Sexy Snippets for March

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So I woke up this morning, looked at the calendar, and thought “OMG! It’s Sexy Snippet Day!”  That’s what happens when you get a short month like February!

Anyway, today’s your monthly chance to share your hottest bits of prose with the world.

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.


~ 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. Lisabet Sarai

    Every convulsion drove the rods deeper, wringing new cataclysms of delight from her captive flesh. She jerked in her bonds, felt the cuffs bite into her wrists as another crisis welled and broke.

    Delicious, terrible, the pleasure went on forever, searing her, stripping away the last shreds of her dignity. Finally she came to herself, still twitching. Had it not been for her bonds, she would have tumbled off her perch to the floor.

    Amir and Pratan were both laughing. “My dear Miss Harrowsmith,” said the Rajah, manipulating yet another of his controls. “You’re fearfully sensitive. We haven’t even begun the beating yet.”

    As Cecily shuddered and gasped, trying to catch her breath, the infernal saddle began to move—to swing back and forth like a pendulum. With each sweep backward, the rods embedded in her orifices slid out a bit. With each forward swing, they drove back into her tender depths, waking new spasms of sensation. At the apex of the oscillation, gravity pressed her engorged clit against the saddle. The machine fucked her, inexorable, pushing her towards yet another awful, inevitable climax.

    Then she heard the snap of Amir’s whip behind her and knew she was utterly lost.

    199 words from Rajasthani Moon – steampunk BDSM paranormal erotic romance by Lisabet Sarai

  2. Delores Swallows

    Billy sat forward a little further. “You went back to Vienna to have sex with a woman you’d met on one of your trips? Weren’t the three men enough?”
    Sophie laughed and shrugged. She explained about meeting Anja and her invite, and admitted how much she’d been turned on by the idea of a weekend with another woman.
    “And did it live up to all you hoped it would?”
    Billy was obviously getting into this, so she decided to give some details—more than she’d given Jim.
    “The first time she pleasured me with her fingers, she made me squirt.” Sophie was satisfied to see three shocked faces looking at her.
    Billy blinked a couple of times. “She made you…”
    “Yep. When I came the first time, a clear liquid shot out all over her hand.”
    “Wow.” Billy’s expression was one of wonder.
    Sara cleared her throat. “What was the orgasm like?”
    “Unbelievable. I thought she’d electrocuted my clit.”
    Billy was twisting on his chair. “So, how did she do it?”
    “I don’t know—and I did ask. According to Anja, everybody squirts.”
    “Isn’t that an REM song?” Jim quip didn’t deter Billy’s follow-up questions.

    195 words from 'Global Playground' the final part of the 'Bon Voyeur' trilogy.

  3. Ginger

    Allow me to set the stage…

    You’re staying at a bed and breakfast. Sounds that balance between moans of pain and pleasure disturb the evening silence. Not sure what to make of it, you get up, grab your robe and peak out the door.

    “Ahh.” The sigh seems to echo down the dimly lit hall. The place appears empty.

    Leaving your door cracked, you tiptoe down the hallway. You follow the noise to room 212. Straining to confirm the source, you lean against the door. Uncertainty floods your thoughts.

    "I’m such a fool. What am I doing?" Stepping back, you shift your weight. Steeling your nerves, you’re ready to knock. Mid-clenched hand, you stop. "It’s probably nothing." The decision to act is a heartbeat away.

    You notice the keyhole.

    "I should just double check to make sure." You look right and left.

    Then you drop to your knees.

    148 words from The Keyhole Exhibitionist, A Voyeur Short Story Copyright ©2017 Ginger Segreti. All rights, including electronic, reserved by the author. Do not reproduce in any form without the author’s express permission.

  4. Shari Elder

    Then there was no distance at all and they escaped into a kiss. Who moved in first, she’d never know or care, but she wasn’t letting go. The kiss tasted better than she had ever imagined a kiss could. Her hands gripped his shoulder blades and her fingers dug craters into his skin. She was petrified if she let go she’d drown in a tsunami of regret. His tongue, lips, and teeth doled out pleasure and pain in equal helpings. The bites and licks, a drug ripping through her bloodstream, pricked sensation into the numbness she wore like armor. His lips were softer than she imagined, his body harder, forged from metal like a soldier.

    She pulled him to the floor, craving every inch in contact. Calves, knees, thighs, hips stomach, and chest all pressed together. Lips were locked, groins grinding. It wasn’t enough for either of them. They ripped at each other’s clothes, desperate for the feel of human skin.

