It’s that time again – time to heat up the Internet with your hottest erotic prose. Today’s the 19th of January, which means it’s Sexy Snippets Day!
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. 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. I’ll say no more!
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.
Once they got into the elevator, Sandi pressed Kiera against the back wall, her tongue sweeping Kiera’s mouth as she sucked away every breath she had. Kiera laced her fingers behind Sandi’s nape, pulling her in for a deeper kiss. A moan slipped from Kiera’s throat before letting go of the fist of hair she held. Out of breath, Kiera stared into sultry hazel green eyes. “Damnit, woman…you make me wet.”
“Good, then I’m getting my message through.” Sandi trailed her hand down Kiera’s back to cup her ass and squeeze. “I can’t wait to lick you dry, slut.”
“Only for you, mistress!” Kiera unlocked the door and Sandi closed it behind them and turned the deadbolt. Kiera leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched Sandi drop her purse on the counter and grab two champagne flutes, and fill an ice bucket.
Sandi looked back at Kiera. “You’re not naked yet.”
“I can’t take my eyes off of your sexy body. Come on, let’s get the bedroom set up. I’ve got plans for you.” Kiera slapped her ass as Sandi passed in front of her.
Sandi set the ice bucket on the night stand along with the glasses. She reached for the champagne, twisted it down into the ice and turned toward Kiera, sucking in her lower lip as her gaze moved over Kiera’s body. Kiera could easily see that Sandi had also had too much to drink as she envisioned Sandi naked, her full rounded breasts with their hard dark rose nipples.
Finally Sandi took in a deep breath. “Turn around so I can unzip your dress.”
“Only if I unzip yours first. You turn around.” Sandi did and Kiera took her time moving the zipper lower until it reached her ass. Pushing the dress from her shoulders, it pooled at Sandi’s feet. “Leave it.” Kiera unhooked her bra, let it drop and hugged her lover from behind, one hand cupping a breast and the other slipped inside her thong to tickle the slight patch of pubic hair.
***From Dreams Do Come True, bk 1, Through His Lens series
New Release Date: Jan 23, 2014
http://www.tonyakinzer.com/through-his-lens-series