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March 26, 2018
New Release: One Night in Inverness by Charlotte Howard #EroticRomance #CityNights #eBook
New Release: One Night in Inverness by Charlotte Howard #EroticRomance #CityNights #eBook
Blurb:
In order to save their marriage, Des and Frankie decide to mix business with pleasure when they attend a literary festival in Inverness. But once they arrive, Frankie soon discovers Des’s long-kept secret, and has left her questioning whether she can ever trust him again. Des isn’t the only one with secrets, and Frankie wonders if it’s all worth the heartache. As the night wears on, they are both forced to face the truth about their marriage.
Can Frankie accept the truth about Des?
Can Des forgive Frankie’s past?
Can one night in Inverness fix their marriage?
Excerpt:
The sound of my husband swearing snapped me out of my mouth-watering daydream, and back into the dullness of reality. I put my book, and the sinfully delicious Nathan Mathers contained within its pages, down on the hotel bed and glared at him. “What’s happened?” I asked, trying to sound concerned and not irritated that he had ruined my fantasy.
“They want Roberta Hathaway to attend the festival,” he said, pacing the room and running his hands over his head, raking his fingers through his light brown hair, which was in desperate need of a trim, I noticed. I’d started doing that – picking up on little things about him that grated on my nerves. I gave myself a mental chastising. This was supposed to be a weekend for us to rekindle our long-lost spark. And it hadn’t been that long, after all. Some couples go years without sex. What were a few months? My stomach knotted as unwanted memories began to swim towards the surface of a very deep lake.
I grazed my teeth along my bottom lip and glanced down at the name on the cover of the book I’d been reading. “Is that a problem?”
I was secretly giddy at the prospect of finally meeting my favourite author, and didn’t understand why he was so stressed. Roberta Hathaway was a prolific, and best selling, erotic romance author. She’d achieved the top spot on numerous sought-after lists. The Sunday Times, New York Times, USA Today, Amazon… They all raved about her novels. But she was also famously reclusive.
In the ten years that Des’s company had represented her, she had never once attended a signing, festival, or book launch, leaving all the publicity down to him and his business partner, Peggy. In fact, the only time anyone saw her was when they looked at the rather dated black and white photo on the back of her books. My husband had been her agent for a decade, and I’d never met her. The idea of her finally attending a literary festival was immense! I mentally played out the conversations I’d have on the playground when the other mums found out that I had met Roberta Hathaway. They’d be insanely jealous.
I’d first discovered her through Des a few years earlier, when he’d handed me a copy of her first novel Sinfully Yours to glance over. He’d called it an Advanced Reading Copy. It hadn’t even had a front cover then, and was full of typos. It had been a good read, but hadn’t really been my thing at the time. I’d glanced over it, more than read it. Before Roberta, the most erotic thing I’d ever read was an old Jilly Cooper novel, tucked away and gathering dust in the school library when I was a teenager. It had felt naughty at the time – I was sure it had been put there by mistake. Probably a prank by one of the sixth formers. When I look back, I realise how tame it was in comparison to what I read now. Especially when compared to Roberta Hathaway. She had certainly improved since that first book I’d scanned all those years ago.
“Think of the publicity,” I said, trying to keep my tone smooth and unexcited, although I suspect he heard the eagerness seeping through my words. I wondered if that made me a sad and lonely desperate housewife. I spent my free hours lost in so-called Mummy porn, supposedly written and designed for women whose sex lives were lacklustre and boring.
Des ignored me, as he always did when I dared to make a suggestion regarding his business, and picked up his mobile. He pressed a button and held it to his ear. “Peggy? Did you get the email? Shit… Yeah, I know… I know. What the hell is she playing at? How the hell does she expect us to pull that off with no notice whatsoever?” He cast a glance at me before checking his watch. “Half an hour? Yeah, I could do that.” He hung up. “I’m really sorry, hon, but I have to go and meet with Peggy to sort this shit-storm out. Get yourself some room service or something, and I’ll make it up to you another day. I promise.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead – more action than I’d had in weeks.
