It’s that time again! Time for you to post your Sexy Snippets!
The ERWA blog is not primarily intended for author promotion.
However, we’ve decided we should give our author/members an occasional
opportunity to expose themselves (so to speak) to the reading public.
Hence, we have declared the 19th of every month at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association blog Sexy Snippet Day.
On Sexy Snippet day, any author can post a tiny excerpt (200 words or less) in a comment
on the day’s post. Include the title from with the snippet was
extracted, your name or pseudonym, and one buy link, if you’d like.
Please
follow the rules. If you post more than 200 words or more than one
link, I’ll remove your comment and ban you from participating in further
Sexy Snippet days. So play nice!
After
you’ve posted your snippet, feel free to share the post as a whole to
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Have fun!
~ Lisabet
Sex and writing. I think I've always been fascinated by both.
Freud was right. I definitely remember feelings that I now recognize as sexual, long before I reached puberty. I was horny before I knew what that meant. My teens and twenties I spent in a hormone-induced haze, perpetually "in love" with someone (sometimes more than one someone). I still recall the moment of enlightenment, in high school, when I realized that I could say "yes" to sexual exploration, even though society told me to say no. Despite being a shy egghead with world-class myopia who thought she was fat, I had managed to accumulate a pretty wide range of sexual experience by the time I got married. And I'm happy to report that, thanks to my husband's open mind and naughty imagination, my sexual adventures didn't end at that point!
Meanwhile, I was born writing. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, though according to family apocrypha, I was talking at six months. Certainly, I started writing as soon as I learned how to form the letters. I penned my first poem when I was seven. While I was in elementary school I wrote more poetry, stories, at least two plays (one about the Beatles and one about the Goldwater-Johnson presidential contest, believe it or not), and a survival manual for Martians (really). I continued to write my way through high school, college, and grad school, mostly angst-ridden poems about love and desire, although I also remember working on a ghost story/romance novel (wish I could find that now). I've written song lyrics, meeting minutes, marketing copy, software manuals, research reports, a cookbook, a self-help book, and a five hundred page dissertation.
For years, I wrote erotic stories and kinky fantasies for myself and for lovers' entertainment. I never considered trying to publish my work until I picked up a copy of Portia da Costa's Black Lace classic Gemini Heat while sojourning in Istanbul. My first reaction was "Wow!". It was possibly the most arousing thing I'd ever read, intelligent, articulate, diverse and wonderfully transgressive. My second reaction was, "I'll bet I could write a book like that." I wrote the first three chapters of Raw Silk and submitted a proposal to Black Lace, almost on a lark. I was astonished when they accepted it. The book was published in April 1999, and all at once, I was an official erotic author.
A lot has changed since my Black Lace days. But I still get a thrill from writing erotica. It's a never-ending challenge, trying to capture the emotional complexities of a sexual encounter. I'm far less interested in what happens to my characters' bodies than in what goes on in their heads.
She loves the way he calls her darling. He is a writer too. Brilliant. That's how they met. Well they didn't meet, obviously. Not in person anyway. She'd written him fan letters. He'd answered with an adoring fan letter. They cultivated their own little mutual admiration society. And finally he was coming to her city to love her. They didn't use that word.
No plans, she'd said. No promises. We live for today. We revel in the moment. They had both come close to dying at one time or another.
She wonders if she'll ever see him, meet him, hold him in her arms, feel his lips on hers. His whip on her ass. Yes, they share that too. A propensity for debauchery. She knelt at the feet of a masked stranger wielding a cat-o-nine-tail to suck his cock in Montreal's most depraved sex club only to describe the scene later to Matthew while they both masturbated.
She'd pissed over a metal bowl for him so he could hear the piss hitting the bowl. She'd invented stories of the two of them and others, cocks and cunts, tongues and lips, hips and legs entangled. They'd climaxed together on the phone.
an excerpt from a work in progress entitled Kindreds, 200 words.
For links to my published smut, please visit AmandaEarl.com
Sweet prose, Amanda, not a wasted word.
thanks!
Once again, the stretch was overwhelming, and she once again understood why Marc had been so composed despite that he obviously desired her. Lust whispered dirty words in her ear, telling her to do what she really wanted, and to hell with the painful consequences.
