It’s May, it’s May, the lusty month of May…
That gorgeous month when everyone goes blissfully astray.
Celebrate the lusty month of May (which also happens to be National Masturbation Month) by sharing a sexy snippet!
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.
“This is your show. How would you like this, darling? What’s your favorite way?”
“Me on my back, you on top,” I whisper.
“Excellent choice, if a little traditional. This okay?” His wonderful cock enters me, gently, slowly, delicately. My arms flung either side of my head, I writhe under him, loving the fullness, the stretching as he sinks fully inside me. My legs curl around his waist, my ankles hooked behind his back. He withdraws smoothly, to slide back in again, and I moan with joy. The feelings are so perfect, so exquisite, and he leans in to kiss me. The kiss is sweet, slow, open-mouthed and sensuous. Whatever he might say, or not say, I have never felt so loved as I do at this moment. His strokes continue, slow, lazy, easy, and my pleasure mounts, growing and curling around my body like smoke. No pain now, no shock or fear, just the delightful, beautiful joy of being filled by a man who cares enough to do this for me. With me. The sweet ecstasy of perfect lovemaking.
180 words from Darker (Book 2 in The Dark Side trilogy)
https://www.amazon.com/Darker-Dark-Side-Book-2-ebook/dp/B01E5IHUI2?ie=UTF8&keywords=ashe%20barker&qid=1463656196&ref_=sr_1_23&s=digital-text&sr=1-23
I spread my thighs, deliberately releasing a whiff of musk from under my skirt. Clasping my cuffed wrist with my other hand, I tighten my arms against my sides to accentuate my cleavage. “I can see you need some relief,” I purr. “If you’ll just set me free, I’ll give you what you want.”
“What’s to stop me from just taking what I want?” he counters. In a flash, he produces another set of cuffs from somewhere. I’m doubly restrained before I even realize what’s happening.
He must have been practicing all last week.
Now he looms over me, grinning like the fiend he sometimes is. “I’ll fuck you first. Then I’ll beat the truth out of you. Open those thighs, slut.”
If I were staying in character, I’d refuse. But I can’t disobey Theo’s command, not when he uses that voice, that name. I part my legs. Theo flips up my skirt to display my naked pussy.
He sucks in his breath, losing a beat. “Oh, yeah!” He rubs the end of the nightstick over my swollen clit. I moan, helpless and hungry. “You want my stick in this wet cunt of yours? I’ll bet you do.”
198 words from Hearts & Handcuffs: Romantic Kink by Lisabet Sarai
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/635210
Julia stepped forward to stand between the beds. “I’m going to have you one at a time, so in order to decide who goes first, it’ll be whoever has a birthday closest to mine.”
Both men nodded, understanding the rules.
Julia looked at Paul and raised her eyebrows.
“August.”
She turned to Mark.
“March.”
She reached down and placed a single finger on Mark’s stomach, tracing small circles to the side of his naval. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be patient because my birthday’s in September.” As she turned towards Paul’s bed she looked back over her shoulder at Mark. “But you get to watch the fun while you’re waiting.”
Julia climbed onto Paul’s bed and straddled him. The room was suddenly silent—both men seemed to be holding their breaths. She wrapped her fingers around Paul’s cock. There was no need for foreplay—he was rock hard, she was soaking. She brushed his cock back and forth between her sex lips until the head gleamed with her slickness. Then she eased it inside and lowered herself slowly onto him. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh…
192 words from Julia 07
http://tinyurl.com/DS-J07-01
I pull the sheet off the bed and expose his body. His warm scent escapes into the air. I take a deep breath of him. I can smell his desire mixed with the wonderful heady scent of his dampened pubic hair. I become lost in his nakedness, a state of being I can no longer have. His chest is covered with blond hair that reaches up to his neck. I run my fingers through it. It’s soft, silky, damp. His nipples are firm and poke out through the blanket of hair.
His cock is long and thick. It lies on his stomach in a pool of pre-come. I run my finger through it. e blond hair swirls through the sticky liquid and adheres to his skin. I bring my finger to my mouth, licking his sweetness from it. His pre-come is warm and slightly tart. It courses through my body like an electrical charge. My senses are heightened. I want more of him, like an addict looking for his next fix.