I clucked my tongue and frowned. Our trip to Inverness was supposed to combine business with pleasure; a book festival for Des to mingle at, sell some of Roberta’s new books, and make new contacts, and a dirty weekend away for the both of us to try and relight a flame that had been long extinguished. It was the first time we’d had more than a day to ourselves since our eldest son had been born, almost twelve years ago. And now I was being abandoned, yet again, so that he could go and discuss my favourite author with his business partner. So much for stoking dwindling fires. The guilt of a certain dalliance started to feel unwarranted, and the suspicions I’d been flirting with began to stain my vision once more.
Author bio:
British author, Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.
Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.
During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.
Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers Group.
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March 21, 2018
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Happy reading,
Kay x
March 19, 2018
Making Him Wait: Tasty Taster
My latest erotic novel to be re-released is packed with paint, ropes, spanks, teasing and text messages. I’m delighted to say it is finding favour with a whole new audience.
Let me give you a little hint as to what it’s all about…
The artist in question is one Maddie Templeton- and she is a game player- a complete control freak- or more accurately – a self-control freak.
When, after years of painting commissions, Maddie gets the chance to have her first ever art exhibition at the newly refurnish Stripped Banana Gallery, she jumps at the chance. But the time she is given to create twelve brand new works of art is short, and only by enlisting the help of her favourite client, Sara (as featured on the cover of the book), and her partner Jake, life model Freya, and by suffering a visit from Tania, her self-centred vamp of an ex-girlfriend, does Maddie have any chance at all of getting her pieces completed on time.
Meanwhile, Maddie’s recent meeting with local electrician, Theo Hunter, adds an extra degree of interest to her life. Theo, she decides, would be the perfect man to have a little fun with- but not until after the exhibition is complete. Until that time, he is simply going to have to wait…
High kink all the way, Making Him Wait is a lust fuelled erotic romance that has fun with text sex, straight sex, girl/girl sex…you get the idea!! There is lots of sex…and a trolley… I am saying no more!!!
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EXTRACT
Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.
Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.
“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control – is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.
Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”
“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.
Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.
A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.
Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.
Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.
Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.
Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.
“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”
Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.
Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.
Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.
While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely what and who had held up her replies.
Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.
Maddie loved making him wait...
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I hope that little teaser to the plot line has whetted your appetite!
Oh- before I go- I will give you one excellent piece of advice- if you ever meet anyone like Maddie, you should make absolutely sure that you listen very carefully to every word that person says; otherwise you might find that what you think they are offering you, is very different from what they are offering you…
Making Him Wait is published by the fantastic Sinful Press. You can buy it from…
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Erotica-discipline-ebook/dp/B078ZGKLLV
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Making-Him-Wait-Erotica-discipline-ebook/dp/B078ZGKLLV
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/making-him-wait-4
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/making-him-wait-kay-jaybee/1127821931?ean=9781910908228
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/making-him-wait/id1336576037?mt=11
Google Play Books: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kay_
aybee_Making_Him_Wait?id=yZFIDwAAQBAJ
Storytel: https://www.storytel.se/books/143147-Making-Him-Wait
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Happy reading!
Kay xx
March 14, 2018
Opening Lines: Charlotte Howard
It’s with great pleasure that I welcome Charlotte Howard to my site today. She is my first guest in a new- twice monthly- series: “Opening Lines.”
Each “Opening Lines” blog will share the first 500 words from a work of erotica.
So, over to you Charlotte…
About A Different Kind of Therapy:
A Different Kind of Therapy was voted Best Interracial Romance in the Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards 2017, and has been nominated for Best Contemporary Romance in the LR Café Best of 2017 Awards.
Blurb:
Psychology student Hayley has always been intrigued by sexual fetishes, so when the chance to be mentored by renowned sexual therapist, Adrian De Silva comes up, she jumps at the chance. It soon becomes apparent that the kind of therapy Adrian offers is far from mainstream, and Hayley is introduced to the world of domination therapy. As her training begins, Hayley finds herself falling for her boss and dreaming of being his submissive. Then she meets her new client, and it is Hayley who must be the dominant one.
