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
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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.
He turned his gaze back to the wall while his companion sheathed himself. In moments, he felt that big body covering his own, and hot breath against his ear.
“That’s it. Spread your arms and legs for me,” the man murmured.
This is it, he thought. No turning back now. Tonight, I become a man…
His lover pushed his cock home. For a moment, Kees fought against the overwhelming pressure, but then he relaxed, and the thick length pushed inside. It filled him a fraction at a time, until he was skewered, pinned to the mattress like a butterfly in some museum exhibit. The man gave him a moment to get used to being so completely full, then he began to thrust—slowly at first, but then gathering pace. Fucking him, driving him to respond with full-throated gasps and grunts that vocalized his need.
From The Pride of Amsterdam – Lionhearts Book One
http://www.amazon.com/Pride-Amsterdam-Lionhearts-Book-ebook/dp/B00SBEZGPG/
Tamara pushed aside panels of satiny silk until she revealed the Lady's beautiful, spectacular breasts, four times larger than her own. Sobbing with joy and the euphoria of sub space, Tamara licked from the Lady's chest to her dark, puckered nipple, caressing one breast with her palm while she tongued the other. She suckled and the Lady moaned, her aroma now overpowering Tamara's.
Kissing her way through the silks across the Lady's soft, rounded belly, Tamara eased her shaking body backwards. She settled between the Lady's fleshy thighs and pulled apart her tender outer lips, covered in soft, dark curls. Inhaling the mouth watering fragrance, she dipped her tongue into the scrumptious juices. They both moaned and Tamara plunged deeper, caressing the Lady's engorged clit with her lips, thrusting her tongue into her slit, lapping at the ever-flowing ambrosia.
When the Lady gasped and shuddered, her juices gushed out even faster and Tamara sucked as much as she could into her mouth. The Lady came again, then yanked Tamara's hair, pulling her up to lay in the Lady's arms. "Such a pretty little toy."
From Spyder's Trouble, an erotic space opera by Korin I. Dushayl. http://transgressivewriter.com/spyder.php
I climb onto the bed again, pushing her feet apart with my knees. She's open and wet for me. She watches as I slide my end of the dildo into my own wet pussy, then slide the ring over the dildo and snap the snaps and buckle the buckles to strap myself in. The harness isn't totally necessary, the end that's in me is fat and round, but I'm so slick and I want to fuck her hard; I don't want to have to worry about things slipping.
I lean over her and catch myself with my hands on either side of her shoulders. She whispers, "Is this really real? Am I really yours?"
"Yes," I breathe as I slide into her. Her smile, her bruised lips and reddened and bruised skin, it all glows with a light I've never seen in anyone else — no matter how hard I hit or how gently I caressed — much less myself. Her chin tilts back, her eyes half-close, she falls back into her sensitized skin, stops talking, starts moaning.
From "Ray's Honey Pots," an ongoing story updated almost daily. The story starts here: http://msmyrrh.blogspot.com/2014/12/fiction-rays-honey-pots-part-one.html
Excerpt from Superior Room Service by Joe Mudak
http://www.amazon.com/Superior-Room-Service-Joe-Mudak-ebook/dp/B00BX6HEJ0/
He opened his door and casually adjusted his boxers.
Stella walked right into his room and led him to his bed. She placed her hand on the center of his chest and pushed him onto his back. She quickly climbed on top of him kissed him with an intensity that left no doubt what, exactly, she wanted from him before she started grinding into his leg.
He reached up and began to grope at her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing at her flesh wherever he could. Nick let it be known that he appreciated her presence, even if he hadn’t quite been expecting this powerful of a welcome.
She sat up and took off her bra. Once off, she tossed it across his room. “Do you like what you see?”
He smiled broadly in appreciation.
“Would you like to see a little more?”
He had already lowered his hands to her hips and started to tug gently at the elastic of her panties. She quickly smacked his hands away. “Not yet… Fresh!”
“What? Oh. Sorry.”
“That’s right you’re sorry. Don’t forget who’s in charge here…”
“I won’t.”
“Good. Now tell me. Who’s in charge?”
