It’s the nineteenth of the month, and you know what that means, don’t you? This is your day to share your Sexy Snippets!
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 follow the rules. Last month I had to punish an author for posting multiple links and believe me, it wasn’t fun! If your excerpt is more than 200 words or includes 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.
Have fun!
~ 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.
“Get naked and kneel on the floor.” He barks out his instructions.
I snap my head around to look at him. Surely he can’t mean me to…?
“What part of naked and kneel don’t you understand?”
He does mean me to. He has deposited my clothes on a low couch at one end of the room, below a window. I note the glass is frosted. Probably very wise. He is standing now, facing me, his arms folded, his feet planted slightly apart. He looks much more purposeful than he did either in the bar or the dungeon. Much more intent. And determined. I have his undivided attention, and it’s clear from his irritated scowl that he does not appreciate my slowness to respond.
“Do as I say—do it now or leave.”
“But I…”
He steps forward, and instinctively I move backwards. He doesn’t take kindly to that.
“Stand still. Never back away from me. You’ll never need to. Not now, not ever. I won’t lay a hand on you without your permission.” His tone has hardened.
Despite the comfort in his words, I shiver. He sees and comments on it, “Do I need to adjust the heating, Summer?”
199 words from Rich Tapestry by Ashe Barker
https://www.totallybound.com/rich-tapestry
Now I really wonder where they are, Ashe!
Thanks for coming by the blog! (Before I even announced it. You are a marketing marvel!)
Neat! A fairly self-contained scene in just under 200 words.
I stalked around him, admiring his bronzed skin and the lean muscle that rippled beneath. I knew Etienne loved to eat almost as much as he loved to cook, but you’d never believe that from his athlete’s body, which was firm and sleek, without an ounce of fat. He stood at attention, shoulders squared and back straight. I ran my fingernail down his spine and smiled at his shivering response.
Paler then the rest of him, his magnificent ass swelled from his narrow waist, with matching dimples on either side of the shadowed crease. I wanted to fondle that astounding butt, to mold and massage each perfect orb, to press my lips against the silky skin. To worship it, in short. Instead, I landed a vicious slap on the right globe. My palm stung with the force of it. Undeterred by my own pain, I smacked the opposite cheek. The flesh wobbled slightly with the force of my blow, and pink blotches appeared on the creamy background. I spanked him again, on the same side. He bit back a moan.
“On your hands and knees, slave.”
Almost before the words had left my mouth, he assumed the required position.
200 words from The Ingredients of Bliss by Lisabet Sarai
https://www.totallybound.com/the-ingredients-of-bliss
BDSM is the trend of the day, Lisabet! Love your excerpt… 😉
This is appetizing. Those back-dimples on a nicely-shaped tush are very appealing, but not all erotic writers mention them.
“What’s the proper response when someone compliments you?”
“Um…thank you…Liam.”
“Correct. Now, say I’m beautiful.”
Kate's eyes widened. “Why?”
“Because I told you to. Now say it.”
Her tongue traced her parted lips. “I’m…uh…beautiful?”
“Are you telling me or asking me?”
Her shoulders stiffened. “I’m beautiful.”
“Yes, you are. And I think you deserve a reward.”
He landed a cupped, upward smack on her right ass cheek. She shrieked, but didn’t jerk away. He caressed where he’d spanked her. “Did you like that?”
She inhaled an unsteady breath. “Y…yes,” she stammered softly.
“Say I’m beautiful again and I’ll give you another reward.”
“I’m beautiful.”
He swatted her left cheek. “Again,” he growled.
“I’m beautiful.”
He spanked just below the first strike on her right. A low moan escaped her lips. He positioned her so her arms were braced on the couch, her reddening ass in the air.
He paused to stroke her skin.
“I’m beautiful.”
The words were hardly above a whisper, but he heard them and his dick swelled.
170 words from Shattered Trust by Lynda Bailey
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MJPJRX0
BDSM is popular today! Thanks for participating!
“Open your eyes,” Declan whispered in her ear, his body so close against her, a piece of paper wouldn’t have fit between them.
Margot did as Declan told her and she stared straight into a tall mirror that had been invisible behind the door of the wardrobe. She gasped, not prepared for direct confrontation with the signs of utter lust on her face and body. The blush on her cheeks and neck, the expression in her eyes, the fullness of her lips, the swell of her breasts and the pebble-hardness of her nipples… There was no way she could hide her feelings.
Her gaze lowered towards the neatly trimmed thatch of hair covering her vulva. Trails of cum and her own fluids had formed on the insides of her thighs.
“You look well-fucked.”
133 words from The Professor Wants Sex, part two of the Wanton Women at Work series by Ella Laurance
The complete series of four stories is now bundled and available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MT3GWDA
His lips trailed up the side of her throat and he nibbled her jawline. One hand encompassed her breast and the other slipped downward, to skim beneath the waistband of her battle leather. “What you and I will share won’t be just sex, Yeira. It will be an exorcism…a purging.”
He easily stretched the leather away from her lower belly, sliding his hand past it to cup her sex. Yeira gasped, fire coiling in her belly. She knew he was right. She’d known it for some time.
