Yeah, I know it’s Monday, but look on the bright side. It’s also Sexy Snippet 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.
Enjoy!
~ 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.
Cool fingertips wandered up the inside of my thigh, smearing the damp of my secretions into my bare skin. My clit ached in anticipation. A fresh flow of lubrication made my thighs damper still. “I think that you actually want something else.” He found his way into my folds and began massaging the swollen bud at my centre.
I moaned and arched backward, my body taking over while my mind whirled in confusion and disbelief.
“Who—what —are you?” He slid two fingers deep into my sopping cunt, making me writhe.
“Does it matter?” Now his thumb beat rapidly against my clit, while his fingers stroked my depths. His other hand pumped my breast in the same rhythm. I felt the first shimmers of orgasm, far away like heat lightning on the prairie horizon.
“I am who I am, and I know what you want. What you need.”
147 words from Rendezvous — Halloween erotica by Lisabet Sarai
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“It’s a great feeling, having a man come inside you. I like when we both lie perfectly still while he comes, and I can feel the pulsing of his dick with each spurt.”
“I don’t think I’d like—”
“Come on, Jess. I’ve made you come with a strap-on dozens of times.” Emma moved a little faster, pressed herself a little harder. “Where d’you think strap-ons get their design from?”
Jessica remained silent, not because she didn’t know the answer but because she was about to come. Emma immediately slid down the bed and pushed three fingers inside Jessica’s sex, closing her lips around her clit.
Jessica’s whole body seemed to liquidise, atom by atom, molecule by molecule, cell by cell. A wave moved through her, flowing from her brain down to her chest, picking up speed and intensity as it passed through her belly, surging down to her groin. She arched her back off the bed as the wave finally broke, colours of light exploding somewhere behind her eyes. She screamed, and Emma’s hand was pushing, going deeper, deeper inside her. Jessica forced down onto the hand, feeling herself opening up. A second wave crashed, like an electric shock,
Exactly 200 words from 'Pillow Talk #8 Emma & Jessica'
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The sensation of her clamped skintight around his shaft made his muscles constrict. Her rosette squeezed his cock, squeezed the air from his lungs. Shaking, she whimpered low, needy. He planted soothing kisses across her shoulder, cupping her breasts, and slowly pumped his cock in and out of her ass. So tight. So sweet. She melded against him, asking for everything.
He drove his cock inside Mia full force. Holding on to her hips, he thrust root deep. “Can you take harder?”
“Babe, I want it all.” She glided back and forth on his shaft.
Hearing her beg for it and working herself on his dick had him ready to jet. He held her in place, withdrawing his shaft a few inches. The muscles over his torso tightened from his need to pound into her hard, pound into her balls deep.
Gripping her hips, he slammed into her tight ass, grinding and curving his cock into her. Then he flexed back and pounded into her more extreme—rougher, deeper, harder thrusts with each protracted slam until they neared the point of no return.
“Say it, Mia. Who does this pussy belong to? Who owns you?”
195 words from Collared By The Cowboy Book 6 of the McLemore Bad Boys series
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As my shaft lengthens it fills out to an extent exceeding anything I’ve experienced to date. Ambrogio must have been hung like a horse! Scenes of young men and women ravished by a humongous, almost inhuman, penis flash through my mind. Wow! Talk about a godlike endowment! Selim is sweating profusely from fear of what my massive shaft would do to his virgin ass. What a fool this mortal is. He is still unaware of the nature of my transformation. “Kneel on the pallet and present you plump, tan ass for my pleasure.”
“No, please don’t fuck me. I can not take it!” Selim’s body is wracked from his terror, heightening my enjoyment of the situation.
“I must warn you, my size will result in both excruciating agony and unfathomable ecstasy.” Spying a jar of hair grease next to the mattress, I show a modicum of pity and allow Selim to shove some of the slippery substance through his pucker. Using three fingers, I none too gently, stretch his tight hole as if to accommodate my prodigious bludgeon. Once I feel I’ve sufficiently prepared him to lose his virginity, I relent.
191 words from "Ambrogio" by Kenn Dahll. Available at Excessica.com:
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At the top of the stairs Lilya wagged her bottom free of his intruding hand, emitting a quick slurping sound. 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 breasts, 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 shove. But Lilya wasn’t a killer. Not yet. Nicolai would be happy to oblige her more imperative desires first. Then he could do the job he’d taken on. What a waste, he thought.
Breathing heavily, Lilya fumbled her key card, dropping it to the floor in front of her room. Bending to pick it up provided Morovsky an opportunity to take still further unfair advantage. Once in the room, all pretenses of decorum were off.
187 words from “Spy vs Spy” featured in “The Gonzo Collection” available through eXcessica Press.
http://www.amazon.com/Gonzo-Collection-Daddy-X-ebook/dp/B00WLGVP0K/
Aiden pushed up and fucked Devlin’s fist. In seconds his erection started weeping pre-cum from the slit and his groin filled from the sensation. He hoped it wouldn’t take long for Devlin to get hard, as he’d said, and by the looks of it, he would be right. Aiden sucked in a breath and clenched the pillow underneath his head. He ground his teeth together, trying his best to fend off his climax.
