Today is Friday, June 19th. TGIF, and thank goodness, it’s Sexy Snippets 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!
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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.
He fists my hair and forces me to my knees. My cock surges inside my pants.
“Don't speak unless I ask you a question, boy. Understand?”
“Yes—yes, Sir.” I feel vaguely guilty bestowing that honorific on anyone but my true master. Keeping my gaze straight ahead, where an impressive lump distorts his worn dungarees, I catch a whiff of gasoline and old, sour sweat. His hand goes to his fly. I hold my breath, my heart slamming against my ribs.
“So you want me to cut you? That's what you said, right?”
“That's right, Sir.”
He peels the zipper down and hauls out his massive, uncut cock. “Suck me first. If you do a good job, maybe I'll get out my knife.”
I have no opportunity to reply. He mashes his dick against my lips, pushes them apart, and drives his rod down my throat. When I sputter and choke around the rigid plug of flesh, he draws back a bit, letting me gulp air into my lungs. Then he rams back in, but this time, I'm ready. I suck him like a kid with an ice cream cone, swirling my tongue over his bulb and tickling the ridge beneath.
200 words from "Renfield's Lament". In Fourth World: Tales of monsters, myths and magic by Lisabet Sarai
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Y23HXW4/
Fall (Natalie's Edge 2)
“Put your hands in front of you.”
I did, squeezing my eyelids together tightly, accepting what I was allowing him to do.
“Good.” He snapped the handcuffs together in front of me. “Now lift them over your head.”
My breath became shallow gasps.
“Natalie. Relax. My god. We haven’t even done anything yet,” he soothed. “Seriously, relax. I don’t want you passing out.”
I tried, but memories of the last time he really tied me up washed over me. I was excited and nervous and scared and aroused and losing control already.
“Sssh.” He took my arms and placed them over my head for me. He tied the handcuffs with rope to the iron headboard. “Comfy?” he asked.
Rope? Holy God. I couldn’t answer and he chuckled.
“Spread your legs, Natalie,” he whispered. It was a gentle order.
I couldn’t. I was pulsating from every pressure point in my body. “Michael. I’m so nervous, so excited…” I trailed off, my chest heaving up and down, trying to push breath back into my lungs.
“I know.” He smiled and lightly stroked my cheek.
http://www.amazon.com/R.B.-OBrien/e/B00TEF5PT8/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Celeste squeezed her knees together in her seat, feeling a deep inner flex. She gripped the arms of the chair, trying to resist that creeping heat that spread outwards slowly from between her legs. She was getting fixated, and she barely knew him.
When she flopped down on her bed after shift, all she had to do was close her eyes and part her legs and he’d be behind her in the bath, stroking Foamburst across the inside of her thighs, his touch light and unhurried. As the bath filled, the lapping of the water against her tightening, sensitive pussy would make her clench inside, needing a firmer touch, needing his fingers inside her. He’d stroke a slow and maddening trail with a single fingertip from her inner knee to her entrance and circle it there until she was panting. Then he’d turn the shower to ‘jet’, subjecting her to a clit assault that would have her tossing her head against his chest, gripping his thighs, begging him to raise the pressure. As the tightness gathered inside, he’d trap her against him, elbow to waist, fingers over shoulders, forcing her to accept the climax building and slamming through her body…
http://www.amazon.com/Single-Syllable-Steve-Sam-Thorne-ebook/dp/B00Y1NZFNO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434719995&sr=1-1&keywords=single-syllable+steve
Henry presses his mouth against my black, tufted mound and eases the showerhead between my buttocks. With a guiding hand on my hip, he presses me back so that I am braced against the shower wall. The showerhead knocks against granite tile, and I feel its hard length sandwiched against my rump. Warm water pulses between my cheeks and thrums against my puckered ring. I feel tendrils of the dark, breathless pleasure I take when I am primed there.
“Henry,” I whisper. “There’s no time for that.” My cheeks are hot. My heart thuds. I want him badly there, but I am chagrined that he understands this naughty weakness of mine so well.
