Sexy Snippets for September

by | September 19, 2014 | Sexy Snippets | 15 comments

Written anything sexy lately? Why do I ask? Today’s the nineteenth of September, your chance to share your Sexy Snippets!

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.

Feel free to share this with erotic author friends. It’s an open invitation!

follow the rules. Last month we had one author who posted a much longer excerpt. She is now banned from posting – but I don’t like being the one who dishes out the punishment…

Still, 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. So play

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

Lisabet Sarai

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.


  1. sybil rush

    Dr. Fleiss asked Brigit to undress, and she unbuttoned her blouse. She unhooked her bra, and shrugged it off. As she peeled the tight, constricting thing from her swollen breasts, she sighed with relief. Agent Poplar held out his hand, and she gave him her clothes.

    “You’ll need to remove the rest of your clothing as well,” Dr. Fleiss said.

    “But why?”

    “As I explained, we have devised a method for maximum milk removal. This is part of the process.”

    Brigit unzipped her skirt and took it off. She removed her shoes and panties and handed them to Agent Ash. She sat. Her heart constricted as she noticed the restraints for her arms and legs. “Is it going to be very painful?”

    “No, no, of course not. However, the process tends to cause excessive muscle movement. The restraints are needed to keep you in position.”

    “I think I could control myself,” Brigit said.

    “No, my dear, I’m afraid you couldn’t.”

    Agents Ash and Poplar stepped toward Brigit, lifted her arms, and fastened them to a board above her head. They each took hold of one of her feet, pulled them wide apart, and clamped cuffs around her ankles.

    From "Operation White Gold" in Milk Round, an erotic lactation anthology.

  2. Lisabet Sarai

    I tried to close my eyes. He held them open with his stare. "Look at me, Nok," he whispered. His eyes were deep pools of cold blue. It seemed that something flickered there, like a frozen flame.

    The flame seemed to spread from his eyes to my body. I was on fire with wanting him. At the same time, I was paralyzed by fear.

    He hooked the tip of the blade into the fabric of my shirt and ripped it downwards. The shirt fell open, showing him my brown, swollen nipples. Swollen with desire for him. He laughed softly. Gently, he placed the cold steel flat against one aching nub. I shivered, and he laughed again.

    "You are perfect, just what I need," he said. Leaving the knife in place, he sucked my other nipple into his mouth. Hot saliva and cold steel. Pleasure beat in my sex like another heart. "And I am what you need, the master you have been seeking."

    No, I thought vaguely, no one is my master. I am the mistress, the one giving the orders. That thought melted away in the heat of his mouth.

    191 words from Bangkok Noir by Lisabet Sarai
    Available now in a new edition from Excessica: Amazon US

  3. Ylette Pearson

    “If we start this, I won’t be able to stop,” Maverick whispered.

    She swallowed while her heart thudded in tandem with his beating beneath her palms. She couldn’t stop her body’s response to the men, didn’t want to. She lifted her head and met Wade’s troubled gaze.

    “I know.”

    Wade’s brown eyes darkened and he put his still untouched drink on the table, stood and pulled her from the chair. His lips claimed hers in an explosion of want and need while his hands stroked her body. Her nipples puckered inside the coarse sweater and she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and ravaging his mouth, impatiently rubbing her aching nipples against his chest.

    Panting, she tore her mouth from his. “You’re overdressed.”

    Wade claimed her mouth again while shrugging out of his shirt. Maverick tugged on the hem of Adrian’s sweater and she pulled it over her head then rushed to claim Wade’s lips again. He tangled his hands in her hair, tipping her head to expose her neck to his teeth and lips. Her knees gave way as he nipped and licked from the sensitive spot below her ear all the way to her shoulder.