Will Hayley take to her new role? And how will her personal feelings affect her work? Can Hayley really provide A Different Kind of Therapy?
The first 500 words:
Hayley peered up the tall building, a jutting tower of metal and glass in the middle of Knightsbridge. She swallowed the lump of apprehension that had built in her throat. A bitter cold wind blew through the streets, sending a shiver down her spine. Pushing her shoulders back, she stepped through the revolving door and headed straight for the sweeping reception desk. The heels of her black court shoes clacked as she walked across the tiled floor, catching the attention of the woman who sat behind her computer. She glanced up and gave Hayley a forced smile.
“Hayley Moore to see Adrian De Silva.” Hayley placed her handbag on the polished surface, garnering a raised eyebrow from the receptionist. Her pinched features made her look severe, not helped by the fact that her jet-black hair and been pulled back into a taut ponytail. The badge on her shirt labelled her as “Niamh”.
“Eighth floor, take a seat in the waiting room.”
“Thank you.”
Hayley looked over the names on the wall, while she waited for the lift to arrive. It appeared that D.S. Therapies took over the top two floors, with the rest being shared between lawyers, accountants, and other professional businesses. The doors pinged open and Hayley stepped in, only to be joined by an older woman dressed in a dark gray trouser suit, with a plunging white blouse. They both reached for the button, numbered “eight”.
“You have an appointment with Adrian too?” the woman asked. Her thin lips curved into a smile and she straightened her spine. “He’s good isn’t he?”
“I’ve never had the pleasure–”
“Oh, is it your first time? You won’t be disappointed.”
Both women stepped out and headed for the waiting room. The business woman went straight for the mirror that stretched across one wall, running her fingers through her short gray hair, before wiping away an invisible smudge of lipstick at the corner of her mouth. Hayley shrugged off her jacket and sat on the brown leather sofa that had been pushed against the back wall and studied the woman for a moment. Hayley placed her in her late fifties, possibly early sixties, and she exuded confidence and sophistication. By her business attire, it was obvious that she was a professional at something.
“Ursula…” came a voice from the doorway. Hayley shot a look at the man who spoke. He was tall, at least six-foot-three, with closely-cropped black hair, eyes the color of liquid chocolate, and the dusting of black stubble across his solid jaw. He wore dark gray trousers and a light blue shirt, undone at the top button and with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing over the toned muscle of his forearm. His whole outfit complemented the cool undertones of his deep brown skin. Hayley felt her breath catch, and scolded herself silently for reacting in such a way.
“Adrian…” purred the woman he’d called Ursula. She winked at Hayley as she moved past him and
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Buy links:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Different-Kind-Therapy-Romance-Book-ebook/dp/B01N5JZ5LZ
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/a-different-kind-of-therapy/id1191903305?mt=11
https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/a-different-kind-of-therapy
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-different-kind-of-therapy-by-charlotte-howard/
Author bio:
Award-winning, British author, Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.
Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.
During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.
Social media links:
http://charlottehowardauthor.co.uk/
https://www.facebook.com/CharlotteHowardAuthor/
https://www.instagram.com/choward_author/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5829768.Charlotte_V_Howard
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Charlotte-Howard/e/B00935EFFE
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Many thanks Charlotte- a most tantalising beginning…
Happy reading,
Kay xx
March 6, 2018
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Blurb
Hidden behind the respectable façade of the Fables Hotel, five specially adapted rooms await visitors to the fifth floor. Here, Mrs Peters is mistress of an adult entertainment facility pandering to the kinky requirements of its guests. When she meets Jess Sanders, she recognises her potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education…
Find the buy link here-
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There are many more books under offer this week on Smashwords – you can find them here
Happy reading,
Kay x
March 1, 2018
Newsletter alert!