“I know,” he mutters against my curls. Still he laves me with his tongue, sliding gently along moist folds and swollen clit. He sets the showerhead aside; it is lost to the steam clouding around us. His fingertips slip between my buttocks, press and roll thickly against my ring.
From "Territories", dystopian BDSM between mature lovers, in New Smut Project's Heart, Body, Soul anthology–happily enough on flash sale until June 21. Buylinks at New Smut Project — Midsummer Sale.
REUNION
“Hi Hattie!”
“Hi Tom. Still the long hair, huh?”
“Not much left now; gotta wear a pony tail and a hat.”
“Boy, did I chase you in high school.”
“I think the first time you asked me out was in seventh grade. Middle school, they call it now.”
“I asked you to all the dances way in advance. Worried you’d ask another girl first, or somebody else would invite you.”
“Ha! Yeah you did.”
“Was that the reason? Why we didn’t- Was I too forward? Too needy?”
“Nah, it just worked out differently. By the way—sorry, I heard when your parents passed.”
“Both within two years.”
“I remember how they trusted you. When you had parties at your place, they’d go out and leave you in charge. They really knew you, didn’t they? I remember the only time I ever touched you, you cried your eyes out.”
“You were the first boy to make me cry. I was really mad when you met Frannie. I thought she was such a slut. Then you two got married.”
“Actually, we were both virgins until the prom. Took me six months to get into her pants.”
“Really? Wow. You think maybe if -?”
FROM "Daddy X – The Gonzo Collection"
http://www.amazon.com/Gonzo-Collection-Daddy-X-ebook/dp/B00WLGVP0K/
A rush of need flowed through Jake, so strong he felt lightheaded. Ash had not come here to continue the argument, or talk things out, he had come expressly to fuck him. Jake had never had a lover he craved so intensely, nor one who pursued him so ardently. He wrapped his arms around Ash, half-pulling him out of the water, kissing him deeply. He laid his face on Ash’s wet hair.
“God, Ash, I…” He trailed off.
“Mmm?” Ash prompted him, his mouth wandering over Jake’s neck and collarbone.
Jake felt a strange stirring in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. “I want you so much. More than anything ever.” He tipped Ash’s head back, cradling it again, looking into his eyes. “Do you want me like that?”
Ash’s pupils were dilated, making his eyes look dark and mysterious. They were enormous, soft, shining in the low light. “Told you I was addicted to you.”
Jake passed his thumb over Ash’s soft lips, pushing the tip between his teeth. Holding Jake’s gaze with his own, Ash sucked his thumb in, drawing hard. Jake’s lids drooped and he moaned at the sensual feel of Ash sucking him.
Excerpt from 'A Summer Pursuit' by Jules Radcliffe
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YG2QDSQ
He pulled up my tee-shirt, freeing my breasts so he could flick his tongue softly over one nipple while teasing and lightly pinching the other.
My thighs were trembling and my knees got so weak Danny had to hold me up. He pressed forward against me so that the two men were holding me up with their bodies. Danny’s hard cock was pressing against my thigh, barely an inch from where Rick’s fingers teased, caressed, and stroked my clit. I let go of the cocks in my hands so that I could wrap my arms around Danny.
The climax started to build, like a wave of warm light spreading from my cunt up my body, into my belly, my heart, my throat. “I’m going to come,” I moaned into Danny’s ear, and then I did, the wave finally reaching its peak. I let go completely, my legs going limp; I trusted Danny and Rick to hold me.
The wave of bliss peaked slowly, washed over me slowly, ebbed slowly. My moan did the same, slowly rising to a crescendo as my orgasm peaked.
My legs trembled under me, but I was safe, safe; held up by these two wonderful men.
excerpt from "It's Kissing Time" by Sabrina Stelle
http://www.amazon.com/Its-Kissing-Time-Sabrina-Stelle-ebook/dp/B00YW9M3ZU
His cock was rubbing against her crotch as he placed a hand onto her right breast, the stark contrast between lace and skin causing him to jerk a little. He closed his eyes as he rubbed his thumb along her breast, could hear her let out a shuddered breath as well.
