Sexy Snippets for November

by | November 19, 2016 | Sexy Snippets | 14 comments

It’s that time again! Are you excited? 

Want to get the rest of us excited?

Today’s your chance, because once again 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. No extra promo text, please!

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.


~ 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

    My arms and back began to ache. I'm not young any more. Still, he offered his body to me, mutely asking for my power, my pain.

    Finally, it was I who couldn't take any more. I unfastened the handcuffs. He crumpled to the floor. Was he unconscious? I crouched beside him, rolling him over on his back.

    "Colonel? Are you all right?"

    He opened his eyes and smiled, though his voice was a weak whisper. "Oh yes. Thank you, Ajarn." He let his eyes close again, exhausted, but his face was calm and relaxed.

    There he was, simultaneously so vulnerable, and so strong. With that cock of his still rearing up between those sinewy thighs. I had no choice.

    I reached for his trousers. As I hoped, I found a condom. I straddled his skinny body and lowered my slippery cunt.

    His cock convulsed as my heat engulfed him. "Don't come, slave," I warned, "or I'll beat you some more." He said nothing, but I could swear that he struggled not to grin. Leaning over, I forced my nipple into his mouth. "Suck on this, slave, and be grateful. Maybe after I climax, I'll let you come."

    197 words from Bangkok Noir by Lisabet Sarai

  2. Ginger

    Heading back, I took my time. They’d reconfigured themselves. Catalina remained at the far side of the booth but Mr. 309 had moved from across the table to sit next to her. Her fingers danced across his neck, ears and head, her body angled toward him, the rest of the restaurant a backdrop. She exuded heat.

    My anticipation intensified. Given the opportunity, I’d play tonight.

    I sat down next to him, pressing him between the two of us, and began lightly stroking his thigh. “So, I was thinking about what comes next.”

    The look upon his face showed utter captivation with Catalina.

    “I’d love to bend you over and pepper that ass with heat while you tongue fuck her. Let’s see it.”

    Blind obedience mixed with arousal. He stared at me, his expression less than love-struck, more than lust-dumb. A spark passed across his face. Almost in slow motion, he cocked his head and fumbled with his belt.

    158 words from Can We Have A Foursome, by Ginger Segreti

  3. Ashe Barker

    Christa tilted her head back, allowing it to sway from side to side. She wanted, needed, whimpered in ecstasy as the flogger found her clit again, then her pussy lips. She was there, almost, hovering on the brink, straining, reaching. Just one more, just one…
    Johan flicked his wrist again, the stroke not especially hard but perfectly timed and delivered with pin-point accuracy. The fronds whipped her clit, their biting caress shimmering across the over-stimulated cluster of nerves. It was enough; too much. She shattered. White light exploded behind her eyelids, her body shuddered, her knees buckled. Johan seized her around the waist, taking her weight as her world swayed under her feet. Christa collapsed against him, dizzy, incoherent, mindless.
    Moments passed, her senses spun. Or it may have been hours: she didn’t know, and cared less. She muttered in submissive appreciation as he reached down to grasp one of her knees. He lifted her leg to open her to him. With a single, sure thrust he buried his cock inside her, then raised her other knee to wrap her legs around him as he pinned her to the cross with his body.

    193 words from Rough Diamonds, by Ashe Barker

  4. Anni Fife

    His mouth was hot and hungry. His tongue probing at my heat. He was taking what he wanted. This wasn’t the gentle lover who coaxed me to orgasm, mindful of my lack of experience. This was an alpha predator, taking what belonged to him.
    He eased back, his skilled tongue invading my sensitive folds. Sucking and licking. Constantly circling but never touching my begging clit.
    Oh God, please!
    His tongue flicked and my hips surged.
    “Easy, baby.”
    With casual strength, he held me down and continued to feast. Circling my engorged nub, he never let up. It was like an electric storm lashing at me. Brutal and Insatiable. Beautiful and Irresistible.
    I was on fire.
    His hands dropped to slip beneath my ass. He lifted me to his mouth and started to lick his way down my crease. Rich cream seeped from my core and I could feel him lap it up as his mouth moved down. Down.
    Oh God!
    His reached that dark, secret place that nobody else had ever touched and his tongue circled.
    Threads of liquid heat started to spread. Connect. Duplicate.
    I was aflame. Burning alive.

