Sexy Snippets for July

by | July 19, 2015 | Sexy Snippets | 18 comments

I know it’s the weekend. You’re probably busy with all sorts of summer fun. However, I want to remind you that it’s also Sexy Snippets Day

This is your chance to share the hottest mini-excerpts you can find from your published work. 

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 post excerpts
only from published work (or work that is free for download), not works
in progress. The goal, after all, is to titillate your readers and
seduce them into buying your books!

Feel free to share this with erotic author friends. It’s an open invitation!

Of course I expect you to
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

Lisabet Sarai

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.


  1. Lisabet Sarai

    Each stroke built on the pain of the previous one. Her whole rear burned, as the man behind her methodically applied the whip to her ass, her thighs, and her shoulders. She twisted and writhed, trying in vain to avoid the lashes. The bonds held her taut.

    Gregory used an uneven rhythm, so that she could not anticipate the blows. There would be a pause of several breaths, then he would rain four or five quick strokes on her quivering flesh.

    She could no longer feel the individual strands of the whip. All had blended into a hot haze of pain, streaking up and down her body. Tears pricked her eyes. She wished that she could see her tormentor. Perhaps that would give her courage.

    Even as this thought came to her, he stopped. She felt his palms cupping her buttocks. Even against her inflamed skin, his touch was hot. Now she felt him sliding his fingers into her cunt, probing and massaging.

    She knew she was drenched, that the beating had left her sex more swollen and hungry than before. “Just testing,” said Gregory with his characteristic mocking tone. “I want to make sure that you are enjoying yourself.”

    200 words from Raw Silk by Lisabet Sarai

    • Daddy X

      Chilling. Yum.

  2. Daddy X

    After settling the bill, Morovsky followed the gorgeous young woman, lagging a judicious step behind. Up the wide staircase, one hand under Lilya’s tight little dress, finding no underwear to impede his way. He adopted a kind of improvised bowler’s grip. Pressed two fingers easily into her already soppy cunt—the thumb popped past her hard sphincter—a challenge to maintain while climbing stairs. He could feel his stubby digits being manipulated inside, twisting and bending in slick synchrony as she clumsily lifted each leg.
    At the top of the stairs Lilya wagged her bottom free of his intruding hand, which produced a quick slurping sound upon exit. She spun before he reached the final steps, her braless cleavage hovering level with the dark man’s bristly jaw. “Oh, Nicolai. I’ve missed you so.” Placing her arms around his shoulders, she tenderly kissed his balding head.
    Morovsky dipped his face to her heaving bosom, nuzzling into the exposed flesh, overcome with lust, his instinctual spy’s click of a defense mechanism wishing he hadn’t left himself so vulnerable. Standing with his back to the long flight of stairs stretched down behind him. If she’d wanted, she could simply have given a little…

    "Spy versus Spy," featured in The Gonzo Collection, available through Excessica Press

  3. Ginger Segreti

    “Untie his binding and return to my side.”

    I strode back to Theseus, my mind and body a tumultuous medley of emotions. My avidity to be taken transmuted into an intense compulsion to dominate him. I was overwhelmed by the need to punish him, both for his submission and for taking Mistress’ attention away from me. ‘Would this affect her behavior with me?’ I worried. Not that she had ever displayed anything beyond a supportive teacher pupil relationship with me. I sighed heavily, as the whirlwind of introspection within me intensified.

    I grasped his hands in mine and held the pliant yielding of a sapling–not the mighty oak that had stood there, not just a moment ago. I changed my mind. Mistress knew her power over people and wielded it sparingly.

    Loosening his bindings, I whispered, “I’ll have you later. Bound and gagged. You’ll be mine.”

    I flicked my tongue on his ear and stared as his blood engorged his groin, fueling an erection that stood proudly as I returned to Mistress.

    Mistress Charm watched me, her face serious; her eyes dancing with humor. I assumed my expression betrayed my lust as diligently as Theseus’ body revealed his arousal.

    200 words from Mistress Charm’s New Pupil
    Copyright ©2015 Ginger Segreti. All rights, including electronic,
    reserved by the author. Do not reproduce in any form without the
    author’s express permission.


  4. Daddy X

    Nice combo there, Ginger.