In that moment it seemed impossible to resist what he was offering. Worse, it seemed utterly stupid.
She turned in his arms and arched into him, her hands lifting to twine through his midnight hair. “Then so be it. Let this be the start of our healing…and the end of our obsession.”
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sam-Cheever-Author/102117321982?sk=app_410312912374011
This makes me curious to know what led them to this moment.
Punches on the pecs are hardest on the mind. Blows are coming dangerously close to your face, but you are supposed to offer yourself to them. The deep impact jolts the wind out of you, and makes you feel like you have no defenses, like your strength won’t protect you. I could see it register with him, now, as I slammed force into him—that he was giving up his armor; that he had no control, had given it to me; that he was naked before me, and I was going to reach inside and take what I wanted from him.
My dick was throbbing as I watched him take it. He kept balanced, breathed with it, but his eyes just looked so raw and young all of a sudden, like I had reached past his toughness, slid through whatever was haunting him and found the part of him that was vulnerable and hurting. I just kept pounding him, knowing it was going to break through, watching for it, until it burst through his eyes. Tears slid down his face and he just kept standing there and taking it, letting it bubble out and through. It was gorgeous to watch.
200 words from “Facing the Dark”, which was printed in Backdraft: Firemen Erotica, edited by Shane Allison
http://www.amazon.com/Backdraft-Fireman-Erotica-Shane-Allison-ebook/dp/B001DA9DOK/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top
Intense! Your BDSM scenes always include both extreme physicality and a logical explanation of the non-physical dynamics, all within amazingly brief passages. You might be the best of all kink-writers at this stuff.
Nightglow, a vampire tale by B.J. McCall
“Do I frighten you?”
“Unsettled would be a fair description. I didn’t expect you to be handsome.”
“Your honesty is refreshing. People have a tendency to act brave, but their sweat and accelerated heartbeat give them away.”
Her gaze locked with his.
“My heart is thundering. What does that tell you?”
Her eyes were blazing and her cheeks were flushed. “Your blood is rushing in excitement, not fear. Frankly, Miss Auburn, I’m the frightened one.”
Her gaze slid slowly over his bare chest. “I’m hardly a threat to you.”
He placed the tip of his finger beneath her chin and raised her face toward his. “Kissing a human is against the law.”
She placed her palms on his chest. “It’s a serious offense.”
Would she push him away or draw him closer?
Her fingers slid over his chest, brands of fire on his cold skin. “I’ve never broken a vampire law.”
“A costly fine for you,” he said. “Hard labor for me.”
She slid her palms up his chest to his shoulders and moved so close the heat of her body penetrated the fabric of her suit. “Only if we’re caught.”
http://www.bjmccall.com
Guy Ogan August 19, 2014 at 1:30 PM
Here is a snippet from my book, "Immortal Relations" http://amzn.com/B006ZCBT6G available on Amazon and Kindle.
She laughed, sliding her cold hands across my chest and other places! I quickly lost control and she laughed loudly as I turned the proverbial beet red, after my tension found relief. She told me to wash and return. I quickly complied and this time she had other ideas beyond fondling; I felt like my brain would fry as I found relief again after she ducked under the covers and performed some oral antics! I washed again and while I loved the idea of trying for a triple, knew it was beyond my abilities. So, in self-defense, I put on my cloths and came out fully dressed. She laughed as she had already dressed, feeling sure that I wouldn't be up to the challenge of another tryst. I took it in stride and had to laugh about it as well.
She asked me if I had any questions about what we just did and I said, "You made marvelous love to me, but couldn't allow me to try the same with you since if you had lost control for just a second I would have been injured or killed, your strength being so much greater than mine."
Here's a snippet from All I Ever Wanted https://www.totallybound.com/all-i-ever-wanted
“Aren’t you going to show me your painting?”
“In good time.” He said. Then he grabbed me and pulled me into him. “Right now, there’s something else I want to show you.”
“What’s that?”
“This,” he pulled me up and I wrapped my legs around him just as I’d wanted to do downstairs. Then he pressed his hard cock against me. I could feel it through all of the layers of clothing between us.
“You wanted to show me your erection?” I giggled.
“I wanted to show you how much I want you, how much I love you, how I need to have you.”
He unzipped his pants. I could not believe it. Right here? Right now? There were two women – one of whom was his wife – waiting for us downstairs. This was so wrong, so bad. So hot!
“Sebastian, don’t you think they’ll know?” I whispered.
He shook his head. “I don’t care.” He said. “I need to feel you. I need to be inside you right now. I need you to know how I feel about you and this is the best way I have of communicating that. Now take off your panties.”
Draken, Showken and Layern in The Draglen Brothers Series (note Draken is Free on all sites, Showken is on sale for .99cents and layern is new release)
DRAKEN BK 1
“ Princess, grab your legs by your ankles and lift them in the air. I want you to hold them, no matter what.”