Alex opened his eyes again and saw the dazed expression on her face. She was getting into this, despite her earlier wariness. He dipped his head down and gave her a quick kiss before lifting up again and continuing to rub his thumb against her breast. He started moving his cock against her pussy lips, each stroke causing her to lift up a bit as he delved deeper and deeper into the slit. Each time he touched her clit with a stroke, she let out a breathy moan.
He dipped into her hole then, teasing and rubbing. He could already feel her muscles tighten a bit in anticipation and she was so slick, so ready for him. Alex tightened his hold on her breast as he pressed down, her wet heat engulfing him as he sank into her. Her muscles were clamping around him now, milking him towards release.
200 words from the beginning of His Womanly Ways by K. Lynn
http://www.amazon.com/His-Womanly-Ways-K-Lynn-ebook/dp/B00YDYJQ6I
"You've been a bad pony!"
"Sorry, Sir."
Thwack!
"How are you going to make it up to me?"
"I promise I'll be good from now on, Sir."
Smack!
"Do you think I'm going to believe that?"
"I'll try, I promise."
"Do you promise not to go topping any more defenseless grooms?"
"I promise."
"It seems a little unlikely, Liv. You're such a naughty girl."
"I am, aren't I?"
Each back and forth was punctuated with a kiss from Harry's crop, but that response earned a particularly harsh blow. Laughter bubbled through me as I relished the spiraling delights of pleasure combined with pain. Harry knew me well enough now to know exactly how I liked it, and I pushed my hips out to meet each fresh strike with glee.
This is taken from Alchemy xii – June:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00XZDHFS4
He pulled my thong aside and I felt his finger slide along my opening and then slip inside my lips. I was wet, and I started to grab at the buttons of his jeans. As soon as I’d got my hand inside, I released his dick from his underpants. He was rock hard, and I wanted him inside me immediately. I pushed my groin forwards and he bent his legs slightly. He slid easily into me in one smooth movement.
I gripped his hair, scratched at his shoulders and pulled at his hips as he slammed into me again and again. I came in less than a minute, and he came after less than two. While in the final run up to shooting his load, he shagged me so hard my backside was banging loudly against the door while I made grunting noises. I didn’t care how noisy we were. I grabbed his head and kissed him hard on the lips, tonguing and sucking his mouth. We both had our eyes open at the moment of his ejaculation and shared what felt like a really intimate moment, considering we didn’t really know each other.
Taken from 'Party Games' in the collection 'Play Time'
http://tinyurl.com/DS-PlayTime-1
Malena, her name was an elixir on my lips. Ma – le – na. An orgasm in my mouth. Like a breath of ocean blue, she caught me in the pull of her riptide. Malena, whose hair fell down her back like dark rain during a midnight storm. Her sun-kissed skin glowed the color of the coffee and cream I sipped every morning. I admired her body from afar; a swell of broad hips that kissed her waist the way I wanted to; shoulders broad enough for me to rest my head upon; breasts so full I could get lost in all that delicious cleavage.
How I longed for Malena, but I was too chicken-hearted to make a move.
She was a virago on the waves of the churning ocean. Try as I might, I couldn't keep up with her. No one could. After all, how do you hold the wind in your hands? She slipped through; teasing, tormenting, and a light-hearted laugh burst from her supple lips each time she saw the agony she put me in.
From LIKE A BREATH OF OCEAN BLUE, published in BEST LESBIAN ROMANCE OF THE YEAR: 1, by Cleis Press.
http://www.amazon.com/Best-Lesbian-Romance-Year-1-ebook/dp/B00NP8MIA4
Foxy spat out her next command, “Slut, I'm giving you 5 lashes for asking to suck my husband's dick without my permission and 5 lashes for daring to speak to your Mistress without permission. You must be made to understand your position as a slave. I thought you were better trained than that!”