    161 words from Race to Redemption by Shari Elder

  5. Kenn Dahll

    Inevitably the soldiers shifted position during the night, or at least Austin did as Liam had trouble sleeping, aware of the Texan’s naked body touching his. Suddenly, Austin’s arm came over Liam’s upper body, making Liam aware his bedmate had turned around. *Damn, his front side is against my back with his furry black chest hair tickling my shoulder blades. Oh shit! Something hard is pressing against my ass. How I wish it would find its way inside me. Why isn’t he snoring? He always snores in his sleep.*

    “Please let me snuggle against you.” Austin moved even closer as he whispered in Liam’s ear. “Yur nice and warm and, heck, it feels good to be close together.”

    “But you’re straight. You shouldn't be doing this.”

    “I don’t give a damn. It feels good and I want to do it.” Austin let his hands drop to Liam’s chest and rubbed a rapidly hardening pair of nipples. “Ya like that don’cha?”

    “Yes,” Liam responded−barely audible in the quiet night.

    Austin wrapped his arms more tightly around Liam’s chest and nestled his body closer, making sure his erect tool was implanted in Liam’s ass crack, eliciting a moan from the fellow soldier.

    *Italics in book.

    200 words from A Soldier's Best Friend:

  6. Ian Smith

    I worked my way through the crowd and got right behind the nicely-dressed blonde without her spotting me. "Lady, perchance you invite mischief upon yourself in this market, I beseech you to remain within my compass."

    She turned and stepped forward, her forehead almost close enough to bump my chin. She raised one eyebrow, and looked at me in a way that combined amusement and strained tolerance. "Pray tell me, Captain, art thou a mewling puppy that must trail your mistress the day long?"

    "Lady, my duty is to vouchsafe your person." We were so close together that, as I looked down, her low-cut top revealed an appealing aspect of the person I was so keen to safeguard. I couldn't resist taking a brief peek, which was spotted, of course. She instantly gave me an icy glare and I fought an instinct to take a step back.

    "Guard that your interest in my person does not exceed your writ, sir," she said through gritted teeth. "Mayhap thou wouldst follow me to the privy, should I desire relief?"

    My nephew Daniel laughed. "Uncle Paul, why are you and Hayley talking funny?"

    The first 190 words from "The King's Captain", the second novella in my FFM erotic romance series "Merely Players".

  7. Dale Cameron Lowry

    From "Sucker for Love," which is featured in the anthology Licked from House of Erotica:

    Sucking a man off in the shower is a strange thing. I couldn’t smell him, but I could taste his arousal, salty and slightly sweet. The water was a curse and a blessing. It lubricated things as it flowed down my face and into my mouth, making it easier to slide his length into my throat. But it also made it even more difficult to breathe than it usually was with a 2-inch-wide prick stuffed down my oesophagus. This was both slightly terrifying, and terribly arousing. I grabbed his arse and pulled him deeper. My throat started to spasm – a gag, technically, but to me it was pure pleasure. It was something I had learned to look forward to as part of the process of deep-throating, letting that wave of tension wash over me and not fighting it, because my throat would end up more lax and accepting on the other side. All I had to do was breathe deeply and wait.

    And, oh, did I love deep-throating. Especially now. Especially with Tommy Macdonald.

  8. JS Callins

    From: "ANNA, A Hot Wife's Tale"

    Pete was the warehouse manager for his company. Mike had noticed, on several occasions, that he was quite blessed as a man. His natural gift showed plainly through every pair of pants he wore. He was in his early twenties, handsome, muscular, and single. If anyone could get into his wife’s panties, he was sure that young buck could.
    Mike walked out back and found his target.
    “Hey Pete, how ya doin?”
    “Great Mr. Bossman! How the heck are you?”
    “I’m doin’ well, thanks. Hey look, I was wondering if you would do me a big favor. My wife’s friend is moving a refrigerator this Friday night, would you be able to help out?”
    “Friday nights are usually bad. That’s my night to go out on the prowl—you know what I mean?” He gave Mike a thumbs-up.
    “Yeah, I was young once. How about if I give you a hundred bucks, cash?”
    “Done. When and where?”
    “Why don’t we meet at The Pub at six? I’ll buy you a burger and a beer first.”
    “Sounds great. Let’s do it.”

  9. Daddy X

    The story only became murkier when Highbottom disappeared. Some facts we already knew:

    Linus Highbottom did, in fact, win his doctorate, though in a cloud of contradictions. The first volume of his thesis is now a standard classroom tool. The degree to which his studies delved into courtship and marriage customs had never before been accomplished in the northern latitudes. But however serious the work began, knowledgeable scholars noticed discrepancies. How his later anthropology became shallow, more formulaic. One reviewer held some of his science to be simple conjecture- To others it seemed as if the professor had been rushing toward some nonexistent deadline. All noticed the main element missing- No courtship studies appeared in the second volume. None.

