Where did the summer go?
I hope you’ve spent yours writing suitably steamy stories. If so, today is your chance to share a bit of them!
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.
From A Taming Season: A Love at Lake George Novel:
Zoe pushed him down until he was lying flat on his back. In one smooth movement she swung over him, sliding her searing slit over his throbbing erection. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. She was tight and hot. He gasped and struggled for control.
“Can’t hold this much longer, Zo. Sorry.”
But she was sitting perfectly still. Smiling, she ran one finger along his jaw, her eyes locked on his.
This is sweet, incredible torture. With a woman who seems to have sprung out of one of my most exciting, erotic dreams.
Slowly, she started to rock. Jason reached up to cup those swollen, freckled mounds. One at a time, he brought his thumbs to his mouth, sucking on them. When they returned to their destination, properly lubricated, they began a slow circling around the hard peaks. Her gasp caused his cock to twitch inside her.
Control, dude. Maintain control. She has to come with me. I want her cresting the wave right beside me.
And she did. At the moment he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer, her core pulsed rhythmically around him and she screamed his name. The convulsive waves around his swollen shaft brought him powerfully, mind-explodingly over the top.
A Taming Season
She bit her lip, struggling to maintain their tacit vow of silence. He worked her, plunging deep and hard, sensing her needs without words. The shrouded beat of the music, the beat of her heart, the synchronized rhythm of their breathing—it was another dance, and Miranda poured herself into it.
The darkness was total. Still, Miranda, driven by instinct, closed her eyes. Other senses took over. The cloakroom was heavy with the animal smell of sex. Sound was muffled, subtle, no voices, nothing but the quickening rasp of air through open mouths. Wanting taste, Miranda burrowed her face into the crook of her arm, to find salt and a hint of musk. Touch, though, was the reigning sense, the glide of his cock in and out of her slick folds, the little twinge when he caught the opening of her womb. His coarse pubic hair like burlap against her thighs when he buried himself to the hilt. The sharp bite of his fingernails as he pried her cheeks apart, seeking deeper access, more complete possession.
175 words from Incognito by Lisabet Sarai
From The Reluctant Alpha by Kenn Dahll:
Gamely, Red uses a hand to move my tool so it’s tip is pressing against his clenched sphincter then leans back slightly. To my surprise, or because he’s so keen to be fucked, the mushroom-like head pops through his anal ring with only a slight groan from Red. “Damn! That’s one fat cock,” he announces as he stops any downward motion.
“Take a breath and get used to it before lowering yourself more. I won’t do anything to get in deeper until your ready.” My tense voice disclosed my desire to hurry the process up; but I cared too much for my companion to hurt him. Red must have picked up on my wishes because he slips down on my shaft until his face scrunches up in a grimace and I know he’s in pain. “Slow down, we have all night,” I tell him to no avail. With a deep breath he plants his feet on the rug and raises his body putting more weight on his ass, causing it to glide down my hard pole until his buttocks rest on my hip bones.
“Wow! I did it!” He exclaims as sweat pours from his flushed face. “What do I do now?”
http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=28&products_id=1075
Morgan D'Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody (Not erotica but R) –
I swiped my tongue over my dry lips, my throat even drier.
My hand slipped beneath her skirt, caressing her thigh.
"Shall we…now?”
“Here,” she gasped, but her hand closed on my erection.
“What if…I can’t risk someone seeing…”
“If anyone dares trespass, I shall take care of it.” My fingertip brushed her satin thong.
She swiveled her hips, giving me access. “I guess being a member of the House of Lords has its perks.”
In a sizzling, hungry silence, we gazed into each other’s eyes. I nuzzled her neck, drowning in the heady scents of blood and lust.
Ellen whispered, “You get me so hot.”
Her knees fell apart. I wrenched the last barrier to pleasure out of the way, slipping my middle finger into her heat. Her hips bucked up, driving my finger deep into her pulsing canal. With the heel of my hand, I massaged her swollen trigger. My hard cock throbbed in the tight restraint of my pants.
“I wanted you the minute I laid eyes on you,” she groaned. “But in a car with my front door in sight and a big soft bed waiting for us?”
I slipped another finger into her, bent to suckle her nipples, my fangs gently scraping the taut nubs. “It’s exciting, don’t you think? The thought that someone might pass by, see us and be turned on, watching our passion.”
“Uhm. It’s your car. Your license plate.” Her hand closed on my erection, stroking to the rhythm of the thrust of my fingers.
Maybe it’s the conquest thing with guys. Once they have their way with a girl, there’s no mystery anymore. On to the next conquest. If they’re not serious about a relationship, it’s all about fucking.
