Sexy Snippets for September

by | September 19, 2015 | Sexy Snippets | 19 comments

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Since today is the 19th of the month, it’s Sexy Snippet Day here at the ERWA blog.

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. Korin I. Dushayl

    Gerbil had reached Tamara’s feet. She paused and smooched the tops, then ran her lips up along the inside of Tamara’s calves. Just before she reached the top of her thighs, she moved to Tamara’s belly and kissed her way up to her small tits.

    Palming one, she licked the other until Tamara’s nipple puckered up enough for her to suckle. Her touch was gentle and she smelled of the sandalwood scent the Lady had chosen for her scrubber.

    Tamara sighed and her muscles eased from steel to rubber. When both her nipples were erect and wet, Gerbil nibbled her way to Tamara’s neck, licked its length, and sucked on her earlobe. Tamara smiled. She swung her whip so the tails landed lightly across Gerbil’s ass. The woman continued to lick and kiss Tamara’s skin from one ear to the other. Tamara hit her again, just a tad harder.

    For a while the only sound in the cabin was the slap of the tails against Gerbil’s ass and the sloppy sound of her kisses. Gradually, the pace of their breathing increased so it could be heard as well. Gerbil moved down, her mouth, hands, and silky red hair caressing Tamara.

    From Spyder's Truth by Korin I. Dushayl
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  2. Vivienne Kaye

    “Umm.” The vibrations made her nipple tighten even more. He drew it out between his lips, getting it as long and stretched as he could before he let it go with a wet plop. She gasped and gripped him harder. “See what you’ve done?” He managed to find the space between her legs, just where her panties had begun to get damp and stick to her. He slid his finger inside them, and then between her swelling pussy lips. He explored her wetness, spreading open her innermost soft folds. He wet his finger in her slit, and then teased the tip of her clit. She jumped, which only brought her closer to his hardness. His arms went under her legs, and the next thing she knew, she was on her back.
    She tried to catch her breath, but he was between her legs now. He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down over her hips. He stopped and held the fullness of her ass cheeks in his palms. “Damn. Just damn.”

    • Lisabet Sarai

      Viviene, do you have a buy link? If not, I'll have to remove your snippet…

    • Vivienne Kaye

      Guess you'll have to remove it. I guess I misunderstood. Sorry for any trouble.

  3. Ashe Barker

    He withdrew his finger, then thrust it back inside her. "Is this how you would do it, Victoria?"
    "N-no Sir, I haven't… I would never…. Oh!"
    She shuddered, and he recognised the first stirrings of her release. He pulled his finger from her cunt. "Very well, tell me then. What did you do that evening, Victoria? How did you touch yourself? Where?"
    He punctuated his probing words by easing her inner lips apart and circling his fingertip just inside. Victoria let out a gasp, then a moan. Moisture leaked from her, dampening her inner thighs as her arousal grew. He stopped, and she lifted her bottom higher, thrusting her hips back towards him.
    "Oh no you don't. I'll give you what you want, but you have to ask me for it. Tell me what you like, girl. What should I do to make you come?"
    "Anything, Sir."
    "Not anything. Something. Tell me."
    She dragged in shuddering breath, then, "Further forward, please. There's a more sensitive place…"
    Her clit. Right. He adjusted his angle so now the tip of his thumb rested between he pussy lips whilst his fingers caressed her swollen bud. "Is this it, Victoria? Is this the place?"

    200 words from A Scandalous Arrangement by Ashe Barker

  4. Lisabet Sarai

    "Naughty little slut! Maybe I need to use my crop after all!" Her actions don't match her words, however. I imagine her seizing her instrument of punishment and throwing me over her lap so that she can chastise me. Instead, she sinks to one knee in front of my pussy and opens me with her mouth and fingers.

    I've been horny all day. The first broad strokes of her tongue are nearly enough to push me over the edge. Sensing this, she backs off, teasing me with licks and nibbles that build the tension without satisfying me. Her fingers probe my slippery depths, but she is expert in avoiding my clit. I grind myself against her mouth, unable to resist trying to take control. She reacts, once again, by pulling away.

    Her cheeks are shiny with my moisture. Her lipstick is smeared. I glance down and see that my bare mons is streaked with crimson, just as I fantasized.

    The sight alone almost makes me come.