“Y-you are.”
Excerpt from "Memories & Kisses" a three story book by Muffy Wilson…
I awake to pounding on my chest; I am being rattled and something is covering my mouth and nose. I cough, retch, and then vomit the last vestiges of the ocean from my body. My mouth is filled with grit, sand, and the salty taste of taffy. I open my eyes and see God reaching down toward me. He leans over me and the salty ocean water drips from his face to mine. He is big, strong, and gasping; he is surrounded in a glowing aura which intensifies his white hair and white beard. I am frightened. I must be dead. But that cannot be! How foolish I am. He sits me up, tenderly and gently helps me to my feet, all the while holding me securely with large strong hands and then he speaks to me.
“Are you alright, miss? You scared me near to death when I saw you walk into the surf. Why in the world….Where do you live?”
I am alive to my senses.
“Wha. . . ?” My knees weaken and I fall further into his arms. Quickly, he catches my descent.
“Where are you staying? Shall I call the police?”
I can feel my heart pounding against his chest.
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This is partway through a spanking scene in "Room 269", part of my anthology "Naughty Shorts", full of spanking, submission and a little bit of romance:
Jake continued to spank, covering her now-naked bottom in bright red marks. He built up a rhythm, a fairly fast-paced hard wallop that made her take big, deep breaths, exhaling on the strikes to cope with the pain. It came over her in waves, the initial pain of the strike followed by a warm glow that rippled out from the impact point. All her nerve endings seemed to be on fire, and she was desperate for orgasmic release. Jake did such a good job of winding her up, all the things he so deliberately did, knowing the exact effect his actions had on her.
He finished with a crescendo of hard hits, in the same spot, one set on each side. Kerry managed a wry grin – he was landing them on her ‘sit spot’ and knew that every time she sat down for the next day or two, she’d feel the results of his handiwork.
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Slowly, he removed the mask, revealing a young, pasty white, clean shaven face with bloodshot, piercing, green eyes glowing like emerald gemstones, and long, jet black hair, combed back and shimmering in the fading moonlight. The finely sculpted chest and arms complimented his rippled stomach muscles, all glistening beneath the open vest. It was a man from Damien’s past.
“Is that you, Gabriel?” He couldn’t recall his last name. “How do you appear out of nowhere and do those amazing stunts, like walking on top of the fence?”
“Yes,” he admitted his identity but ignored the last question.
“But why are you here now? You cut me off and disappeared. You told me you wanted an older man.”
Although Damien’s robe was tied shut, he could feel his dick bounce, stiffening at the sight of Gabriel. He clasped his hands together in front of his crotch, attempting to conceal his erection.
“I see you’re still attracted to me. It’s a long story; I will tell you later. Tell me, are you still trying to live the life of Peter Pan?”
Damien tried to better conceal his arousal.
“Please don’t hide your goods. I like the looks of your erection.”
From Blood, Sweat and Black Leather published by Yellow Silk Dreams
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"Debbie Do" by Pete Symes
“Well you’re not doing me like Cheryl on that conference room table. Ever.” Debbie stated flatly.
I choked a bit on my drink and looked into Debbie's now defiant brown eyes. She continued, “It was just a few weeks after I started there. I was struggling to keep up with the workload and working late. Cheryl told me she had something to take care of and would be in the conference room. I had a question and went up to find her. I walked in to see her long legs sticking up in the air and you pounding into her while she was splayed out on the table. I admit I was taken aback, but I couldn’t turn away as I watched your skinny little ass bouncing on that Amazon bitch. She must of fucked everyone of you editor boys, and made no secret about it amongst us women. Even me, and I was brand new. But that’s when I saw it. You pulled way up an out of her big nasty pussy and I was transfixed as I saw that enormous knob on your cock split her wide as you pulled it up and out and then rammed it home again.
http://www.amazon.com/Debbie-Do-Pete-Symes-ebook/dp/B00DETSLFK
Excerpt from "The World of Cherry 2" by Kay Brandt
~an explicit, all-girl journey inside the private life of a lesbian madam and her women-only sex club~
Harlow's blonde bush is like sweet cream in my hand. I walk her to the bath, cupping her delicate gem. She sings in my ear, “You're frisky this morning.”