Marc curled one hand around her middle and used the other one to touch Alison’s clit. He didn’t rub it or circle it, but just placed a finger against the hard little nub. “Can you take more of my cock?”
“No idea, but that’s not going to stop me.” Very slowly, very carefully she moved down on her boss’ shaft. “I’ve never been so full,” she whispered in awe when she realised there was simply nothing more to go down on.
A 126 word snippet from Alison does Overtime by Ella Laurance.
Available at: http://goo.gl/tqeFtG
Danny tried not to blush at the compliment. He couldn’t work out whether Crystal was flirting with him, and if so, how he felt about it. Had she assumed he was gay? If that was the case, she couldn’t be more wide of the mark; he was as straight as they came, and having a close relationship with a boss who was utterly open about liking men had never caused him to question his orientation for as much as a minute. Yet something about Crystal intrigued him. She was beautiful by any recognisable measure, with her wide green eyes, full, nude-glossed lips, and long, stockinged legs, and she gave the impression, though he couldn’t have said why, that beneath her outer garments, her underwear was pure silk. But silk or not, there was still a cock tucked away in that underwear. The thought should have made him dismiss her advances out of hand. But it didn’t.
A snippet from Steel City Seductions by Elizabeth Coldwell
Available from http://tinyurl.com/n2tyjx2
I loved "In Threes," BTW. Read it the other night. Look for my full review of BWE on the 28th.
. I’d say whatever he wants me to say, as long as he puts his hands, his mouth on me soon. Or better still his cock deep inside me.
My pussy clenches at that delightful prospect, and my wetness increases. He must be able to see it dripping from between my folds. I lift my hips in silent invitation.
He smiles at me, his eyes glinting wickedly. He might be giving me a hard time just now, but his eyes promise much, much better to come.
“You know, Miss Fischer, yours is quite the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen…” His conversational tone is sharply at odds with the intimacy of the moment and his words. And such words! This is praise indeed. I start to relax. Slightly.
“Mmm, an exquisite little tush you have there. What should we do with it, do you think?”
Lick it, fuck it, do anything you damned well like with it. Please just do something, and do it now.
“Miss Fischer, such impatience. We’ll get around to all those things.”
Oh no, did I say all that out loud?
185 words from The Three Rs by Ashe Barker, available from http://www.amazon.com/Three-Rs-Ashe-Barker-ebook/dp/B00IGEHKI2/ref=sr_1_9?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1392818227&sr=1-9&keywords=ashe+barker
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Micah looked up at her, still licking and lightly nibbling at her. Even more than the physical contact, that smug, satisfied expression on him pushed her further toward the edge. Something about eye contact with a man who truly seemed to enjoy giving oral just did it for her. Not that she’d been fortunate enough to have that experience often.
He licked along her slit and plunged his tongue inside her. She contracted around it and cried out wordlessly. He pulled back, and after a moment replaced his tongue with a finger that quickly found just the right spot inside her. His mouth returned to her clit.
Within her, the explosion built. It had been months since a man had touched her. She’d barely touched herself in that time, in fact. Somehow masturbating after months of having a man to do it for her just hadn’t appealed. She’d built up a backlog, and if Micah kept on with what he was doing to her, she would come harder than she ever had. It hovered there inside her, just waiting for the right touch, the right stroke, to bring the flame to full power.
From Their Home Port by Karenna Colcroft
Available at http://jupitergardens.com/shop/their-home-port/
He was giving an impromptu lesson on cruising gay men to a couple of eager young trans fags.
“It’s all about the body language,” he explained. “See, in gay men’s community, touch is a primary mode of communication. Say I think that guy is cute.”
He raised his brows at me as I was walking slowly past him. I turned slightly to catch his eye and cocked my head, pausing, eyeing his ass.
“So I’d body up to him from behind, see?”
And he did, slowly. I could feel his breath on my skin.
“And then I’d wait,” he said.
I moved back slightly, completing the contact. He wrapped his arms around my waist, settling in behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. Even from behind, I could tell his bulk was mostly muscle.
“See how I waited for him to complete the contact before I wrapped my arms around him? It’s all about the subtle signals. Now I bet, if I trailed my hand along his arm, and tilted my head, he’d follow me. We wouldn’t need to say a word.”
He was right. I followed him. Into the single stall all gender bathroom, and locked the door.