    He never rebutted any of the reviews. He was awarded a teaching chair in Anthropology. All his classes booked full the first day of registration. In short, all Linus ever reached for in life was his.

    But Highbottom never taught another class; he simply disappeared.

    Except for apocryphal sightings of a white man living as a native in the area he studied, the mystery persisted until now. Now that the audiotapes have turned up, a fairly detailed scenario can be postulated:

    200 words from ‘The Highbottom Affair: available in “The Gonzo Collection”:

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    • Jean Roberta

      This looks intriguing. I suspect the whole story is hilarious.

    • Daddy X

      Thanks Jean- I'll send it to you off-list.

  10. Anonymous

    “Do you want me?” he asked. What? Where was this coming from? Could I be honest and admit that I sure as hell did? Or would that look desperate? Maybe I should play it cool.
    “Huh?” Yes, I realized that was an awesome answer. I silently berated myself.
    Jason took a few steps forward and got right up into my face. I could literally feel his breath on my lips. If he moved one more inch, this would turn into a kiss.
    “I know you want me, Pepper. I saw the way you used to look at me. I want to make a deal with you. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand up anymore. No strings attached. I call or text you, and then you come over and take off all your clothes. I’ll make you scream until you lose your voice.”
    Whoa. I stood there staring in shock. We’re not talking about the kind of shock you get when you hear that someone lost their job or got their house broken into. I’m talking like full-on shock when you look at your lottery ticket and realize that you picked five of the six winning numbers.

    199 words from "Mowed: An Erotic BBW Comedy Romance" by Grace Risata

  11. Savanna Kougar

    His mate's smoky green eyes settled on his face. "How do you want me?"

    Every which way but loose, Zance's mind answered.

    "How about lettin' this big bad wolf mount that beautiful ass of yours?" Zance felt his wolf growl with need low in his loins. "But only after I get a long taste of those pearly breasts of yours, sweetheart."

    A wild little moan escaped her. Her breaths quickened, and she raised upward rolling toward him. Zance stared, appreciating her trembling voluptuous breasts.

    "Rough as she can handle, right, darlin'?" Behind her now, Dontoya stroked her back.

    "Looks like you're the big bad wolf for the job," she crooned, playing the seductress.

    Yet, Zance heard her shy side. Rising, he knelt on the bed, his shaft bobbing near her rosy mouth, swollen from Dontoya's kiss.

    "Lollipop," she sultrily murmured. Reaching out, she daintily slid her thumb and forefinger up his length.

    Zance's breath jerked inward, and his abdomen muscles tightened, looking like an old-fashioned washboard. She stopped at his engorged head, then slipped her fingers down his shaft.

    Dontoya moved off the bed, silent as a big cat. "Headed for the bathroom. You're on your own, pard…


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  12. Madison Michael

    From "Beholden" by Madison Michael

    He carried her to the front of the car and laid her across the hood, still warm from the engine. She released his neck to lay back on the metal reaching to grab what she could of the front grill as Randall propelled them both up the sleek surface. His mouth was everywhere – sucking her breasts until her nipples rose in taut peaks, nipping and tonguing them before sucking her entire breast hard into his mouth. When she could take no more of the sensation, he shifted to nuzzle into her neck – his hands hard against the hood of the car, his body moving relentlessly over hers, demanding her body’s sensuous response.
    Randall stilled. Between the moans and heavy breathing, he heard heels clicking on the cement. He was not sure of the distance or direction of the noise. Sloane was breathing hard, her gasps echoing in the open space, so Randall kissed her soundly, lying across her body to provide a modicum of modesty. They waited like that until the sound receded, when Randall began again as if nothing had happened. Sloane had a powerful orgasm almost instantly, pulsing insistently around him, crying out in pure pleasure.

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  13. Jean Roberta

    “You need to be well-raised, Alice,” said Dinah, “and since I am your biological clock for the time being, I can arrange time accordingly. But first, you need to become acquainted with your own nature.”

    “That she does,” agreed Doris. “Oh, beg pardon, Puss. I’m Doris, but you can call me Cook.”

    “Enchanted,” said Dinah, although she didn’t look it. “You may call me Bastet the Most Blessed, but I answer to Dinah. Do you know ‘When Your Bosom’s Aflame,’ Doris?”

    “Not now it ain’t. Oh, the poem, you mean? Why don’t you start, and I’ll try to keep up.”

    Looking meaningfully at Alice, Dinah recited:

    “When your bosom’s aflame
    With desire beyond shame
    To be fondled, embraced and hard-pressed,

    When you’re mad as a goat
    ‘Neath a starched petticoat,
    And you wish to be wholly undressed,

    Then you’re simply alive.
    You just need a good swive,
    And to satisfy others as well.