    **NEW RELEASE** 191 words from Luke’s Redemption by Anni Fife
    A Contemporary Romantic Suspense (Erotic)

  5. R.B. O'Brien

    She sloshed into the tub with me and the glass smashed against the floor, its sound an echo of our tension in that moment. It excited me and pissed me off at once and before I knew it, I had her over my knees, her stomach against my erection as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it uncomfortably, pulling back as far as I could. I began smacking her ass, hard and fast. I gave her no breaks to catch her breath and I pulled her long locks of gold ever harder as I unleashed on her now blotched, dark pink ass cheeks.
    “You needed this?” I said between gritted teeth, and smacked relentlessly, yet again yanking her neck back by her hair even more forcibly. The water splashed around us, losing its heat, becoming tepid.
    “Count Rose. How many lies have you told me? Perhaps for every lie, you deserve a spank.”
    I smacked. Hard. “Count!”
    “One,” she stuttered. “One,” she repeated with clarity.
    “Good girl. That is for your first name.”
    I hit her again.
    “Two,” she screamed out.
    “That is for your last name.”
    “Three,” she whispered.
    “Louder,” I ordered. “I can’t hear you.”
    From: THORNE: Rose's Dark Secret (Book 2)

  6. Daddy X

    196 words from “Tenters”, a story in “Brand X” about folks who have threesomes under blankets:

    Things went on like that for another month or so. Sometime we said, “No way can we do it again!” At first we would let her come in, just to hang out. But then she’d keep pestering us. She’d hike up her skirt so we would see her white cotton panties with all the black curls sticking out. She’d diddle herself on the sofa, bothering her cunt with one hand while beckoning to me or Amanda or whoever else was in the room with the other.
    If that didn’t work, she’d curl a couple of fingers in through one side of the undies, past all the hair to probe around in the hot slick inside. With her other fist she’d squeeze the swollen labia together, making sure her long clit was pinched between. Grasping her whole pudenda with both hands, she’d shove the entire fleshy affair from side to side, round and round, making unintelligible noises. A white paste would develop in the tangle. She’d stare down at her own improvised display between her legs then make some cockeyed eye contact with whoever she thought might feel sorry, to go get a blanket and fuck her.

    Amazon US:

  7. Kenn Dahll

    Hot Tub Tango by Kenn Dahll

    He responded and soon our tongues were fighting a classic duel for dominance of the other’s oral cavity, our cocks were lubricating each other with precum, and our torsos were slippery with sweat. I broke the kiss first and then licked my way down his neck and chest, stopping to sample each of his lovely chocolate-kiss nipples. By this time his throbbing prick was slobbering into his navel. I covered his seven inches of lead-pipe hard cock with my mouth, bending my head sideways to accommodate its curve and thereby demonstrating the fine art of deep throating as done by a pro. Even in hog heaven, I could feel him groping my stiff eight inches and using the natural lube to jerk it like there was no tomorrow.
    Soon, I felt his cock expand in my throat and noticed his balls tighten up. Then, like I was sucking a fire hose, I could feel his cum forcefully gushing into my gullet. How could I not also shoot with all this stimulation? For several minutes we lay in each other’s arms, side by side, covered in my sticky man sauce, spent but loving it.

  8. Ardor

    Olivia looked up at me and asked, “Why don’t you tell tell Ms. Kayla one of your favorite submissive activities?”
    I looked down at Olivia questioningly who reassuringly said, “It’s all right you can tell her.”
    I looked at Kayla and said, “I like to lick and suck Ms. Olivia’s asshole.”
    Kayla’s eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open and then she giggled at me. Olivia leaned up against me and started to laugh. When she could control herself she said, “No, your other favorite pastime, you silly little slut.”
    Then she poked her finger into my asshole in order to make her point clear.
    “Oh,” I said as I blushed two shades redder, “I, um, really like for Ms. Olivia to use her strap-on on me.”
    “Really?” Kayla asked with an excited grin.
    “Yes Ma’am,” I said shyly.
    “In fact, that’s exactly why you’re naked right now,” Olivia said as she stroked my asshole with her finger.
    “It is?” I asked hesitantly.
    “Well, yes, Olivia and I were talking the other day about strap-on sex.”
    “Remember when I brought you home that nice new toy to play with?” Olivia asked me.
    “Y-yes,” I said.

  9. Jean Roberta

    In my story, "Slippery When Wet," lesbian university student Cory (close to the ancient Greek word for maiden, kore) meets a strange, sexy classmate, Sophie des Rochers. They spend a marvellous day and night together, but at last, Cory is worn out. She staggers to the bathroom, then returns to the bedroom. This is what she finds:

    Cory turned on the tap and drank from it like an animal. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she headed back to her tireless companion.

    Entering the bedroom, Cory suspected that she was already dreaming or hallucinating
    from lack of sleep. There was no sign of Sophie on the bed, but a sheaf of handwritten
    pages lay on it, obviously left there for Cory to read. She wondered why she hadn’t
    heard Sophie leaving the room.

    A rustling sound pulled her attention to the terrarium. A jolt ran up Cory’s spine as
    she saw a thick black-and-gold snake raising its head above the rim. As Cory stared in
    shock, the snake looked directly at her. Then it eased its long body up and over,
    progressing steadily down the outside of the glass.

    Completely wakened, Cory grabbed as many of her clothes as she could reach in one
    lunge to the floor. Her irresistible curiosity prompted her to pick up the reading-matter
    in her scramble to take what she needed before escaping from Sophie’s lair, because she had a feeling she would never go back.

