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January 7, 2016
Guest Post from Zak Jane Keir: Even Sexy Times Have Changed
I’m delighted to welcome the brilliant Zak Jane Keir to my site today.
Over to you Zak…
Even Sexy Times Have Changed
I thought it would be easy, you see. I rediscovered, one wet Wednesday afternoon, that I still had a whole pile of magazines containing short stories I’d written around the turn of the century. As I also had a couple of unpublished shorts that didn’t have a home, I reckoned I could easily pull together an anthology and pop it out into the world: some of the old stories were probably not all that, but I remembered really enjoying some of them when I wrote them and so all I’d have to do would be to give them a quick tidy-up.
Er, whoops. Not at all. If you want to get a real feel for how fast and how dramatically the world has changed over the past fifteen or even five years, have a flick through any type of contemporary (as opposed to sci-fi/fantasy/cod-historical) fiction and see how many jarring notes you spot. Someone’s already done it for Bridget Jones http://www.buzzfeed.com/sophiegadd/if-bridget-joness-diary-had-been-set-in-2015?bffbuk&utm_term=.mkvgoklRP2#.bbyOwZ62DK for example.
When it comes to erotica, sure, the basic principles of lust, desire, fucking and sucking are still pretty much the same, but unless your stories consist of nothing but fuck/suck/spank/kink there are still going to be aspects that go out of date and can catch you out if you’re refurbishing previous work. I had to ditch two or three stories outright because they simply didn’t have any relevance any more. (Yes, there was one with a plot that pivoted on the idea that sending a text message was something radical, thrilling and brand new.) Reworking others involved a lot of time asking younger friends on Facebook if people still did such things as listen to pirate radio stations/work in music PR and get paid a living wage rather than being on a permanent unpaid internship, as well as having to scrub all references to anyone smoking indoors or watching videos rather than DVDs (or Netflix). Some things, though, seemed to make slightly better sense with a contemporary twist added.
So it took about three times as long as I intended to pull this collection together, but it was fun to do, and I hope it’s fun to read, as well. Of course, some of the best fun bits were reliving certain memories of the things I got up to at the end of the 90s which inspired some of the hottest scenes. The extract featured here is from the story The Tops, the original version of which was sparked off by meeting a man as dominant as I am, at the after-party for one of the many fetish markets that used to take place in those days (and, in fact, often still do.) How much of the story is stuff that really happened? That’s the sort of thing a lady doesn’t share…
Extract: The Tops, from the collection Sticky Fingers and Warm Leatherette, House of Erotica 2015.
Perhaps because neither of them were in their usual sexual roles, the first few moments back at his studio flat were a little disconcerting. Neither had said much on the brief minicab journey, though that was something Lynsey was used to – chattering in front of cabbies about exactly what you are going to be doing with one another in a short space of time had always seemed fairly graceless to her. It was late, a lot later than she’d expected to be out on a Sunday night, and that was disorientating as well.
With a little toss of her head, she began to unbutton her blouse, not too slowly and not too fast. He followed her example, peeling off his t-shirt then crouching to unbuckle his boots as she kicked off her shoes and removed her black leather skirt. A little while later, they were lying naked, side by side beneath the quilt, almost touching but not quite. The silence and the taut feeling of expectation lasted almost too long, and then Karl put his hand, very carefully but quite decisively, on her left breast. She rolled over and put her hand on his arse, and then it was all going to happen. He fingered and pinched her nipples as she nipped at his ear and licked his jawline, clawing her fingernails lightly down his back. A couple of deep, hard, tongue-thrusting kisses and she had hold of his cock, squeezing and caressing the rigid shaft while he reached between her legs and finger-fucked her juicy hole.
“Shall I go on top?” She laughed a little as she said it, and then his hands were gripping her hips and helping her to mount him, and it felt amazingly easy to slide him inside her. She was so very wet, so very ready, and he was pushing in, hard and fast and deep, thrusting up inside her while she ground against him, and there was no stopping, no pause for thought, no worries, just fast hard fucking, like a duel, like a dance. They somehow found each other’s hands rather than clutching at shoulders or arsecheeks, twisted their fingers in between one another’s, held tight and dug in. Orgasm was so close to simultaneous that neither of them felt the need to ask or announce.
They hadn’t said much afterwards, just fallen asleep in a messy, sticky tangle, and woken at some point in the night and done it again, and woken when the sunlight came insistently through the curtains and fucked one more time, face to face but side by side, with fewer kisses than the last couple of times…
Buy links:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sticky-Fingers-Warm-Leatherette-Stories-ebook/dp/B019HH57QS
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/author/zak-jane-keir/id684750041?mt=11
Bio: Zak Jane Keir has been writing about sex, kink, sexuality and misbehaviour since the 1990s. She prefers to write fetish, femdom and pansexual erotica, but doesn’t mind dabbling with a little straight heterosex now and again.
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Many thanks Zak- phew!!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
January 4, 2016
Let’s warm up with an Archaeological Affair…
It is SO wet and chilly out there! I thought we could all warm up with a trip to Tunisia, and join Harrison and Beth on site- in my archaeological erotic romance, Digging Deep.
Here’s the blurb to give you a little introduction…
As site supervisor on an archaeological dig, in the grounds of the Ancient Roman city of Leptis Minus in Tunisia, Dr Beth Andrew’s hands are well and truly full.
With the intense heat of the day, and the freezing temperature of night eroding Beth’s normal calm outlook on life, directing her half of the excavation is challenge enough, without allowing herself to think about the crush she has on her American co-supervisor, Dr Harrison Harris.
With Ryan, one of her accidently breaking a piece of mosaic on his first day by offering her his muscular body, and one of the American students, Candida Harker, taking a serious dislike to Beth, her private like is the last thing on her mind. But what, or who, is behind Candida’s sharp-nailed hostility and Ryan’s determination to flirt with Beth at every opportunity?
Proving that love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement, distrust takes hold as the dig progresses, pushing Anglo-American academic relations to a point which thoroughly confuses Beth’s erotic and romantic expectations…
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I think it would be fair to say that Beth and Harrison’s relationship does not have the most promising start, so when they did get together, I wanted to give them one humdinger of a snog- right in the middle of a sun-roasted African olive grove…
…Turning abruptly, she looked directly into Harrison’s eyes. ‘To clarify the important part of this conversation, you fancy me, and – as you must have noticed – I like you too. But you’re worried I’ll screw you over like Linda did?’
‘Not any more I’m not.’ Harrison laid a hand on each of Beth’s cheeks. ‘I’m sorry I thought you could be like her for even a minute. I overheard Candida, and …’
Beth cut over his excuses. ‘You seem to be saying sorry a lot for the assumptions you’ve made about me due to gossip in the last 24 hours.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘There you go again.’ Beth rose up on her tiptoes, and took hold of his rough-stubbled cheeks. ‘Enough now. Enough.’
Harrison’s lips hit Beth’s on a mutual collision course of desperation to taste each other again. To experience a proper kiss, to wind his tongue around hers as his hands slipped to her chest, cupping her breasts through the layers of material which were insubstantial enough for him to easily determine the outline of her bra, was an experience he had, only moments ago, resigned himself never to have.
Now it was happening, his cock was responding accordingly. The high temperatures temporarily forgotten, Beth moaned yieldingly into his mouth. Unable to keep her hands to Harrison’s face alone, reckless of the fact that they could be discovered by any passer-by, Beth eased her fingers down his front, feeling the bulge of his shaft beneath his shorts. All the images she’d had of what his dick would be like, what it might feel like, how it might taste, crowded into her psyche in one go. She needed to know now, before they found Candida, and she did or said something else to ruin things. Deftly unzipping his fly, Beth slid a single fingertip into the gap, tickling his length though his boxers.
‘Oh God, Beth.’
‘Do you want me to stop?’ Panting slightly as she spoke, Beth wasn’t sure she could stop even if he asked her to as she sidled more fingers upwards, edging down the waistband of his underwear enough to get her palm wrapped around his length.
His penis sprang free easily, and as Beth cradled his pleasing weight in her fingers, Harrison’s kisses became more savage, his stubble burning her, his hips thrusting forward. All his intensions never to do this with Beth, let alone do it in an open space where anyone could walk past, dissolved in the sensations of her hold, which compressed and loosened over and over again, until he thought he’d explode in her grasp…
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Having been an archaeologist myself once upon a time- (I actually worked on the very dig described within Digging Deep)- this novella is particularly close to my heart. That doesn’t mean I’ve made the path of true love run smooth for my characters however! Where would be the fun in that?!
If you’d like to see what trials and tribulations I put Beth and Harrison through, then you can buy Digging Deep as either a standalone e-book, a slim paperback, or within the three novella set paperback, Ahead of the Curve.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Digging-Deep-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L2GR7C0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1404411608&sr=1-1&keywords=Digging+Deep+kay+jaybee jenny hendrix fucked by voodoo
http://www.amazon.com/Digging-Deep-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L2GR7C0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1404411692&sr=1-1&keywords=digging+deep+kay+jaybee
Digging Deep- E-format cover
Happy reading- keep warm out there!!
Kay xx
January 1, 2016
Happy New Year 2016- Fond Farewell 2015
Hello lovely readers!! A Very Happy New Year to you all!
As 2016 takes its first tentative steps into existence, I can’t help reflecting on the 365 just past.
It seems so much longer ago than the beginning of 2015 that, The New Room, the novella finale to The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, came out.
My trilogy has been out for a little while now, and thanks to you lovely folk, it is still selling well, and can know be purchased as a Kindle Boxed Set as well as individual paperbacks and downloads.
It’s probably my age that makes me think that each and every year goes faster than the one before- or it could be that I just have so much more to do each and every year that I’m too busy to notice the changing months! This busyness is not something I’m complaining about. I love to have lots to do- and with the task of juggling being ‘Kay’ and being ‘Jenny’ no year has ever been so productive book wise.
I grant you, Kay has lost out a little to Jenny this year- but that doesn’t mean Kay has been forgotten- not at all.
The short stories have still been flowing, and you’ll see proof of those in the near future! There have also been a few new poems- and thanks to the lovely Ashley Lister, some of them can be found in the gorgeous anthology, Coming Together in Verse.
Despite not having written as much erotica as usual this year, I was stunned and delighted my two amazing events in 2015.
One was being given an Awarded an Honouree Mention at the 2015 National Leather Association Awards “Pauline Reage Novel Category” for Knowing Her Place (third part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy). I can’t begin to tell you how much that means to me.
So you can imagine how much more it meant when I was awarded Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO!! Sadly I was unwell and unable to attend, but my Brit Babe friends did me proud, and I totally treasure my award.
As for the Brit Babes– well, we go from strength to strength! Be warned, world domination is only moments away! With our second anthology, Sexy Just Got Rich doing so well, the gorgeous Tabitha Rayne designing her very first sex toy- the gorgeous Ruby Glow – Victoria Blisse and her wonderful husband Kev, running the brilliant SMUT UK events, and all 8 of us producing more work due out in the near future, things can only get better!!
Alongside writing this year, I taught my very first erotica workshop at Smut Manchester last October. It was the most fun! Setting people the task of sexing up ordinary items in a supermarket, I was impressed by so many of the talented writers before me. Erotica may be still struggling, but it is not for want of ability!
2015 ended for me with the re-release of my festive anthology, Christmas Kink– complete with a new story and a new cover, and (after much soul searching), I withdrew my very first solo book, The Collector from sale. The book rights returned to me, and so I have decided that in 2016 I will be republishing The Collector myself…watch this space!
I am also delighted to announce that I am in the process of writing a brand new novella…and I promise, it’s going to be HOT!!!
Here’s to a fantastic 2016 for everyone!
Kay xx
December 23, 2015
HAPPY KINKY CHRISTMAS!
I’m zipping by today, a stocking in one hand (it’s up to your imagination to decide which type!), and a mince pie in the other, to wish each and every one of you….
A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS
I hope you have a truly wonderful festive season, with much joy, many cuddles, and a book or two!
Much love and many kisses,
Kay xxx
December 21, 2015
Emergency Gifting!
It’s almost here!! It’s almost Christmas!!
If you’re anything like me you are, despite all your intentions to the contrary, you are still buying last minute gifts! I had planned to have everything wrapped and labelled, and the tree up, and the shopping sorted….but of course, none of that has happened yet!!
So- what are you going to buy during your last minute shopping spree? Fancy a book or two? Not sure if you want a cosy coffee time read, or something spicy?
Here’s a few suggestions to help things along from both of my writing personas- paperbacks to pop in those stockings, or ebooks to adorn the new Kindles currently stock piled on Santa’s sleigh!
SPICY (OVER 18’s only)
Digging Deep (erotic romance)
An erotic romance novella set in an archaeological dig, in the grounds of the
Ancient Roman city of Leptis Minus in Tunisia by Kay Jaybee
As site supervisor on an archaeological dig, in the grounds of the Ancient Roman city of Leptis Minus in
Tunisia, Dr Beth Andrew’s hands are well and truly full. Her first foreign excavation, which she co-runs with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!
A Sticky Situation (erotic romance)
An erotic romance novella by bestselling author, Kay Jaybee.
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 he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidentally split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Sticky…/dp/B00L4N4JZE/ref=sr_1_13…
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The Perfect Submissive (Book One of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy)
Hidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.
When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.
Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.
Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…
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COSY COFFEE TIME READS
Another Cup of Coffee
Thirteen years ago Amy Crane ran away from everyone and everything she knew, ending up in an unfamiliar city with no obvious past and no idea of her future. Now, though, that past has just arrived on her doorstep, in the shape of an old
music cassette that Amy hasn’t seen since she was at university.
Digging out her long-neglected Walkman, Amy listens to the lyrics that soundtracked her student days. As long-buried memories are wrenched from the places in her mind where she’s kept them safely locked away for over a decade, Amy is suddenly tired of hiding.
It’s time to confront everything about her life. Time to find all the friends she left behind in England, when her heart got broken and the life she was building for herself got completely shattered. Time to make sense of all the feelings she’s been bottling up for all this time. And most of all, it’s time to discover why Jack has sent her tape back to her now, after all these years…
With her mantra, New life, New job, New home, playing on a continuous loop in her head, Amy gears herself up with yet another a bucked-sized cup of coffee, as she goes forth to lay the ghost of first love to rest…
Another Cup of Christmas
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Another Cup of Christmas is a festive sequel (of sorts!) to Jenny Kane’s fantastic debut romance, Another Cup of Coffee.
Five years ago the staff of Pickwicks Cafe in Richmond were thrown into turmoil when their cook and part-owner, Scott, had a terrible accident. With help from his friends, his wife Peggy, and the staff at the local hospital, he made an amazing recovery. Now Pickwicks is preparing to host a special Christmas fundraiser for the hospital department that looked after Scott.
Pickwicks’ waitress Megan has been liaising with the ward’s administrator, Nick, as all the staff who helped Scott’s recovery are invited are invited. As the problems of organising the fundraiser take up more and more of their busy lives, Megan and Nick contact each other more frequently, and their emails and phone calls start to develop from the practical into the flirty.
But can you actually fall for someone you’ve never met? As the fundraiser draws closer, Megan is beginning to think that she had imagined all the virtual flirting between herself and Nick – he promised to arrange to meet her for real, but he hasn’t done so. Now he’s bringing someone with him to the fundraiser, and they’re just bound to be everything Megan feels she isn’t …
Romancing Robin Hood
Dr Grace Harper has loved the stories of Robin Hood ever since she first saw them on TV as a girl. Now, with her fortieth birthday just around the corner, she’s a successful academic in Medieval History, with a tenured position at a top university.
But Grace is in a bit of a rut. She’s supposed to be writing a textbook on a real-life medieval gang of high-class criminals – the Folvilles – but she keeps being drawn into the world of the novel she’s secretly writing – a novel which entwines the Folvilles with her long-time love of Robin Hood – and a feisty young girl named Mathilda, who is the key to a medieval mystery…
Meanwhile, Grace’s best friend Daisy – who’s as keen on animals as Grace is on the Merry Men – is unexpectedly getting married, and a reluctant Grace is press-ganged into being her bridesmaid. As Grace sees Daisy’s new-found happiness, she starts to re-evaluate her own life. Is her devotion to a man who may or may not have lived hundreds of years ago really a substitute for a real-life hero of her own? It doesn’t get any easier when she meets Dr Robert Franks – a rival academic who Grace is determined to dislike but finds herself being increasingly drawn to…
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Hope this has given you a few ideas!
Happy last minute panic shopping everyone
Kay xx
December 20, 2015
Release Blitz: Out Now! – Properly, Or Not At All by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985 @totally_bound) #newrelease #spanking #erotica #romance #bdsm
Out Now! – Properly, Or Not At All by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985 @totally_bound) #newrelease #spanking #erotica #romance #bdsm
Blurb:
Tristan and Jayme are not only devoted husband and wife, they are also Dominant and submissive, with a particular penchant for spanking. They’ve been playing delicious kinky games for the fifteen years they’ve been together and couldn’t be happier. However, when Tristan develops a health issue that means he can’t redden his wife’s backside for a while, it puts both of them under a lot of strain. It’s a big part of their sex life, and one they’ll miss badly.
They try to find a way around their unfortunate predicament, but it’s not easy. In the end, Tristan declares that he will either spank Jayme’s bottom properly, or not at all.
The prospect of no spanking at all dismays Jayme, but she has no other choice. Or does she? Continuing to put her mind towards the issue, she indulges in some solo experimentation, with mixed results.
But how will Tristan feel when he finds out his wife has gone behind his back?
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/properly-or-not-at-all/
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27319937-properly-or-not-at-all
Excerpt:
“You know what this fucking means, don’t you?” Tristan said loudly, slamming his car keys onto the hall’s side table and storming into the kitchen.
Jayme followed him quickly, her heart racing. Tristan rarely got angry—sure, he often pretended she’d done something wrong and faked being pissed off about it when they played D/s scenes, but real anger–it was something that just didn’t happen. She wasn’t quite sure what had sparked it, either. The news had been unfortunate, yes. Inconvenient, yes, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Tristan’s only choice was to take the doctor’s advice.
“Um, I take it you mean aside from the obvious?” she ventured quietly, not wanting to piss him off even more.
“Yes,” he said on a heavy sigh, making it clear his anger and frustration weren’t aimed at her. “Come here, you.” He held out his arms, and when she went into them he hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “Fucking hell, Jayme, I’m really going to miss spanking that beautiful arse of yours.”
“And I’m going to miss you doing it,” she murmured into his chest. Then, pulling back so she could make eye contact, continued, “But we’ll cope. There’s loads of other stuff we can do—we can still have fun. As much as I love it, it’s not worth making the problem worse, or screwing up your recovery once you’ve had the op. Your health is more important, babe.”
“Mmm…” came the reply, along with a very displeased expression.
“Hey,” Jayme said sharply, raising her eyebrows, “you might be in charge in the bedroom, mister, but I’m putting my foot down here. Hopefully you’ll get a date through for the operation really soon. And the sooner you have the op, the sooner you’ll be recovered and we can get back to normal. In the meantime”—she grinned widely—“we’ll just have to get creative, won’t we?”
Much to Jayme’s relief, Tristan finally smiled. “You’re right, as always, wife of mine. Clearly I’m not happy about this—fucking carpal tunnel bollocks, spoiling all our fun—but it could be a lot worse, I suppose. At least they’re not operating on my dick!”
“True.” She giggled. “That would take some creativity of epic proportions!”
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Author 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
December 18, 2015
The Christmas Work Do: Donning That Little Red Dress
Up and down the country- whichever country that may be- men and women are laying down their laptops, putting aside their PC’s, closing their diaries, and switching on the answer machines so that they can head out on their ‘Work Christmas Do!’
As a self employed writer, if I went on a ‘Work Christmas Do’ all that would usually happen, would be that I’d have a gingerbread muffin alongside my usual cup of coffee. (Although my Jenny side did actually get a work do this year!!)
However, this does not stop me imagining what it might be like to go to such an event. The men pulling on a suit and worrying about just how ‘festive’ their tie should be, while the women stare at the contents of their wardrobes for hours as they suddenly hate the outfit they’d got especially for the occasion, and desperately need to pick something else – or is that the sort of thing that only happens to me?
Anyway! The idea of the little black dress as the central point for an erotic story has always attracted me – and then I thought, maybe not black- maybe red… Once the idea took hold, I just had to write a story called, The Little Red Dress. Here’s an extract for you…
“…Deaf to Alice’s continued protests, Rachel had marched her friend by the elbow from the office to the only store still open. A single rack of party dresses remained left in stock.
Overriding Alice’s claim that the only one left available in her size would make her look like a hooker, with a blunt, ‘For heaven’s sake Alice, you’re thirty-one, not sixty-one! You have a great body—time to show it off a bit.’ Rachel picked up the dress and pushed Alice towards the checkout.
Without being allowed to try the startling scarlet dress on, Alice had found herself with a posh carrier bag in her hand, the cautious owner of a garment that was fashioned from about as much material as an oversized T-shirt.
Now, with her eyes still closed, Alice smoothed the red fabric into place. It clung to her body sensually with a curious warmth that caressed her everywhere it touched. Conversely, it also made her feel very naked everywhere it didn’t touch.
Its thin shoulder straps were pointless. They certainly weren’t required to hold the dress up. It was far too tight-fitting for that. Alice’s cleavage, which had always been generous, felt oddly cold and incredibly visible, although the dress supported her bra-free breasts as if by magic.
The hemline only just reached the top of her thighs, and there was no way on earth she could wear either tights or stockings without them ruining the line of the dress, or being disturbingly, if not suggestively, obvious. Alice tried to close her mind to the fact that she had to go commando. She really didn’t want to think about that—yet her mind couldn’t stop thinking about it. She had never felt so unbelievably sexy in her life—and she hadn’t even seen herself in the mirror yet.
With a deep breath, trying to ignore the nerves of anxiety that swam in her stomach, Alice opened her eyes.
She gasped. That wasn’t really her—was it?
Her legs seemed longer and slimmer than she remembered. Although Alice had to admit that she didn’t actually look at them, or any part of her body, with any level of concentration unless she absolutely had to. Now she had no choice. She was all legs and bust.
Conscious of every inch of her body, Alice sucked her stomach in and gripped the hem of the dress, tugging it south. But the cost of covering an inch more leg was at the expense of exposing a greater depth of cleavage to the point where her nipples only just remained covered.
The thought that she was going out in public with the twin peril of either bending over and exposing her arse, or self-consciously fidgeting in her unaccustomed outfit and flashing her breasts to the world, filled Alice with an excitement and trepidation that prickled at her pussy, and made the skin of her neck behind her long chestnut hair dot with a perspiration which had nothing to do with being too hot. What are you thinking? You can’t go out like this! The voice of reason at the back of Alice’s head shouted at her reflection.
Alice glanced at her wristwatch. Rachel would arrive to collect her at any moment.
Briefly, she contemplated pretending that she was ill, or simply ignoring the ring of the doorbell when it came, but a new voice—a louder, more determined voice—began to sound in her mind. It was shouting at her. You look good. Sexy, even. Why not show those perfect people at work that you aren’t the boring plain old Alice they think you are? Why not do what Rachel says and show Gary what an idiot he was? Why not—just this once?
Alice had the strangest feeling her dress was talking to her.
Slipping the silver glitter-covered high heels she’d borrowed from Rachel onto her feet, Alice pushed her shoulders back and her chest out. Perhaps tonight she could get through the chuckled comments her work colleagues were bound to make about how they’d found the boss’s son last year, by pretending to be someone else entirely. Someone who always wore little red dresses…”
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If you want to find out what happened to Alice in her new red dress at her office Christmas party, then you can find the rest of that story- and 5 others, in my Christmas Kink anthology.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GI2DDQM jenny hendrix fucked by voodoo
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Kink-Five-Festive-Fantasies-ebook/dp/B00GI2DDQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383810527&sr=8-1&keywords=Christmas+kink+five+festive+fantasies
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Happy reading,
Kay xx
December 17, 2015
KJB’s Tip Time: Naughty and Nice
Pick two places in your house — such as your own bed and the guest bed, or the big chair in the living room and the fluffy rug on the floor — and designate one for “Naughty Sex” and one for “Nice Sex.”
In your “Naughty” bed, the two of you can get as down and dirty as you want. Maybe you need to tell your sexy man what a dirty bad boy he’s been and give him proper punishment. Or perhaps you’ve been wanting to touch your gorgeous girl in some less than lady-like places. This is the bed to do it in!
On the flip side, the “Nice” bed is for if you really want some cuddling and love during your canoodling. You’ll both see what fun it is and how different things may get depending on who initiates what in which bed!
Have a fun weekend! See you for more Tip Time fun next year!
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)
December 14, 2015
Guest Post by Marissa Farrar: The Dark Side of Romance
I’m delighted to have my friend, the massively talented Marissa Farrar, visiting my blog today, to tell us all about her dark side!
Over to you Marissa…
I’ve always been drawn to the darker side of life, which is probably why, when I first started writing, I chose to write horror. However, as my career has progressed, so has the amount of romance in my books, until eventually I had to admit what I didn’t want to initially, that I am a romance writer.
There, I’ve said it. My name is Marissa Farrar and I write romance.
But just because I write romance, doesn’t mean I’ve let go of the dark side either. I started off linking my horror writing with my romance by writing about vampires, and shifters, but more recently I’ve started to move into contemporary fiction.
I don’t believe romance has to be all flowers and hearts. It can be just as heart-thumping and nail-biting as a thriller, with lives threatened and even blood spilled. When I write, I want my readers to be on the edge of their seats one moment, and squirming on them the next.
Upon discovering the dark romance genre earlier this year, I found myself hooked, and knew I wanted to write one myself. As often happens with my books, a number of different ideas started to come to mind, until they joined together and created a story. I wanted to write a twist on a fairytale, and at a conference earlier this year, as a writing exercise, we were asked to think of a reason a king would never have let himself be seen by his subjects. This started to get my mind ticking, and then when I heard the song ‘Monster’ by Imagine Dragons (a favourite band of mine), everything fell into place.
The resulting book is ‘Defaced: A Dark Romance Novel’ and the first book in the ‘Monster Trilogy’.
Blurb
Monster
Hidden away from society by his criminal father, there lives a man who has never entered the outside world. Now, having taken over his father’s business, he has all the money and power he could dream of, yet still he refuses to let himself be viewed by the rest of society.
Lily
Traumatised by an event in her past, Lily Drayton has a phobia of being touched. Though she helps people externally with her skills as a laser therapist, she refuses to let anyone in, emotionally or physically. When Lily is kidnapped on the way home from work one evening, she discovers she’s not the only person who keeps themselves cut off from the rest of the world.
Defaced
A man owns her now—a man both dangerous and enigmatic. Drawn by his dual beauty and hidden pain, he awakens something inside her, something she believed was long dead. Brought to a room without windows, she’s given an impossible task: to make her owner acceptable to the outside world.
Can altering his face change who he is as a man, or is he truly a monster, both inside and out?
Buy Links:
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Excerpt:
Part of her wanted to test him. He’d kissed her; she could still feel the pressure of his mouth on hers, still had the taste of him on her tongue. The idea of him punishing her made her shiver, both with fear and longing. What would he do to her? How far would he take it?
“I heard people beyond the walls,” she admitted. “I wanted to know how to get out there.”
“Flower?” He growled his warning.
She held his gaze. “I only wanted to know.”
He looked over to Tudor. “Wait for me in my office.”
The older man nodded, and turned to leave.
He took her by the upper arm and gave her a small shove to get her moving, before frog-marching her down the hallway, back toward her room. This time she didn’t care that he was making her go back there. Her heart raced, but not because she was frightened of being locked up, or that he would hurt her. She’d sensed the relationship between them growing. Yes, he was dangerous—she didn’t doubt that for a moment—but he also hummed with the sort of sexual tension she’d never come across before. For years, she’d gone without any kind of sexual contact—or even contact in general. After what she’d been through as a young adult, she’d never met anyone who’d awakened that side of her. And yet Monster did. She couldn’t explain it. Just being near him excited her. When he touched her, her inner core tightened, her whole body vibrating with lust which coiled downward, condensing between her thighs.
Her breath came hard and he pushed her toward her bedroom door, and into her room. He slammed the door behind him with one hand, the other hand keeping a firm hold on her arm.
He pushed her back against the wall, pinning her against it.
His dark eyes bored into hers. “Why did you let me kiss you back there?”
She stared back. “Because you’re supposed to own me. Doesn’t that mean you can do what you want?”
“Yes, yes it does. But you’ve never been someone who didn’t put up a fight.”
“Is that what you want?” she challenged. “Would you prefer it if I fought you?”
Slowly, he shook his head. “Don’t do this, Flower. I’m already supposed to be punishing you for not doing what you were told.”
“So do it, then. What are you waiting for?”
“You’re supposed to hate being touched.”
“So?”
What are you doing? Her mind screamed at her. Why are you provoking him? Yet her whole body buzzed with excitement. She wanted to know what he’d do next.
“You don’t act like you hate it.”
“Maybe I just got good at pretending.”
He stared at her and she caught her breath.
Monster took a step toward her, closing the already small gap between them. His big body pressed against hers, and he reached up with the hand not holding her arm, and stroked her cheek, his finger slipping down, across her jaw bone, and down the side of her neck, pushing her hair away from her throat.
He leaned in even closer, his mouth against her ear. “Tell me you don’t like it when I touch you.”
His other hand released her arm and stroked down the side of her body, brushing her breast. She trembled in his grasp, her whole body vibrating. Even her breath shook as it left her lips, but she wanted this. Even if it made her crazy, she still wanted him.
His thumb brushed her nipple, and it crinkled hard in response. He paused, his hand moving to cup the heavy weight of her breast, and then his thumb and forefinger closed over the peak. The brush against her nipple turned into a pinch which sent shock waves of pain and pleasure through her body.
Lily let out a groan, her body sagging. She wanted to lean against him, to swallow the small amount of space which still remained between their bodies, but he held her away, her back pressed up against the wall behind.
