It’s that time of the month once again… Time for you to share 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.
Feel free to share this with erotic author friends. It’s an open invitation!
Please follow the rules. Last month we had one author who posted a much longer excerpt. She is now banned from posting – but I don’t like being the one who dishes out the punishment…
Still, if your excerpt is more than 200 words or includes more than one link, I’ll remove your comment and prohibit 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 Facebook, Twitter, or wherever else you think your readers hang out.
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.
I adjust my position, inserting one thigh between his legs, to seek out the rigid bulk I know I’ll find there. Ooh, Jimmy! Very nice! I rub myself back and forth over his cock, teasing, feeling him grow even bigger and harder. A shudder runs through his frame and I think for a moment that I’ve gone too far, that he’s already going to come. I try to back away, but he grabs me and pulls me back, grinding his thigh against my pubis.
Even through two layers of cloth, my clit pulses and throbs exquisitely. I reach around and grab his butt cheeks so that I can control the friction. He does the same to me. For I don’t know how long, we stand there tangled up in the doorway, dry-humping each other like two teenagers.
I’m halfway to coming, when he stops suddenly. I start to protest, but he silences me with a rich, delicious kiss. It’s strong and sweet like Greek coffee, brazen tongue probing, shy lips nibbling. I kiss him back eagerly, trying to pour all my gratitude and my lust into the moment.
188 words from Exposure by Lisabet Sarai.
Newly released by Excessica and available here.
Rena had one goal in mind – to get laid. Taking a long drag off the straw nestled in her fruity drink; she scanned the smoked-filled bar for a potential mark. Tonight she didn’t care about getting to know someone. No tonight she only cared about filling the void in her aching pussy.
“Damn,” she cursed under her breath. Tables were full with happy couples, either enjoying drinks or dinner. Soft jazz played in the background. Normally, Rena enjoyed the lazy tempo, but not tonight. She was too busy looking for someone to fill her need. Her desire. Rena’s pussy ached to be fucked. Glancing around the haze she shook her head. Not one guy looked eligible in the place. She considered going to another bar, but decided against it. Not many bars offered rooms above them for the clients to rent by the hour. No, this was the place she intended to find the man to make her pussy sing.
Staring into the mirror behind the bar she gave the room another scan. Still nothing. She couldn’t believe there wasn’t one man in this place to give her the relief she craved.
192 words from Let’s Pretend by Amber Skyze
Available at Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Lets-Pretend-Amber-Skyze-ebook/dp/B00NU9GPZC/ref=sr_1_10?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1413719598&sr=1-10&keywords=amber+skyze
“Bath. Massage. Go. Hurry.” He pecked at her lips after each word. As she turned to leave, her bottom caught a slap. A hard one, she noted. A reminder of what he had mentioned earlier.
After her bath, she descended to the main deck, took a deep breath and entered the beauty treatment room. No Maria. Only Jason sitting in the solitary chair. She walked past the massage table, stood before him with hands clasped behind her back.
Jason raised his eyebrows. “Should you be dressed?”
Slipping out of her clothes, she nearly rolled her eyes at him when he patted his lap. She wanted to resist a little, show him some sass, but daren’t. Something about his pose, the stern expression, and the finger drumming on the armrest stopped her. Her pussy clenched instantly as she lowered her hips over him. He adjusted her position, trailed a finger down the crack of her buttock cheeks, and gave her bud a tickle. Gemma wriggled appreciatively. The gentle prelude ended with the first smack of his hand on her bottom.
Judged by him by Jaye Peaches
http://www.amazon.com/Judged-Him-Sublime-Trust-Book-ebook/dp/B00LFUX93Y
“Yeah. I need to run the bush hog and clear out enough space so my crew can get the big trucks in.”
“Oh. Would you like some coffee?”
What he’d like to do with Jill would scorch her brain—not to mention her hot little cunt. “No, thanks. I’d better get the hog unloaded and start to work.”
“All right.” She sounded disappointed.
His muscles clenched with need. Damn it, if he couldn’t keep his cock under a tight rein, he’d break every rule he’d ever set for himself by hopping in bed with this client before the work got started, much less finished. But Jill, with her needy, dark looks and appraising glances hotter than the flame from a blowtorch, turned him on so, he doubted he’d last through the day.