    – in Obsession by Jean Roberta (single-author collection) –

  10. Jules Radcliffe

    She imagined Ash was kissing her there, his lips soft, his eyes intense as he looked up at her from between her thighs. Then he replaced his mouth with his hand, teasing her clit while he caressed one of her breasts with the other hand. He bent to kiss her lips, his breath redolent with her scent, his mouth wet with her essence as she licked it off.
    And then he was Jake, devouring her with his eyes and lips, kissing her neck in a sizzling path to her breast, licking one nipple while Ash suckled the other. She moaned and panted, lifting herself up, thrusting herself into their mouths. Jake’s hand stroked her tender inner thigh, almost but not quite tickling, and then drifted up, seeking out her core. His fingers twined with Ash’s in her soaked pussy, thrusting into her, pulling her impending orgasm from deep within her. She stared into eyes, first warm brown, then luminous blue. Wicked fingers teased and played, hot mouths upon her breasts licked and sucked until she was thrashing in their arms, a creature lost to all awareness but the urgency of her need.

    The Winter Trail by Jules Radcliffe

  11. Savanna Kougar

    WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL ~ A ShapeShifter Seduction Erotic Romance Novel

    …After a brief struggle with his zipper, Drev shoved at his pants, while half-hopping and contorting his body.

    The instant he stepped out of them, and straightened, his cockhead thrust against the crotch of her jeans.

    "Stud," she throatily praised.

    "Hang on to my neck, darlin'. You're comin' out of those denims."

    "Coming is right." Keina panted her words as she threw her arms around his neck.

    Drev clamped her waist with his hands lifting so her legs released his waist. "Hang on," he raspy encouraged.

    His thumbs slid beneath the waistband, and with quick finesse, he unzipped her jeans. He peeled them over her hips and thighs. Gravity did the rest.

    Keina swung her legs up, surrounding his waist again. The crown of his cock penetrated her juicy folds, torch-hot penetrated. Yet he didn't buck inside her.

    Instead he seized her hair, and gave a passionate yank. With her lips beneath his, he growled, "I want more."

    Flubergastov! Deep in his eyes, gold and emerald exploded into sparks.

    Blistered on the inside, and stunned by his power, Keina did some exploding of her own. Her desire flamed way out of control.

    "Please, hunter, my breasts want you."



    Savanna Kougar ~Run on the Wild Side of Romance~

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  12. Mike Lord

    Later, under the shower they bathed leisurely under the warm water, and Dave washed Kim all over with their liquid soap. Her skin glistened and his hand carefully washed the soap of her buttocks.
    “What’s this?” Dave feigned surprise as he washed her vagina in the shower.
    “That’s my butterfly, darling, which you have to look after very carefully.”
    “Your what?” Dave really was surprised.
    “My butterfly, that’s what we call the vagina in my language.”
    Kim turned to face Dave, and took his penis in one hand, “and this is your bird, darling, which I have to look after!”
    “Do you have names for other parts of the body, sweetheart?”
    “Oh yes darling, but it’s the butterfly and bird that matter.”
    Kim’s revelation made Dave think, a bit.
    He remembered that many plant names are based in Latin, or the Latin equivalent. He remembered that the leguminous climber, the Butterfly Pea is actually called Clitoria ternatea as the blue flowers do markedly resemble the female clitoris, and a beautiful summer flowering lily known as the Spider Lily is known as Hymenocallis littorallis, or beautiful membrane. He grinned to himself wondering how the early Victorian botanists had gleaned such knowledge – maybe in their spare time!

    Love in the Boondocks
    #Romance #Passion #Love #Emotion #Raging-Hormones #MFRWorg

    • Lisabet Sarai

      ONE buy link, Mike! And no hashtags or other extraneous material. Follow the rules, please, or I will ban you from participating.

    • Author Lola White

      For the time being, it was enough that he knew the Garguiem to be an ancient order springing from St. Romanus’ time as Archbishop of Rouen, put in place to investigate corruption within the Church. “Then you know we keep God’s law.”

      “I think you believe that.”

      “I know it.” Liah slid a little closer on the pew. “I also know that God’s law isn’t the same as the Church’s law. Father Anthony…may I call you Tony?”

      His eyes went wild again. “Many people do, but I don’t think you should—”

      “Tony,” Liah purred. She moved closer again, putting her thigh against his, resting her hand high on his leg, leaning toward him in a way that pushed her breast against his arm. He was hot and tingly—and vastly uncomfortable, considering the way his whole body turned to stone. “There are things I could do to you that would make you hear angels sing. Things I could do to your beautiful mouth, things I could do with mine. And not a single one is against God’s law.”

      He shuddered and turned toward her like a marionette. “Um…”

      “Should I show you?”

      The Garguiem: Liah by Lola White

      (Thanks for letting me post, Lisabet!)

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