“Ohhh, okay.” Oh, he is taking turns from licking my sex, to thrusting inside me. I’m losing it, this is too much.
http://tinyurl.com/lljb3vo
SHOWKEN BK 2
He grabs the cupcake and begins pushing up my shirt, smearing the frosting over my abdomen, sliding my panties down with his other hand, he continues to smear the frosting on my inner hips, moving toward my sex. When all of the frosting is gone, he stuffs the cupcake in his mouth chews and swallows.
“I like to eat my frosting last,” he says, lowering his head.
http://tinyurl.com/mvoweta
LAYERN BK 3
My legs are wrapped around his waist and he quickly unbuttons his pants and his erection is free. Yes is my thought. I want him and he responds, pushing himself inside, and with all the play at the restaurant, screaming in pleasure is amazing. Our flesh on flesh is all I focus on. If anyone walks by I don’t care, I want this. I need this. Layern’s hand slams against the wall next to my head, and I’m sure I feel crumbling rocks falling.
http://tinyurl.com/AmazonUS-Layern
Quotes all together are 200 words!
Here is a snippet from "Tears from Heaven," a story told by "Dr. Athena Chalkdust" in She Who Must be Obeyed (www.amazon.com/She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed/dp/1590211944)
Didrick, my able-bodied former student, was my gardener and maid-of-all-work. I watched her planting flowers and vegetables in receptive soil, and the symbolic implications of her work did not escape me. She washed the silk sheets of the bed where I took her, and where her diligence left me wet and fragrant. My poor protegee has never learned to write a crystal-clear sentence, but she poured her energy and devotion into becoming a one-dyke household staff. As when she was officially my student, I sometimes watched her try and fail.
Didrick Bent. The very name arouses such conflicting passions in me that I can't sit still. My house feels empty, but I feel as charged with electricity as the air beyond my walls.
The telephone rings on schedule. She was forbidden to contact me for two weeks, and today is the fourteenth day. I let it ring once, twice, again and again, sensing her anxiety. On the sixth ring, I answer.
Here's a snippet from Pack of Lies, available now: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/pack-of-lies/
A glance up the bed told him that although Nathaniel had appeared very laid back, almost cocky, when Isaac had said he was going for “a closer look”, now his hands were no longer behind his head—they were gripping the duvet. His expression was priceless—Isaac hadn’t even really gotten going yet and Nathaniel’s jaw was slack, his eyes glazed over. Huh. Maybe it had been a while for him too.
He felt the other man’s entire body tense up as he swallowed as much of his cock as possible, then began sucking in earnest, making sure he allowed plenty of saliva to lubricate proceedings. The wetter the better, in his opinion.
Placing his hands on the insides of Nathaniel’s thighs, he pushed them as far apart as they would go, then trailed one hand down to play with the other man’s balls. They were shaven completely smooth, and he gently rolled and tugged at the sac, figuring out what really got Nathaniel going. Everything, it seemed. Every touch elicited another moan from those sinful lips, another blasphemy. He was so hot, so responsive, that Isaac felt just as horny from doing the pleasuring as he would have from being pleasured.
This looks like very realistic m/m. (But then, how would I know?) 🙂
Brooks moves to his knees on his dark wood flooring and opens me with two fingers. I look away, embarrassed, try to focus on something in the room, the fireplace, the large piece of art above it. I sigh when he kisses me, drop my head backwards and there is no ceiling, no color, nothing.
Tongue.
I close my eyes and moan for him, my toes pointing in my heels, nipples aching inside my top, lower back curving.
Flawless.
It's so good, I can't even make a sound when all the tension in my body releases.
When I open my eyes he's watching me, grinning like a boy.
He sees me peering through the fire-lit incandescence, lifts a brow.
"You okay?"
I feel myself blushing as I give him a small smile, nervous again now that I'm no longer in control. I sit up some, lift my curls off my shoulder, toss them behind me, both my straps falling down my arms, skirt still bunched at my hips.
Brooks gives me a moment, then leans in for the curve of my neck, slips his hand between my legs, separates two fingers, penetrates me, stirs until there's fire.
My name is Amber and the full story is called, "If I Fall For You."
If you would like more excerpts or just to keep up with me, follow me on Twitter @ambersharelle.
AB
xx
Great scene! I never thought of mentioning Twitter, but this is a good idea.
I nibbled behind his ear. He arched under me, his cock not yet ready to harden again, but the rest of him responding just fine. He pulled me down beside him, kissing me back and exploring my neck with his mouth.
Hadn’t we just finished having sex? I felt my insides melting again though, my desire rising like a tide. Maybe my body felt we should make up for lost time.
Making out was nice and I enjoyed the feeling that we were in no hurry. When had we ever done this, kissed for the sake of kissing? I lost track of time. Minutes ticked by in my haze of affection, pleasure, and relief. Yes. We needed this kind of connection, too. Affection, exploring each other, letting chemistry take over.
My hands roamed his back, his sides, his hips, until one of them strayed between his legs and I sucked in a breath as I met the scorching hot stiffness there.
There was no reason to wait.
(From SLOW SATISFACTION by Cecilia Tan, which comes out in six days from Hachette! On August 26th! Amazon link: http://amzn.com/1455529281)
Marvelously concise description of a "slow" buildup. This is a tasty appetizer.