  5. Anonymous

    “When I see a pretty boy on his knees in the bathroom, eying my cock, I’m going to make some assumptions. Do you want to suck it?”
    Josh froze. Was this a test? Was sucking the president’s cock part of pledge initiation?
    “Of course it’s totally voluntary, pledge. There’s zero tolerance for hazing at Harrison, especially sexual hazing. You just looked hungry.”
    Josh hoped the heated blush that covered his face wasn’t as obvious at it felt. He wasn’t gay. He liked girls. He liked their tits and their softness and their nice smell. But he couldn’t deny the thoughts that popped up when he saw a nice set of washboard abs – like the ones exposed by the opening of Mike’s robe.
    Furthermore, Mike quoting the Harrison College hazing regulation while addressing as him as a pledge? No one had to tell Josh the way the Alphas eliminated “hazing” was by making sure that any loyalty test didn’t carry that label. The pledge who started whining about hazing would quickly learn that the freshman dorms were actually quite comfortable. Sucking Mike’s cock could make the difference between Josh being initiated or not.
    “I’ve never. . .”
    “Luckily I’m a good teacher."

    200 words from Initiated on Video Book 1: Claimed by F.J. Smith © 2015.

    Available via free promotion from Amazon through July 20th:

    • Daddy X

      Hmmm… Hazing… What a great idea!

  6. JP

    “G’night.” Sean couldn’t stop himself from looking around as he walked quickly to his car, just in case Arturo was watching him from the shadows. Seeing no sign of the sexy vampire, he shrugged, opened the car door, and slid in. He gasped when he realized he had company sitting on the passenger seat. “What’s up, Arturo?”
    The vampire’s eyes gleamed in the darkness of the car’s interior. “Your cock in about five seconds." He cupped a hand behind Sean’s head and pulled him in for a long, searing kiss.
    “Jesus,” Sean mumbled into Arturo’s open mouth before he met the young vampire’s searching tongue with his own. The silky slide of tongue on tongue had Sean’s heart racing a mile a minute and his cock, as Arturo had predicted, was as hard as iron. Then Arturo’s lithe, hard body was straddling Sean’s thighs and their mouths were locked, the intensity of his kiss driving every sensible thought from Sean’s mind. Arturo ripped Sean’s shirt open then lowered his head to lave and nibble at Sean’s nipples until he thought he might just scream from the force of an ecstasy he had never in all his thirty-two years of life experienced.
    Jesus fucking Christ.

    From The Vampire and the P.I.

  7. Daddy X

    Hi JP!
    Dark and sultry clip.

  8. daily hollow

    Roxanne’s hand found Daisy’s and guided it toward her crotch, placing it among her folds. Daisy teased her clit with her thumb, while slowly inserting two fingers into her opening. Daisy’s lips vibrated as Roxanne moaned into her mouth.
    When they parted, Roxanne’s blue eyes were nearly closed-her beautiful mouth forming a small ‘O’. Daisy inserted a third finger then smiled as her girlfriend shuddered.
    “What’s the matter, cold?” Daisy teased.
    “Huh, uh.”
    Daisy guided the sexy brunette toward the shore, teasing her clit and pussy. Once they were waist deep she gently tugged one of Roxanne’s hard nipples with her teeth.
    Roxanne tensed.
    Daisy cupped her girlfriend’s firm ass with her free hand. Roxanne let out another moan.
    “You’re sexy as hell,” Daisy whispered around a mouthful of nipple. She curved her fingers, running them along Roxanne’s g-spot.
    A few minutes later Roxanne leaned forward and squealed into Daisy’s shoulder. She was getting close.
    Please say it, Daisy begged to herself.
    She ran her tongue along the tip of Roxanne’s dark nipple, The Brunette moaned her approval.
    Come on, say it!
    Roxanne closed her eyes. “I’m…Oh God, I’m…uh…”
    Daisy’s fingers spiraled inside her lover’s tight pussy.