I finally made a decision. I’d play it differently when the next good chance came along. Fuck buddies weren’t hard to find, but a lover who’d stick with me? A much bigger problem. I was ready for the real thing.
I’d known Dan for years. He came to town with the quarterly antique exhibits at the Civic Center. I never missed a show. Dan had the most interesting booth—all those ancient objects and primitive art from around the world. He had a winning manner and an easy confidence with people.
I’d thought about him sexually, of course. A tall, graying man, about forty five, or maybe a great looking fifty. That cute little ponytail. Often, after coming home from the antique show, I’d get out a favorite vibrator, take it with me under my goose down duvet, then fantasize about his clear blue eyes and confident artistic sensitivity until I’d exhausted myself.
188 words from “Light my Fire,” featured in the “Brand X” collection.
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1W9p4lU
Maggie could sense his exasperation. “Sean, you’ll be going away for a lot longer than two years.”
She was standing on the ledge, ready to take the leap.
His small eyes stared at the floor.
Her hands shook. “I think it’s safe to say this will probably be the last time you’re alone with a woman for a long time.”
He looked up from the paper in his hand, his eyes lingering on her body before staring into her eyes. His jaw was clenched tight.
Maggie’s throat constricted and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get the words out. “Maybe you should make the most of it.” She was so close to living out a fantasy she’d had since first entering law school.
He frowned, looked hungrily at her body once more. “Don’t you think I’m in enough trouble already?”
Maggie started to slowly pull her skirt up, revealing more of her bare legs, inch by inch.
He stared at her thighs as the skirt was pulled higher. He licked his lips again. “They’d throw away the key.”
“Not if they don’t find out…”
When the skirt bunched around her waist, he saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
200 words from 'Unjust Rewards' – one of four stories featured in 'Unlikely'.
Amazon US: http://tinyurl.com/DS-Unl-1
The Passion of a Marquess" by Linda Rae Sande
In the dim light, Samantha could make out the outline of
his arousal in the silk fabric. She was tempted to move her
hand down, move it down and cover the bulge and use her fingers
to explore its shape, but she dared not. Ethan’s free hand
suddenly moved to her arm, his thumb brushing the side of
the ruffled cup of her corset as he did so.
Unable to suppress a gasp at the frisson his touch had set
off, Samantha moved her hand over his and guided his thumb
back to her breast.
A bit surprised by the inherent invitation, Ethan lifted
himself onto one elbow, forcing Samantha’s head off his shoulder.
His hand moved to cover her breast, his finger tips grasping
the edges of the ruffles to pull them down. Leaning over, his
mouth took her breast, his tongue laving across the puckered
flesh in an assault that had Samantha so stunned, she almost
couldn’t breathe. Her chest arched up as his mouth released
its hold and then blew air on the damp breast. His fingertips
pulled down the ruffles on the other side, exposing her breast
to his fingers and then his tongue.
From Once Should Be Enough by Nikky Kaye
http://www.amazon.com/Once-Should-Enough-Nikky-Kaye-ebook/dp/B01HSM1LNC/
I bent over, my mouth at her ear. “Don’t forget I’m pre-med,” I reminded her. “I’ve studied anatomy. I know things about your body that your pencil-dick ex couldn’t even spell. If you wanted me to, I could make you come so hard you black out.”
She gasped.
“I bet you’ve never been eaten out properly, have you?”
She gulped in some more air. Fuck. That throat.
“You should be. I need to show you. Oh god, let me. You’d love it… being licked and sucked, my hands spreading you open with one thumb buried inside you. How many fingers have you had at once?” I asked her. “Two? Three?”
Her eyes closed and she shook her head almost too briefly for me to notice. But I did notice.
“Four? More?” It was more likely that she’d been stabbed at by a single digit by a selfish prick who didn’t know what he was doing.
My cock turned to stone at the idea of opening her up. Knuckle deep.
“As much as I would love to feel your pussy tightening around my hand, I would honest to god pay a thousand dollars just to have my tongue inside you,” I admitted.
Excerpt from "At Mother's Command" by Kay Brandt
“Here they are, Rocco darling.” Sumera lifted her pretty foot from the boot. Her black-painted toes flashed a metallic shine. “Love them.”
Finally, he had permission to worship her beloved feet. “Like this?”
With a wad of hot spit Rocco slithered his tongue in between her toes. He teased the sensitive crevices, and felt her leg go weak from his delicious technique. Slurping on each toe, he orally massaged them, licking and sucking with lust till she grabbed his hair and smacked his face.
