man stood by the fire, apparently at odds with the ruffle at his neck.

“Really, I would have thought the prison could have dressed me in more suitable attire than this.” The man stared down at his coat and breeches and seemed to disapprove of the whole ensemble. “Tsk,” he said with a sniff, “my tailor would be appalled.”

“Are you …. the Marquis?” asked Peter.

The spirit bowed gracefully with an elaborate flourish of his arm. “At your service, young man.” The Marquis then forgot about his clothing and studied the room in some detail. “What is this place?”

“It’s a student house. We’re all students at Mallory University.”

“Indeed. And what course of study requires you to summon the dead?”

“We all study different things, but we’re all members of the secret Smut Club. We summoned you to show us how to make sex more exciting together.”

The Marquis looked affronted. “Smut? And for such a trifle you recalled me from the pleasures of Hell?”

“Well, we thought-”

The Marquis raised his hand. “It is of no matter; I am here now. How many are in this… club?”

“There are four of us altogether. Shall I fetch the others?”

“No, there is no point. Only the Summoner can see me.” The Marquis closed his eyes and appeared to be thinking. “So, you want to delve further into the pleasures of the flesh?”

“Yes, sir.”

The Marquis smiled at Peter’s show of respect. “The key to that is quite simple: you must take what you want, impose your will on others and hold nothing back.”

Peter’s mouth fell open to his chest. “That’s all? That’s it? That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Yes. However, I found with every delicious experience, I needed something new each time.”

“How did you find such partners? How did you get them to agree with your more … ‘experimental’ tastes?”

“It never mattered to me what the other person thought, but you must work within the rules of the age. I understand that morals now are far less … liberal.”

“So what can we do?”

“We have only a short time before I must return to the Underworld, so listen carefully. I already know the extent of your experience. Now let me share the delights of mine.”

Peter listened enthralled as the Master shared a lifetime of pleasure in only a few moments. Even as he listened he felt himself becoming aroused. The Marquis held nothing back, and with neither remorse nor pity, he recounted the defining moments of his life.

He ended with the following thought: “Know this Peter, each man – and woman for that matter – enjoys a unique honey pot. My delights are not yours. Your ecstasy is not mine. No one can teach you your threshold or limits. Your joy will come as you seek pleasures out, but they will take you where they will. I cannot instruct you in that.”

“Adieu mon ami.” On those words, the image of the Marquis faded and Peter felt the temperature of the room drop so quickly that the cold bit into his very bones. He picked up his scarf, pulled it tightly around his neck, and then ran to find the others.

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Collage A~Trois! Well, Not Really (Giggles) #asmsg

All my characters

Since I’m in the company of artists, it’s probably no surprise to you how much work goes into the creation of a single drawing, or a single story. Like most writers I post little teasers from time to time, yet always with a touch of sadness as it means earlier work gets pushed forever deeper into the archived belly of this blog.

So today, for grins and giggles, and as a little light relief from the edits to “Kiss of the Marquis,” I made a collage of my prior illustrative works. Since inevitably, sooner or later, it too will be consumed in the history bowels, I’ve used it as the background for my twitter profile, and plan to update it as a wall of naughty infamy to display new works and cover art.  I hope you like it – looks like a super mouse mat to me!

Blessings, break over, time to get back to polishing the new novella.