Her little mound wiggles in between my fingers, leaving sweet icing for me to taste before she plunges into the tub. “It's the late afternoon.”
I tip-toe into the water opposite her, sensitive to the
temperature. “We can stay in the bath for as long as we want.”
“Until we shrivel?” Harlow sinks in to her shoulders, smiling playfully. Her breasts bubble to the surface and lay there tranquilly.
“We'll probably get hungry before then.” She pours the lavender-laced water down my shins and calves before massaging my feet. My eyes roll back, thoroughly lost as her fingertips intuitively find my pressure points, and then slips them between my toes.
“My goodness, Harlow, you have quite a talent.” It's like a slice of heaven being naked with my female lover, bathed in frothy essential oils. The aromatics from the flower petals send me drifting into a blissful state of calm. There's nothing in the world I'd rather be doing, and my mind is at peace. I remove my feet from her hands, and swim into her open legs, landing with the grace of a butterfly on a fresh bud.
Our naked bodies float together in the large tub, lifted by
the water, with flowers on our skin. Petals wash up between our chests and I press my bosom to hers, tickling the satiny flower pieces on the tips of her puckered nipples.
Harlow giggles, blue eyes twinkling in the candlelight reflecting off the water's surface. “You're mine, now.”
“Yes,” I agree, rocking our full breasts together, back and forth. “Feel how wet I am, baby.”
Her laughter is contagious. I envy her ability to be so free with emotions. “I love your smile, almost as much as I love your twat.”
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Excerpt from Doves (Love in Los Angeles, Book 2)
Amazon preorder: http://www.amazon.com/Doves/dp/B00S2FUNJS
Author site: http://Avian30.com
Once they get inside, they make it as far as the foyer before Paul pushes Alex up against the wall and kisses him hard. Alex whimpers and lets himself be pushed, fisting his hands in Paul’s hair.
“I realize this is a total cliché,” Paul says breathlessly as he strokes his hands up and down Alex’s sides.
“I don’t know, night of your greatest triumph’s working out pretty well for me,” Alex manages, straining forward to keep kissing Paul or at the very least nuzzle his cheek. It’s been months since Paul has touched him like this and he wants. “Upstairs?”
Paul nods but starts unbuttoning Alex’s shirt instead.
“What are you doing?” Alex asks breathlessly. Paul’s hands on him, even just doing that, feel so good he can barely keep his eyes open.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
Alex digs his fingers into Paul’s jacket and pushes him away. Paul looks devastated for a moment, but then Alex smirks at him. “Upstairs,” he repeats and saunters toward the stairs.
Paul races after him.
Amazon preorder: http://www.amazon.com/Doves/dp/B00S2FUNJS
Author site: http://Avian30.com
“Let me take you, Ruby. Let me bind you. Let go, for once, fully and completely, and allow me to show you who you really are, who you can be.”
I break away, panting, search his face. There is no mockery in his velvet eyes, no arrogance, only pure and burning desire. My knees are rubber. I want him, want what he’s offering, even though I am afraid.
“Trust me, Ruby,” he murmurs in my ear, “as I trusted you.”
The blood is hot in my cheeks. All my visions return, my secret, shameful imaginings of my own ravishment. He knows, he sees. I cannot speak, but I nod my assent.
He is a practiced sailor. He removes my few clothes and lashes me with my back to the main mast with seaman-like precision. He wraps the ropes around me, under my arms and then across my chest, so my swollen breasts jut out between the two lashings and my nipples brazenly beg for attention. Several lengths of rope circle the mast and my waist. The braided hemp rasps against my skin. It should be painful, but somehow at this moment, every sensation is pleasure.
195 words from Nasty Business by Lisabet Sarai
Coming this Friday from Fireborn Publishing
Excerpt from Secret Tactics by Dixie Hart
“Wow, that looks big and tasty,” Casey said, licking her lips and giving him a look that promised paradise. His cock grew harder. She recognized that this guy was on the edge of not being able to deny her anything. He was almost at the point that he’d answer whatever she wanted.
