Sexy Snippets for January
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 & 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.
I’m going to include an example here in the body of the post, to illustrate. I’ll be away on the 19th, and I want you to have a model to follow. After this month, I’ll post my snippets in comments, just like everyone else.
————– Sample Sexy Snippet ——————–
the sadist in our relationship. But I’m the one who’s more extreme.
wanted to strap a butterfly vibe to my clit, to ramp up my arousal so
I could better bear the pain. Does he really believe I could be more
aroused than I already am?
immobilized in one of our dinette chairs. Leather cuffs secure my
wrists and ankles. Woven straps encircle my thighs, my upper arms, my
waist and torso. The first rasp of separating Velcro liquefied me.
No, that’s not right. I’ve been soaked since I served him dinner and
he informed me, ever so casually, that tonight was the night.
putters around the kitchen, drawing out the preparations, making me
wait. My Master possesses an instinctive sense of timing – an asset
for any Dom. He plays every action for greatest effect. The goose
necked lamp from my desk has already been plugged in, ready to dispel
any shadows. Spreading a clean towel on the breakfast bar beside my
chair, he lays out his materials and implements, one at a time: latex
gloves, a cigarette lighter, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, betadine,
gauze, surgical tape, and finally, two gleaming, silvery scalpels.
words from “Limits: A Love Story” in Spank Me Again, Stranger
by Lisabet Sarai
Please follow the rules. If you post more than 200 words or more than one link, I’ll remove your comment and ban you from participating in further Sexy Snippet days. So play nice!
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.
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.