132 words from Bliss House, by Ann Jacobs
http://www.amazon.com/Bliss-House-Ann-Jacobs-ebook/dp/B00OKILIEA/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1413721286&sr=1-2&keywords=bliss+house
Tyler nearly slipped on the slick floor in his eagerness to obey. Sir put his hands on Tyler’s hips and with no preparation, no warning, slid in. Tyler moaned at the delicious feeling of Sir’s cock in his arse, but he quickly stifled the sound. He hadn’t been commanded to move so he couldn’t rock back but he could tighten down with every thrust, wanting so badly to make this good for Sir.
Sir was not being careful. He just hammered in and out, sometimes hitting his prostate, sometimes not. It was almost better for that. Sir was just using him, and Tyler had to sink his teeth into his arm to keep from making more noise. He could feel the rough tiles under his feet, the lingering steam, and the dull pain of his teeth in his arm, Sir’s hot breath against his neck. He felt full to bursting with pleasure, with satisfaction, with Sir.
Sir’s thrusts became jerkier, and Tyler tightened his arse in quick cadence, milking the orgasm out of him. Sir groaned into his ear, low and rasping, and Tyler had to savagely pinch the head of his cock to calm himself down.
A Weekend Unbound by S. Dora and A. Moore
https://www.totallybound.com/a-weekend-unbound
I am ready to walk away. Fear creeps along my spine. With the centuries I have lived and the things I have seen, this boy is what scares me. There is nothing more terrifying than hope. I rake my eyes over him. He is standing quietly. He looks like he could stand in that position for hours. He has said his piece; he is content to wait for my response. Oh he is more than food, this one. What a gift to offer a vampire. Can I refuse this offering when it's laid out before me? I step back, looking him over, and decide.
I breathe in possibility, watching the pulse in his throat. My senses heighten further as I focus my hunger on him, noticing the minute changes in breath, scenting him. I want to see him tremble. I want to smell his fear. I want to devour his pain, without holding back. Forget this public arena. If there is even a possibility that I might truly let go and move with the beast inside my skin, his growl on my lips and his claws grasping prey, I know exactly where I need to take this boy.
198 words from “Willing”, by Xan West, printed by Cleis Press in Leathermen.
http://www.amazon.com/Leathermen-Erotic-Stories-Simon-Sheppard-ebook/dp/B0078XE0DK/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top
Adam and Sarah are having dinner at a restaurant, and he's just ordered her to go commando.
Her hands disappeared under the table. He wet his lips.
“Don’t you want me to tell you what I’m doing?” Her voice became sultry. She didn’t wait for him to respond.
“I’m inching my dress up over my thighs. There. You look so fierce when your jaw is set like that. In case you wondered, I’m wearing bikini panties.”
She leaned back fractionally. “I have both thumbs hooked over their waistband. I’m raising my butt. To throw off anyone who may be watching I’ll lean over and kiss you.”
Her soft lips burned his. She sat back down and grinned broadly. “I’m sliding them down my legs. First one foot, and then the second.”
She paused and scowled at him. “I won’t crawl under the table and blow you. But here is a memento of this little kinky display you concocted. Enjoy.”
She laid her hand on his crotch. He grabbed for it, but she jerked away and smiled triumphantly. His fingers curled around her bikini panty.
The Reunion, by Adriana Kraft
Winner, 2014 Bisexual Book awards, Best Erotic Fiction
http://www.amazon.com/The-Reunion-ebook/dp/B00F30CTLK
After supper, Ruthie went to the freezer and got dessert.
“I love ice cream,” said Sol as he spooned it up.
Ruthie smiled. “I know.” She leaned over and licked some from his lips.
He sat very still. She left her chair, knelt beside him on the floor, and put her head on his lap. At once, she felt his big hand on her hair and he stroked and stroked. She moved between his legs and pressed her body against his chest and belly and crotch. She reached up under his sweater and felt his nipples through his thin undershirt – they were sagging some, but so what. We all sag eventually. She put her hand on his belly and felt the hair around his belly button. She moved her hand and Sol sighed.
“It feels good when you rub,” he said softly, so she rubbed there, and then she rubbed lower. “You’d better stop. I don’t know what will happen.”
She looked up at his face. He was an old man. His cheeks were red, covered with tiny broken capillaries, and his eyes watered.
“I’m an old man,” he said, and Ruthie said, “But can you still get it up?”
Anna Watson, “September Song” from Slaphapy: Girl/Boy Smut/Mrs. M: A Book of Erotic Stories, A Lust Double from Laz-E-Femme Press
http://www.amazon.com/Slaphappy-Girl-Smut-Erotic-Stories/dp/0996030409/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1413728518&sr=1-2&keywords=slaphappy
In a few minutes, Dr. Fleisher knocked on the door of the
examining room. “Come in,” Mrs. Manning called.He found her sitting on the edge of the table. She had taken off the long skirt of her dress, but left the bodice with the high,
lacy collar. Her graceful, curved arms rested at each side of
her like wings. Her bare hands sat unmoving in her lap. They
looked soft and comfortable, the nails trimmed and neat.
