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Greetings, smut slingers!
The 19th of the month has arrived once more–as it usually does–so it’s time for Sexy Snippets Day! I hope you’ve saved up some really steamy snippet to share.
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. No extra promo text, please!
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.
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LUKE’S REDEMPTION by Anni Fife. A contemporary erotic romance.
“Katya, baby—” He struggled to keep his hands flat against the door. He wanted to fist her hair and force her head where he wanted it. But the memory of her plea for control, the depth of feeling glistening in her eyes, staid him.
And she sucked.
He was large and so fucking hard, but she sucked his cock as deep as she could. She wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking and squeezing him while her mouth continued to suck. Her tongue constantly moving, laving, darting around the head and underneath.
Tonguing and sucking.
Jesus, the pleasure!
Her other hand slipped between his legs and cupped his balls, gently caressing them.
“Lick them, baby,” he ordered hoarsely. “Lick my balls.”
She hesitated at his request and her eyes lifted to him, languorous and filled with heat.
“Please, baby.”
She dropped her head and her tongue darted out.
“Fuck, yeah!” He flexed his hips and there was no way he could stop his hand moving to hold her head when she used her fingers to gently push, first one sac and then the other, into her mouth. She sucked and licked and swirled her tongue. Sensation raced through his body, weakening his legs and sizzling down his spine.
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Totally Coached
(c) Belinda LaPage 2016
Coach lowered the camera and looked at Margy in the flesh rather than on the digital display. Your color is up, Coach. Do you see something you like? He wasn’t the only one; Margy’s own breath was heavy in her chest and she felt flushed from all of his compliments.
“Depending on how, um, sexy you want it to be—” he began.
“Very sexy,” Margy confirmed, interrupting him.
“You could, ah, you know …” He swallowed heavily and gestured towards her knees. “You could open your legs a bit and, show me … I mean, show the camera your, ah, I mean …”
“My hoo-hah?” Margy asked, trying not to giggle. Oh my god! He does want to see my pussy.
“No! Oh! Ah, God no!” he said, blushing furiously. “I mean your, um, your panties. Not your, what you said.” Coach looked like he wanted to crawl under a rock.
“How’s this?” Margy asked with a teasing lilt, parting her thighs a few inches. “Can you see enough?”
Coach looked back down at the digital display.
Click.
“Maybe a little wider.”
Margy heard him gulp as she slowly opened wider.
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"You know you'll be getting a spanking, don't you, Jane?"
"Yes, Ged. I realise that."
Was the little brat smiling? He stood and slowly unbuckled his belt. Her stunned expression was far more to his liking now.
"If you're not naked and standing on that spot right in front of me by the time I count to five, you'll feel ten strokes of my belt across your beautiful arse too. Your choice, girl."
He sat back down, and had reached four by the time she scurried to a halt before him. She stood, nude and trembling, eyes downcast, waiting.
Fucking beautiful.
"Chin up, shoulders back, look at me. Clasp your hands together in the small of your back, feet shoulder width apart." He barked out his instructions and was gratified at the submissive and prompt manner in which she shifted into the position he desired.
"Was I quick enough, Ged?" Her voice sounded breathless. She'd been scared of him before, he knew that, but this was different. He decided to cheat a little on this occasion and delved into her head. He found apprehension there, tinged with anticipation—a heady cocktail for a new submissive.
From Resurrection, By Ashe Barker
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Topping You by Dr. J. in the Anthology Women on Top (c) Dr. J. 2016 195wc
“I’m Nicole Henning, in charge of giving you a conversation full of pleasure.
“Please, call me Dane.”
“Unzip your pants, Dane.”
“No foreplay?”
“My dear, this is foreplay.”
After he had unzipped, Nicole inched her hand in the open space. Dane looked at her as she stroked him hidden under the bar ledge. She expressed outright satisfaction. He continued to enjoy the music and her hand. A couple sat to his left. Nicole dropped her head to his shoulder.
“I’ve arranged for them to play with us.”
Nicole looked around Dane and made eye contact with the man. So close, Dane watched her tongue circle her lips and dart her eyes to his lap as she pushed him back in the chair. The man glanced downward and nudged his companion, who stole a glimpse. With her gaze affixed on Nicole’s hand in Dane’s tented slacks, she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes met Nicole’s and she grinned.
“Join us upstairs in an hour.” Nicole slid a room keycard across the bar top to the woman. They smiled and nodded at Dane. His erection got harder at the idea. Nicole repositioned it and zipped his fly.
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Topping You by Dr. J. in the Anthology Women on Top (c) Dr. J. 2016 195wc
“I’m Nicole Henning, in charge of giving you a conversation full of pleasure.
“Please, call me Dane.”
“Unzip your pants, Dane.”
“No foreplay?”
“My dear, this is foreplay.”
After he had unzipped, Nicole inched her hand in the open space. Dane looked at her as she stroked him hidden under the bar ledge. She expressed outright satisfaction. He continued to enjoy the music and her hand. A couple sat to his left. Nicole dropped her head to his shoulder.
“I’ve arranged for them to play with us.”
Nicole looked around Dane and made eye contact with the man. So close, Dane watched her tongue circle her lips and dart her eyes to his lap as she pushed him back in the chair. The man glanced downward and nudged his companion, who stole a glimpse. With her gaze affixed on Nicole’s hand in Dane’s tented slacks, she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes met Nicole’s and she grinned.
“Join us upstairs in an hour.” Nicole slid a room keycard across the bar top to the woman. They smiled and nodded at Dane. His erection got harder at the idea. Nicole repositioned it and zipped his fly.
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KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS
Kandace thought she heard the slide of clothing, and decided the other twin disrobed. In a lovely delirium of passion, she didn't move to find out for certain. Besides, Zol or Zin's lips tempted the small of her back, placing a beautiful-feeling kiss.
Kandace doubted any man had ever kissed her there. Certainly not like that. Not this feeling of I'm in sex paradise.
Sensually, he nuzzled her skin. The prowess of his mouth teased her, then pleased her with more long kisses. In absolute ecstasy, Kandace went limp.
She whimpered as his hands flowed down her arms. He palmed her hips beneath her skirt and his lips deserted her back. With clever fingers, he slowly eased her pantyhose downward and over her butt.
"Yes, naked," she murmured.
"Not yet, darling Kandy." His soft growl was a command.
The waistband of her pantyhose captured her knees. Smoothly stroking, he roamed his hands up and down the entire length of her thighs.
Goddess, they had the best, most sensually pleasurable hands in the universe. "What are you going to do to me, you bad hellhound?"
"Enjoying the shape of your bare ass."
His lips grazed one of her butt cheeks…
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