One Night In Gomorrah

Cover Reveal and An Excerpt

Exploring their sexual kinks together, can be an intensely satisfying experience for couples. Communication and trust are the foundation such relationships. It also is a good idea to set limits on what is acceptable and what is not.

In One Night In Gomorrah, the newest book in the First Time Gay series, I touch on what can happen when that communication is missing and one partner feels their needs are not being taken seriously. Below is an excerpt.

Following the directions in the text I received earlier that day, I asked for Syndi at the sign-in terminal.

I was promptly greeted by a big redhead, dressed in a tight leather skirt and thigh-high boots.

Her smile never wavered, as her remarkable green eyes searched my face and body language, assessing whether I represented a threat or not.
Satisfied that I was safe, she gave me a long, graceful hand. “I am Syndi, I understand you asked to see me.”

Satisfied that I was safe, she gave me a long, graceful hand. “I am Syndi, I understand you asked to see me.”

“My wife Camilla said I should ask for you.” I clarified.

“Ah yes, you are Ted. I have been expecting you. Camilla called ahead and said she was running late. She suggested we begin the tour without her.

Normally I prefer that couples receive the tour together, but I have had your wife in enough classes to recognize that she is already acquainted with the guidelines.”

“Why don’t we have a seat in the club. The music won’t start for another half hour, so we can chat in there.”
She turned and headed through the lobby to what appeared to be the main area of an upscale dance club.

Sleek modern styles were in total opposition to the shabby exterior of the building.
“Can I get you a soft drink? We do not tolerate alcohol or narcotics of any kind in the club. I am sure you can understand why.”

Understand? Hell, I didn’t understand any of what was going on.

“I am not confident I do. What kind of club is this?”

“Oh, I am sorry, I thought Camilla had explained everything to you.”

“No, she said she wanted it to be a surprise,” trying to stifle the bitterness. “I assume it is some kind of sex club, where swingers come to hook up.”

“Not exactly. While sexual activity is permitted on the premises, we don’t see many ‘swingers’, as you call them.” She wrinkled her nose. “Here at Gomorrah, we mostly cater to individuals who enjoy the BDSM lifestyle. There can be a non-monogamous element involved, but because of the degree of trust required in Bondage and Discipline and Sadomasochism, we discourage our members from playing with partners they do not know thoroughly.”

I nodded my head, like it was all making sense.

“Even in a D/s relationship, the trust dynamics take months to develop. So no, to answer your question, we are not a swingers club.”

Then why was Quinn meeting us here?

“Your wife must care a great deal about you. She has been studying very hard for tonight.”

“When Camilla wants something, she can be fixated.” I allowed.

“Let me point out a few concepts about the lifestyle.” She began, “First and foremost, the sub’s needs always come first. This means that tonight is about you. From the outside it may sound like the Dominate is doing all the taking but the sub is ever in control. Your safe word allows you the capability to bring the scenario to a pause at anytime.”

At that point, Camilla appeared at my side. She was dressed surprisingly conservative. I had expected her to be in leather and something low cut. Instead, she wore a knee-length skirt and sweater. I had never seen the outfit before, so I knew she had purchased it for tonight, but it was more akin to what she would wear to work, rather than to a sex club.

Maybe Quinn liked his women more timid and my spouse was flipping the scenario to satisfy him.

After giving Syndi a peck on the cheek, she took the chair to my left.

“Sorry I am late,” offering no explanation.

“It is fine. I was just pointing out to your Ted, how his safe word actually puts him in control as the submissive.”

“We never bothered with a safe word. None of our play involves rough stuff.” Camilla said.

“Perhaps you were not paying as close attention as I thought.” She declared, glaring straight at her student.

Camilla withered under her gaze, dropping her eyes downward.

“Look at me Camilla.” She commanded. “Words can be as damaging as physical discipline. For some submissives it is worse than being flogged or spanked.”

“If the sub feels they have no check over the situation, the scenario can become terrifying for them and rapidly become dangerous. Only a bad Domme would allow that to take place.”
Camilla flinched at the term bad Domme.

“I am sorry, I did not mean to disappoint you.”

“Do not apologize to me, it is your partner you need to make this right with.” She said, rising from the table. “I will let the two of you talk.”

“Is that how you feel?” Camilla asked, holding my hand. Her expression made it clear Camilla had been stung by Syndi’s words.

I did not wish to be disciplined for an unacceptable answer, nor did I want to hurt my wife’s feelings on our anniversary. Regardless of the mixed emotions I had been experiencing for my wife, at that point, all I felt was tenderness.

To be castigated in the presence of her sub, by a woman she respected, must be incredibly painful. Not wanting to contribute to her misery, I hesitated, seeking my words delicately.

As always, Camilla seemed to realize what I was thinking. “It is okay Ted, you can be honest with me. I am not your Queen right now, I am your wife and I respect you.”

“I will admit, it has all moved so quickly. At times, I’ve felt uncomfortable with things you said and asked me to do.”

The truth was, as much as I had enjoyed being dominated by my wife, I was torn. The sex had been fantastic, but the humiliation had begun to affect my emotional state.

“Then why didn’t you speak up?”

“I didn’t want to ruin the experience for you, besides I loved most of it. You taking control turns me on.”

“But?”, she paused. “I can tell you are holding back. What do you not like about it?”

“I am concerned things may be escalating to a point I will no longer be comfortable with.”

“Oh, this is all my fault. I should have given you a way of expressing your fears. Syndi is right, we needed a safe word. Damn it, I ruined everything.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“Spreadsheet.” I squeezed her hand.

“What the heck are you—,” a grin appeared on her lips as understanding dawned.

I wished to see her happy. If it meant watching, as Quinn fucked my wife, I would try to get through it.

“Ted, you don’t have to do this.” She said, “We can walk out right now if that is what you want.”

“I want you to have this experience, if it is what you really want. I am not promising that I won’t stop it with my safe word, but knowing I can, gives me the determination to try.

“Tonight may be distressing for you. I am going to ask you to do things we have never done before. Are you sure this is what you want?

“I guess I do.”

“Then we should go downstairs to the rooms.”

I gave her hand a squeeze. “Yes my Queen.”

Due Out September 22nd

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