Ah, the weekend! Time to relax, unwind, curl up with your honey (or honeys!) and of course add more steamy goodness to your latest work in progress. But I hope you’ll also take a few minutes to post a bit of your sexiest prose, because today is Sexy Snippet Day!
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.
“Ah, poor Romeo. He is infatuated with a woman who will have none of him. I know exactly how he feels.” As he speaks he inserts his fingers into my quim again, as though it is the most natural thing in the world that a literary conversation should be accompanied by a spot of vigorous finger-fucking.
I groan as my body spasms. I am wet, dripping I daresay, and his fingers slide in and out se easily. He manages to finds that perfect spot each time, and even reaches around me with his other hand to stroke my clitoris. My climax begins to coil and form, rearing up to seize control of my senses.
Then, as suddenly as it started, my arousal is receding. Gray does not step away this time but his fingers go still within me as my response dies. I squirm and wriggle, seeking to re-establish that delicious friction, but to no avail.
“Be still, Imogen. Continue reading, please. I want to know what Romeo does next.”
“I cannot. Not when you do – that.”
“This?” He delivers a couple more driving thrusts and I gasp my assent.
“Yes, that. Please Gray, I need…”
196 words from The Highwayman's Lady by Ashe Barker http://www.amazon.com/Highwaymans-Lady-Ashe-Barker-ebook/dp/B01CLM0IOW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1458386042&sr=1-1&keywords=ashe+barker
You're always the first up, Ashe! Well done.
“Clasp your hands behind your head.” She complies almost before the order is out of my mouth. The change further elevates her tits. Oh, but those rosy nipples just cry out for some clamps! I’ve got some clothespins that would do the trick—just the thought makes my cock throb—but we’ve got to go through the formalities first.
Facing her again, I weigh her breasts in my palms, tracing the dark areolae with my thumbs. She shivers at my teasing touch. “I want to tie you up, Rachel, and do things to your body. Torture these nipples a bit. Maybe whip you with my belt. Stick things into your pussy, your mouth, or your ass. I won’t hurt you, not any more than you can bear. But I need your consent first.”
Her wide eyes remind me of some anime character. Her lips are slack and soft, as though inviting the sort of invasion I describe. Her chest rises and falls with her quick, shallow breathing. She looks young, succulent, needy and a bit scared. The self-confident billionaire entrepreneur has totally vanished.
Power surges through me. She wants what I have to offer. I just have to make her admit it.
200 words from The Gazillionaire and the Virgin by Lisabet Sarai
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B76B95K/
Damn, you sure take us there, Lisabet.
The Most Perfect Sin by Slave Nano
“Is God not omnipotent? Is God not all powerful? Yea, fellow creatures, how can you deny this self-evident truth? So, if it is thus, is God not everywhere and in everything? Is God not in this tankard of ale that I sup? Is God not in the pipe that I smoke?”
The notorious Ranter, Tobias Coppe, was in full flow. The Flask Tavern in Southwark was his church, the oak table he stood on his pulpit and the assortment of drunks, whores, and travellers, his congregation. He commanded the full attention of the revellers in the inn with the passion and persuasiveness of his voice. He preached with an arrogant swagger that had the wenches swooning with lust. His words were met with uproarious approval by his audience.
“And doth it not follow, therefore, that God is in my cock. And that God is in your cunt. And when my tail is stiff, is that not godly? For whatsoever is done with the spirit of God inside us, is that not good and godly? And when a prick doth penetrate a quim, are we not rejoicing in God’s love? For doth God not love his children unreservedly, sinning as well as praying. Indeed, art those most perfect which doth commit the greatest sin with least remorse!”
http://fantasticfictionpublishing.com/product/the-most-perfect-sin
Marsha Gets a Raise
“Misty can’t handle Kevin’s cock either? This will never do. Bring in that one with the big ears. What’s her name?”
“She’s just a script girl, sir. I don’t think Marsha does actual films.”