    166 words from “Velvet” in Her Own Devices
    Lesbian erotica by Lisabet Sarai

  5. dilokeith

    Without speaking, Justin spread my ass cheeks and dribbled cool lube on my hole. His warm hands and familiar touch relaxed me almost instantly. He lodged what I imagined was a butt plug against my opening and steadied my bound body with one hand while he worked it into me. My moans into the hood became muffled whimpers because the pressure didn’t stop when I expected. The toy must be something else new, I thought, and much larger, or maybe it just seemed that way. Finally, after long, difficult minutes of stretching that bordered on pain at times, my sphincter snapped around the narrow neck. He gave the plug a little twist, changing the angle until I moaned from the prostate stimulation. He kept doing it, and I’d swear I could feel it all the way to my eyebrows.

    “You’re such a slut, and all mine. I love it.”

    His amused tone told me he’d be toying with me tonight, prodding the boundaries of my submission when he wasn’t prodding something else.

    From Make Mine to Go, by Dilo Keith

  6. Christie Adams

    Baring everything to him, she threw her head back, offering her neck for his kisses, a gasp escaping her lips as he bit down on the curve of her shoulder. He moved again, and his teeth fastened on to her nipple, sending brilliant shards of crystal pain through her entire body. Pure sexual pleasure washed over her and around her, the man she held so tightly the source of the eddies and swirls of her sensory overload.

    “Please…Cam…Sir…please –”

    “Come for me, Stacie. Let it go. Fly for me.”

    She needed no further urging – a scream signalled her climax, an orgasmic wave crashed over her again and again with each relentless plunge of her Master’s cock into her body, taking her, claiming her, branding her as his and only his…until the last decadent ripple jolted through her and he came, rigid in her arms, spilling his seed deep inside her.
    Instinct wrapped her arms and legs around his shuddering body, holding him, soothing him, calming him, until his breathing resumed its normal rhythm. And when he looked into her eyes again, she almost stopped breathing at the sight of so much rage to possess.

    Excerpt from Love Is Danger (Club Aegis 2) by Christie Adams

  7. Kenn Dahll

    “Can we not provide the solace he would have given you?” Phanes reached into my undergarment and grasped my half-hard member gently sliding his palm up and down, eliciting low groans from deep in my chest as my shaft hardened. When I did not protest, the tall, olive-hued eunuch bent down and took my rigid pole into his mouth, enveloping it in sensually wet warmth. Ryland bent over and kissed me on the lips while caressing my breast with his left hand. Unable to resist, I lost total control and filled Phanes’ mouth with my warm, white cream.
    When normal breathing resumed, I discovered the pair had removed the remainder of my clothing and their tunics. Lying in the bed on either side of me they snuggled against me slumbering peacefully. Responding to my stirring, Phanes draped an arm over my torso and whispered in my ear: “Sshh, lie still. Let us bring you to even greater heights of pleasure.” The warmth and firmness of his shaft pressing against my hip precluded any protestation I might have wanted to make. Instead, I sighed and leaned closer to the well-developed young man.

    Excerpt from The Hostage by Kenn Dahll

  8. Daddy X

    The Right Line © 2015 Daddy X

    In walks a tall gap-toothed stranger wearing a cowboy hat and glasses. “Where’s all the poontang?” he hollers.

    “Friend,” I say, “right now it’s mostly guys gettin’ off work, but you just made happy hour.”

    “How much?”

    “Dollar drafts. Till six.”

    “Three, then.”

    “Three beers? Now?”

    “Gonna cost more in ten minutes?”

    “Yep. Two-twenty-five each.”

    “Line ‘em up!”

    “Okay. Here you go. Three beers.”

    “Any cunts ever come in?”

    “Yeah, ladies do come ‘round most nights. Start filterin’ in ‘bout seven, seven-thirty.”

    “They like to fuck?”

    “Well, maybe. But you gotta have the right line, man. Else, go find one o’ them bony-ass hookers over by the bowling alley.”

    “Me? Pay for pussy? I don’t think so.”

    “And why’s that?”

    “On account of cunts’s always wantin’ me to fuck them. I be famous for my fuckin’.”

    So I go around back and phone a neighborhood gal. “Yo Delores. Wanna make a quick buck? Got a live one here.”

    Sure enough, on the guy’s third beer, ‘ol Delores sashays in, girl all spillin’ out her halter and little cut-offs. I twitch a thumb towards the idiot.

    She slinks up to his sorry ass. “Hi handsome!”

    He says, “Uh… Ummm… Ahm… Mumum…”

  9. xanwest

    Fire sliding along my cock as I held myself there, deep inside him, just savoring the feel of him around my dick.

    “You feel so hot and tight around my cock. You are pulsing around me. Take a deep breath for me. That’s it. And another one. Yeah. Just one more and hold it. Clench down your pelvic muscles for me, just hold on tight. Hold that breath for me. Don’t let go.”