199 words from “A Large Full Meal”, by Xan West, most recently printed in Salacious magazine
http://salaciousmagazine.com/shop/salacious-1-kick-off/
Brilliant. Love the supposed hypotheticalness of it, and your awareness of the subtleties of contact.
i love the economy of words here. nicely done.
Thanks so much to you both for your kind words. They were lovely to come home to after a bad day.
Nice to see more of your stuff, Xan.
“Remember those fantasies we used to talk about? The ones we swore up and down we’d do one day but never did?”
Yes, she remembered. How could she forget? Scrolling through websites of clubs devoted to swingers. Talking about what they would do once they got there. How they would go about seducing other couples. She remembered the plan to walk into a bar separately and pretend to be strangers. Flirt with abandon under the watchful eye of the bartender and the patrons. Leave together even though it appeared as though they just met. She remembered discussions involving stripper poles, public sex, and lots and lots of other naked people. She remembered all right. She remembered that none of this actually occurred.
“Nothing ever happened. Whose fault was that?” Holly is in no mood for this.
“I know, I can be a total asshole. Hear me out, okay?” Clint launches into a plan where they meet regularly for one reason: to live out their sexual fantasies. They could try taboos no one would ever begin to understand. They could try anything. It would be their sexual secret. They could live in a world few lovers ever share.
(200 words) From Involuntary Reflex (forthcoming April 2014) by Robin Juliet http://authorrobinjuliet.wordpress.com
Then, gripping one thigh, he lifted it so her knee rested on the bathroom counter, opening her wide for him. He stopped then, his nostrils flaring as he drew in a deep breath, and setting his jaw, he thrust into her.
Drew bit her lip to keep from crying out. The sensations that flew through her body as Theo made love to her were lightning-quick and just as powerful. They sparked a need so deep that she could do nothing else but fully immerse herself. She pushed back as Theo entered her, determined to give as good as she got. He wasn’t gentle as he grasped her hips. His tight grip bordered on pain as did the slap he delivered to her butt cheek. She cried out as the throbbing in her body mixed with the sting on her behind. He bent, slowing his pace, drawing each thrust into long, delicious strokes, and placed a soft kiss on her spine then followed it with a gentle nip. His hot ragged breath flowed over the skin, heating then cooling, triggering goose bumps.
181 Words from 'EXTINCT' an Erotic Paranormal Romance by Nancy Adams
Totally Bound Early Release Feb 21, 2014
https://www.totallybound.com/extinct
“I saw a pair of shoes today,” he said slowly. “With the strangest soles.”
Claudette scanned his face for any sort of clue. All the veins seemed plumped in his hand as he touched the red geranium at his lapel. The petals scattered like tears, as they drifted from the deep velvet red cluster. Some fell in his lap, against his sex. It was dormant in his pants. He crossed his legs slowly and distractedly as he swirled the brandy, brushing the petals away.
“I want you to touch yourself as I tell you about them, Claudette.”
Her eyes followed the line of his trousers, up his leg, up to the leather belt at his waist, up to the white of his pressed shirt that had wrinkled slightly into the afternoon, up to the stubble along his cheek, up to the fall of his dark hair streaked with grey, to the wallpaper just behind him. She had picked it for this room, white against black, the flowers formal and blooming as if they were thin black lace against white cream.
Claudette swallowed uneasily as she watched the wall. Emile was bringing something to life just behind him, in the shadows…"
From "Red Suede" in the Treasure Chest at ERWA.
Read a review of my book Gardenias in Goodreads at this link: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/803992448
When he pulled out she moaned, not wanting to feel him leave her. He placed one hand over her mouth, silencing her, while his finger continued to tickle her anus. She squirmed beneath him, wanting to feel full again, to feel his cock inside her thrusting with that expertise he had. No man had ever been so forceful with her and she wanted more! He tore at her bodice until it ripped, freeing her full breasts. When his lips found her nipples they hardened until they turned purple and hurt as he nibbled on them. He kneaded her breasts, squeezing them a little too roughly and pulling on them to the point she thought he would tear them from her chest. She liked the rough treatment! Most men were gentle with her and rather selfish and lackluster in their lovemaking. Antonio was just as selfish but nowhere near gentle or lackluster. While other men had sex with her, this man fucked her, and he fucked her good and hard.
She didn't want to wake up. Ever.