I may have been writing erotica for a long time- but when it comes to keeping up with all the sales opportunities I’m a little slow.
Somehow there never seems to be enough time in the day to write everything, let alone tackle the unnecessarily complex forms and hurdles that need facing when setting up any sort of extra account.
However! An enforced period of ‘sitting down time’ has been thrust upon me by the twin evils of a flu bug and a broken foot- and so- at last I’ve been brave and tackled the setting up of a newsletter!
Once the awful administrative part was over (why make it is complicated!!??), I really enjoyed writing the letter, and am looking forward to keeping you all updated with what’s going on with my KJB work.
Called, ‘What the Kink?’ my newsletter is now available- just sign up using the form which runs lower down, on the right side of the page. (Do check your SPAM- as it may go there to start with)
It’s very much worth signing up this month, because (if you look at the bottom of the newsletter) you’ll see a brilliant book giveaway event via Instafreebie. This contains books from over 70 erotica authors- including myself- and all for FREE if you sign up to it! – More details on that over the next few days!
Thank you in advance for signing up.
Happy reading,
Kay xx
February 22, 2018
Grab a Quickie
I have always loved a quickie!! Who doesn’t?
Three such mini, kink packed, stories are available now.
Blurb
She loves that no one but Connor really knows her. That she is just an ordinary middle class thirty-something woman in baggy jeans and a t-shirt, pushing her trolley around the supermarket like everyone else, sitting in her office typing up letters, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn… right up until she gets a call telling her it’s time to be bad.
When Connor tells her how ‘bad’ he wants her to be that evening, she’s filled with doubts – is she really up for letting him watch her have sex with another woman for the first time?
Who is she kidding? Of course she is! She is Connor’s bad girl – and she knows it…
Buy Links-
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RB0ZXX6
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00RB0ZXX6
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Blurb:
Lee can hardly believe his ears when his girlfriend Jess rings him at work to tell him that she has just had sex with her masseuse Ali. When Jess goes on to tell him that Ali has agreed to help them live out Lee’s ultimate fantasy – to watch his girlfriend with another woman – he is speechless. All they have to do in return is to help her carry out her own fantasy. So, if Lee wants to see Jess with a woman, he’s going to have make space for them in the back of his van…
Available from (FREE to Kindle Unlimited members): Amazon UK | Amazon US
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Blurb:
Working late into the night, dedicated veterinary nurses Jo and Louise have made sure all the creatures in their care are safely bedded down for the night – and now it’s time for a little puppy play of their own. Yielding to her girlfriend’s delicious dominance, Louise is about to discover what life is like on the other end of a lead…
Available from (FREE to Kindle Unlimited members): Amazon UK | Amazon US
Happy Reading!
Kay xx
(Please note these short stories have previously appeared in three different Cleis Press anthologies)
February 16, 2018
Tasty Taster: Equipment
Over the years I’ve written over 150 short erotic stories for a vast array of different mixed author anthologies. Three of my kinkiest tales can be found in my mini- e-anthology, Equipment…
Blurb–
To his lust driven delight, Lee Cooper’s opinion that his girlfriend simply doesn’t have the Equipment to take control in the bedroom is quickly and deliciously.
Meanwhile, Kim is sick of her gorgeous neighbour Jack bringing home a non-stop string of unsuitable women to screw, while completely failing to notice the girl right under his nose. Taking extreme measures she sets out to prove she is more than just The Girl Next Door.
Mark’s girlfriend is Searching For Her– the perfect woman to make her lover’s dreams come true. A quest which leads her into the path of more than one willing young lady…
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Here’s an little snippet from Equipment to whet the appetite…
The moment I saw his naked arse, I knew that I wanted to fuck it, and I told him so. It was the first time I’d seen Lee Cooper unsure of himself. For a split second a veil of uncertainty, possibly even fear, had crossed his generally ultra-confident square features. It didn’t last though, and he was soon shrugging my statement off with a lad-ish laugh, ‘you ain’t got the equipment baby,’ as he eased his solid cock into my willing body.