“Well, if Marsha wants a job, she'd better get on her knees.”
“Hey Marsha! … Anybody seen Marsha?”
“Here I am.”
“Director wants to talk with you… Here she is, boss.”
“Hey, Marsha! How’s it goin’ sweetheart? How’s my girl?”
“Umm … fine, sir. But this is the first you’ve talked to me. I didn’t even think you knew my name.”
“Well, we’ve noticed you, alright. You’re just what we need for this.”
“Isn’t this a cock sucking scene? My mouth seems kinda small for the lead guy.”
“Maybe if you just sucked on the tip. Don’t try to deep-throat him. Stroke it with your hand.”
“Okay! It’ll pay more than I’m making now, right?”
“Sure will. Now—on your knees… Kevin? Get it up for Marsha.”
“No way, sir. Her mouth’s too small.”
“Nah. Push it up to her lips… Good. Now grab her ears.”
“Ow!”
“Now pull. Toward you, Kevin. Pull harder… How’s that, Marsha?”
“Mmgg.”
“Yeah. Just like that, Kevin. Push… Pull… Perfect.”
From the upcoming “Flash Daddy” out later this year from Excessica. For the time being, see:
http://www.amazon.com/Gonzo-Collection-Daddy-X-ebook/dp/B00WLGVP0K/
OMG – Hilarious!
Every Breath I Take
Shirts and shorts were discarded in a flash and they sprawled on the bed, limbs
entangled, mouths crushed together in one bruising kiss after another. Any trace of
disappointment Troy had felt moments before was dispelled as they devoured each other, Troy giving himself up to the lust and sensual hunger Mark always instantly awakened in him.
Amazing how this one man could arouse in him feelings he’d never experienced with anyone else. Sex had been just that—sex—a way of getting off, a means to forget in the welter of release, the unhappiness that often bordered on desolation, and was never far from the forefront of his mind.
With Mark it was all so different. No drug had ever given him the high that Mark could bring him. Now, as he clung to him, arms and legs wrapped tightly around Mark’s muscular body he wanted to shout his joy out loud, but as his mouth was busy accommodating Mark’s tongue, he contented himself with humming happily through their kiss.
Mark pulled back a little and chuckled. “What are you doing?”
“Letting you know how great you make me feel.”
“And that feeling’s mutual…”
https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/every-breath-i-take
Good sense of the revelation of sex that matters.
from "The Water-Harp" in Underwater (just out from Transmundane Press):
Rebecca kissed her mouth. “Do you like that, dear heart?”
Dorcas felt as though her flesh were melting and as though she could float up into the air. The heat and the churning in her belly made her feel as though she were turning to liquid. She wondered if fish in the river felt so free.
“Like” seemed so simple a word that she did not know how to answer Rebecca’s question. “Is kissing supposed to protect me from the curse of women?” asked Dorcas in return.
Rebecca smothered a laugh that shook her breasts and all her body under her skirt. “No, dear. It brings out the Devil in us so we can know him when we meet him.” Rebecca’s confident hands kneaded Dorcas’ breasts, and the girl’s breathing grew louder.
Dorcas moaned. She wanted Rebecca to touch her between the legs, regardless of the stream that flowed from her there. She guided one of Rebecca’s willing hands to the blood-cloth.
Rebecca did the rest, finding her way beyond a nest of hair to where a nubbin of flesh at the juncture of two lips responded to the lightest stroke.
http://www.amazon.com/Underwater-Transmundane-Press/dp/1530056209
He sucked cock much better than he talked dirty. I felt like an amateur pianist opening for a master. His tongue probed, thrust, and encircled. It rolled under my foreskin, over the head of my cock, and then thrust — somehow, it seemed that way anyway — into my piss slit and right inside me. I arched back, close already.
He pulled my balls, not viciously, but enough to bring me back. He wanted to savor my cock. His tongue lapped at it, and then he swallowed the whole spit slicked length of it and let it rest, pulsing, inside his throat. Some muscles inside his gullet pulled and massaged it.