The Goth whimpered, “Yes, Mistress, if it pleases you to punish my ass. I welcome the correction that you offer me. I await your punishment.”
At that Foxy commanded, “Count!” and then struck the little Goth chick across her ass smartly. The reaction from the Goth chick was instantaneous and you could hear the girl say, “TWO! Thank you Mistress!” Every time the crop struck her ass, the girl would count out the stroke number and say thank you. Her breathing got more labored and it was plain that the crop was bringing her closer and closer to a climax until finally at eight, Foxy reminded her, “Remember slave, you cannot come without my permission.”
“Yes, Mistress, I will only climax when it pleases you.”
After the ten lashes, the Goth chick's ass was beet red and stripped with lash marks where the crop had struck her.
An excerpt from "Alyson Discovers The Glory Hole" by Larry Archer. Available on Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FF0488K
In my current position I can't see Will so have no opportunity to inspect the switch for myself. I hear his footsteps though, and I know the moment is here.
"She makes a fine sight."
"Aye, she does. The lass is shivering though, and more scared than she's letting on. We need to get on with this. Hand me the switch."
"Here. I'll keep an eye on her, check how she's doing. If you need to stop, I'll tell you."
"Good. Ready then?"
Will kneels beside me, and cups my chin in his palm. He strokes my long hair back then coils the length of it around his hand and holds my head still.
"Open your eyes and look at me, girl." His voice is soft, as Robbie's was a few moments ago. I obey. I have no alternative.
Will glances up at Robbie and nods his head.
There's a shrill, breathy whistle, then an explosion of fire across my left buttock. I scream and jerk on the branch, as far as my bound state allows. Will has the grace to wince too, but in the next instant he is once more giving Robbie the nod to continue.
An excerpt from 'Shared by the Highlanders' by Ashe Barker. Available on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Shared-Highlanders-Ashe-Barker-ebook/dp/B0100MNCIY/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434744027&sr=1-5&keywords=ashe+barker
There was something primal about him. A cave-like depth. When he was on the island, this man did what he wanted to. He had no concern for the consequences because there weren’t going to be any, maybe no interest in her beyond getting her to submit to him.
“Why wouldn’t I tell anyone?” she finally thought to ask.
“You’ll understand, eventually.”
This was crazy. Nothing was going like she’d told herself it would. Emotionally off balance, she curled her toes in an attempt to keep from bolting.
“All right,” she said. “Show me.”
His attention flicked to the window to his right. It had to be the lighting and her nerves but for a moment she swore she was looking at a predator instead of a human. This creature would stalk and capture and control.
She was still trying to shake off the thought when he charged. He grabbed her around the waist and pushed her back and off her feet. She landed on her ass on the couch.
“What the hell!” She reached for his neck but before she could dig her fingers into his throat, if that had been her intention, he flipped her so she was sprawled the length of the couch on her belly and planted his knee against the base of her spine.
http://www.amazon.com/Taking-Her-Down-Vonna-Harper-ebook/dp/B00GGYL4EK/ref=pd_sim_351_4?ie=UTF8&refRID=1J3DGYM5XBP8G7ZW0DHB
The cameras recorded Spencer's naked frame into the system. She had a surprising body. Sleek muscles laid dormant along her arms, stomach and thighs. Her breasts were small but possessed a beautiful symmetry. They sloped as if they were meant to flow out from her body into a waiting mouth.
Her nipples were a deep pink and they stood out, partially hard. Her pale skin made the gold flecks in her eyes stand out all the more. Aaronson's eyes focused on her muscled thighs, on the hair covering her. A full, thick bush so pale a gold it looked almost white in the lights of the lab.
After two minutes of study, Aaronson shook his head and spoke. "Definitely no lack of femininity here."
A very small smile appeared on Spencer's lips. A moment later she pushed it aside, cleared her throat and gave Aaronson a very pointed look. He blinked, then snapped his fingers.
"Sorry," he said, face flushed. "Fair is fair."
With quick, deft movements he stripped down.
"Carnal Theory" http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YZ0M09U