“Oh God, Aiden, I love you!” Devlin leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before thrusting his tongue deep inside Aiden’s mouth.
Aiden pulled away a second and stared into Devlin’s brown eyes. He could get lost in that chocolate gaze for the rest of his existence and not get tired. “I love you, too, Devlin. Damn baby, I’m so close. If we keep doing it this way, I won’t last.”
“Agreed.” Devlin pecked Aiden once more then reached over to the side table drawer.
Aiden licked his lips, waiting for Devlin to get him ready for the next round. The click of the lubricant cap was music to his ears.
186 Words from On the Run PROTEKT SERIES #1 by Michael Mandrake
Buylink – https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/on-the-run
From the novel "Safe Landings" by Kay Brandt
Steven rounded his spine against the hot water blast, and massaged his muscles, rocking from shoulder to shoulder. The soap lathered on his tanned skin created a wonderfully slick landscape for his hands to travel. They slipped down his chiseled chest and circled his lower abs,
right to his hairline, then back up. He wasn't rushing to get clean and get out this time. His mind wandered to sexy thoughts of Jessica, fully in the mood and turned on in the shower with him.
Fantasizing felt like a rare commodity, having quelled his desires to be with her sexually in the wake. He needed to let loose, and allowed his romantic thoughts to travel to her.
He turned to face the water, and let it drench his groin before using the lather as creamy lubricant. His hands scooped around his sacs, softening the whole area between his taut thighs. Balls rolled in his palm, he could just feel the hotness of Jessica's tongue on them, licking the circumference. Left hand gripped on the base, Steven used his right hand as a strong cuff, and stroked his length. He never tired of Jessica's style of blow jobs, and had to stop himself from
daydreaming about her mouth on him frequently at work.
From her knees, she'd look up at him like a naughty, rebellious angel, mouth sliding down his shaft, until it bobbed on the opening of her throat. Swallowing against it, her throat muscles would hug him, and steal his control. Jessica's wet, wrapped tongue made the same
sliding motions around his width as his soapy hand, and corkscrewed from one end to the other. That small, protruding spot just under the rim was where the tip of her tongue danced, tickling as the delicate area swelled and encouraged him to come.
http://www.amazon.com/Safe-Landings-Kay-Brandt-ebook/dp/B014JPWA6S/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDfao0KbcUA
He spun her around. “Hands against the wall; stick your ass out.” His voice sounded rough and growly.
Amazingly, she obeyed. He wondered how he’d missed the exact point at which he’d won her submission. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe she simply wanted him as much as he wanted her. He tested it. Drawing back his hand, he landed a sharp smack on her left cheek, watching as it flattened and sprang back under his hand.
“Ow!” She sounded indignant and frowned over her shoulder, but he noticed she stayed in position. “What was that for?”
“My pleasure.” He smacked the other cheek.
She gasped.
When he slid his fingers between her legs, he found her folds slick and swollen. “And yours.”
She made an indistinct sound. He thought it might be of confusion. She still hadn’t reconciled her own attraction to domination and pain.
“Spread your legs.”
She widened her stance. He brought his hand up, between her legs, spanking her pussy.
“Oh,” she squealed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m spanking your beautiful little pussy. Do you know why, Doctor?”
She shook her head.
He slapped her again. “Answer me with words.”
“No, sir.”
THE HAND OF VENGEANCE (Erotic Sci-fi)
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"It's not wrong to want," Kyle said.
Frost raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Isn't it?"
"No. It's wrong to act on it, if the other person isn't consenting. But desire itself? People need sex just like they need food and water. Wanting isn't wrong."
"What if I what I really want is someone to suck my cock?"
"Lots of guys want their cocks sucked, Frost. That's not that weird."
"Well then…." Frost chewed his lip and Kyle tried not to stare at it. "What if what I really want is for you, Kyle Wadsworth, to crawl over here, unzip my pants, suck me until your jaw is sore, swallow every drop, lick me clean, and then crawl out of the room and leave me alone without saying a word?"
Kyle's heart was trying to climb out of his chest through his throat. "If I said yes, then it wouldn't be wrong."
"It'd be terribly one-sided and unfair, though," Frost said. "Yet it wouldn't be wrong?"
"No. It'd be all right because I'd agreed to it." Kyle licked his lips. "So are you actually asking me to do it? Or is this all theoretical?"
Frost's chest trembled a little as he mustered his answer. "Do it. Do it exactly as I said."
From THE POET AND THE PROPHECY: Magic University Book Four
by Cecilia Tan
Link: http://blog.ceciliatan.com/publications/magic-u
He bit down on her shoulder, tasting salt on her skin, and a shudder ran through her. He managed to angle his cock so that it slid between her legs, pressing against wet heat and scratchy hair. She locked her thighs against it and squirmed, both of them groaning at the sensation.
He held tight against her, only allowing minute movements, each thrust producing exquisite, almost painful friction on his cock.
"Give me fuck, you clanless fefzarger," the wolf-girl demanded. Her tone suggested that the term was not a compliment.