From "When The Veil Is Thin", published by House Of Erotica.
Amazon US: http://tinyurl.com/amazon-us-veil
Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/amazon-uk-veil
House Of Erotica (UK): http://tinyurl.com/hoe-veil
When the liberty of the Press shall be restrained, the liberties of the People will be at an end." I think Representative Merriweather Smith, of Virginia, said that, after the Framers of the Constitution tried to force the author of an anonymous newspaper article to identify himself. I'd learned it in journalism school.
The phrase popped into my head as I sucked Harlan's cock through cage bars. Harlan was my anonymous source on a story, and the liberty of the press was being restrained, alright. I was on all fours in his dog cage, hands cuffed behind my back.
"Do you want Master's cum?" he said, taking hold of my chin.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Yes, what?" he said. "Ask for it." His cock began pulsating in my mouth.
"I want Master's cum," I mumbled through his cock. "Please." My mouth watered and cunt dripped. I'd never loved a man's cum so much. I'd never loved a man's cum at all, in fact, not before Harlan.
"Please," I said again. "Please, I want Master's cum." I sucked harder.
From "Freedom of the Press," a story in progress.
So hearing the jazz, I knocked on the door and the hostess answered without any clothes.
And I played with my date’s dick and he played with mine, glancing through doorways where complex groups gang groped each others’ rope bound bodies with eager hands and cocks and dildoes clenched in buttcheeks and wide open cunts spread by fingers.
And somebody else wore assless chaps.
Their loving embraces differed in the sense of the ways they loved one another but differing only in what’s real in what world at what time in the scheme of things.
And the hostess sucked cock.
Yes and the hostess came around and sucked my date’s cock, then someone else’s cock, then the young girl’s cunt who came in after, and the new little blonde got down on her knees, thanking all for the evening to be had by all.
Then she found herself had by all.
And I came with my dick in her mouth, the young girl’s mouth that is, because I caught my date fucking some other guy and I wondered what it would be like to be sucked by a woman.
And he watched me come in her mouth.
This is a complete flasher, entitled "Live Jive Sex Jam Turnabout"
First posted at ERWA 2012.
Check out ohgetagrip.blogspot.com
“I’m going to get your pants off one way or another, so you may as well just help me, or it’s just going to get worse for you.”
Popping the snap, he slid down the zipper, the sound seeming overly loud.
“Hainsey!” Callie sobbed as the tingling down below invaded her whole body. Haines stroked her stomach, now bared in the vee that her undone pants created.
“Ahh, you feel good. Doesn’t it feel good? You have such a beautiful body. Come on, lift that bum.” Still resisting, she shook her head back and forth.
Raking strong fingers down her thighs, Haines bent his head and kissed her tummy, teasing her with his tongue, running it under the soft elastic at the top of her bikini cut panties.
“I wanna bite you.” And he did, lightly through the tough denim, causing her to moan loudly. Her hips rolled, seeking fulfillment.
He was then in a frenzy to remove her pants. Running his hands inside the flaps he’d managed to fashion, he worked and rolled them, tugging as she tried to maintain the façade of disinterest. By the time he’d worked them past her ass, he was sweating.
“What are the chances of you not kicking me, if I release one of your legs from its binding?”
“No chance! You let me have a leg free and I’ll boot you into next week, you bastard!”
Now We're Even
H K Carlton
Amazon http://ASIN.cc/dieXJA
A very nice rhythm to this, H K
Thank you, Daddy X. I was actually hesitant to post following you. I thought the excerpt I chose too tame in comparison to yours. Wow! There was a lot going on after hearing that jazz!
Cheers!
He sat down behind me, so that his eyes were level with my exposed bottom.
I felt myself quiver with the need to close my legs, to hide myself. I was vividly conscious that, with my legs so far apart, he could see my little puckered rosebud as well as everything else.
He had never ventured there before. My mind flickered back to an incident years before, when, in the heat of the moment, as I was on hands and knees, his cock had pressed against it. But I’d giggled, told him he was in the wrong place, and he’d slid into the warm depths of my pussy.
But now, exposed before him, I wondered if he had plans for my bottom.
I swallowed, cautioning myself that I was getting carried away. Surely, he wouldn’t –
His quiet voice interrupted my churning thoughts. “Whatever happens now, I want you to stay completely still,” he said.