The Midnight Barker from Grave Desires by William Holden Published by Lethe Press, 2015. http://www.lethepressbooks.com/store/p282/Grave_Desires.html
A glare of blue light flashed past the end of the alley as a cop car sped by. My back was exposed, vulnerable. What if I were caught, arrested, disgraced, fired…
The prickle of fear down my spine made my pulses beat even faster, my body strain harder to feel the responding pressure of hers. I clutched at her back, my hands already under her thin shirt, raising it. Her arms were around me, and she gripped my ass, forcing me to move, to rub against her in a rhythm that demanded fierce acceleration. “What do you need, what do you need,” she muttered over and over, a low, compelling chant, and all I could do was move faster, rub harder, feel her hardened nipples flick across my aching breasts, and slide my cunt along her thigh while my own thigh met her thrusts.
Distant crashes…panic threatening to take hold…but she edged a hand inside my jeans and wrenched all my awareness back to where our bodies merged. Her fingers slid through my folds into my hungry cunt, her thumb went at my clit with hard, sure strokes—and I plummeted over the edge, all defenses gone, all trust given.
200 words from "Danger" in Thunder of War, Lightning of Desire edited by Sacchi Green
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/586657
I forgot about the cock poking into my belly and bit hard into the bedding, trying desperately to fill my mouth and stop the screeching that poured from my hoarse throat. My fists grabbed the blankets, seeking any purchase, any leverage to kick my bound legs harder, fiercer. I tried anything to fight back, but they just held me tighter.
Jimmy’s banging on the door got louder. He screamed and I screamed for them to stop. Doris held me as best she could. In the fracas I noticed—with horror—my sweat pants were slowly inching down my thighs. My frantic reactions just hastened the process. Soon there was nothing between Jimmy’s father’s hard dick and my bare belly. He had lost interest in hitting me, but he held me there while his wife hopped in front of him, focused on her target, smacking my blistered skin while yelling as if she was addled. Slapping me, jumping up and down on every word.
“Fucking… cunt! …I’ll …redden… your… slut… ass… for…you …if …your …parents …won’t! …Fucking… slut… ass… cocksucker… cunt! …Fuuuuuck!”
From: “Nikki and the Neighbors” in my new collection “Brand X”
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1W9p4lU
“And if I really need to stop something, I’d say red, right? I may be out of the loop, but I’ve been reading a lot lately.”
Neil found himself breathing a little easier. He nodded. “Exactly.” If they’d played again, he might encourage her to come up with her own safewords if she wanted, words that resonated for her, but the old standbys worked for now.
He ran his hands over the fullness of her breasts gently this time, watching her face. Excitement. Arousal. A flicker of doubt—maybe at his unexpected gentleness, maybe at herself. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, as if the weight of desire was forcing them shut, but still held a spark of curiosity that pleased him.
When he pinched again, she sighed, arched her back to push her breasts toward him as if to beg for more.
For a few minutes, he alternated between gentle, soothing strokes and pinches.
When he judged she was ready—when her face was flushed with lust and, even when he pinched, her eyes were screwed shut with need—he slapped her right breast. Not too hard, but hard enough that the flesh jumped and so did she.
Her eyes shot open, and she yelped. He could tell when the sudden pain transmuted to pleasure. Her face softened, and a dizzy smile broke out. “Thank you,” she murmured.
227 word from DRIVE
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1VZvrGl
I stroked her hair. "I bet you want me to pick you up and carry you."
Kathy raised her eyebrows a fraction of an inch and gave me a teasingly dirty smile. "I'd put your back out."
"Not a chance."
She stretched up and kissed me. "If you're sure," she whispered.
I picked her up and she snuggled against me as I carried her to her door, where she had a fit of the giggles.
"You'll have to put me down, the key's hiding somewhere in my handbag," she said.
She opened the door and walked in backwards, towing me by my jacket lapels. I pushed the door shut and we undressed each other hurriedly. I picked her up again and shuffled towards the bed. I managed to lay her down gently, then we hugged, kissed, and explored each other. Her full breasts were sensitive to my touches and kisses, and her pussy tasted hot, salty, and so exciting. Her first orgasm was quick to arrive and clearly intense. She was deliciously vocal as her climax approached and she moaned loudly as she crested.
