Okay, spank me. (I wish!) I completely forgot to set up Sexy Snippets Day for February.
I won’t make that mistake again. Today is the 19th of March, which means it’s your day to heat up the Internet with your hottest erotic prose.
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.
Feel free to share this with erotic author friends. It’s an open invitation!
Please 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.
After a long while she stands again and slides that short, tight skirt over her slim hips. Jonathan and I inhale simultaneously at the sight of her curly black bush. Her musk fills the air around us. She moves closer to the couch and spreads her thighs wide. "Want me?" she asks the young man. Without waiting for a response, she straddles his face and settles her pussy on that Botticelli mouth of his.
Yes, I am tempted to scream, I want you, I want you to send him away, I want you for myself. But I'm silent, eyes glued to the scene before me. The only sound is the slurp of his tongue in my wife's snatch, and a good deal of heavy breathing.
It goes on forever. She arches her slim back, her buttocks tightening as she slams her pelvis against his lips. She whimpers. She screams. She ignores me as she takes her pleasure from her youthful lover. It's agony and it's ecstasy.
Silently I beg her for some acknowledgment, some attention. Instead she kneels again, her back still toward me, pulls his down his pants, and engulfs his enormous young prick with her mouth.
198 words from “Be Careful What You Wish For” in D&D Duos Book 3
http://www.amazon.com/D-S-Duos-Book-3-ebook/dp/B00UMB79EW
She wasn’t surprised how her body had responded to his touch. Bryson had proven he was more than capable to take her body to places never before experienced. Not even Stafford had been able to do that. Damn him, she thought to herself and sighed. Stafford Drummond was the last man on earth she wanted to think about after the explosive night she’d had.
Wanting to block him out, she allowed her mind to retreat to Bryson and Ainsley, their kisses, their touch, their thickness filling her every orifice.
With her libido raging, she spread her legs wide, pressed her thumb against her swollen flesh and slipped two fingers inside. Slowly she pumped her fingers in and out, her slippery walls clutching her fingers tightly with the promise a volcanic explosion when she finished.
Soft moans danced in the silence as AJ gyrated her hips in a circular motion. She was on the cusp of an orgasm when she felt fingers trailing her body. She opened her eyes to find, Bryson standing over her.
174 words from “All or Nothing”, The Pleasure Principle Series, Book 1
http://www.amazon.com/All-Nothing-Pleasure-Principle-Book-ebook/dp/B00SA0JX1Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1426760215&sr=8-1&keywords=j+l+dillard
She gripped the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it up. Denny couldn’t help but break eye contact and look down. A few inches of flat, toned stomach were revealed. He looked back at her face. She still had the same blank expression.
Her hands kept moving upwards and the shirt rose higher. Denny’s eyes were drawn down again and he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had small breasts with dark nipples that pointed slightly upwards.
He looked from the girl’s breasts to her face, then across at her sleeping boyfriend, terrified of the consequences if the bear should wake up. Denny didn’t know how to react. He knew he should stand up and walk to the other end of the carriage, but he felt glued to his seat.
She bunched her shirt up under her chin and ran her hand up her stomach towards her breasts. Denny noticed how tiny her hands were, the fingers slim and delicate. He watched as she squeezed her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
He forced his eyes back up to her face; the girl was biting her lower lip, her eyelids half closed.
194 words from ‘Hors d’Oeuvres’
http://tinyurl.com/DS-HdO-1
I hesitated. I didn’t want him to see how wet he had already made me from doing absolutely nothing. It was humiliating how much his teasing turned me on. And I didn’t want him to know.
“Spread your legs, Natalie.” He spoke so seriously.
I did. Still he didn’t touch me, as I sat there, exposed, wet, and uncomfortable, longing for contact. I wanted to beg him to touch me, but I tried to control myself, to keep still, to fool him into thinking I was just fine.
“Wider, Natalie,” he ordered quietly and slowly lifted my dress to just below my sex.