  9. Joe Mudak

    “Yes, professor. I’m definitely feeling better,” she spoke slowly, suppressing her desire to giggle at how sultry she was trying to make her voice sound.
    “I think I know why you’re here…”
    “Do you?” She tossed her hair back and placed her hands on her knees.
    “Of course! I’m sure you understand why I can’t allow you to re-take the exam, don’t you?”
    When Carolyn neither confirmed or denied his statement, Professor Barnes continued, “For all I know, you left the classroom to look up the answers or the process for doing your lab work. It would be unfair to let you take the test at a later date, and I’m not going to create a special exam for you.”
    She closed her eyes for a moment and then leaned forward, placing her hands on the professor’s shoulders. “But Professor Barnes, surely you know that I’m not that kind of girl…” She clicked her tongue. “Is there …” she started to run her fingers down his shirt. “…anything I can do to help change your mind?”
    “What… What’re you…”
    “Shhhhhh!” She placed a finger in front of his mouth and sidled closer to him.

    From The Bimbonic Plague by Joe Mudak

  10. Firetulip

    Her forehead creased and surprise zipped across her beautiful eyes. She parted her lips
    as if to say something, but he sealed them with his. While his tongue explored her mouth,
    he cupped her buttocks and raised her off the carpeted floor. Her graceful legs wrapped
    around his hips, while she hung to him by his shoulders. By now she was his playful
    kitten. Her hard, hungry kiss spurred him. His passion fused and merged with hers. He
    fueled her need by plunging in his tongue, nibbling her bottom lip, barely letting her
    come up for air.
    He pressed her backside against the wall, rubbing his erection on her abdomen. Damn
    it, she was so hot he could explode before he had her naked. In the past, he’d always
    savored every second of their lovemaking by taking it slow and postponing the climax.
    She broke the kiss and arched her back, jamming her breasts against his chest. Her
    fingers dug into his hair and pulled him to her bosom. “Take me, Tom. Make me scream
    your name.”
    He smiled at the urgency in her voice. She was exactly where he wanted her. Hot and
    wanton. He lowered her feet to the floor then wiggled a remote from his jeans pocket.
    The cool leather of the chair caressed his skin. At the press of a button, soft music filled
    the room.
    “Strip for me,” he demanded.

    "Love Remains" by Zrinka Jelic

  11. Easily Aroused

    It begins with four lengths of black silk, each of them two feet long and two inches wide. I secure them about her wrists and her ankles, then use the free ends to bind her to the four corners of the bedstead. Her outer clothes and her lingerie already lie scattered about the bedroom floor. Her skin is milky in the light of the candles I lit before I started to unzip her dress.

    Her jade gaze follows me intently as I move around the bed securing her. Her mouth glistens in the half-light, damp with expectation. My own lips press together in a contented smile. That’s the frame of mind I wanted to provoke in her. Expectant. Slowly, I approach her and carefully cover her eyes with the blindfold I retrieve from my pocket”

    “Can you see?” I ask.

    She shakes her head.

    “That’s good.”

    Now that I’ve stripped her of her clothes, her freedom, and her sight, I can gather the tools I require. My preparations complete, I sit down on the firm mattress next to her, taking in the glory of her nakedness.

    Excerpt from 'Roué', taken from the compilation "Compulsive Ardour" by Easily Aroused

  12. Jillian Boyd

    Sam’s hands were softer than I remembered them to be. Free of the guitar string-induced callouses he once boasted, they roamed the expanse of my naked body, mapping out every inch of me like a carnal cartographer, taking their time. His lips were able assistants, following suit on his hands and kissing, sucking and nibbling their way around.
    It was only when his hands reached my mound that he seemed to falter. He looked down at me, his eyes questioning and wanting.
    “Can I… please…” he stammered, as if he wanted to shred that last niggling fear of crossing this boundary. My answer was to grab his hand and take it where it wanted to go. He let out a moan as his fingers danced across my pussy lips, finding my plump clit.
    “God, Lara, you feel so wet. So amazing.”
    His fingers circled around my little bud, only briefly, but effectively. I felt a little shock of ecstatic static running through me, making me moan.
    Sam pulled back, briefly taken aback, which made me giggle. “It’s okay,” I said. “Feels good. I’ve not been touched like that in a long while.”
    “Touched like what?” said Sam, continuing his circles.

    Extract from "Mates" by Jillian Boyd, published in Best Erotic Romance of the Year Vol. 1, edited by Kristina Wright.