    I began to pulse my cock into him, letting everything I was feeling drive its way into him through my cock. As if it were the pathway for all of me, and I was going to pour it into his ass, thrust my way into him and through him and up out his mouth.

    “Yes, keep holding it for me. That’s good.”

    His eyes were gigantic, and his ass felt so good clamped on my dick. I drove my nails into his thighs, right at that lovely pressure point at the center of the thigh where it meets the torso.

    “Let it out.”

    He exploded around my dick, cream pouring out of his cock, roars emerging from his mouth. That’s when I began to fuck him.

    199 words from "Facing The Dark" in *Show Yourself To Me: Queer Kink Erotica* by Xan West


  10. Sabrina Stelle

    Gregg said nothing, stroking his cock to firmness less than an inch from her lips. “I did this while listening to you and Jim fucking last night,” he said. “It’s like you were sharing a secret slice of your life together with me. You were, weren’t you.”

    Martina licked her lips. “Yes.”

    “You were teasing me on purpose. It was very naughty of you.”

    “Yes,” Martina said, her voice quivering again. “Yes, it was naughty. Forgive me?”

    “I’m pretty sure I’ll be in a forgiving mood in just a moment.” His breath was starting to get heavy.

    “Do you want me to—”

    “No. Stay right where you are, pretty lady.”


    “Did you think I wouldn’t punish you for teasing me? My turn to be a tease.”

    Martina licked her lips. Her hands rose up to her breasts, sliding softly over her nipples, and the sensation drew soft moans from her throat. Wetness ran down her thighs. Her eyes were locked on his cock, the head of it almost close enough for her to lick but not quite; she watched his hand moving, noting the way his fingers gripped the shaft differently from the tip. She leaned forward—

    “Stay put.”

    200 words from "It Started With a Roux (Crescent City Seductions #2)

  11. PennyThicke

    The sun touches the end of his bed, stretching over a disheveled desk, white sneakers turned gray by repeated abuse, and crumpled blue shorts, size medium.

    His toned legs dangle, feet barely touching the floor.

    He is naked from the waist down.

    His t-­shirt is cotton white and could use a good ironing, but that is all the detail her obstructed view will allow.

    Right now she is not concerned with his clothing choices; she is focused entirely on his hands.

    Long, rough fingers wrap motionless around his erect cock, hands stacked and elbows out like he’s about to swing at a fastball.

    Teeth press into her lower lip and she shifts forward onto her toes.

    Two breathless minutes pass.

    She waits to get a glimpse of what he is holding.

    Finally, he lifts his left hand, exposing a dark pink head, thick and rimmed.

    Glass window panes and distance distort the scene but she can still tell he is throbbing.

    The only sound in the house is her involuntary gasp.

    171-word excerpt from "April and the Unthinkable – A story of voyeurism, self-love and a younger man" by Penny Thicke

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  12. Angelia Sparrow

    Edward was losing. He would be on his knees, crying and begging soon enough. He had one chance, to get inside and lock Nigel out. Then he would call Charles home and make love until both of them slept without dreams.

    “I know how to stop the nightmares, love.” Nigel’s voice turned silky, even as his body stood immobile. “You know I can.” He ran one gentle hand down Edward’s arm, sending tremors through the rest of Edward’s body. “Let me,” he purred in Edward’s ear.

    The battle was lost.

    “Basement,” Edward ground out.

    Nigel hovered at Edward’s side, his seductive whisper weakening Edward’s last resolve even further. “I always know what you need. I’m the only one who ever stopped the nightmares. Sarah couldn’t. All the women you bought couldn’t. Even your dear American can’t.”

    “Don’t.” Edward unlocked the basement.

    “Don’t what, love?” Nigel’s hand clamped hard on the back of his neck, his slim fingers stronger than they looked. “Have you forgotten how this plays out? Mine, darling Edward, and you do as I say.” The little man’s grip tightened uncomfortably until Edward set his jaw against the pain.

    “Don’t talk about Charles,” he said.

    197 word excerpt from _Terror of the Frozen North_ by Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks

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  13. Vamp Writer

    She was having fun, bringing me close and then backing down. I think she was showing Evy how to drive me out of my mind when it was her turn. Maggie finally looked down on my quivering body and moved forward, stepping over and off the table putting her hand up in the air, which Evy slapped in the style of a wrestling tag team match. Evy flew up on the table like Maggie had straddled me. Since there had been no foreplay with her she took a while to be able to take me in. If anything, it heightened my level of punishment not wanting to hurt her and thus not being able to find completion. But she started to warm up and allow a little penetration, then greater still, as she got more into the process. In a few more minutes, she was in full passion, and I was feeling my passion peaking as well. She controlled the joining like she had more experience than she had, perhaps because of the observations and training she had gained from Maggie and me. Finally felling waves of her internal contractions I met her coming with my own.
    Immortal Relations, pg. 65

  14. Roxy Katt

    I turned, tried to look as mousy and insignificant as I could, as little like myself as possible.