    200 words from Her Bareback Cowboys by Ylette Pearson
    Available now from Totally Bound at Amazon US

  4. B.J. McCall

    Hand-in-hand they walked to the elevator, then stepped into an empty car. He let go of her hand and stood at the opposite end of the car, looking at her.
    Her temperature rose in response to his blast of sensual desire. “No kissing in public?” she asked, teasing him.
    “Once I kiss you, I won’t want to stop.” Burning, she moved toward him. “You’d prefer to be out of that dress by the time we reach my floor?”
    “Are all werewolves so wild?”
    “Don’t tempt me to show the beast within.”
    She moved closer, only a couple of inches separated them. “You’re my first. Werewolf.”
    His lips curved into a sexy grin and he pulled her into his arms. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “I’ll have to keep my inner beast under control.” He ran his hands up and down her back, then cupped her ass in a firm grip. “It won’t be easy.”
    The slow river of heat that had flowed between them during dinner turned into a raging torrent.

    Snippet from Thunder Wolves: Thorne by BJ McCall

  5. xanwest

    Just getting dressed for Daddy put me into headspace. I hit floor and was on my knees two seconds after we walked in. It was like I couldn't stay up a second longer.

    "Good boy," he growled.

    He towered over me and slowly put on his gloves. He was stern, and gripped my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes.

    "I'm going to make you mine tonight, boy. Are you ready?"

    I couldn't breathe. I just melted into his eyes.

    "Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

    He smiled wickedly at me and slapped my face, hard. And I could breathe again. He held my gaze and continued to slap me over and over.

    "This is important, boy. This means you belong. You have to earn this. I know you can. You are going to make me proud."

    He clamped his hand over my mouth and nose, taking my breath. The buttery leather smell seeped into me and I dropped deep into headspace, giving myself to Daddy. When he lifted his hand away I felt like I was floating, and yet deeply present. The air was crisper, the colors brighter. Daddy was right. This was important. I needed to pay close attention.

    200 words from "Missing Daddy", printed in Best Gay Erotica 2013

  6. Leya Wolfgang

    Alphonse prods me toward the seat and slips in right beside me. He asks the host for menus. I guess he’s invited himself to dinner after all. The man bows from the waist and retreats. I’m really annoyed by the way Alphonse is crowding me, mainly because his proximity is making my temperature rise and causing long-forgotten sensations in my girly parts. I slide to the wall to put some space between us, but Mr. Touchy-Feely just follows.

    “A little space, please.”

    “Put your palms on the table, Alison.” I stare at him open-mouthed because the command is so strange. And it definitely is a command. “Don’t argue. Just do it.” There’s a ferocious intensity, almost a growl, in his tone. My hands fly up to comply. Alphonse places my left hand over my right. He circles his fingers around both of my wrists and clenches.

    “Stop it.” I start to struggle, but he crushes his fingers tighter and pushes my hands harder against the table.

    “Look around, ma belle. See what kind of place your friend sent you to.” Now accustomed to the dim light, the first thing I see is a stage in the center of the room.

    Excerpt from Paris Light by Leya Wolfgang; published in the First Annual BDSM Writers Conference Anthology (conference hosted by Dr. Charley Ferrer)

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  7. S.Dora

    Tyler struggled. It was dark and close and claustrophobic inside the hood. He had to close his eyes to blink away unexpected tears. He was adrift without Sir’s comforting presence. He couldn’t even hear his breathing through the leather hood. He couldn’t stop from breathing faster and he gritted his teeth. Please. “Sir,” he whispered soundlessly. “Sir. Sir. Master.” Even just mouthing the words was enough to let him breathe.

    A warm mouth on his stomach. Tyler bucked in surprise, but didn’t say anything. Mindful of his limited air, he tried to breathe evenly but it was hard with Sir licking and nibbling his belly button. Sir finally pulled back and Tyler whimpered into the leather hood. His tongue accidentally swiped the dark smoothness of the leather. It burst against his tongue and he drooled at the rich taste. He could feel the warmth of Sir’s body against his skin, tantalizingly close, and he flicked his tongue against the hood over and over, aching for Sir’s skin, his tongue, his cock. The warm oily leather was a poor second.