I could no longer control myself or my breathing. “Please, Michael.”
“Please what, Natalie?”
I shifted and fidgeted, wetness starting to make its way lower down my inner thighs. I let out a whimper.
Without preamble or warning, he began to lightly stroke my clit. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, smiling into my ear. “Naughty girl.”
Oh. My. God. I thought I would scream. I began to grind into his hand a bit, and he stopped. Of course he did. He loved doing this to me…
Taken from Temptation Natalie's Edge Book One by R.B. O'Brien
http://www.amazon.com/Temptation-Natalies-Edge-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00TE9XJSI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1423580623&sr=8-1&keywords=temptation+natalie%27s+edge
From Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition, an anthology containing my story, Fired Up.
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/uniform-fetish-manlove-edition/
Greg looked down at his legs with a wry expression, then back up at Lucas. “Believe it or not, I broke my back in a skiing accident. Fucking ridiculous, huh? We’ve battled arseholes and terrorists together in the desert and managed to stay in one piece, but put me on a snowy hill and this is what happens.”
Shaking his head, Lucas said, “I’m really sorry, mate. I don’t mean to stand here gawping, but I just can’t get my head around it. I didn’t have a clue.”
“Why would you?” His gaze shifted briefly to the woman, then back. “You left the army; we lost touch. I left the army and took a little bit of time out, and this was my reward. Seems I would have been safer dodging IEDs and suicide bombers.”
Lucas recognized the sarcastic humor his old friend was employing, but he couldn’t bring a smile to his lips—his whirling brain wouldn’t allow it. How was it possible that his old comrade, his friend, a fantastic soldier, had been paralyzed in the pursuit of leisure? It just didn’t compute.
By Lucy Felthouse
From a work in progress:
"Suspended Animation":
The bite of a nipple clamp stunned me in its electric abruptness. I screamed in spontaneous shock, losing the dildo and my tenuous balance on the blocks, only to swing, kicking blindly inches off the floor. I could feel the prod bouncing against my face as it dangled in front of me. I bobbed and parried blind, trying to spin the plastic cock and balls around so I could get it back in my mouth. Mortification washed over me in waves.
I caught the device, realizing I had a chicken-skin textured testicle in my teeth, not the fake cock end. That was pushed into my eye socket, against the blindfold. I struggled to regain purchase on the blocks, spinning on the end of the chain. When my back turned again towards the audience someone pulled my ass cheeks apart.
A generous someone assisted, holding my feet, placing them once again on the blocks, set wide enough apart to offer access between my legs. One hand traveled up my lower leg to my cunt, fingering the slick tunnel.
by Daddy X
From Mirror of Obsession coming May 22, 2015 through Excessica Publishing.
“Don’t ask now. Just enjoy…just take every pleasure I’m going to give you.” As Brice spoke, his tongue seemed to change in shape, size, and density, then began to slide into the oozing eye of Devin’s cock, making him arch and see stars.
“Holy fuck, Bri!” Head rolling back on his shoulders, Devin braced himself with a palm pressed firmly to the edge of the dresser.
Blood rushed to his raging appendage, the throbbing growing stronger and stronger as Brice’s tongue continued its journey down his urethra. He’d seen sounds used in videos before and always thought it would be painful as hell. All he could feel right now, though, was mind-blowing ecstasy like nothing he’d ever felt before.
“Come for me, Devin. When I feel your release shooting up your cock like hot lava, I’ll pull my tongue out and swallow every last drop. Give it to me.”
Devin’s mind splintered as the slow burn igniting every nerve ending morphed into a rampaging blaze and spread throughout his body at Brice’s command. Pulse after pulse of his fiery essence shot up the length of his dick and straight to the back of his conjured companion’s undulating throat.
Firewood
(from a WIP, 196 words)
The two young men stood before her. "That Camellia was over 75 years old."