“Too fast!” she yelled, slipping her toes from his mouth. Sumera snapped twice, pointing at her other leg. The nonverbal command was given for Rocco to repeat the detailed process of untying the straps with his teeth, and maneuvering the zipper to her ankle.
Once free of the boot, Sumera dangled her foot in his face, expecting the same treatment. “Clean it.”
And he did, bathing her foot with wads of spit till each toe was soaked from base to the tip. She moaned her approval, and let him lick like an animal on prey.
“Enough,” she said, withdrawing her foot and regaining her stance. “Mistress needs her pussy filled.”
https://www.amazon.com/At-Mothers-Command-Kay-Brandt-ebook/dp/B01JAI387Y/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8#nav-subnav
from "Shelter" by Jean Roberta, in Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire, edited by Cheyenne Blue (Ladylit, 2014):
Renee gave me a condescending laugh. “I dropped out of high school, baby. It don’t really make much difference now. I make more money than any of our teachers. There’s so many career opportunities in this town.” This wisecrack tickled her so much that she bent over to let a big, rude guffaw float out into the wicked night.
I didn’t dare ask which career path she had chosen.
And then she was kissing me, her hot lips on mine and her tongue sliding in between them. I didn’t want to admit that I had never done this before with a woman, and I didn’t want her to stop. She stroked my shoulder-length golden-brown hair (my one physical feature that seemed adequate to me), and possessively massaged my scalp. “It’s like silk thread,” she told me in a low voice. Tingles flowed from my head through the rest of my body. I wondered whether she always used the same technique.
She cupped one of my breasts. “We can’t do this here,” I warned. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go. As it turned out, I didn’t have to decide.
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(Note: "Shelter" will be featured in the ERWA Gallery next month.)
And we're proud to have it, Jean!
From No Restraint – Contemporary Erotic Romance
Amazon U. K.: https://www.amazon.co.uk/No-Restraint-Elizabeth-Black-ebook/dp/B01IGHFZI0/
Amazon U. S.: https://www.amazon.com/No-Restraint-Elizabeth-Black-ebook/dp/B01IGHFZI0/r
‘How is she to fuck?’ Alex’s throat felt dry as she asked the question. She looked at Jackson. She wanted to hear his answer more than anyone else’s. Did she arouse him, in the flesh and in the form of a doll? ‘I throb when I come. You could add a removable vibrating bullet to the vagina. Also, maybe make it a removable pocket pussy so she’s easy to clean and he can take the pussy traveling with him.’ She walked to the doll and slipped in two fingers. ‘Good, she’s very tight. I’ve used Ben Wa balls to strengthen my pelvic floor. My lovers liked that very much.’
‘Lovers?’ Jackson straightened up in his chair. Good. I have his attention. ‘How many lovers do you have?’
‘I had four, but I broke off the relationships. They were very clingy. I don’t like to be tied down.’ I can’t believe I just said that …
‘You don’t?’ It was no wonder Jackson curled up one lip at her. His eyes danced and gleamed in the fluorescent lights. My God, he is easy on the eyes
Fingers circled his base tightly, and Ash could feel Dougal’s tongue playing with his head and dipping into his slit. After a time, the pleasure was not so acutely distracting, and his eyes focused again. He leaned down, grabbing Dougal’s cock where it rose hard and full from his body. Opening his mouth wide, he slid over the swollen head and began to mimic Dougal’s rhythm. Groaning and sighing around each other’s cocks, they both sucked greedily.
Ash felt Seth’s hands on his ass, gripping and stroking, and then his cheeks were parted. He tensed, only to feel Seth’s warm breath on his shrinking hole. He knew he was clean—he was always meticulous with bathing—but even so, he felt a surge of shock when Seth’s tongue ran up and down the length of his crease, from the base of his spine to the back of his balls. The tip lingered on his entrance, and then pressed, sinking inside. Ash yelled around Dougal’s cock. He pushed hard into Seth’s face, squirming at the incomparable sensation of being licked.
He had never felt anything like this dirty, delicious caress before.
He never wanted it to stop.
'Barn Dance' by Jules Radcliffe
https://www.amazon.com/Barn-Dance-Jules-Radcliffe-ebook/dp/B00XAIF9S2
https://www.amazon.com/Claudia-Lords-Peterborough-Adam-Mann-ebook/dp/B015NKSI0K
“You idiot!” she chided herself, “He’s the Earl of Peterborough.”