I swallowed, then froze as he bent down and stroked his warm tongue along my pussy.
Taken from 'Bend Over Baby' by Melissa Mayhew
Available on Amazon
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bend-Over-Baby-Melissa-Mayhew-ebook/dp/B00IB2X47U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1392840805&sr=8-1&keywords=bend+over+baby
I haven't seen any lesbian excerpts so how about some f/f BDSM
I tapped her right foot, pointing to the slack I’d left in the chains around her legs. “Spread ‘em. Further.”
The table was a bit short and left her legs hanging awkwardly in the air. I needed to find a better position. “Put your feet flat on the surface and bring your heels up close to your ass. Now, push your knees apart.” I could see her pussy clearly. She was soaking wet and in desperate need of relief. My own cunt throbbed in response. “Do you want me to do your clit?”
She groaned, nodded, and clenched her hands on the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white, too far gone for words. I had a good idea what would happen the minute the wax touched her swollen nub. I was right. The minute the large dollop of melted wax hit her clit, her back arched off the stone and she came with a wail, her whole body trembling as her pussy flooded the table with wetness. I’d never seen her come so hard or so long and my own body was jealous of the reaction. It was time for her to pay me back a bit before she enjoyed the next treat I had planned.
This is from Broadening Our Horizons by Beth Wylde part of the anthology, Broadly Bound – Broad Horizons Book #1 from excessica GLBT BDSM (with stories by Beth Wylde, DL King, Syd McGinley and Kathleen Bradean)
Find it at excessica at:
http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=5&products_id=671&zenid=29404af654df230043b2a40b10589d84
And most other ebook distributors like Amazon and B&N, etc…
Beth
http://www.bethwylde.com
More lesbian BDSM:
"Take your clothes off and leave them here on the tiles," I tell her. I reach for a folded towel in the hall closet, and hold it as I watch her silently remove her T-shirt and denim cutoffs, then shrug out of her wet bra and pull down her underpants. Naked above the ankles, she awkwardly bends over to unlace her jogging shoes.
"Turn around to do that," I tell her.
Her face turns redder under her clinging hair. "Yes, Dr. Chalkdust," she squeaks quietly.
Presenting her firm young bottom to me, she tries to untie her shoelaces as quickly as possible, but I pull out the butt-plug I've been keeping in a pocket, and slip it into her before she has finished loosening the first shoe. I can hear her breathing quicken but she knows better than to protest or to pause. I twist the plug experimentally as she raises one foot to remove her shoe. I know that her movement unavoidably changes the angle of her anus in relation to the plug.
– from "Tears from Heaven," scheduled to appear in She Who Must Be Obeyed, an anthology of Domme erotica, edited by D.L. King, from Lethe Press (spring 2014).
This is one of a series of stories told by Dr. Athena Chalkdust. 🙂 Find more in Best Lesbian Erotica 2001 ("Splitting the Infinitive"), Best Lesbian Erotica 2005 ("My Debut as a Slut"), Best Lesbian Erotica 2009 (The Placement of Modifiers") .
Something whistled. A trail of fire raced across her left buttock.
“Ow! Oh my God!” Whoosh! The whip, or switch, or whatever it was, cut a path of agony across her other cheek. “Ay! Ow!”
“Just tell me who you are, lady, and I’ll stop. Until then…”
Whoosh! Another stroke sliced into her flesh. Every blow magnified the pain of the previous one. “Ow! Oh…oh…”
“Talk to me. Let it out.” Whoosh! More pain flared.
He lashed her again and again and yet again, until her arse felt like he’d doused it in kerosene and set it alight. When she thought she couldn’t bear another instant, he moved downward, applying the switch to the even more sensitive skin at the backs of her thighs.
Cecily tried to distance herself from the agony. It’s not pain, she told herself. It’s pleasure. Remarkably, she found herself getting aroused again. It’s not his whip, she imagined. It’s his cock. She felt the echoes of his fingers delving in her quim. Each vicious, searing stroke of the switch brought her closer to spending.
“Damn it, woman, you’re stubborn!” Her captor’s whip clattered to the floor.
197 words from Rajasthani Moon by Lisabet Sarai
http://www.amazon.com/Rajasthani-Moon-Lisabet-Sarai/dp/1781846456/