I came. I couldn't help it. I came a long, sad, and not entirely pleasant orgasm. But he swallowed it all, and pulled up to lay next to me, his thin arm flung over my chest.
"I'm sorry the world fucked you," he said, after a few moments of silence.
"I'm sorry too."
"What would you want to be if you had to grow up?"
I thought about it. What would piss my dad off most? "A whore," I said.
Sleeping Rough: Summer
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VWF9ZSU
Their Forbidden Love
Excerpt…He smiled, positioning himself over me. "No, no I don't." He kissed my neck, then my chest as I guided him to where I wanted him the most. "Baby," he whispered against my chest, gently rubbing his nose against the fullness of my breast. I slowly rocked back and forth while he filled me deeper. He nibbled at my hard nipple, pushing me harder against the bed. "God, you feel so good."
"God, Jonathan." I pressed my head against the mattress and held his back, digging my short nails into his flesh. "Oh my god." My body twisted and turned to get the best results because I couldn't get enough of him. "Oh god." I hit my hand above me against the wall. My words sparked something inside him. He held my palm flat against the wall and he rocked his hips, giving me long hard strokes. He grunted, out of breath and rested his forehead against my shoulder. "Oh yes," I screamed, feeling the best orgasm in my life.
"Oh, god. Oh, Carmen," he panted, rocking hard and fast against me.
Remember — only 200 words! I'll delete excerpts that are longer. Also, please post a BUY LINK. That means you should only use excerpts or flashers that are CURRENTLY AVAILABLE for purchase or free download!
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Cougars In Season
Dex and I looked at each other with unchaste frenzy. We never anticipated that his stepmom would offer us her tits and we quickly knelt on either side of her and rubbed her orbs. I roamed my palm all around one of her big, round tits, while Dex inspected her other jug with a full trembling grip. She took in a libidinous breath, and I lowered my mouth to her lush tip, and licked and nibbled her swollen nub with relentless admiration.
Dex groaned with intoxication, and I figured out why. Kris had ahold of the hardened cockhead in his trunks, caressing his crown and lustily wrapping her fingers around his sinewy shaft.
“Well, let's see it,” she said, pushing her hand down to the base of his prodigious hard-on. “Show me this juicy cock.”
Dex dropped his trunks, surprising his stepmom.
“Holy shit,” she said sitting up at attention to admire his upturned member. “You sure don't take after your father.”
Even I was impressed with Dex's girth. He was several inches bigger than I, and I'm above average, and the way Kris's eyes adored him, I had to figure that she hadn't seen anything like it, either.
http://devinbrees.com/books/cougars-in-season/
From "The World of Cherry" by Kay Brandt (book 1 in the series) ~
“Your hands feel so good.” Harlow lifts her chin, beckoning for a kiss.
“You're hungry,” I tease, massaging her from hip to tits and back down again. “Put the
water back on your clit, Harlow. Get yourself wet, inside and out.”
The shower head makes a path down her torso to her pelvis. Her body shivers from my
fingertips brushing against her pussy lips, inserting slightly and gently into her precious hole.
Shoving my whole finger in is what I really want to do. I want to feel her tightness engulf it right
to the knuckle so I can trigger a deluge from her gorgeous snatch, but I wait, giving her an
unbearably light amount of penetration.
“Cherry, please, please kiss me.”
Hovering my lips over hers, I smile. “You like my hand on your pussy? Feel my finger?
You want a second one?”
“Yes, a little more.” Harlow is breathless, her whole being shuddering against mine. I
help her hold the shower head steady as her arms grow weak from passionate waves.
“Is this what you want?” My finger slides in half way. “More?”
http://www.amazon.com/World-Cherry-Kay-Brandt-ebook/dp/B00PX1KD1M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1416584658&sr=1-1&keywords=The+World+of+Cherry