She had neglected to unfold the blanket. The square it made
barely covered her ample hips, and ended mid-thigh, so he
could see her legs dangling lazily, and her pampered looking
feet. Before he could stop the thought, he found himself thinking
that she looked lovely. It horrifi ed him. He had certainly
found other hysterics attractive, but it was always an objective
observation. “Mrs. Manning,” he whispered hoarsely, “Unfold
the blanket and lie down.” He turned his head, listening to the
sounds of Mrs. Manning shifting her body and the blanket
into place. When silence fell, he said, “Ready?” “Yes,” she answered.
Her eyes were closed as if in rapture, the lids fluttering
almost imperceptibly, her lips parted, pink and moist.
Alicia Wag, “Mrs. M: A Case of Female Hysteria” from Slaphapy: Girl/Boy Smut/Mrs. M: A Book of Erotic Stories, A Lust Double from Laz-E-Femme Press
http://www.amazon.com/Slaphappy-Girl-Smut-Erotic-Stories/dp/0996030409/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1413728518&sr=1-2&keywords=slaphappy
I glance over my shoulder, uncertain what to expect next. He just smiles at me as he washes his hands, his actions slow and deliberate.
“Open your legs, girl.”
I do it, wrapping my hands around the pipework as he inserts two fingers into my pussy.
“Sir, I… Thank you.” I squeeze around him, lifting my bum higher.
“You like this?”
“Yes, yes, Sir. Very much.”
“Are you intending to come?”
“I’d like to, Sir.”
“Maybe later. For now, we’ll settle for rinsing this gunk away.” He withdraws his fingers and reaches for the shower head. He directs the spray right at my wide open pussy, swilling away any remaining semen. It would seem that my cunt is cleansed to his satisfaction as he turns his attention to my clit.
I grit my teeth, the recollection of his instructions not to climax still vivid. This is not easy. I groan as my pleasure builds.
“Ouch.” I flinch as a hard slap lands on my bum.
“Just to remind you to pay attention and not get carried away.”
“I apologise, Sir.”
“Apology accepted, little sub. Stand straight now while I finish rinsing you off.”
193 words from Rich Promise by Ashe Barker, book 3 in A Richness of Swallows series, https://www.totallybound.com/rich-promise
He towered over me, looking down on me, his eyes glowing bright in defiance. His wide nostrils flared and snorted; a red blush seeped through his dark skin; several long, curly locks escaped the ponytail constraining his thick, black mane as he whipped it from side to side; his heavy, hoof-like hands clopped onto my shoulders. He knows better than to touch me, and there is no way he simply made a mistake, not one that grave. And the “bitch” comment? So, sub, you want your punishment to be hard, do you? It looks like this is going to be your lucky day, and mine.
When Orlando stubbornly shook his head this morning and said no to whipping up some Chocolate of the Gods, when he slapped his hands on his narrow hips and thrust out his broad chest as he tried to stare me down, when he forced the issue and tried to fight me for control, my stomach rolled, my shoulders pulled back and my fingers twitched, eager to mark his flesh. My body instinctively knew and reacted to what he was really trying to communicate, what he couldn’t let himself ask for. My body is still reacting.
200 words from the upcoming Prequel in the Devil You Know Kink Club series. Book One, Velvet Purrs In Paradise is available at Amazon in Kindle and paperback at http://leya69.me/16CzNxU.
Gabe unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his lap. “Now, where were we?” he coaxed.
“You were going to make me whimper with delight.”
“Oh, yeah.” His lips descended on hers and she tasted faint vestiges of coffee as his tongue swept across hers. Candace sighed into his mouth. If they kept this up, she would be laid out flat on the helicopter floor. Gabe cradled her in one arm while his other hand slid up her thigh, wrinkling her silk dress in the process. The material would be rumpled, but who gave a damn? Gabe’s touch was pure ecstasy. Quivers of excitement launched deep in her abdomen as his fingers dipped beneath the scalloped edge of her lace panties. She spread her legs to allow him uninhibited access.
Any further distractions were forgotten as she succumbed to the erotic rhythm of Gabe’s thick fingers sliding in and out of her slick wetness. She wantonly bucked her hips back and forth, squeezing the walls of her pussy with each motion. A white-hot heat spiraled through her, setting her whole body on fire. She’d barely known Gabe three weeks, yet she was allowing him to finger-fuck her in a helicopter.