Frank looked down at his raggedy Nikes. Garrett wouldn't hold her eyes either, kept glancing out the window to the backyard where the tree was laid out as neatly stacked kindling.
She rose, walked around her desk, and stood in front of Garrett. He began to shift. She expected him to be nervous, worried not only about confusing the Camellia for the Rhododendron but also that Frank was now included. She pushed his shorts down, hobbling his thighs. His cock was already surging. Ahhh, youth.
Frank's eyes were no longer on his shoes and his cock rustled beneath his loose basketball shorts. His eyes snapped up to hers when he heard the light thwap as she pushed the first button of her white cotton shirt through its hole. She smiled at him.
"On your knees, Frank."
He dropped. She pushed another button through. "I need compensation for the damage."
He nodded, his arm reached out to her, touched her skirt.
She shook her head. His hand dropped. She pointed.
"Put it in your mouth. Make him fall like you felled my tree."
With his deft touch, he brushed and tugged and flicked and caressed her breasts. Bianca began to squirm, pressing her thighs together against the slipperiness that was building at her core. He smiled at her in the mirror.
“That’s my girl.”
“Please,” she groaned. “Help me.”
“I am helping you,” he whispered in her ear. His tongue reached out to flick her earlobe and she wrapped her hands around the back of his head, twining her fingers through his thick, lustrous hair.
“Please, please,” she moaned.
He laughed and disentangled himself from her grasp. By now the bath water was opaque with spilt milk. He picked up a jar filled with a golden thickness. He scooped a handful of the stuff out of the jar and began to massage its stickiness into the tender skin of her breasts.
“What?”
Rumpelstiltskin reached up and pressed a honey-covered finger against her lips “Shhh.”
His eyes were a deeper color of amber and they were growing dark with need. It won’t be much longer, she thought. She sensuously began to lick the honey from her lips. He groaned.
“Join me,” she demanded. Her voice was husky with desire. “Please.”
Excerpt from Rumpled: An Erotic Twist on Rumpelstiltskin by Madeleine Shade
Amazon Link: amazon.com/dp/B00MT60ZWG
“You know I’m not supposed to talk with the press…” said Rob.
She grabbed his tie and began stroking it. “Who said anything about … talking?”
“Um, I think you really should, uh… go… Um…”
“Go? But I just got here.” She licked her fingers and started to unbutton her overcoat.
“Miss, um… you said your name was Sterling, right? I, um… you really should –“
“There’s a lot of things I really should do… I’d like to start by habeasing your corpus.” Mindy giggled.
She pushed him backwards and he fell into his desk chair, which then rolled backwards into the wall from the momentum. He tried to stand up but she pushed him back down into his chair, at which point she began to unfasten his pants.
Once she had his cock out, she peeled off her coat in a slow, seductive striptease, revealing that this was the extent of her clothing. With a smile, she asked, “Do you like what you see?”
Rob said nothing, transfixed by her dancing.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said as she reached down and began to play with his slowly stiffening member.
Excerpt from Prosecutors Will Be Violated, by Joe Mudak
191 words
http://www.amazon.com/Prosecutors-Will-Violated-Joe-Mudak-ebook/dp/B00FCYQFWQ/ref=la_B00BXMK8DI_1_36?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1426783567&sr=1-36
“Stop.”
“What?”
“I said stop, and I mean now!”
“Oh, God, no. I’m so close.” But he paused in his thrusting.
“Pull out of me. Go wash up and come back to bed.”
He moaned as he stood up, and paused for a moment, his face contorted with need, even pain.
“Remember needs and wants, lover? You said you *wanted* to come inside me, but you *need* me to frustrate you and treat you with terrible cruelty, don’t you?”
His body shook along its whole length. His cock shone wet with my fluids, and a drop hung from the tip.
“Don’t you?”
He lowered his gaze to the floor and whispered, “Yes, RoseAnn. I’ve been selfish, and I’m sorry. You know me better than I know myself.”
