Release Blitz
The Obsidian Stairway:
The City of Dark Pleasures,
Book I 
By Bibi Rizer
Jan 31st
 
 
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, and 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.
Author AJ Downey
described The Obsidian Stairway as: “…a dark and thrilling ride that left me
breathless.”

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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.

 

 
 
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.
Bibi likes writing
about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and
imperfect worlds.
In her spare time
Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the
firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that
most of her favorite people and characters are both.
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