    No need to tut-tut,
    The whole world is in rut,
    And you’d find no such pleasures in Hell.”

    The last line made Alice distinctly uneasy, especially because of the odd sensation she felt under her knickers, as though an invisible hand were tickling her there.

    – from "Becoming Alice," in The Princess and the Outlaw: Tales from the Torrid Past by Jean Roberta

    • Daddy X

      This is cool, Jean- Flows so gracefully, even before the poetry starts. For so few words, it brings so much into play. Thanks for that.

  14. K Brandt

    from the novel Safe Landings by Kay Brandt

    From her knees, she'd look up at him like a naughty, rebellious angel, mouth sliding down his shaft, until it bobbed on the opening of her throat. Swallowing against it, her throat muscles would hug him, and steal his control. Jessica's wet, wrapped tongue made the same sliding motions around his width as his soapy hand, and corkscrewed from one end to the other. That small, protruding spot just under the rim was where the tip of her tongue danced, tickling as the delicate area swelled and encouraged him to come.

    He loved when she'd pull him out of her mouth right as he was peaking, and jerk on his thickness till he shot out. The steam filled his lungs, and the water pounded his pelvis, splashing with his gyrations. Jessica would suck him until his back arched, and legs went weak. The top of the shower stall was his support, holding onto the metal edge as he thrust his hips in orgasmic relief. Her hand squeezed and released his spewing erection until he'd emptied, then she'd lick the last drips of his cum from his red, sensitive head.


  15. Roxy Katt


    With the fingers of one hand splayed, Mina gestured urgently for them both to stop, as she reached into her black leather bag to answer her cell phone. Holding the phone to her ear, she began to answer the call as she shelled out her portion of the cash needed for the meal. Still talking, she threw her coat on and quickly prepared to go.
    “Mina,” said Francine rattling the newspaper, “you of all people should hear this first…”
    Covering the cell phone with one hand, Mina answered, “that’s right. The vampire crazies always go for me first.” Then, in an amazingly good Bela Lugosi impersonation, “don’t you know, my darling, I never drink… wine.”
    “But Mina…”
    Still clutching the phone to her ear, Mina gestured she was still busy and would hear about the dreaded vampire later. Slinging the bag over her shoulder she was then out the door.
    “Do you think this bit is true?” Francine asked Gloria, “about the so-called vampire’s aggressive/compulsive cock sucking syndrome?”
    Gloria shrugged. “And Mina wearing those oh-so-daring rubber pants today.”
    “Nyeh. What are the odds? It’s a big city. Don’t worry about it.”

  16. Annabelle Brito

    Excerpt from The Jaguar: The City of Fire and Rage by Kylie Gable and Me (illustrator):

    Katsumi brought over the outfit that had been laid out. It consisted of a pink and black baby doll, pink fishnet thigh high stockings, large breast forms with an excuse for a bra to hold them and a killer pair of pink five inch spiked heels.

    "No, no way. You have to be kidding" sputtered an incredulous Jack.

    Shelia smiled broadly. "You don't have a say in any of this" she said. "Besides, I think with your new blonde look the outfit really works, especially with all the pink."

    "If you want us to let you go, you will stop any more stupid outbursts, put these lovely clothes on and then do absolutely everything we tell you–immediately. Otherwise this warehouse will become your entire world, for the foreseeable. The choice is yours." Sheila stated coldly. As the Jaguar she’d found that she had occasionally had some sympathy for cheating husbands and sexist bosses, but this guy actually hurt people simply for being different. Any sympathy she had was entirely with his victims, not the likes of him.

    Jack seeing the futility of further defiance complied and with some help from Katsumi was soon dressed as he’d been told.


  17. S.Lira

    From See No Evil Book 6 N'awlins Exotica a trans romance by Rawiya and Michael Mandrake.

    After pulling out, Waylon smiled and gave her butt a playful slap. He grabbed the condom and tore the wrapper before rolling it on his rock hard shaft. He hissed at how sensitive he was then squeezed more slick on his hand to lube the condom. Once he figured it was enough, Waylon crawled up the length of her body and took both legs into his hands, placing them on his shoulders. After removing his glasses, Waylon kissed both Naomi’s ankles and settled himself in between, slowly pushing his dick into her ass. It didn’t take long before Waylon sensed the energy flowing from his cock to every erogenous zone in his body. He sucked in a breath and threw his head back, fully enjoying the feeling of being encased by Naomi. He braced himself, knowing, at any moment, he could explode from Naomi fully taking him in.
    “Oh, Waylon. God, it feels … so good.”
    Waylon looked down at Naomi. Unfortunately, without his glasses, her face didn’t come into complete focus. It didn’t matter, though, because he sensed how good she felt by the sounds and movements she made.

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