I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I loved him so much. Sometimes it hurt to do the things he so badly needed, but tonight, denying him his well-earned orgasm excited me almost beyond bearing. I moved to the side of the bed and spread my thighs. “Now go wash yourself and come back. I need your tongue again if I’m going to be able to go to sleep.”
…from 'Lessons for a Dominant Woman' by William Gaius
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QD892P2/
200 words from A Taste of Dark Fruit, the prequel in the Devil You Know Kink Club series, coming April 18, 2015. Book One, Velvet Purrs In Paradise, is already available on Amazon
“Did I do something wrong, Mistress?” I flinch as Luke startles me by handing me julian’s file.
“No. Just talking to myself.” It’s a bad habit developed from too many hours alone. “Thank you, Luke. You may go.” And thank you for another view of your mighty fine ass. As he closes the door, Etta James growls out Dylan’s classic, “You Gotta Serve Somebody.” I love the dark and deliciously wicked music we play in the club, but, in my private moments, my own personal taste runs toward the blues and old rock and roll, the classics I grew up listening to.
I crank up the stereo and find my groove. I sink myself into the beat and the rich, deep tone of Etta’s voice, rotating my hips and swaying my arms. Unfortunately, Dylan’s words are true. As owner of DYKKC, I’ve got a lot of people I have to serve and keep happy. There are often difficult choices that I have no option of making. Sure, I like being a hard ass, but I’m not one-dimensional. Sometimes, I’d prefer to take a softer approach. I don’t always have that luxury if I want to prevent anarchy from breaking out.
From: Love the Sinner by Kenn Dahll [Excessica Publishing]
That night both students toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep as they replay the incident in their minds. DeWayne reminisces about how warm Brad’s hands felt on his thigh and how exciting the brief brushes of his pouch were. He reprimands himself over not being able to control his penis and having it get visibly harder coming out of the therapy tank. Remembering Peter’s reaction leaves him more confused.
In his dorm room Brad’s dick gets hard thinking of how firm the bulge in his friend’s pouch felt, how warm the crevice between the black buttocks was, and how amazingly large DeWayne’s ebony cock got in the hot tub. He also ponders the Assistant Coach’s strange behavior. Replaying finding the image on his locker door makes him wonder if such an activity were really possible. Certainly it adds depth to the frequent sermons on sodomy.
Knowing they were sinning, both athletes grasp their erections and coax loads of semen from them–the first time either youth has reached orgasm from his own hand while fully awake. Guilt consumes both of them for days but neither one approaches his Spiritual Advisor about it for fear of being expelled.
http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=13&products_id=656
Excerpt from "Home Delivery" by Jean Roberta in The Mammoth Book of Uniform Erotica (2015):
“What have you brought me today, man?” I laughed. He picked me up with both arms as though I were made of feathers. He pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste the salt in his sweat.
I caught a glimpse of us in my hall mirror: Bernard’s solid body, topped by shiny brown hair, my flushed pink face, reddish curls, and bikini top that showed cleavage. He had told me he would come over, but he hadn’t said when. I knew he liked my brave little titties, as he called them, and the rest of my slim body.
Before I could guess his intentions, Bernard was holding me around the waist with one arm, and using the other to cup one of my breasts under the fabric. He pinched my nipple, and I squeaked.
“Are you ready for me, girl?” Oh yes, I thought.
I couldn’t help wondering, once again, what Bernard’s supervisor would say about all this.
http://www.amazon.com/Mammoth-Book-Uniform-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00T6L14C2/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1426805486&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Mamoth+book+of+Uniform+Erotica
170 words of excerpt from Wolf of the West! http://amzn.com/B00U2FL67E
Slowly, Marcas withdrew his fingers from Connor’s body, leaned back and pulled him up as he did so… then down, so that Connor was on his knees between his thighs, his mouth level with Marcas’ straining erection. For the second time, breathless now, Marcas gave hoarse instruction.
