Written anything hot lately?
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.
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. One snippet per author, please. 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.
He breaks the kiss to start nibbling his way down my neck. Not finding the angle to his liking, he suddenly, effortlessly lifts me from the chair, turns and lays me down with my bare back flat on the table top. He holds both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above my head and, standing between my legs, leans over to look down at me, stroking his other hand the length of my body from neck to waist.
“Beautiful… Holy fuck, so lovely.” He leans down to take my right nipple between his lips.
I squeal, the shock jolting through me even though I had sensed what he intended. His body weight and his hand around my wrists hold me in place as he continues his work. The sensation is everywhere, starting at my nipple, which is now painfully engorged. The tingling pulses radiate out through my whole body, connecting as if by some sort of internal electric current to that spot between my legs, which is now drenched. It feels exquisite, acute, intense, forbidden and overwhelming. I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, this source of ecstatic pleasure.
200 words from Darkening by Ashe Barker, https://www.amazon.com/Darkening-Dark-Side-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01DUAPE5M/ref=sr_1_8?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1468919500&sr=1-8&keywords=ashe+barker#nav-subnav (and now available in WH Smith in the UK)
I straddled his body, settling my pubis over his stiff shaft lengthwise, his hard cock tucked between my slippery labia. Then I slid along his belly, not letting his tip near my opening, trying hard to make contact with my clit, grinding, sloppy, up and down the length of him. Once, on a particularly abandoned curl-and-tuck on my part, he did make the entrance. And it slid into me good. So goddamn easy fucking velvet slick good that I thought I might surrender. It was all I could do to twist from his steely grasp as he struggled to impale me deeper. A slurping sound escaped as he slipped from my greedy entrance.
He gasped. “Whaaa..?”
“Let me,” I suggested.
Again, I crouched over him, holding his arms above his head, slipping and sliding our slickened parts together, tits waving above his face, nipples so hard, so sensitive, all a result of the wet friction going on between our legs. It didn’t take long before we came in tandem, me beating him by a stroke or three. It seemed as though my climax had set him off.
187 words from: “Light My Fire,” now available in “Brand X”
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1W9p4lU
Wanting some distance between herself and the doll, she retreated to her seat. "I'm very tight, and I throb when I come. Have you thought of putting a bullet vibrator in the doll's pussy? Or make it a removable, vibrating pocket pussy? I've used ben wa balls to strengthen my pelvic floor. My lovers liked that very much."
"Lovers?" Jackson straightened up in his chair. Good. She had his attention. "How many lovers do you have?"
"I had four, but I broke off the relationships. They were very clingy. I don't like to be tied down." I can't believe I just said that…
"You don't?" It was no wonder Jackson curled up one lip at her. His eyes danced and gleamed in the florescent lights. My God, he is easy on the eyes. I wonder what he must think of me with the way he's teasing me and twisting my words.
"Not in that way. I've never been tied down to a bed, if that's what you mean. I might like it." Feeling warm, she pressed her legs together. The butterfly buzzed against her throbbing pussy, and she threatened to burst into an orgasmic puddle of goo any second now.
From "Babes" in the Cleis anthology "Begging For It: Erotic Fantasies For Women". https://www.amazon.com/Begging-Fantasy-Rachel-Kramer-Bussel-ebook/dp/B017KXN09M
It says ‘I’ll be in the toilet. Join me.’”
“Are you asking my permission to join him?”
“Of course not. By the time you’ve finished reading the note I’ll be out of the carriage.”
“Doing what, exactly?”
“Having a lust-fuck with a stranger on a train. We don’t speak to each other. He pushes me against the wall and lifts my skirt. I put one foot onto the side of the toilet. He opens his trousers and takes his dick out. He’s already rock hard and he rams it straight into me. I moan and grit my teeth. I push back to meet each thrust. He’s rough, and he bangs me hard. I come very quickly. I scratch his neck and pull his hair. By now I’m grunting. I tell him to come. I urge him to shoot his cum inside me. I tell him to flood my cunt. And he does. I can feel him pulsing time and again, and I know he’s firing more and more of his spunk into me.”
Ian stared open-mouthed, but didn’t interrupt.
“I come again. I’m screaming, pulling him into me, getting as much of his cock as I can… ”
198 words from #6 Amy & Ian in the Pillow Talk Collection
Currently on Sale at 99c (usually $2.99)
Amazon US – http://tinyurl.com/DS-PT-Coll-1
My torso and legs were like those of a furry bodybuilder. My long claws could cut through thick wood. I had a long, bushy tail, with white fur towards my behind, and black towards the tip. I was hairy all over, except where the scratch marks were; that area looked like four parallel trails snaking through fields of grass.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. She had to present herself to him…that is, to me. As far as she was concerned, if I killed her, then so be it. If I ravished her, it would be all her fantasies come true.
She came out of the closet and walked over to the bed, shaking and breathing heavily. She lay on the bed on her back, spreading her legs before my leering eyes. She pulled her bent legs up so both her anus and vulva were exposed to my eyes, which were as wet with tears as my mouth was with saliva. We looked in each other’s eyes, her shuddering and panting, and me looking up at her eyes and down at her holes, up and down, and up and down, again and again. I approached her. https://www.amazon.com/Wolfgang-Werewolf-Erotic-Horror-Novel-ebook/dp/B01HYNIX0O/
'Mawr Gorshin' is my pen name. ^^^
Hidden Design, the Prophecy. By Tia Tormen and CK Stone.
Seth buttoned the front of his shirt, then stepped up close to her, backing her into the wall and pinning her there. He leaned his face close into hers, meeting her eye to eye. A few drops of water dripped from his hair and splashed onto her exposed cleavage. "Smell better now?"
Mikki tried to hide her gasp of surprise as the cool droplets coursed a slow trail down between her breasts. The warmth between her legs spread through her loins and up her body.
Seth's eyes darkened as he gazed deep into hers. She tried to avert her eyes, but found her gaze locked with his. She knew he understood her arousal and had found his own. Seth leaned in towards Mikki and she stretched to meet him. His lips brushed the tops of hers for a brief moment. "We shouldn't."
"Why?" Her hands sought his chest. She trailed her fingers up through the still damp patch of hair and back down to the waistband of his jeans.
A low groan rose from his throat as his lips brushed hers once again. "I can't." He turned his face from hers and placed his hands on the wall above her head bracing himself.
https://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Design-Prophecy-Tia-Tormen-ebook/dp/B01HVYEB02/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1467942369&sr=8-1&keywords=Tia+Tormen
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Print book coming soon!