She heard a noise behind her in her room, and called out, “Just a minute,” quickly dressing herself leaving on the tights, but still forgetting her panties, which are usually worn under the nylon fabric of the tights, and also her bra which was a bit damp, and just then she couldn’t get a clean one from her room.
There was no one in her room, but the communicating door to Benjamin’s room was open and the light was on in his room.
“Claudia,” he called.
He was sitting in his chair looking at his laptop, mobile phone and new camera, and smiling to himself;
“Aren’t I lucky,” he said aloud, “all I need now is a good woman!”
“Gloria Higgins is coming here tomorrow night,” said Claudia.
“Come here,” said Benjamin.
“Sit on my lap,” he commanded, “and let me hold you. I need some practice, don’t I?”
“Benjamin!” she was chiding everyone tonight.
“I need practice,” he laughed, but still held his arms towards her.
She walked and sat on the end of his legs, his knees, very gingerly, and smiled at him. He still held his arms in the air;
“A bit nearer to me!” he said, and gingerly she did, suddenly remembering she had on neither panties nor a bra.
He put his arms around her waist and drew her towards him, and she smiled and half turned, so that one arm could ward him off; instead her hand went to his shoulder. They smiled at one another, but her body remained tense.
He looked down; “You sexy beast, you’re not wearing a bra!”
“You interrupted me when I was changing,”
“Do you always change in the bathroom?”
“No, I was checking up on myself,”
“A mileage check?” he joked, and she had to relax, and smile.
The trouble was that Benjamin did find her very attractive, as he had ten years ago, and now could feel his penis hardening under her legs, and he hoped that she could not also feel it near to her vagina, but she did, and she looked down at her own legs both at one side of him.
“We’re a bad influence on one another,” she kissed his forehead and stood up, making him let go of her.
Benjamin took a deep breath, and looked at his new laptop.
“Don’t go, I might need some help.”
“Let me go and get properly dressed, someone might come in!”
She came back a few minutes later wearing panties under her tights, with lipstick and a little eye shadow, and a bra which lifted her breasts to show some cleavage.
“Wow,” said Benjamin, “I thought you wanted me to behave!”
https://www.amazon.com/Claudia-Lords-Peterborough-Adam-Mann-ebook/dp/B015NKSI0K
Dreams Do Come True by Tonya Kinzer – LGBTQ romance
“I thought you were exhausted?” Obeying, she propped her foot on the tub’s edge. Sandi reveled in the new Kiera and how eager she was to learn about the Dom/sub ways. Slippery fingers teased their way up Sandi’s inner thigh, massaging the muscles, and then sliding up to cup her pussy. A breath caught in Sandi’s throat. Kiera rubbed the outer groin area, then slid her palm in a circular motion over Sandi’s labia, and touched her clit. Sandi squeezed her inner muscles, wanting Kiera to reach up deep inside. She squatted to give Kiera better access. Kiera washed Sandi’s labia, between them, and then she reached back and washed between her ass cheeks, scrubbing, making her horny each time the hot pressure of her touch moved over her anal opening. She couldn’t wait to teach Kiera how much pleasure that area could create.
Kiera unhooked the shower nozzle to rinse Sandi, starting at her shoulders, over her breasts, and down her abs. Rivulets of water trickled over her skin, creating more sexual urgings.
Sandi couldn’t get enough.
A hand fisted in Sandi’s wet hair. “Clasp your hands behind you.”
https://www.amazon.com/Dreams-Come-True-Through-Lens-ebook/dp/B00SJIQBFS
Taken from IMOGEN: Captured, a dark dystopian love story
"Do I need to tie you down, or will you cooperate?" He spoke in a detached tone, but of course he did. I was his prisoner. He didn't know me. He certainly didn't care for me.
I had no idea what to say, how to respond. What choice did I have? He would do what he wanted, but he was asking, and I somehow felt my belly tighten. I was so scared and yet a part of me was aroused. It was so confusing.
"You hesitated again, Imogen." He grabbed my hand, and we left the warmth of the living area. He brought me into a bedroom, accented with red and cream colors, soothing. How ironic.
He led me further into the bedroom, and then turned me around to face him, the back of my legs against the side of the bed. I stood naked in front of him and looked down, humiliated. I had been fully washed and shaven by god knows who when I was unconscious. I felt tears burning my eyes again.
"You are truly beautiful," he said, catching me off guard, and I stopped breathing. "Your virginity would not last long here, Imogen. Trust me…
https://www.amazon.com/IMOGEN-Captured-1-R-B-OBrien-ebook/dp/B01GZHTAC0?ie=UTF8&ref_=asap_bc
A good selection of teasers!