“Suck.”
Connor licked his lips, then the head of Marcas’ cock with no hesitation. Soft suction, languid heat of stroking tongue—wetly, he moved his mouth over Marcas’ cock and seemed to delight in every low moan that slipped past Marcas’ control.
Marcas ran his fingers through the smooth, red hair, kept his gaze locked on the sight of his cock as it moved in and out of Connor’s mouth, the soft lips stretched wide around the shaft, those green eyes looking up at him—
A surge of heat tightened his thighs, and his fingers tightened reflexively in Connor’s hair. It was so tempting to hold him there, keep going like this, let the slow fire finish building—but no. No, not this time.
Jinxy stands at the entrance to the break room. “You first.” Pointing for Danielle to go inside, she doesn't hide her gaze, locked on the bosom of her colleague. “Pour the coffee, and be quick about it, but listen,” Jinxy quiets her voice, closing the door behind them. “Finger your pussy, and when it's wet, rub your cream on the rims of the cups.”
Shocked, Danielle blinks. “Seriously? I can't do that! I'll get fired.”
“No, you'll probably get an award for good behavior.” Jinxy arranges four cups on the counter. “They'd rather have your cream than a splash of half and half. Trust me.”
Unsure, but not wanting to disappoint, Danielle parts her panties from the sticky connection with her furry pussy lips. She doesn't shave, per Sicily's preference for feathery hair on the box. Finger poking inside her hole, she dabs before holding the glistening tip up for approval.
Jinxy seizes Danielle's hand, sticking the moist finger into her greedy mouth. Sucking, she licks the entire length from knuckle to tip then swallows. Jinxy wonders if she should ask for another fingering, and gives her opinion. “Tasty.”
"LUSTY LAWYERS AND THEIR INNOCENT INTERNS Vol. 1: Spanked by the Boss"
By Kay Brandt
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lusty-Lawyers-their-Innocent-Interns-ebook/dp/B00TJEPSNW/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
181 words from The River's Embrace, by A. Silenus
http://www.amazon.com/A.-Silenus/e/B005W3XCK0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1426223932&sr=1-1
He reached down and felt her wrist as her fingers poked between his legs and up between his buttocks. The cool metal of her bangle sent a spasm resonating up his spine. He tried to step back, but there was little room to escape from her. In any case, desire was melting his resistance. He sighed as her fingers guided his erect penis into the small gap in the wall. His eyes closed and he could think of nothing other than the rhythmic billows of warm air wafting over his pelvis from the room beyond. By the time her tongue flicked for the first time over his taut skin he could hardly stand the waiting. He grunted and pushed forward against the wall. It was enough to prompt a triumphant purr from the darkness.
“You’re so eager to please.”
Her tongue circled the tip of his penis, exploring ridges and the central crevice until Shyan trembled with the effort of bearing it. Miasmic tremors were starting to form between his legs, and with murmurs and gurgles he signaled the nearing climax.
186 words from The Dom Next Door, Ariel Storm
The tongues of leather from the flogger grazed the side of my cheeks, first my right then the left in a sweeping figure-eight. He used the device to strike me again and I bit my lip. My fantasy was being fulfilled, Jack had gone from being my mild-mannered neighbor, to the experienced Dom I’d known he was inside.
Jack—Master Jay—continued his expert whipping and I gave myself over completely. I got lost in the exquisite prickling of pain from the leather, lost in the rhythm of the flogger’s tails against my ass, lost in the tingle and heat that spread across my skin.
Every once in a while Jack would give me a short break. He’d lightly rub my backside and the stinging would subside. I started to crave an orgasm the way the parched yearn for water. I widened my stance, leaned into the table more and angled my hips higher. My hope was that the wedge of glistening pink flesh between my legs would make Jack want to take me.
Instead, seeing my wet, swollen pussy only made him play even dirtier.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00U838QA0