  13. S.Lira

    Cyrus inched in, feeling Zane’s hot breath tickling his upper lip. “You can, you should, and shit, Zane, we should.” Not wanting to talk anymore, Cyrus grabbed Zane and yanked him in, pressing his lips onto Zane’s. The moment their mouths connected, Cyrus swore he’d seen colorful stars exploding behind his eyelids. Something he’d never seen since he’d been with….
    Never mind.
    Zane’s arms tangled about his neck and he seemed to close whatever distance there was between them in one move. Their bodies melted into each other’s. Zane spread his lips, allowing Cyrus to drink from his mouth. Even as their tongues flowed over each other, a moan ripped from Zane’s body, one Cyrus could tell Zane was trying to hide.
    “You got on too many damn clothes!” Cyrus yanked Zane’s T-shirt over his head, revealing his taut chest. Cyrus rubbed his nipples with the tip of his fingers while they fought for prominence in each other’s mouths. He pulled Zane into the room, guiding him to the couch. “Here. This is where I want you, right here and now.”


    From Wounded Hearts by Remmy Duchene and BLMorticia

  14. Deborah Pannette

    She gazed upon his bound and golden form, framed within a halo of his glossy, black hair.
    “I have never seen another to match you for masculine beauty. I could not imagine another young man to match you.”
    He arched up to meet her. His nerves were giving off little spasms of pleasure. Like tiny orgasms, they trailed up his body and back.
    “I am a match for you, Tanya,” he said, staring into the twin lights of her eyes, “in every way.”
    “You made sure of that.”
    He cried out, as she crushed her breasts to him. He buried his face into her shoulder as she engulfed him within the snug, wet heat that was her sex.
    So hot, so tight.
    Her rhythm was firm…slow at first, then becoming harder and more demanding.
    Ziyan felt an intense and pleasurable pressure. His body was limp beneath her, helpless against his captor’s onslaught.
    He felt energy building within him. He almost laughed for joy.
    “Yes, Ziyan.” The sorceress said.
    “I know what I have done in making you as you are.

    Excerpt is from, The Incubus Stories by, Jennie Lee Schade

  15. Melody Jerva

    At the first lap of his soft tongue, her hips pushed toward him. A suppressed moan escaped her. She sighed as her head fell back. He slipped one finger into her and slowly began to thrust in and out.
    "You're so tight, Ella," he said as he added another finger. She groaned with the familiar sensation his fingers provoked. "Rett," she sighed.
    "I'm going to bring you right up to the edge, but I'm not letting you go over without me. Once I get deep inside you, I'm afraid it's not going to last long. I've wanted you too much, for too long." Then his lips curved around her core and she cried out. As he flicked his tongue over and over again, her breath started to come in little pants. Her entire pelvis felt like it was on fire and her legs began to quiver. "Please, Rett," she whimpered, not entirely sure what she was begging him for.
    He crawled back up her body and took her mouth with a passion that she had never experienced. She could taste herself on his tongue and it was intoxicating. She could feel the tip of him at her entrance.

    Exerpt from "Ella's Gifts" by Melody Jerva

  16. Avid Tallstory

    I could tell Star was starting to feel horny with all the testosterone of four horny guys in the back of the limo, each one happy to give her a hard cock, Anthony decided he would keep his dick in his pants but said “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”? Star sat back in the seat and spread her legs wide, putting one leg over my knee her wedding dress pulled up so everyone could see what she had to offer, I don’t think I will ever forget the look on each face when the guys seen the sexy white lingerie with crotch less panties she was wearing.
    Star leant over towards me and kissed me then said, is it all right with you Avid if one of them kisses my hot wet pussy?
    Of course it is love, if that is what you would like? Seeing Tony’s big fat cock made her horny and she wanted to let them know how good she felt but just a little taste, just enough to tease the hell out of them and then make them wait the twenty five minute limo ride back to the room, we hired a penthouse suite for two weeks and we were going to make the most of every minute.
    Bernie was first to go down and smooth his tongue over her wet pussy slurping the lustful flavour she had to offer, this bought a huge smile on his face when he lifted his head to breath, after a couple of huge laps he sat back on the seat holding his swollen cock tightly in his hands, the outline of his dick bulging and showing through his pants, he was showing Star just how ready he was to enter her and show how hot Bernie is. He smiled and said “Oh yeah hell yeah that is a tasty pussy Thank you”

    This title is Hot Introductions By Avid Tallstory.
    Other Titles by the same Author are The Threeway Collector, Fantasy Island, The Hot Sweet Ride.

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