    179 words from A Weekend Unbound by S.Dora and A.Moore

  8. Adriana

    A little phone sex…

    “Ah. An interesting picture is emerging.” Ted paused. “Are you naked?”
    “Yes. How about you?”
    “I don’t own pajamas. Kara, have you been playing with yourself while we’ve been talking?”
    “A little.” She sounded chastised. “I didn’t plan to.”
    “It’s okay. Are you playing with your clit imagining my fingers?”
    “A little. Are you hard thinking about me?”
    “Lady, I’ve been hard thinking about you ever since I left Elk Grove.” He encircled his shaft with one hand and closed his eyes, then thought better of it. “We better stop. I don’t want our first time to happen when we’re hundreds of miles apart.”
    Snippet from The Heist by Adriana Kraft
    Available at Amazon

  9. Megan Morgan

    Her bedroom was decorated like the rest of the house, her bed covered in a blue silk bedspread and pink cotton sheets. She had windows looking out on the ocean and she opened them to let the breeze in.

    “It smells like you in here,” Hunter said, stepping up to her. “I love how you smell.” Leaning in, he nuzzled her neck.

    “I love how you smell, too. And how you look. I want to see what’s under this shirt.” She tugged it up.

    Stepping back, he started undressing for her. First the shirt, which he peeled up over his head slowly, putting on a show for her. He had a body like an athlete, hard and lean and well-defined, tight abs, firm pecs, and a delicious hip V sloping down into his jeans. He was tan and smooth, his complexion making the tan richer.

    “You must work out,” she said.

    “We get to use the gym for free at school.” He grinned, then his eyes went even darker as he started undoing his jeans.

    Pulling them down, he revealed grey boxer briefs and long, toned legs. Even though his jeans looked skin tight, he got them off with ease.

    200 words from What the Doctor Ordered in Smut by The Sea Vol. 3. Buy here.

  10. Rachel Woe

    “For the next three hours, you are not allowed to orgasm. If you do, I will punish you for it. And, contrary to what you might be thinking, that is not something you want.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
    Adrian left the room for a moment. I did my best to ignore the soft pangs in my lower body. He returned with something in his hands, though I couldn’t snag a good enough look at it. There was the sound of torn cardboard and crumpled plastic. I shuddered when I realized what he’d left to retrieve.
    “Keep your back arched and your eyes on the table,” he said.
    No, I thought. No, no, no. Please, don’t use that. Not now.
    The soft buzzing of the vibrator rang in my ears. Adrian ran the tip over my slit, his other hand grasping my hip to keep me stable. I winced, twisting away from it.
    “Not a good idea,” he growled.
    I resigned myself to the impending torture. Adrian dragged the device back and forth across my lips before sliding it between them and holding it firmly against my clitoris.
    “Fuck.” I whined.
    Adrian purred. “You’re doing well, Aubrey.”

    Excerpt from The Cabin by Rachel Woe. Read it for free on

  11. Renee Rose

    “Lucy,” he said, stroking her still-hot cheeks, “I’m going to punish your ass tonight with my cock.”

    She lifted her head, turning to look at him quizzically.

    “When you’re a bad girl, you take it in the ass.”

    He saw comprehension there and a bit of fear. He opened the bottle of lubricant and applied a generous amount to his finger, then rubbed it into her crack. She squirmed and made a little mewl of protest that made his cock stand up. He worked his finger into her anus, and she cried out, her breathing becoming audible.