I started working part-time at the garage, where Lee is employed as a mechanic, three months ago. The first thing he said to me, as his clear brown eyes appraised my slight frame and red plaited hair was, ‘I’m looking forward to pulling on those pigtails honey.’ From anybody else I wouldn’t have taken a comment like that, but somehow from Lee it was okay. He exuded a sort of sexual confidence, and the instant and silent knowledge that eventually we would fuck radiated from his every pore. It would have been foolish of me to deny that unspoken understanding, and I privately looked forward to the day I’d discover if the tattoos that adorned his muscular arms, extended to his chest and down his legs.
That was three flirtatious months ago, and it had been fun letting the erotic tension build between us, getting more intense as the weeks of inaction ticked by, but finally, Lee’s resolve had broken. He told me, as he hammered an impatient fist on my front door during his lunch hour, that he’d been changing the oil in a beat-up old motorcar, when he’d realised he couldn’t hold on another moment.
After the glorious frisson of the wait, there was always the risk that the reality wouldn’t live up to the expectation. I hadn’t been disappointed however, far from it.
I smiled to myself as Lee dragged his grubby boiler suit back on, and disappeared down my garden path at a run. His words echoed in my head, “You ain’t got the equipment baby.” A wicked twinkle began to shine in my eyes at the prospect of what lay ahead for the unsuspecting mechanic, and speaking across the empty room, I said, ‘Well actually Mr Lee Cooper, I have all the equipment we could possibly need…’
The thought of his tight arse, of claiming it as my own, of taking control of Lee for a while, and perhaps robbing him of a portion of his macho-attitude, grew within me, and I began to lay plans for the temporary domination of this alpha-male.
On Lee’s next visit, predictably the following lunchtime, I embarked on a mission to both enjoy myself, and to lull him into a false sense of security, neither mentioning how delicious I found his backside, nor my eventual intentions for it. As his calloused hands made their way over my naked chest, pinching my nipples with exquisitely painful squeezes, I groaned with genuine pleasure. Stroking the beautifully toned body that pushed against mine, I relished the sight of the tanned multi-tattooed chest I’d so recently discovered.
It was on Lee’s fourth visit that I kept my hands exclusively on his backside. Patting it gently, smoothing it, and caressing it, in a totally non-threatening way, as my new lover pumped himself swiftly in and out of me.
On the fifth visit Lee announced he’d had a dream about tying me up. His face, when I told him that he could do just that, was a picture. I’m not sure if he was more turned on by the fact he could do anything he liked to me, while my hands were secured behind my naked back, or by the feeling of power my helplessness gave him. I suspect the latter. As Lee’s warm tongue explored my stomach, and ducked skilfully between my spread legs, I wallowed submissively in the blissful feelings that engulfed me.
During visit number six, a rare after work encounter, while Lee was both fucking and smacking my arse with stingingly wonderful efficiency, the last few parts of my plan fell into place, and I knew that my need to take his firm neat backside was reaching the point of obsession.
A little over two weeks after Lee had first turned up on my doorstep, I decided the time had come to act. Laying out my sex toys in a neat row near my pillow, I hid them from view with my duvet. Removing the clutter of clothes from the battered old armchair I keep in the corner of my bedroom, I adjusted its position so that it was at the foot of the bed. Then I took off my regular jeans and t-shirt, and put on my tight black Lycra bodice and matching knickers. The caress of the clinging material against my flesh was enough to increase my pulse-rate, and boot-up the arousal I had been so carefully keeping in check.
Lee’s distinctive knock on the door came at almost exactly seven o’clock as we’d arranged. I smiled quietly to myself at his promptness and, wrapping myself in a black silk robe, descended the stairs to collect my unwitting victim.
‘Wow babe,’ his appreciative eyes ran over my robed frame, ‘like the silk.’ He reached forward, and I allowed Lee to engulf me briefly in his arms, his stubble scratching my cheeks as his mouth came to mine. Then, I broke away from his magnetic warmth, holding him at arms length.