200 word excerpt from Man at Work, Book 1 in Chanta Rand's Love Under Construction series. Available at Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble. http://goo.gl/GtkwLf
Macsen swallowed a groan, reached down with his right hand and tangled his fingers in blond hair, urged Bran onward. Bran’s laughter came to him as humming vibrations, more pleasure. The world was reduced to those sensations, Bran’s mouth full of fire and wet, generous tongue. Easily, he sped toward the inevitable peak of his pleasure. When had he lost control?
“You broke the game, Bran…”
The name escaped him in a long, drawn out groan, and Bran pulled his mouth away to speak. His breath was cool and hot by turns.
“Didn't break it, just changed the rules.”
A little at a time he worked his tongue in lazy spirals. Despite himself, Macsen found his fingers growing lax as he focused all his attention into the sensitive nerves Bran stimulated. Wet fingers probed at the entrance to Macsen’s body, and he shuddered, gave up his struggle. Bran could win this round—he was already enjoying his loss. He wanted nothing so much now as Bran inside him, but he couldn't bring himself to ask, to beg. Soft lips moved up and down again, teased him with suction, pressure, tongue.
“So much tongue.”
193 words from The Circle Unbroken, book two of the Eight Kingdoms series! Check out this book and book one, Dark Side of the Sun, at https://www.totallybound.com/series/eight-kingdoms
Kier watched Lydia's bonny pink arse twitch as she pranced over to one of the arrow slits and peered out.
When she returned, she held lengths of the worn linen they used as towels. She again smiled at him.
He distrusted that impish smile, accompanied as it was by twinkling eyes.
"So," she said. "Kieran was wrong. Kieran's been a naughty fellow indeed." She took his arm by the wrist and brought it to the bedpost above his head, and wrapped a strip of linen around both, binding him.
Bold she was, and lust curled deep in his belly. His prick twitched with dawning arousal. "I daresay I've been a bad, bad boy."
"Oh, yes." She took another linen strip, rolled him onto his back and trussed the other hand high.
Then she walked away from him. What did she have in mind?
She dipped a third swatch of fabric into a ewer of water, and let the chilly liquid drip onto his chest, then swished it back and forth from nipple to nipple. They tightened into taut little kernels, and his cock jumped, stiff and hard as an oaken club.
Her smile broadened. "I like this," she said.
Snippet from "Temptation in Tartan," historical romance from Suz deMello. TT is the first novel in the Highland Vampires series and was a #1 bestseller at ARE, where it can be found here:
http://bit.ly/ScotVamp
He lowered his face until his lips brushed against hers, like a breeze through the heather in the meadow. Never before kissed by a man, she froze in both fear and arousal, alert to his touch but unable to move. His lips traveled from hers to her cheek, her chin, and her neck, and upon reaching her throat, she gasped with excitement. Yes, she wanted to feel his lips upon her skin, his hands upon her body. Why had Mother kept her in this tower, away from the world? What was out there that scared Mother so?
His gentle touch aroused more goose bumps on her sensitive skin, eager for teasing and the feel of his wet tongue on her warm flesh. His mouth sucked on her skin, bringing forth a gasp of breath from her in both alarm and excitement. She wrapped her arms around his back, slowly at first, and then with more urgency. He felt rugged and manly, qualities she had only heard about but never before experienced.
"Climbing Her Tower" (erotic Rapunzel)
http://tinyurl.com/climbing-amazon-us
“Looking for this?” Kelly held my little baggie of prime weed as though it were a leftover sandwich that she was about to throw in the garbage.
She was wearing a retro black satin corset with garters that stretched sheer black stockings over her slim, winter-pale legs. She stood on tiptoes and tossed her streaked honey-blonde hair as she leaned against the frame of the door to my room as though she thought I would whip out my cell phone and take her photo.
I was in no mood to play with her. “Give me that,” I told her.
“Finders keepers,” she laughed.
I pushed my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose, the better to glare at her. “How old are you, girl?” The question was rhetorical.
I had known Kelly since we first met in Madame Cuvier’s Grade Ten French class in high school. Now we were two graduate students in a Canadian university, sharing an apartment like two frugal, responsible adults.
