Do you know what today is? It’s Sexy Snippets Day! Time 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
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.
The men waited by the wall and, after a moment, a large round wheel rolled out in front of them. They quickly rolled it back to where the two women stood, bringing it to a stop directly behind where Beverly stood.
Melissa knelt down and secured Beverly's left ankle to a leather strap near the bottom of the wooden wheel. Beverly spread her legs as Melissa bound her right ankle.
The two men bound Beverly's hands above her head.
Once Beverly was bound solidly, the two men moved the board upon which she was bound, adjusting it so that it was parallel to the floor. Had her eyes been able to focus on anything specific within the room, she would have been looking at the ceiling.
Melissa stepped forward and began to lick Beverly's pussy. The sensation of Melissa's tongue and lips probing and exploring every fold and ridge of her flesh, made Beverly let out a low moan that vibrated through her gag, even in her subconscious state.
Melissa probed Beverly's body more deeply. In response, Beverly arched her back, her body reacting to the stimuli she was receiving as she got wetter and wetter under Melissa's knowing tongue.
200 words from To Sleep Perchance to Cream by Joe Mudak
http://www.amazon.com/Sleep-Perchance-Cream-Joe-Mudak-ebook/dp/B00BTJR824/
Hannah walks away from the camera toward the bed. Keeping her back to her husband she climbs up and pulls the pillows down from the headboard to the middle. She arranges them into a small pile and then, with that same grin tossed over her shoulder, she turns to face the camera and spreads her legs.
For a minute it is hard for Sebastian to breathe. His wife is laid bare before him and what small details the camera can’t show him, his memory and imagination fill in. How soft and smooth her inner thighs always felt against his cheek. The beautiful, slick outer lips of her pussy surrounded by a soft tuft of copper colored hair. Her clit hidden away deep in the shadows. A touchstone which could connect him to every inch of the woman he loved.
Hannah lets out a long breath and then closes her eyes. With two fingers of her right hand she spreads her outer lips, exposing her flushed, delicate inner lips. She gives her husband an unobstructed view as she brings the middle finger of her left hand down through the slick groove of her pussy.
193 words from "Absence on Film" by Henry Corrigan
http://www.amazon.com/Absence-FIlm-Coming-Together-Stage-ebook/dp/B00U7WYUZ2/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1429474181&sr=1-1&keywords=absence+on+film
Oooooh! Henry!
"Take your clothes off and leave them here on the tiles," I tell her. I reach for a folded towel in the hall closet, and hold it as I watch her silently remove her T-shirt and denim cutoffs, then shrug out of her wet bra and pull down her underpants. Naked above the ankles, she awkwardly bends over to unlace her jogging shoes.
"Turn around to do that," I tell her.
Her face turns redder under her clinging hair. "Yes, Dr. Chalkdust," she squeaks quietly.
Presenting her firm young bottom to me, she tries to untie her shoelaces as quickly as possible, but I pull out the butt-plug I've been keeping in a pocket, and slip it into her before she has finished loosening the first shoe. I can hear her breathing quicken but she knows better than to protest or to pause. I twist the plug experimentally as she raises one foot to remove her shoe. I know that her movement unavoidably changes the angle of her anus in relation to the plug. I can't help smiling as she repeats the action with her other foot.
187 words from "Tears from Heaven" in She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica, edited by D.L. King (Lethe Press).
http://www.amazon.com/She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed/dp/1590211944
Smiling, Melissa put down the letter and began to open the second box. Inside, she found a black dress amongst other things. Upon closer examination, she found a maid’s uniform. Grinning widely at Brett’s choice of outfit she pulled out the uniform, undergarments, stockings, and heels. She brought everything back to her room to try on. First, she put on the dark pink panties, sliding them up her legs to a snug fit. Brett loved to buy her underwear, leaving her gifts in different parts of their home every so often. Next, she put on the matching bra, which hugged her impressive bust very snuggly.
Melissa stepped in front of the mirror and looked at herself. In the time they had been dating, she had finally started to really deal with many of the body issues she had gained growing up through adolescence and early adulthood. She was always the fat girl, never taken seriously by anyone. However, when Brett described her, he used words like beautiful, voluptuous, and sexy. She looked herself over and for the first time, in a very long time, really liked what she saw.
189 words from Anal Princesses
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/515836
Snippet from Temptation Natalie's Edge 1 from Extasy Books
by R.B. O'Brien
I sat still, trying to control my breathing. I positioned my hand in his lap as he had requested and sipped my Pinot with the other. He didn’t touch me and the movie began. I could feel my heartbeat racing, nerves taking over my body. I took another long sip. He continued to sit next to me, not touching me at all. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to quell the throb that was building between my legs, moisture becoming slick between my thighs. I was dying for him to touch me.
“Stay still, Natalie,” he warned. I could sense his smile. “I know you want me to touch you. You are so obvious. But you arrived still wearing your panties. For that you will wait.”
I just whined a little in response. The movie was intensifying, and I grabbed Michael’s upper thigh for support. I was becoming uncomfortable. The movie was building in its intense and frightening rising action.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. “And even when you’re done with your drink, continue to hold the cup in your hand.”
I hesitated. I didn’t want him to see how wet he had already made me…
198 words
Link to Buy: http://amzn.to/1MBnEZ7
Is it hot in here? Some excellent snippetage. For some reason I can't reply to other folks' posts (I suspect a computer iss-yew at my end), so I'll just comment here and say HOT STUFF!
From Desert Heat by Lucy Felthouse:
Captain Hugh Wilkes sucked in a deep breath, steeling himself for the heat he was about to be subjected to, though he already knew all the deep breaths in the world wouldn’t help. Darkness had fallen on Camp Bastion, in the notorious Helmand Province of Afghanistan, but there would still be residual warmth left to seep away throughout the small hours. Then the sun would rise, and it would start all over again. It was a damn desert, after all. But, all being well, it would be his last ever tour of the godforsaken place. The British Army was already preparing to pull out. The manpower had been reduced drastically over the previous months. It was time to leave the Afghans to get on with it. They weren’t being abandoned—far from it—they would still receive aid, training and money for years to come. But the British Army was no longer needed, apparently. It was still a volatile place, which would no doubt be monitored very closely, in case strategies needed to be reconsidered.
None of that was down to Wilkes, though.
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat/