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February 18, 2016
KJB’s Tip Time: Kiss and Make Up
This weekend, why not play a little game with your partner. Pick a pretend fight, and then take full advantage of your reconciliation!
Make sure your partner knows you’re playing, and get upset about something trivial. Did your lover leave a glass in the sink? Perhaps it’s time to give him a light spanking with the wooden spoon as punishment.
Do you have a problem with the way your partner is making the bed? Express how upset you are by tossing her onto the duvet and really messing up those sheets! Keep it playful, but use your serious face and tone of voice (you can always throw your love a wink if he or she is taking you too seriously).
This may sound a bit ‘cute’- but trust me- it is fun…
Have a nice weekend,
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)
February 16, 2016
A Little Domination: Take Control
Over recent years I have earned a reputation for writing punchy Fem Dom tales, such as The Perfect Submissive Trilogy and Yes Ma.am.
In Take Control however, it is the turn of the men to take the upper hand.
Blurb
Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission is a collection of toe curlingly sexy tales of bondage and female submission from the pen of best selling writer Kay Jaybee. From a spankingly delicious Dinner With Tess, to a Staged public sex fantasy, an unforgettable alfresco hosing in Deluged, a kinky scientific Experiment, and the realisation of a long held threesome fantasy in The Necklace, Take Control offers five bite sized stories that will satisfy any lover quality erotica.
Here’s an extract from Dinner With Tess
Tess risked a glance in the stranger’s direction. She felt her pulse quicken anxiously as he noticed her furtive look, and with slow purposeful movements, approached. When he told her his name was Jon, and that he was going to buy her a drink, Tess’s mouth hadn’t been able to find the words to say anything, so he’d simply gone and fetched one anyway.
From that moment, she had been ensnared, hypnotised by Jon’s strength, his quiet authority, and the promise of an undiscovered lust, which seemed to reflect back at her from his deep shining eyes.
Tess had spent the early part of the morning in the kitchen. This was to be the first time Jon introduced her to his friends, and Tess had suggested she cook for them. A roast chicken perhaps? Something warm and welcoming to greet them on their return from the photography club meeting they were attending. Jon had smiled his sexy smile and agreed that a trussed-up bird sounded exactly like something they’d all appreciate. Tess had been thrilled when he congratulated her idea by fucking her unceremoniously against the kitchen door.
She’d never met anyone like him before. Jon seemed consumed by lust, and, even though it had been almost a month since they’d met, Tess still found it hard to believe she was the centre of his attention.
As he was obviously a dominant man, she had been quickly awarded the role of submissive; and to her surprise, and perhaps aided by her natural reticence, had discovered that she rather liked being told how to behave, what to wear, and what to say.
Jon’s laughing voice echoed through the hallway and into the kitchen as Tess went to greet his friends. ‘Here she is!’ Jon’s arm swept around his girlfriend. ‘Tess, meet Jack and Ed, my friends from the club.’
‘Hello.’ She spoke clearly, trying to cover her shyness. As she shook their hands, Tess couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable by the way they looked at her. It was as if they were assessing her in some way, and she suddenly felt very aware of the shortness of her denim skirt and the thinness of her white cotton blouse.
‘Most lovely.’ Jack nodded approvingly at Jon.
‘She’ll do well.’ Ed’s eyes x-rayed Tess as he spoke.
A private shiver shot up Tess’s spine. Do well for what?…
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If you’d like to find out what happens to Tess, you can buy Take Control from all good e-retailers, including-
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HYI8BHA http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HYI8BHA
Happy reading,
Kay xx
February 14, 2016
Guest Post by Deana Carroll: Sweet and Innocent…
I’m delighted to welcome Deana Carroll to my blog today. I was fortunate enough to meet Deana last October at the brilliant Smut Manchester, and I’ve wanted to feature her work on my blog ever since.
Over to you Deana…
I was brought up to be a very sweet and innocent young women and I married a very polite young man, hoping that everything would change afterwards! Sadly, I was very much disillusioned. My new husband seemed to love music and booze much more than sex, so I used to immerse myself in my own private fantasies to satisfy my needs.
Some fifteen years later, on a night out with my girlfriends I met an incredible man. I was thirty seven and he was nearly forty two and had the most amazing blue eyes and osculatory skills ( he said he used to practice his kissing technique by rolling his tongue around yoghurt cartons.) I was instantly smitten and filed for divorce within months of meeting him. I would like to say we ran off into the sunset together and lived happily ever after, but he didn’t want to commit to me and I understood his reasons. He did, however, stay in touch with me for the next fifteen years. I would write sexy emails, poems and stories to hold his interest and when we met up every six months or so, I would turn into complete mush as soon as I saw him. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination, but the experience that followed in his company was always mindblowing.
In 2001 I discovered the iconic book Story of O by Pauline Reage. I was blown away by this book. This lady echoed the secret dark fantasies that I had only to a much darker level. I absolutely loved the sensual way that she described her experiences and the way she pushed her own physical and mental barriers. I shared some of my stories and poems with my friends at work and they loved them so when Fifty Shades of Grey hit the world in 2012, I was inspired to revisit a half started story, but this time I was driven to complete it into a full length book. That in itself was the start of a new journey. I had only studied English to O’level standard so my initial manuscript was very naively written. I joined a writing club who introduced me to a great editor and I am also taking creative writing classes which I absolutely love.
I loved reading fairy tales when I was a child, particularly Hans Christian Andersen. His story, The Red Shoes haunted me the way a pair of shoes could be so malevolent and lead the poor girl Karen down such a devastating spiral, and this story inspired me to write my book, For Want of a Shoe.
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Extract
Abi gripped the post in the Pleasure Room, gazing at the dust motes suspended in a shard of sunlight, while Lester pulled and yanked the back ties of her corset. She had worked hard cleaning the farmhouse all Saturday, and Lester had been very impressed by how spartan her bedroom looked after she had cleared away her clothes and pushed her suitcases out of view under her bed.
“Would you like a surprise, for being such a good girl?” he whispered in her ear, as he tied the ribbons into a tight bow.
“Depends what it is.” Abi humoured him, her earlier petulance dissipating.
“I’m going to blindfold you, and then I’m going to do wicked things to your body. Would you like that?”
“Just a bit.” Abi giggled as she let Lester slip a velvet sleeping mask over her eyes. He reassuringly kissed her upturned mouth before gently lowering her onto the bed. Her left arm was drawn behind her head and clamped at the wrist in a fluffy handcuff, hanging from the metal grille of the bedhead. He kissed her mouth again, his tongue meeting hers. Abi wrapped her free arm around him to pull him closer to her body.
“Not so fast, young lady!” Lester murmured, extricating himself from her grasp. He drew her other arm towards the right post and secured her wrist in a matching handcuff with a quick click. “Now you can’t stop me…”
He kissed her mouth again before moving his hands down past her waist to the top of her left thigh. He deftly unclipped her stocking, slowly unrolling it down her leg, and tugged it off her foot. Abi bit her lower lip with anticipation as she felt him knot the stocking around her ankle and tug her leg to an angle as he fastened the stocking around the bed post. He stroked the inside of her bare thigh, watching her quiver under his touch, “Ready for your other leg?”
Abi murmured assent, quietly relishing this brand new erotic experience.
She felt Lester unclip her other stocking and roll it down her leg, acquiescing as he knotted the stocking around her ankle, pulling her leg taut to the other bedpost.
He let his fingertips tease the inside of her thighs before crouching between her spread-eagled legs, his hot breath preceding his tongue. Abi sighed and swivelled her hips as Lester rolled his tongue around her exposed labia in a leisurely manner, teasing her ring and tasting her juices.
“Mmm…that’s so gorgeous, “ Abi encouraged. “Please don’t stop.”
A heavy vehicle pulled up on the forecourt outside, the gravel popping and cracking in its wake.
“Just a moment, Abi. I won’t be long.”
“Lester!” Abi called out in alarm.
Ignoring her, he opened the door to greet the newcomers, then clicked it shut behind him. Abi strained her ears to hear the conversation outside. She heard the door of the vehicle wrench open and then low voices.
“What do you think?”
“It’s great. I’m really pleased.”
“Well then, let’s get it shifted.”
Abi listened to the grunts and curses of two other men as they unloaded a seemingly heavy item and manoeuvred it towards the kitchen door of the farmhouse, and then silence.
Abi was curious. Lester hadn’t mentioned he was expecting a delivery. She shifted her head on the pillow. The sleeping mask held tight. She tutted in exasperation.
A fly landed on her bare stomach. She shrieked with shock, causing it to buzz frenziedly above her. Damn Lester and damn the delivery. He certainly picked his moments. Why couldn’t he wait until the delivery had been made before taking her to the Pleasure Room? She pondered again on what he had chosen to order and, more intriguingly, why it was being delivered on a Sunday.
“C’mon,” she muttered. “What’s taking so long? Just get rid of them!”
The fly hovered around the gloomy space, seeking an exit, before head-butting the window pane with sheer frustration.
Abi tried to remain calm. She counted to one hundred and then counted all over again.
The kitchen door opened, and she heard voices again.
“That was hard going. I need a fag.”
“Do you think Les is fucking that PA of his?”
Abi’s ears pricked up when she realised they were talking about her, instantly recognising the voices as belonging to Mike and Andy, the engineers who had teased her when she was new to the company. What were they doing here?
“He’s gotta be. Haven’t you noticed him bringing her into work?”
“Can’t blame him. I would too. She must have a cunt like a horse collar!”
Oh, please! Abi shuddered as she continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Whatcha think’s in that building over there?”
“Dunno. Probably rubbish. C’mon, let’s get going.”
“No, I want a looksee. Les was in there when we got here.”
Footsteps crunched in the gravel, as the two men lumbered towards the Pleasure Room.
Petrified, she inwardly screamed, Lester! Get these guys away!
Their voices grew louder as they approached the window. Abi stayed as still as she could, her heart thumping, blood pounding in her ears.
“Can you see anything?”
“Nah. Let’s check the door.”
Please, please just go away! Abi silently pleaded.
She heard them step away, and then came the menacing crunch of gravel as they both tramped around the building.
She panicked, breathing hard as she heard the door creak open, steeling herself for what would follow…
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Buy link
http://www.beatentrackpublishing.com/forwantofashoe
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Bio
Deana Carroll, currently lives with her son and cat in a pretty house by the pinewoods in Formby, Merseyside.
She worked as an administration officer in the Civil Service since leaving school and has written many poems and short stories for personal pleasure. She was brought up with very moral values, but discovered after her divorce in her mid-thirties, that being immoral was much more entertaining!
In 2012 Deana needed to take several months off work due to a mystery illness. During that time she resuscitated an abandoned story that lay festering at the back of her wardrobe. This time the ideas flowed and the initial two thousand words quickly expanded to sixty thousand. This book, For Want of a Shoe, contained everything that Deana loved; shoes, chocolate and most of all, adult fun!
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Many thanks for such an honest blog, and such a great extract Deana,
Happy reading everyone.
Kay x
A Taste of Erotic Romance for Valentine’s Day
Today I thought, as my Valentine’s gift to you, I’d share a little from my erotic romance, A Sticky Situation– a novella inspired by my own total, non-stop, clumsiness- and my habit of dropping toast and marmalade down my front…
Blurb-
If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.
Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.
Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…
Extract
As the shower burnt its jet of water into his head and shoulders, Cameron scrubbed his body furiously with soap, trying to wash away all thoughts of Sally. It had been years since he’d let a woman get to him like this. What worried him most was that he didn’t just want to sleep with her. He actually wanted her to like him. This was new territory for Cameron James. As he stood there, beneath the steaming deluge, he couldn’t stop himself from envisaging exactly what he’d like to do with her.
He saw her bent at the end of his bed, waiting for him to kiss her firm arse.
He visualised her lying on her back, her legs wide open. Sally beaming up at him as he lowered himself onto her; her chest swollen and her nipples hard as he ate them, his thick cock sinking into her moist channel.
Cameron could almost taste her as he felt his dick go rigid where he stood, droplets of water cascading off it as, with eyes firmly closed, her saw his mouth coming to Sally’s indescribably soft mound. In his mind he drank from her, the heated water of the shower combining with her liquid, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Sally was moaning quietly, one hand leaving his head as she squeezed herself, playing her own fingertips across her beautiful almond tinted nipples.
Steadying one hand on the cubicle wall, Cameron’s fist came to his erection as his thoughts became more graphic, more urgent. He pumped slowly at first, as he saw Sally crouched next to him, the light pressure of her small palms pushing him to his feet so she could wrap her lips around his shaft. At first, she’d simply lick the tip enquiringly, as though she was trying a new flavoured ice cream for the very first time. Then, she’d speed up, lapping him with extended strokes, punctuating each move with a kiss to his balls; her nails discovering each inch of his hips and thighs.
Cameron’s whole frame shuddered, his wrist moving faster and faster along his length, the water almost forgotten as it pounded into his bent neck and ran down his back. Nothing mattered but the images in his head and the action of his hand. Sally had engulfed his cock in her mouth now. Sucking and teasing him out, almost stretching his pole, she was drawing him into her, until he was securely within her throat.
He could feel his orgasm rising, his brain flashing with differing shots of Sally as he wanked, of her lips at his dick, of his face between her legs, or her wet dress, clinging to the outline of her curves so temptingly, of how he’d marvelled at his ability not to grab her in the lift and tell her she was driving him nuts, and that he was a nice guy really. Of him slurping fallen food from her neck, of kissing her mouth, her breasts, her thighs; his hands everywhere as he stared into her beautiful emerald eyes.
As spunk spattered against the side of the shower unit’s tiles, Cameron’s eyes flew back open, his chest letting out a pent up exhalation of air via a guttural groan through his throat. ‘Enough,’ he panted into the small rectangular space. ‘Time to stop dreaming and actually do something about this!’
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You can buy this sexy romance in either paperback or ebook from all good retailers, including Amazon-
http://www.amazon.com/Sticky.../dp/B00L4N4JZE/ref=sr_1_13…
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
Kay xx
February 13, 2016
Dark Romance for Valentine’s Day
I thought I’d share a little of my darker romance, The Voyeur, with you today, to get you in the mood for a Valentine’s weekend.
The FFM world of The Voyeur is available as a standalone novel, or as part of the 2 novel boxed set The Collared Collection, – a joint enterprise featuring The Voyeur and Kd Grace’s, The Pet Shop.
The Voyeur- Blurb
Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is in the process of making a reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper Clara Hooper.
Upon his willing slave’s bare backs, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.
But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And why is Mark getting mixed up with Anya’s previous employers at the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club- a place Anya was all too delighted to escape from?
In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again…
Extract
Anya had re-scanned all the emails that had flown across the invisible airwaves of the Atlantic between herself and Candice over the past few weeks. Having retreated to the bathroom to redo her lipstick and add a second layer of concealer to the bags under her eyes, Anya felt was as ready as she’d ever be to face the confident, ultra-efficient American PA over the video link.
Having checked the webcam was working properly, and that she was seated comfortably for the forthcoming exchange of information, Anya grabbed a final glance at the notes she’d made, and turned the conference call facility onto standby.
She was just tapping in the password she required to be patched through to the States when the office door opened and Mark and Clara walked in. Anya’s stomach twisted into a knot of lust as she regarded Clara in a skin-hugging Lycra catsuit, all scarlet and black; a combination which showed her figure off to perfection.
There was no point in protesting that she was about to take an important call; Mark already knew that. Why else would he have bought Clara in, dressed so provocatively, at that exact moment? Her boss was a game player extraordinaire, and he knew precisely how to press her buttons, and freak her out at the same time. Anya had known Fantasy 6 would have to be replayed – but she hadn’t expected it now; so soon after Fantasy 2.
So, Mark isn’t going to rerun his erotic fancies in order after all.
Mark said nothing as he gestured for Anya to rise while he pulled her chair from her desk. Clara, without prompting, crawled under the desk, and crouching uncomfortably, waited for Mark to speak.
Even as her boss pointedly announced the obvious imminent replay of Fantasy 6, Anya was ahead of him, vividly remembering what had happened last time she had been forced to carry out a telephone call with Clara’s head between her legs. This time it seemed she was going to have to endure all the gorgeous delights to come while communing with an audience who could not only hear her voice, but see her as well; and who must never know what was going on below the desk.
‘Roll up your skirt, take off your thong, and sit down. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the importance of opening your legs as wide as possible.’ Anya kicked off her shoes and obliged. ‘Quickly, girl, it’s time for your meeting to begin.’
As she sat, pulling in her chair as close to the desk as it would go without squashing Clara, Anya tried to steady her nerves. The video line rang, and Anya plastered a convincingly serene smile across her face.
‘How are you, Candice, all well over there?’ Anya felt pleased at how normal her voice sounded despite the knowledge that the woman she loved was curled up only inches from her naked pussy.
‘I’m great, thank you.’ Candice, as no-nonsense as ever, dived straight into the business of the day. ‘I’m pleased to say that the personnel alterations we’ve had this end seem to be an improvement, rather than the procedural nightmare that we both feared.’
Anya listened hard as Candice listed the strengths of the new employees and what she hoped they would bring to Parker Software as a whole. But as the minutes ticked by, and Clara hadn’t so much as breathed on her, Anya found her focus beginning to falter.
‘And if his impact so far is anything to go by, then I judge that Stuart Hopkirk will turn out to be the better of the new candidates to fulfil the transatlantic element of the sales force. He’s more of a “people person”, if you see what I mean?’ Candice emphasised her point by using her fingers to show the inverted commas around the statement that Anya had only partially heard.
Why hadn’t Clara done anything yet? Last time this had happened, her lover had been straight in with the action. That had been hard enough, trying to keep her tone business-like when Clara had been employing her mouth so expertly. This non-action was far worse. Anya was so braced for the feel of the first touch that she knew she was losing the thrust of what Candice was saying.
‘Anya, are you OK?’ Candice’s southern twang sounded genuinely concerned as her counterpart failed to answer a question.
‘Sorry, the screen broke up then for a bit,’ Anya rallied, not daring to glance in Mark’s direction, knowing he’d be annoyed at her lack of professionalism. ‘Could you repeat that one, please?’
‘Sure. I was saying that Hopkins will be over in the UK next month, so I’ll confirm dates with you once flights are booked. Mark should talk with him face to face. His ideas on company development are interesting.’
‘Of course. I’ll sort a meet and greet session in London as soon as you confirm timings.’
‘Excellent! Right, that just leaves us to sort Mark’s visit to the States in the summer. Are you coming with him this year? It would be great to meet you in person.’
‘I doubt it. I – owwww!’ Anya jumped as a sharp pair of teeth dug into her pussy. ‘Oh, do excuse me; I think I was just stung. Must be an insect in here or something.’
Candice’s eyes narrowed. She looked far from convinced, but was too professional and polite to do anything other than take Anya’s word for it.
Anya could feel a blush start to creep up her neck and tinge her cheeks pink as Clara continued to nibble her teeth over and around her mound, pulling back her labia with a sharp pressure which she knew could bring Anya off very quickly.
It was time to end this conference call, and quickly. ‘Well, my diary has the last four days of July pencilled in as a possible. How does that fit with you?’
Candice tapped a few buttons on the out of sight iPad Anya knew she was physically attached to, and looked up with an orthodontically enhanced, white toothed smile. ‘The 29th is out, but the four days prior to that are clear. Shall I book Mark in?’
Without even bothering to check those days were free in Mark’s calendar, Anya said, ‘That would be excellent.’ As Clara’s tongue and right hand joined in the exploration of her crotch, Anya pretended to write down the dates.
‘Anything else you require today, Candice?’ Anya squeezed her fingernails into her hidden palms, trying to deflect the need to wriggle her arse closer to Clara’s lips, which had begun to move even faster.
‘I think that just about concludes things. Thanks for your time, Anya.’
Issuing a smile of genuine relief as Candice bought things to a close, Anya felt Clara’s long fingernails began to delicately scrape the space below her clit. Her smile toward Candice froze for a split second as Clara then forcibly pushed a hand under Anya, shoving her butt upwards so her anus could be tickled.
‘One moment please, ladies.’ Mark strode across the room, and bent into the eyeline of the video link.
‘Good morning, Mark. I’m sorry; I hadn’t realised you were there.’ Candice’s face lit up, leaving no one in any doubt as to how attractive she thought the owner of Parker Software was.
‘I’ve just arrived, sweetheart.’ Mark oozed charm at Anya’s American associate. ‘Could you be an absolute star and give me a brief breakdown of sales figures for the last quarter your end?’
Anya could have cried as Clara’s digits increased their pace. As she struggled to keep her body still from the waist up, her arse squirmed and her shoulders tensed. She felt like some kind of sinister ventriloquist’s dummy as her upper body stiffened, a look which, at an executive level, could so easily be interpreted as lack of confidence, and therefore weakness. If she wasn’t careful Candice would be putting the word about that she was cracking up. Given half the chance, Anya knew she would be on the next plane to the UK, kicking her out, so she could work with Mark instead.
Gathering herself together, doing her best to blank out what was happening to her below desk level, Anya snapped back into PA mode. ‘Actually, that would be very helpful for me as well; but if you wish for some time to gather that information, then I am happy to schedule another call tomorrow?’
‘Well, I can help a little now.’ Candice addressed Mark rather than the PA. Normally Anya would have been offended, but today she was simply relieved to have the impetus taken away from her for a minute, so she could take the opportunity to lift her buttocks from the chair, allowing Clara easier access to her backside. Instantly, Clara shuffled a digit inside her anus, and Anya trapped her girl’s finger and right arm beneath her, successfully limiting the source of the sensually distracting motion around her groin.
Undetected, however, Clara’s left hand continued its adventure by running up Anya’s legs, dancing only the tips of her fingers over the exposed flesh, making Anya shiver, causing the inserted finger to burrow deeper into her backside.
As Candice and Mark discussed import and export figures, Anya found it harder to remain centred on them, her mind drifting more and more to the curled-up creature beneath the desk.
‘Can you confirm that for me please, Anya?’ Mark’s voice snapped Anya back to attention. She was suddenly convinced by the way he and Candice were staring at her that this was at least the second time he’d asked her that question.
She knew there was no point in bluffing; they were both too shrewd for that. ‘I’m sorry, I allowed myself to be distracted. Can you repeat that, please?’
‘Sorry, Anya, I don’t have the time.’ Mark was brusque, and he turned his face back to the video link, treating Candice to his most disarming smile, ‘I must apologise for my PA’s behaviour, Candice. This unsatisfactory situation will be cleared up. Do you have time for another link meeting tomorrow?’
‘Certainly Mark, about 3 p.m.?’
Anya bristled silently, noticing that Candice hadn’t even referred to her diary, and privately hoped she’d find she was already busy and would have to reschedule, and therefore embarrass herself.
‘I’ll speak to you then. Many thanks, Candice; until tomorrow.’ Mark clicked off the link, and the room went deadly quiet…
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Available in paperback or as an e-book, The Voyeur can be purchased from-
or in The Collared Collection with The Pet Shop– http://mybook.to/collaredcollection
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Happy almost Valentine’s Day
Kay x
February 11, 2016
KJB’s Tip Time: Fantasy Valentines 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)
February 9, 2016
My First Time: Lucy Felthouse
Today I’m beginning a brand new series of interviews on my blog. Every fortnight (novel deadlines willing!) I’ll be asking some of the best erotica writers in the business about their very first time…Their first time getting published that is.
Who better than to kick off ‘My First Time,’ than my dear friend, fellow Brit Babe, and prolific erotica writer, Lucy Felthouse!
Can you remember writing the first story you actually wanted to write, rather than those you were forced to write at school? What was it about?
I was never forced at school—creative writing sessions were always my favourite! I’d disappear into my own head for the duration of the lesson, and be one of the few disappointed when the break bell rang! I honestly don’t remember the first story I wrote, though, as I’ve been scribbling in notebooks ever since I could physically write.
What was your first official publication? Was that erotica?
Yes, my first published work was erotica, and it was on a now-defunct website. My first print publication was in the sadly also defunct Scarlet Magazine. My first publication in a book was Fantasy Assignment, which appeared in Xcite Books’ anthology, Seriously Sexy 3.
I had no idea I’d be an erotica writer- it just came from nowhere! Was writing erotica something you intended to do, or was it a bit of a shock?
Neither, really, because it all started on a dare! I was at university when one of my friends suggested I should have a go at writing an erotic story. I resisted at first, but then he dared me. Well, I couldn’t say no to a dare, could I? I took on the challenge and succeeded, and I’ve never looked back!
What affect did that have on your life?
I’m not sure it did, really. I started away writing more erotic short stories, and only told a select few people—i.e. those I knew wouldn’t be bothered by it, and it’s just grown from there. Now, several years later, that writing makes up part of my income.
Does your first published story reflect your current writing style?
It’s difficult to say, really. I don’t want to go back and read it now as I’ll probably cringe, as I always do when reading my much earlier work. I’d say in terms of content—it’s an erotic story featuring a man in uniform—it’s still very “me” as I’m a sucker for uniforms. It probably still sounds like me, too, but I’d certainly hope that now, after dozens and dozens more short stories, novellas and novels, that I’ve improved considerably!
What are you working on at the moment?
I’m working on a sexy little F/F tale for an anthology. Fingers crossed the publisher will accept it!
You can buy Lucy’s latest book Love on Location, now- http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/love-on-location/
Bio
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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Many thanks for joining me today Lucy.
Kay xx
(PS- if you enjoyed that, I am running a similar interview series over on my Jenny Kane site for writers from other genres. xx)
February 7, 2016
My First Time: Coming Soon…
This coming Wednesday sees the dawn of a new (fortnightly) series of blog interviews on this site, called My First Time. I have to admit I rather excited about it!
OK- so it isn’t about what you’re thinking!
Each fortnight I will be asking an erotica author about their very first story writing and publishing experiences. The series kicks of this week with the brilliant and prolific Lucy Felthouse.
Putting the interviews together has made me reflect upon my own publishing experiences.
I wasn’t very good at English at school. I am a little dyslectic, and always struggled (and still do) with spelling. It was a big a surprise to me as anyone that I started to write.
It began when I suddenly had time on my hands after my children went to school, and I scribbled down a very kinky story for fun- on a napkin that I found under a Mars Bar scone…A story which was to end up in an anthology called Lips Like Sugar.
I entered the world of publications in a rather backwards sort of a way. There was never any talk of agents or having to have representation. I just bumbled from being a short story hobbyist- to someone who was paid to be a short story writer, to someone who got an email one day asking if I’d ever thought of writing a novel!! And here I am- still no agent- still bumbling- still writing…
I am interested to see how many other people ‘fell’ into writing, or if everyone else was grown up and did it the ‘proper’ way!!
So why not join me this Wednesday, and every other Wednesday after, to discover just how some of you favourite authors found themselves slaving away at a keyboard for hours each and every day, living in fictional worlds that- let’s face it- are often much nicer than reality!!
See you on Wednesday!!
Kay x
PS- if you enjoy this, I have similar non-erotic author interviews on my Jenny Kane website every alternate Wednesday as well. x
February 6, 2016
OUT NOW- THE COLLARED COLLECTION
Today , for the very first time, you can buy a boxed set which combines both my work and that of the spectacular Kd Grace!
Combined into The Collared Collection, you can now buy our bestselling novels, The Pet Shop and The Voyeur, in one delicious volume.
Blurb
In The Pet Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James’s boss sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it’s extremely addicting. Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.
In The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff – his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper. Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge’s gentleman’s club, Anya’s previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark? In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.
You can buy The Collared Collection NOW via this link –
Buy links – http://mybook.to/collaredcollection
If you like a bit of BDSM with your erotic romance, a little mystery, and some very kinky sex scenes, then this is the collection for you!
Happy reading,
Kay xxx
February 4, 2016
KJB’s Tip Time: Old Clothes
With Spring just around the corner, many of us are clearing out our old clothes, and piling them up for a trip to the charity shops, or the recycle bin.
How about selecting one of two of those old clothes this weekend and putting them on…purely with the intension of your lover literally ripping them off..?
John and Jenny in Not Her Type can tell you how…
The text arrived at eight in the morning.
1.00pm- be dressed in old clothes. bra, knickers, everything. I’m gonna rip them from your body, and then I’m going to…
Jenny’s internal temperature skyrocketed. What? What is he going to do? Texting fast, she asked what he was planning, but all she got was an enigmatic, Wait and see dirty girl…
Have a great weekend,
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)
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