Ota decided to press his advantage a bit. "You have to ask nice," he said, and punctuated it with a slightly more emphatic thrust.
She looked back over her shoulder with that familiar mischievous grin. "Or you punish me by not fuck?" Her tone was amused and skeptical
This was an unexpected response. He hesitated, trying to devise an effective riposte. But she spoke first. "Please to give me fuck," she said, "you clanless fefzarker."
From OTA DISCOVERS FIRE
by Vinnie Tesla
http://www.circlet.com/?page_id=328
He looked up just as she plucked the book from his hands.
“I hope you marked your place,” she said.
Astrastos let her pull him into the nearest room. Without preamble she fastened the curtain and shucked off her clothes, propelling her naked body onto his.
“I want you,” she gasped.
There was no foreplay; she was dripping ready from the moment she entered the tent. Engulfing his mouth in a kiss, Pyrena tore off his loincloth and clawed at his shoulders, climbing his body in her eagerness.
Astrastos was caught off balance; she already had one leg wrapped around his hips and was hauling herself higher. His hands went involuntarily around, clutching her ripe buttocks. She leaped into him, further upsetting his balance. Astrastos stumbled backwards until he connected with the wall.
Shrieking like a wild thing, she hitched both legs around his waist. His erection throbbed between them, crushed against her belly. She tightened her grip on his shoulders and wriggled higher, adjusting her position with feral desperation, bouncing around until finally, with a cry of delight masked by his grateful moan, she slid onto his welcome shaft.
“You’d better hold on,” she growled.
Excerpt from "An Amazon's Equal" by Fionna Guillaume
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B014K1BSIW
When they reached the chaining station, Jim released her and crossed his arms over his chest. "Strip."
"Here, Sir?" Kelly asked, and he noted the hesitation in her voice. This sub did not like being exposed in public, but he wanted to see her, which meant he wasn't offering a choice.
Uncrossing his arms, he leaned in. Since he stood a good eight inches taller, her head didn't quite reach his chin. So when he towered over her, she had to bend her slender neck back to meet his gaze, as she did now. Her eyes were wide with apprehension as she took in his deliberately stern expression. Seeing her quick swallow, he knew she realized her mistake, but spelled it out anyway, to avoid any misunderstanding between them.
"Since we're just gettin' to know each other tonight, subbie, I'm gonna cut you a little slack. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Immediately. No questions asked. Hesitation will earn you a sharp correction. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Her response emerging as little more than a whimper, he could see fear bloom in her eyes. He wanted her unbalanced, not terrified, so he backed off a step.
Excerpt from "A Dom's Dilemma" by Kathryn R. Blake (BDSM)
http://www.amazon.com/ dp/B009OUY24W
She fixed the sunglasses, putting them over her eyes again. "I'm enjoying the first day of summer, of course. What does it look like?" she groaned.
I looked up at the blaring sun, shielding my hand over my eyes. "Damn, isn't it too hot out here?" I looked down at her as she crossed her slender legs.
Staring at her lying there like that, there was no doubt that she was beautiful. Since she had moved back home she had changed a lot. She was always pretty, but after being gone for a year and a half to college she was more beautiful and grown in more ways than one. She had grown a little taller and her hips and breasts filled out more. It was obvious that the time away had done her some good. Although I was almost three years older than her, we had always been close and having her back home made the house more alive again. I had missed her witty humor and hanging out with her like we used to.
"That's the whole point isn't it? Why else would a person go to the pool?"
"Why aren't you in the pool then, smartass?"
Excerpt from "Their Seduction of Chris" by Tasha S. Heart
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/their-seduction-of-chris-tasha-s-heart/1122798956?ean=2940151188197
A YEAR OF SUMMER SHADOWS
Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series Book 2
by Alice Orr
Mark slid his hands down Hailey's back to cup her buttocks and lift her against him and then onto the counter. His tongue was deep in her mouth, and she circled it with her own. They were breathing heavily as he leaned back far enough to reach the hem of the top she was wearing, but she beat him to it.
She pulled her mouth away from his to peal her top over her head. Her breasts strained against her bra, and he could see the dark crests of her nipples through the white lace.
She was ahead of him again, reaching between her breasts to release the hook. The fullness of her flesh pushed past the lace, and she teased it further backward until her breasts were free.
She reached beneath, caressing one in each hand, lifting them toward him, her nipples erect and red. She looked down at her body, and he watched as she moved her thumbs from the pale roundness of her skin to the hard redness of each nipple.
She stroked back and forth, still watching herself and arching her back toward her touch. She dragged her gaze gradually up toward his face as she continued stroking and her eyes turned glazed and lustrous.
“Put your mouth on me,” she said.
Book is at: http://www.amazon.com/author/aliceorr
Alice is at: http://www.aliceorrbooks.com/blog/
So lovely to have so many new authors joining in! As well as old friends (waves to Cecilia and Vinnie!) Remember though, ONLY ONE LINK, which should be a buy link (Alice, I'm talking to you…) I'll let you go with a warning this time, but next time…! ;^) Still a few hours to go, if anyone wants to share with friends!