“I know you like that,” he spoke against her ear, his breath hot on her lobe. His lips tickled the sensitive spot right behind her ear lobe, and then his tongue made contact with her skin, tracing a cool, wet trail down her throat.
Lily whimpered as the lick turned into a kiss, and the kiss turned into a gentle bite, nipping the skin of her throat between his teeth.
His hand left her breast and moved lower, down, across her stomach, and to the waistband of her pants.
He paused. “This is a punishment, remember? Tell me to stop.”
“No!” she gasped.
“Do it, Flower. Tell me to stop.”
She shook her head frantically. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Say it, or I will.”
Was this some kind of game he was playing? “Okay,” she relented, realizing it was the only way she’d get him to continue. “Stop! I want you to stop.”
“That’s more like it,” he growled, and he yanked at the waist band of the pants she wore, popping the buttons and ripping apart the zipper. And then his hand was plunging down, beneath the elastic of the simple cotton panties she wore, and down between her legs. His hand slipped across the top of her mound, his fingertips trailing through her tight curls. His index finger pressed between her folds, coaxing her open to him, and she stepped her legs apart, trying not to think about how wet she already was.
Roughly, he pushed a finger inside her, and her legs went weak. She pressed the back of her head against the wall, her eyes rolling. “Oh, God.”
“Tell me to stop,” he growled again.”
“Oh, stop, please Monster.
He pushed another finger inside her and she gave a cry. How had she gone so long without this kind of pleasure in her life?
The ball of his hand pressed against the bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and she ground against him, wanting to somehow dissolve into him, to clutch to him, hold him tight and never let go. She knew this was wrong—that wanting him like this was wrong—but she’d never met anyone like him before, and something about him spoke to her on every level.
His mouth left her neck and captured her lips, kissing her firmly and forcefully, as he continued to work his fingers inside her. He obviously wasn’t interested in hearing her tell him no anymore.
One hand still pinned her against the wall, while the other thrust deep inside her. She was trapped between his hard body and the hard wall, his mouth forcefully over hers, his fingers inside her. She felt utterly helpless, and completely bent to his will, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Her pleasure began to build, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring, ready to spring open and drown her in its waves. She rode the sensation, not wanting to lose it for a second, frightened it might somehow vanish. She knew she was going to orgasm—something she’d only ever done on her own for the past ten years—and while she wanted to reach that peak, the other part of her didn’t want to get there, knowing this bliss would end when she did.
But Monster was too talented with his touch. He curled his fingers inside her, and she could hold off no more. Lily cried out into his mouth as she came, the rolls of exquisite ecstasy battering her into complete submission.
Her fingers clutched at the sleeve of his shirt, as the final throes of her orgasm shuddered through her, trying to find something to steady herself on. Her whole body went weak, her mind still hazy from what had just happened.
Monster slipped his fingers from her body, and placed them to his lips. “Now I don’t have to imagine what you taste like,” he said, his dark features dangerous and hooded with lust. He parted his lips and slowly inserted his finger, coating his tongue with her cream. He removed his finger from his mouth and took a step back. The corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. “Now, I know.”
And with that, he turned from the room and left.
A second later, she heard the lock click into place.
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Marissa Farrar Bio
Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she’s been married for numerous years and has three young daughters, she’s conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.
The author of eighteen novels, she has been a full time author for the last five years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.
Her short stories have been accepted for a number of anthologies including, Their Dark Masters, Red Skies Press, Masters of Horror: Damned If You Don’t, Triskaideka Books; and 2013: The Aftermath, Pill Hill Press.
If you want to know more about Marissa, then please visit her website at www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com. You can also find her at her facebook page, www.facebook.com/marissa.farrar.author or follow her on twitter @marissafarrar.
She loves to hear from readers and can be emailed at marissafarrar@hotmail.co.uk.
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Many thanks Marissa. Happy Christmas!
Happy reading,
Kay x
December 10, 2015
KJB’s Tip Time: Booted
It might be considered a cliché – but boots, especially those that reach to the knee and beyond, are definitely sexy. They don’t even need to be high heeled- they just scream kink.
So why bother wearing them with anything else, and treat your lover to some booted and naked fun this weekend.
If you’re not quite brave enough to go the full naked, then wear a jacket as well. Fastening it loosely over your bare chest will increase your confidence, and add to the sexy image you are guaranteed to portray.
Enjoy your weekend,
Kay xx
(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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