‘You like what you see?’ I grinned at Lee, my green eyes reflecting into his brown ones, ‘you want to see more?’…
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If you’d like to find out what happens to Lee next, you can buy Equipment from all good e-retailers- including…
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Equipment-Other-Stories-Group-Erotica-ebook/dp/B0096DL33A
http://www.amazon.com/Equipment-Other-Stories-Kay-Jaybee-ebook/dp/B0096DL33A/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1406036656&sr=1-1&keywords=Equipment+kay+jaybee
Happy reading,
Kay xx
February 13, 2018
Delivering Romance with Not Her Type
Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).
Thrown together by an unexpectedly mutual lust, it is on their third meeting, during a mid-fuck sharing of fantasies, that Jenny confesses to John that, despite their extensive differences, they have something very important in common – they both (usually), prefer women.
…Jenny let out a strangled whine, as much from the sensation of being so wonderfully full as from the irritation of having to wait to hear about his dream. An accompanying moan almost simultaneously escaped from John, as she gripped her pelvic muscles around his cock, holding and releasing him over and over again until she couldn’t wait any longer. “You’ve always wanted to what?”
John grinned wickedly, but said no more as he grabbed Jenny’s waist with one hand, thrusting faster, and snaked his other hand down between her legs to massage her nub. Now it was Jenny’s turn to lose her focus. Her film courier could have told her anything at all, and she would have been totally oblivious to what he’d said, as vivid red and orange bubbles of colour burst inside her head.
Shaking with the astonishing intensity of her orgasm, Jenny held onto him tight, digging her fingers into the ink-scarred arms.
She felt the shudder of John’s body as he threw his head back and came inside her. Wiping tangled hair from Jenny’s eyes, John eased himself away from her glowing body. At last he spoke, “I’ve got this picture in my head. I simply can’t shift it.”
“A picture of…?”
“Of you, and me, and…” He paused again, as if trying to decide if he should go on.
Jenny’s pulse-rate hit epidemic proportions. What the hell could be so outlandish that he’s struggling to tell me? Does he think I’ll run a mile or throw him out the house or something? “And…?” It was increasingly difficult to keep the frustration from her voice.
He took an audibly deep breath, “Of you, and me, and another woman.”
It took all her effort not to laugh. All that hesitation for such a standard bloke’s fantasy. But rather than mock, Jenny began to visualize the scene he was suggesting. Is this something he wants us to fantasize about together? Or something he actually wants us to do for real? As she studied her new lover closely, a buzz of excitement rose within her. Is he serious?
“Well?” For the first time since she’d met John he had a trace of uncertainty in his tone, and his confident eyes dipped and failed to meet hers.
So, he is serious. Moving closer to his naked body, placing both her palms flat on his chest, Jenny whispered into his ear, “You find her and I’ll do it.”
Never would Jenny forget the stunned look on John’s face as he spluttered, “What? Really?”
“Sure,” a knot of exhilaration gathered in her chest, and Jenny trailed her fingers lower, lightly twisting the hairs on his chest together in small clumps. “Anyway, it wouldn’t exactly be my first time with a woman.”
“It wouldn’t?!”
“No honey. It wouldn’t.”
A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…
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Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!
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Happy reading everyone!!
Kay xxx
February 11, 2018
KJB’s Tip Time: Fantasy St. Valentine’s Day Card
Remember when you used to make home made valentines for your school-mates and friends? Well, this is the same idea, but all grown up! Make your lover a card featuring your hidden fantasy!
If you feel self conscious about writing your fantasy down, then make it silly. Perhaps write a poem about your fantasy, such as, “One potato, two potato, three potato, four, I want to have sex with you against the pantry door.”
Happy Valentines!!
Kay x
(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Be aware of allergies, personal limits, and your health at all times. I want you to have a fun weekend, not a trip to A&E. xx)
(PPS- Don’t forget to buy a sexy book to read together…check out Making Him Wait and The Fifth Floor)
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