Yikes! I forgot! It’s Sexy Snippet Day! (Thanks to Ginger Segreti for jogging my memory!)
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.
“Excellent. Anything else? Anything you want to say to me?”
His lips pressed together, he surveyed me with a highly convincing scowl. All I wanted to do was kiss him.
“Uh… I don’t know, sir.”
“Don’t you think you should thank me? For chastising you when you so richly deserved it?” He gazed at me over the rims of his glasses. “You know I don’t like to punish you. I only do it for your own good.”
Like hell, I thought, suppressing a grin, but I played along. I crossed my hands in front of me, as though about to recite a lesson, and lowered my eyes. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for your concern.”
“Words are easy to say, Miss Archer. I think you need to demonstrate your gratitude by your actions.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” Firmly settled in my role, I continued to study the floor. What would be his next move?
“On your knees, girl.”
Our eyes connected, before my gaze slid down to his crotch. He’d opened his fly and loosed his cock. One glance made it clear that he’d enjoyed punishing me very much indeed.
191 words from Coming in Costume by Lisabet Sarai
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017A4L2KK/
I collapsed against the cushions. “I feel all floaty. I could swim through the air.”
Jake kissed my forehead. “Trust me, you can’t.”
“Fine, then, ruin all my fantasies,” I grumbled.
“I’ve ruined all your fantasies?” Jake stood up and waggled his ass in my face. “Who’s wearing this incredibly tight track uniform for your viewing pleasure?” The seam of the shorts was riding up his crack, splitting his ass into two perfectly round dumplings. I should have felt bad for his discomfort, but all I could think about was how lucky that seam was.
I grabbed his hips and pulled his ass to my face, burying my nose in the seam. He let out a little squeal of surprise but didn’t pull away. The fabric was damp and musky from his workout. I darted my tongue out and pushed the fabric deeper into his crack.
“Are you giving me a tongue-wedgie?” he said, half mocking and half breathless. I ran a hand around his thigh and up the shorts’ leg opening, cupping his cock through the built-in jockstrap. He was getting hard.
185 words from "Loggerhead" by Dale Cameron Lowry.
“I need to kiss someone,” I said, and Jerome made the first move, first with a light closed mouth peck quickly followed by a deep tonguing kiss. I moaned passionately as his tongue and his finger worked together to heighten my arousal to unknown levels.
“You’re a good kisser,” I said, and I turned to my left to kiss Derek. He, in turn, stimulated my clit, twirling his fingertip around my firm button while our tongues twirled around each other.
Their entwined fingers worked together to build my pussy into a raging climax, and their ease with each other was as much of a turn-on as their probing fingers.
There was no going back. These two darling men were going to bring me to orgasm right there in the bar. I put my lips against Derek’s ear and said with a heaving breath, “I’m coming.” And I buried my face in his neck so I could muffle the sounds of my steamy squeal.
When I finished, I joined my hand with theirs between my legs, and the three of us clasped hands while my shaking body settled.
187 words from "Neglected Wives Find Bliss" by Devin Brees
http://devinbrees.com/books/neglected-wives-find-bliss/
A pair of muscular arms slid beneath mine, lifted me from my chair, and steered me out of the restaurant. Perhaps we were close to our destination and Tristan wanted to surprise me with our evening adventure. Where could we possibly walk from here?
I conjured up a map in my mind’s eye and scanned the area. A local store, perhaps? We were near the theater district, but that wouldn’t explain the blindfold. A shiver ran up my spine. Maybe we were going to the Aviary Club. My heel stuck in the uneven sidewalk, and my foot twisted. I fell forward. My body jerked, and panic bubbled in my stomach.
“Just relax. I’ve got you,” an unfamiliar rugged voice said as the hands on my arms tightened to hold me up. “We’re almost there.”
We finally stopped walking.
“Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.” Tristan placed a sweet kiss upon my cheek, and then let go. “Wait here.”
My arm remained entwined with that of the husky stranger as he held on to me and ensured that I did not fall. I couldn’t help but notice how large and muscular his arms were….
193 words from Unhinged and Undone Copyright ©2015 Ginger Segreti. All rights, including electronic, reserved by the author. Do not reproduce in any form without the author’s express permission.
http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/unhinged.htm
He kisses my face, my mouth, my breasts, while he hovers, so hot and so close. Just when I’m about to lose my mind, he pushes into me. Now, this ain’t my first rodeo. Not by a long shot, but for a second, I can’t breathe. He’s so thick; I can feel him, and it, stretching me open. There’s no hesitation. He goes deep and holds himself there. I try to breathe again, and get used to feeling all that, as he starts to move. A slow, steady rhythm, all the way in, and far enough out that I can feel him opening me with each thrust.
“Look at me baby.” I open my eyes to see him, gorgeous, sexy, and naked, over me. He looks so serious, like all his concentration, all his attention is on me. Now he’s going a little faster, not quite so deep. This man is determined to hear me scream. My legs are on his shoulders now, and he looks down every so often to see himself inside me. He stops, maybe to catch his breath, maybe I hope, just to look at me.
190 words from Elemental Desires: An Erotic Anthology of Element Themed Stories and Poetry 'That's the Way' by Vivienne Kaye
http://www.amazon.com/Elemental-Desires-Anthology-Element-Stories-ebook/dp/B00PPCR6F0/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1417499610&sr=1-1