    “Yes Miss?” I simpered.

    It seemed as if she was about to ask me something: presumably if I had seen myself anywhere. Then, the worst: “hey, wait a minute, you’re…” she stepped forward, triumph in her eye. I was done.
    But she stepped just a bit too close.

    “Ssshtoommp! Brrrrppp!” went the vacuum attachment as it locked onto her rubberized cunt and held.

    “Huh?’’ Her eyes crossed. She tottered on her great heels, her arms windmilling slightly to keep balance. There was a squeak and a groan as of stretching rubber.

    Oh, the unexpected hazards of wearing rubber! You are sealed in from the cold and from rain, and even chemicals cannot get at you, but you are more helpless than anyone in the face of a rogue vacuum cleaner.

    The vacuum engine instantly began to whine at a higher pitch. Damn, but it must have been some powerful suction there. The hose began to vibrate in my hand alarmingly, and I let go. Obscenely, it began to jerk and slither around like some grotesque and endless, corrugated penis.

    from "Rubber Space Academy" by Roxy Katt

  15. Dragyn Jones

    We continued to double fuck her, me underneath and TJ behind in her ass. She and I were kissing frantically, and I was alternating between fondling her breasts and squeezing my hand between our bodies to get to her clit. Lea screamed and moaned, demanding we fuck her harder, deeper. And we tried. We pumped her relentlessly as she got more excited, and TJ told us he was getting close.

    “Come in my ass,” Lea yelled. “I’ve got to feel that!”

    I held her steady in my arms while TJ erupted inside her. I could feel his cock pulsing through her vaginal walls. She came again hard, barely able to stay on her knees while TJ filled her up. He pulled out of her grip and fell over, looking as satisfied as a kid in Willy Wonka’s private tasting room.

    Her pussy was twitching like crazy around my cock. I stroked her soothingly, but she had now had four orgasms and looked a little shell-shocked. She rolled onto her side, me helping as much as I could, and she collapsed into a panting heap.

    Excerpt from Heartbreakers and Homewreckers, Inc. Episode 3–The Need to Seed

  16. Tonya Kinzer

    Dreams Do Come True – Lesbian romance:

    The warm water beat against her clit before she was ready, and Sandi gasped at the sensations of the full force. When a few streams shot up inside of her, Sandi inhaled. This night was quickly becoming filled with dreams turning into reality beyond what she’d hoped for. Hot lips surrounded her puckered nipple and teeth gently bit down, then harder while the shower nozzle sprayed her pussy.

    “Now turn around and bend over.”

    Sandi followed all of her instructions, resting her hands on the tub edges, wishing Kiera knew about the strap-on she kept hidden in her drawer. Soapy hands slid over her ass cheeks, and Kiera kicked her feet further apart. Her cheeks opened and she was being washed as if for a ritual, tender loving touches until…the soapy finger, too, easily slipped into her ass

    Now it was Kiera’s turn to gasp. “I didn’t realize what a little soap could do, but it slid right in. Hmm…" She traced a wider circle inside Sandi’s tight sphincter muscle and soon the tingly pressure built. Sandi bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, knowing she’d thoroughly enjoy what would happen next.


  17. Kimberly Dean

    Dream Walker – paranormal erotic romance

    He leaned down further over her. His mouth moved up her leg to her quaking inner thigh muscles with undeterred purpose.

    “Let me closer,” he whispered. “I want to be closer.”

    She clutched for him. One hand found the top of his head. The other bit into the straining muscles of his shoulder. He used it to nudge her legs wider to make room for himself between them.

    “Trust me, Shea.”

    His hot breath touched the most private part of her. Her back arched, but he pressed her back down. Catching her behind her knees, he lifted her legs up against her chest. Opening her. Displaying her.

    “Let me in.”

    The first touch of his tongue blew her mind into a million pieces. “I don’t… I can’t…”

    Her breath heaved in her chest, fighting the weight of her legs, her excitement and her need. Yet he was determined. That devious tongue of his swept upward with a slowness that nearly drove her insane. Shea held on by a thread as he licked her pussy lips, probed her opening, and prodded her sensitive clit.

    But then it was onward and upward.

    “Ohhh,” she groaned, so aroused she was shaking the entire couch.

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