“I bet you wanna suck it,” Flaco said, as his breathing became heavier. Casey knew he was becoming more vulnerable, and she was going to maintain control – only Flaco should lose control.
He was leaning back, arms at the sides of the desk. Casey seized the opportunity and quickly handcuffed one of his wrists to the handle of the top drawer on the desk. With her other hand, she grabbed his swollen cock.
“What the fuck?” he exploded.
Casey fully expected to go into the whole police routine at that moment. She would tell him that she was undercover and that she was going to question him. But Flaco gave her a better opening.
“Wow, you’re one of those kinky elves, huh? Cool. Sure, go ahead. Lock me up and use me.”
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Excerpt from Reef Magic (1st book in anthology At the Beach)
"Do you like to kiss, Mia?" he asked, feeling awkward, as if he were a teenager again.
Mia reached up to gently stroke his stubbled chin. "Oh yes," she breathed," I like to kiss and stroke and lick and…"
He nearly came right there.
"…and I want to do everything."
With these beautiful words ringing in his ears, he was again wrong-footed when Mia suddenly sat up, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him over onto his back. Then she swung her legs over his hips and straddled him. His cock pressed against the fair hair of her pussy. Bending forward, she kissed him again. Harder this time. "You're lovely," she said, "and I want to enjoy my lovely gift."
God this girl was good. Stan usually managed to stuff up somehow, but he'd got this right.
As she stared down at him, Mia caressed his seven day old beard. "You look like a pirate, Alex," she announced with her happy, beaming smile. "A blonde, tanned, grizzled pirate. Handsome and dashing and daring, about to ravish his young, female captive."
Alex grinned at her flight of fancy. "I don't think I'm the one who's doing the ravishing."
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"Business With Pleasure" by Abi Aiken & Rozlyn Sparks
She whimpered as his long, strong fingers worked her blouse free from the tight waistband of her skirt. The instant his fingertips met the skin of her back she shuddered with desire and hooked her arm around his neck. Anton threw his hands down onto the generous breadth of her ass and lifted her—actually lifted her bodily—and spun around. She clamped her thighs around his waist and let the dizziness of movement and need fill her senses.
Anton pressed her back against the nearest wall, so hard it knocked the breath from her lungs. He stood tall, holding her up with the pressure of his chest and the strength of his thighs. His hands, so strong for an indoorsman, slid up the gully of her skirt and hooked her panties. With one mighty tug he tore them from her body and tossed them, probing at her mouth with his soft tongue all the while. The crackle of his zip sent a fresh wave of sinful want through Juliette's body and she squeezed herself against the tastefully-clothed hardness of her young soon-to-be lover.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Business-Pleasure-Abi-Aiken-ebook/dp/B00SDGU28S
We decided to show our lady guests how the three of us shared our enjoyment of each other through mental sharing during sex. Starting with Maggie on the bottom edge of the table, I performed cunnilingus, with her legs draped over my back. Evy held the table steady at the other end, to keep Maggie from falling off. Maggie had opened her mind fully to the five observers, and I could tell she was enjoying the teaching experience and their reaction to it, almost as much as her build up to orgasm, after which Evy had her turn. Then, I thought it might be easier for our observes to stay connected to the minds of Maggie and Evy to view the joint male-female sexual experience, at least to start with, and if that wasn't too confusing, then they could try to tap into my mind at the same time as theirs on the next go around. From page 121 of "Immortal Relations" http://amzn.com/B006ZCBT6G by G.D. Ogan.
California Renegade by Elise Covert
“Ren, are you doing something dangerous?”
He smiled, but it wasn’t a real smile. It was a response to a stupid question.
“Everything I do is dangerous, Mer.” He looked at me again then. “Including fucking you.”
He was quiet for a while and I almost fell back asleep when he spoke again.
“I mean it when I say I want you. In a nice way. But, I also mean it like I told you before. When you came so hard that your thighs were running with your juices and I licked you. Before I took you. Do you remember what I said?”