    “Naughty girls get every inch of their bottoms punished," he said, slowly inserting a plug while she gasped and trembled. “I’m going to make sure your ass is so sore you will never disobey me again.”

    from The Professor's Girl by Renee Rose
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  12. Kenn Dahll

    “That is how we inspect the reins,” he said his large palm covering my much smaller hands. “Is there anything else I can inspect?” His eyes dropped to my groin where my breeches stretched over a large protuberance. “The others will not return for another hour.” Releasing my hold on the reins I remained motionless as his palm covered the bulge. Heat from his touch further exacerbated my condition and robbed me of all inhibitions. I allowed the handsome apprentice to unfasten my breeches, which fell to the floor leaving me standing in front of him in my under garment and chemise.
    “I regret we have no time for preliminaries,” Pedro made his intention clear when he opened the rough material covering his crotch and pulled out a large and very hard shaft. A little pressure on my shoulder forced me to my knees and I promptly fondled the prize he offered. A large cap of skin dangled from the tip of a vein-covered, lengthy male organ. I spent a little time licking up and down the meaty pole then probed into the center of his foreskin with my tongue. “Hurry! Take it into your mouth.”

    From Spanish Seductions: Stefano by Kenn Dahll
    Available at:

  13. Anonymous

    Zack is so engrossed in pleasuring Alison he doesn’t react when I move my mouth to his shaft. In no time, as Alison erupts in another orgasm, Zack erupts in my mouth, treating me to a tasty helping of young, fresh cum. I keep his cock in my mouth until, instead of shrinking, it retains a full erection−ready for fucking.
“Let’s try something new,” Alison announces and removes Zack’s juicy face from her crotch.
“Can I fuck you again? Zack asks excitedly. “I really want to; and you liked it.”
“I want to watch you fuck Randy while he eats out my pussy.”
“What?” Zack and I shout together.
“I’ve never fucked a guy before. I don’t want to fuck him.” Zack crosses his arms over his chest in a macho display causing Alison to smirk. She knows I’ve occasionally been fucked for money in the past so I say nothing.
“It’s his ass or nothing. You get my pussy if you do a good job on him.”

    Piedmont Passions: The Gigolo by Edythe Baudin from Excessica Publications

  14. Elaine Hopper

    “I’ve missed holding you, dancing with you.” He gathered her closer and gazed deeply into her eyes.
    Captivated, she lost herself in his eyes. When she felt his sex throbbing by her stomach, she pressed closer to him. Really buzzed and feeling a lot looser, she longed to release his cock and play with it. She longed to handcuff him and have her wicked way. Still lucid enough to know they were surrounded by other people, however, she settled for fitting herself to him.
    They swayed together, as if a slow song was still playing. When Billy and Laurie bumped into them, they were bounced out of their private bubble. But they didn’t break the embrace. She still looped her arms around his neck and gazed up at him.
    “I’m so hungry—for you.” Tim twisted her hair in his fingers and pressed his lips to her forehead. “And I’m so hot, if you know what I mean.”
    “Me too.” She was glad for her buzz, for the courage it provided. She longed to kiss him, wondered why he hadn’t kissed her yet.
    “Let’s ditch dinner…”
    From "Her Men" by Ashley Ladd

  15. M.

    They awoke, rested, refreshed, thin shafts of hazy early morning light peering through the translucent curtains of their motel room.

    "Good morning," the husband said.

    "Mmm…good morning, lover," the wife said.

    They embraced, kissed longingly and deeply with tongue.

    "What would you like?" she said, gently winding her fingers through his hair. "Breakfast?"

    "Room service," he said, a gleam in his eye.

    "That can be arranged," she said. "Oatmeal? Cream of wheat?"

    "Mmm…wild oats," he said. "Makes my mouth water. How about eggs?"

    She kissed him, guided his hand to just below her navel and the warm soft flesh of her lower belly. "I think I can provide those."

    "What about muffins?" he said, grinning. "Buns?"

    She led his hands to her buttocks, for a time let him feel her there. "I've got those, too." She reached around him, gripped his behind. "I could go for some buns, too. What else?"

    She felt his hands work their way up until cupping her breasts. "Grapefruit," he said. "Melons." His thumbs glided across the nubs of her nipples. Something clicked inside her, and she arched her back.

    "Mmm…what else?" she said.
    Sex story among many. Excerpted from "100: Sudden Fiction, Sexual Fiction," by Marcus Wyche

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