Greetings of the season to everyone reading this! I know you’re all busy with cards and gifts, shopping, baking and writing. But I do hope you’ll take some time off to enjoy Sexy Snippet 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!
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.
I stood behind Alberto and took pictures of my dirty wife dutifully looking up at us, her mouth fully stuffed with his hard meat. He gripped her pigtails, wrapping her silky hair in his hands, and started thrusting his hips.
“It’s OK?” He said. “I can fuck your pretty face?”
Katelynn gave him a trembling moan of affirmation, and Alberto took over, vigorously thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. I had never seen a man more animated to fuck a woman's mouth, and my cock was practically bursting through my zipper while I watched my wife easily handle his hammering thrusts.
He lifted her head by her ponytails to give her a break from his lustful plunges, and after a couple of impudent exhales, she begged him for more. He stood, lifted her head to his cock by her hair, and rapidly fucked her face again while she insatiably held his hips. I turned the camera sideways and took tall shots of them in profile, capturing a couple of glorious pictures of my wife gagging on his eager muscle.
Voracious Cougars Want It Deep, by Devin Brees
http://devinbrees.com/books/voracious-cougars-want-it-deep/
Sexy Snippet from Deadly Alliance, http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/
She braced against the dresser. “I’m seconds away from begging.”
He reached through her thighs, just brushing her mound, and she arched in response. He used his fingers to stroke her lips, parted them, and spread her wetness over them. Using control, he was slow to enter. Buried in her sweetness, he thrust into her like a piston.
She turned her head. “Finn,” she whispered. “Finn.”
He pulled her skirt-covered hips into his, riding her and loving the way she let herself go. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She came with a loud moan, and he released into her. As she came down, she laughed. He pulled out of her but wrapped his arms around her and didn’t let go for a long time. He kissed the back of her neck. “We belong to each other tonight.”
She turned, and the look of ecstasy on her face turned him on more than he ever thought possible. He needed to taste her.
He knelt, and with his fingers, he spread her pussy wide and touched the tip of his tongue to her clit.
Her body shook, and her hands were in his hair as she pulled him close.
Sexy Snippet from Their Kidnapped Bride – Book 1, Bridewater Menage Series – http://www.amazon.com/Their-Kidnapped-Bride-Bridgewater-Menage-ebook/dp/B00XJ3H67U
"Stop," Ian commanded. Realizing she was panicking, he spanked her arse, her skin quivering beneath his palm.
She froze in place and cried out. Stunned. "He spanked me!"
"He bloody well did, and he will do it again if you continue to resist. Oh, you liked it. Ian, she's dripping onto my lap."
"No, I don't like it!" she cried out, but her juices dripping onto my cock said otherwise.
Ian gave her another mild spank. "Do not lie, lass."
Her inner walls clenched down on the head of my cock. I gritted my teeth. "You are not in control here. We are. I assure you my cock will fit and your body is most assuredly wet and ready. It is your maidenhead that is blocking the way. I will solve that problem right now."
"But–"
Before she could protest anymore, I pressed her down with both hands on her arse, thrusting up, deliberately hard, claiming her.