Oh, yes, I remembered.
“That I was your woman. That you don’t want another cock anywhere near me. That you want to fill me with your cum and fuck me until I can’t stand. That you want me to be addicted to you.”
I whispered the litany I had been playing in my head ever since he said the words.
He nodded. “Yes, like that. Just like that.”
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Excerpt from "Labels" by Jean Roberta, a story in Appetites: Tales of Lesbian Lust, edited by Ily Goyanes (Liz McMullen's Bedtime Stories).
Candace squirmed in her seat, composing an email to send to Whizz. "Dear Whizz," she began. But a greeting like that might sound both presumptuous and old-fashioned. Imagining Whizz's expression, Candace felt the heat of embarrassment, and of something else.
The weight of her breasts was held by a knot at the back of her neck. Candace untied the two sides of the halter and pulled her top over her head. She took a deep breath, watching her nipples harden in the cool air of the room. This is what I have to offer you, she thought. I know you were tempted. You could hardly tear your eyes away.
“How do you do, I’m a dyke,” Whizz had said. As though that explained it all.
“Dear Whizz, I’m sure that isn’t the name your parents gave you. When did your name change, and when did you know who you are? Did those things happen at about the same time? When did you know you wanted to spend your life fixing cars, or did you? Did your father always treat you like a son, and is that why you took over his business? When did you know you liked girls??”
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Excerpt from GRIND by Kait Gamble (Totally Bound | Early Download – 6 Feb 2015 | General Release – 6 Mar 2015)
Cara’s entire nervous system buzzed with anticipation. Sitting barely a breath apart, their thighs brushed whenever the car’s turns shifted them but that was enough to send shockwaves of sensation through her.
A side-glance at him gave her the impression that he was completely unfazed by the contact. That was until she reached his tense jaw and clenched hands.
The privacy partition was up between them and the driver, so there wasn’t much chance of being seen or heard.
Cara shifted closer and nipped the rough ridge of Jason’s chin on her way up to his ear. “What are you waiting for?”
In a flash, he dragged Cara into his arms and, with a twist, flipped her beneath him. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
She wriggled against his very impressive erection. “Oh, I think I have an idea.”
He pressed harder against her so she could feel every inch of him. “I think we should play this my way.”
If it was one thing she knew, Cara loved letting him have his way. She’d give just as good as she got in return—which, from his reaction, he enjoyed as much as she did.
“Oh, really?”
Jason grinned slyly as he slowly skimmed his hands up her legs, her dress traveling up with his hands. “How about we play a game?”
“What kind of game?” Cara hooked a leg around his hip.
The car swerved around a corner, the movement crushing them closer together as he dropped his mouth to her neck. “I want you to stay as quiet as you can.”
Cara could hear her pulse in her ears, feel it in her throat. “While you do what?” His touch inched upward and she knew exactly what he had in mind.
He slipped his fingers past the scrap of silk that was her panties and eased into her, eliciting a gasp then a moan as he began to move them. When she mewled, his movement ceased. “Not a sound or I stop.”
https://www.totallybound.com/grind
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24528324-grind
So much so that it had spilled over into even Zach’s limited social media presence. He barely used Facebook, and he’d never gotten the hang of Twitter. And yet he knew about the rabid fangirls. That was another score for The Avengers, then—truly mass-market appeal. If only there were mass-market gift-buying options.
Sighing, he tried to empty his mind and concentrate on the film. The more he tried to force an idea to present itself, the less likely it would be to happen. He’d just enjoy the entertainment and keep his fingers crossed that his subconscious provided something useful.
Once he’d made the decision, it wasn’t difficult to get sucked back into the narrative. It was engaging, easy-going and fun. Zach surprised himself by thoroughly enjoying the entire thing. Reese would be pleased when the next film came out at the cinema and he offered to go along with her.
He’d keep his new found admiration quiet for now, though. He didn’t want to arouse her suspicions, although she was bound to know he was planning something for her milestone birthday.
The question remained—what the hell could he do or buy to blow her away?
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-different-kind-of-cosplay/