– from "Alpha Male" in Rose Caraway's Dirty Thirty, audio anthology, soon to be released by Stupid Fish Productions, http://www.thekissmequicks.com/stupidfishproductions/
Her response was a plaintive, nostalgic smile and a slight touch of her hand to his cheek. He slowly lowered his head, brushed his lips across hers, and then snuggled his face into the bounty of her breasts, as he slowly, methodically, began to unbutton her silk blouse with both hands. He could smell her on the fingers he had used to open her pussy. She was fragrant, lovely, clean yet musky, earthy and overpowering. She let one hand, her left, fall as she brought his right fingertips, so recently inside of her, up to her mouth, slipped them into her wet, luscious mouth, and sucked. She locked him in a magnetic gaze and felt his breath upon her wrist, he was so close. She ran her tongue between each of his long broad fingers as she watched him watch her. He was mad with pain and passion. He could tell her passion for him so evident. Her head fell backward as she arched her neck into his kisses. His lips were soft, eager, insistent. She was ready for all he had to give, all he could take from her. Room service would be fine, later, and could wait…
199 word excerpt from 'The Park' recently released in "Memories & Kisses" by Muffy Wilson, published by Yellow Silk Dreams and available everywhere fine Literotica is sold. Thank you.
https://ganxy.com/i/97419/muffy-wilson/memories-kisses
Hurting yet?” Mark asked under his breath, never taking his eyes off her arm as he continued to work.
The tip of the needle pressed in hard and steady, scraping along her skin. The “routine” of being tattooed was already becoming evident to her: it was a continuous dragging pressure, punctuated by the rough, wiping motions of Mark’s other gloved hand, grasping a bloodied damp cleansing cloth. Brief pauses for him to infuse the gun with more ink, but those were the only breaks. He kept up the pressure. Continuous pressure. Drawing in the lines, creating a bloody, ink-smeared path.
She noticed that Mark occasionally smiled a little – that sexy grin – as if having some inner thought about something he found…amusing.
This sadist is actually enjoying this! Damn, what a sick, twisted profession.
“I’m fine, thanks. And thanks so much for your concern.” Something in her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting her to admit it hurt this much already. Submissive, yes, but not a wimp. Not a baby. Definitely not a quitter. She viewed herself as strong and independent and tough. Able to take whatever someone dished out. “No Whining” was her motto. Usually.
— Excerpt, 198 words, from Bound & Inked by Sheri Savill. Not sure a link will look as it should so I'll just point out that everything you could possibly want to know about my background, my writing, and my books and humor, is all on my website (sherisavill.com). Thanks!
“Be quiet.” He pushed up her skirt and exposed her bare bum as she was never allowed to wear undergarments. Thrusting his fingers into her clit he pushed them in deep and worked her. She moaned and he worked her even harder. Need spiralled through her, and her pussy ached. A deep, clenching throb came from deep within her womanly cave.
His breath came out in short labored pants. His cock surged, the bulge stretching the cloth of his trousers. He pulled his fingers out and licked the saturated digits, leaving her upset and unsatisfied.
She sank to her knees, aligned her mouth ready and tugged at the fastenings of his trousers. Once released from its imprisonment, the engorged member speared between her parted lips. In a gulping swallow she drew it into her throat.
She sucked and licked, grazed the ridge with her teeth. Inserting her finger into his bum hole, she pushed with all her strength. With a loud, guttural growl he exploded inside her. He came with such force she almost choked on his cum as it spurted down her throat.
Excerpt 184 words from Marlow's Revenge by KC Vixen (me)
http://carnal-candies.wix.com/kcvixen-1#!marlows-revenge/c1twi
His fingers slid between her legs then thrust into her. She gasped into his mouth and he chuckled.
“I always tell myself I’m going to take you slowly and savor every moment, but we both know this is going to be fast and hard.” Zane picked her up then turned and trapped her against the wall.
She slid her hands down his back and pushed at the waistband of his jeans until they slid off his hips. His cock pressed between her legs. He stopped, then looked at her as he thrust into her. Ravyn saw what he was feeling as he became a part of her. He wasn’t indifferent. He was as lost in her as she was in him. “Zane.” She kissed him, then said his name again, softly, then kissed him again.
He pressed his forehead against hers as he thrust into her. His chest rose and fell with every breath as he thrust harder and deeper. He kissed her again. “Come for me, Ravyn.”
She moaned then flew apart in his arms. He continued to pump into her, every now and then stopping, then continuing again, and she knew he was holding back his own pleasure.
Excerpt 200 words from Zane's Choice by Mardi Maxwell.
http://www.amazon.com/Zanes-Choice-Mystique-Publishing-Allure-ebook/dp/B00N9HDCC4