Short extract from "Knights Errant", the first in my "Merely Players" series of erotic romance novellas.
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The blue-gray glow of the synthesizer’s lights increased with the music’s crescendo and tugged him to the edge of his seat. The beginning of a show was one of his favorite parts. He was also partial to the middle and the end.
But Alexander didn’t applaud and stomp and scream in anticipation like the rest of the crowd. He was grateful to be able to keep his composure, but the truth was, it was all he could do to remember to breathe.
With a burst of light and a thunderous chord, Cheyenne appeared at center stage, arms out from his sides. An ethereal white light illuminated him. A rock and roll messiah.
Short excerpt from HOUSE OF THE RISING SON, an urban fantasy romance. You can find it at House of the Rising Son.
[Tammy – who prefers to be called Tam — and Deirdre are best friends. The night before, Deirdre discovered Paula, the woman she was planning to move in with, entwined with another woman. To comfort Deirdre, Tam has ventured to hold her in her arms and rock her.]
To Tam’s delight, Deirdre didn’t slither away, as she usually did. “Thank you,” she said, nestled against Tam’s collarbone. “For not saying you told me so. I know you thought I should go slow, and I didn’t. I wanted a home and a serious relationship, you know? We’re not kids any more.”
While Tam was still gathering her thoughts, Deirdre shifted her position so she could look her old friend in the eyes. “Did you call me honey?”
Tam saw her dark eyes and strong features reflected in the troubled grey pools of Deirdre’s. “I did, and I could call you other things too: sweet thing, baby, angel-face.”
Something rippled through Deirdre’s supple body. “Always joking, that’s you,” she said. “That’s why we could never really be an item, even though you’re my best friend. Sometimes I wish–.”
Deirdre’s phone rang for the sixth time that morning. She glanced at it, saw the name “Paula Diddle” once again, and made a visible effort to ignore the sound.
“Good girl,” said Tam. She tightened her embrace and kissed Deirdre on the lips before she could pull away.
(from "Naming It," in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 –
http://www.amazon.com/Best-Lesbian-Erotica-Laura-Antoniou/dp/1627780912)
200 words, people! I've deleted one overly long snippet. Left the 227 word one up for now, but READ THE INSTRUCTIONS, please! How are you going to follow submission guidelines? ;^)
Also, don't include info on the "lead in" to your excerpt. It's much better to choose an excerpt that will stand on its own and intrigue the reader.
He slowly walked her back into the spray of the shower, and the hot water ran along the seams of their bodies. His large hands clamped around her arms, holding her body against his. He breathed secret words she couldn’t understand into the base of her neck. His teeth scraped along her skin, and he rocked into her.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. Do you feel how much I want you right now?”
She tried to move closer, but his hands held her firmly in place. Instead, he turned her around until his chest pressed against her back. He adjusted himself, and his erection moved along her core. Her heart pounded harder. This was the position she knew he craved when he was in this mood, the one that turned him on more than any other, provoked him. In the time they had been together, he had tried to temper this urge, afraid of where it would lead. And every time he resisted it, Caroline wanted it even more.
He moved her wet hair to one side and tasted her neck.
“This way,” he whispered. “This time I want you this way. Hard.”
from the steamy romance Stockholm Diaries, Caroline 2
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AZUMJT4/
Suddenly, he swiveled around so his firm ass was pointing at my face. As Danny deep throated my cock, I played with his ass hole. I spread his buttocks apart with my fingers so I could see his tight pucker. Then I licked circles around it zeroing in on the center until my tongue was jabbing at his pucker. With a deep sigh, Danny loosened his sphincter and my tongue popped into his anal chute.
“Stick a finger in,” the twink demanded, wiggling his ass against my face. I poked one then, with some spittle, a second finger into his hole and moved them around in ever widening circles to loosen him up for my cock. “I gotta have it!” Danny yelled as he turned around and sat on my hard shaft, which he had managed to cover with a condom after sucking it. “Do you like seeing my ass perched on your cock head?” he asked as he held it there. “Watch it disappear into my hole.” He slowly applied more weight and slithered down my erect pole.
From: Danny's Obsession By: Kenn Dahll
http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=13&products_id=1030