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October 5, 2015
Release Blitz: Girls Will Be Girls by Lucy Felthouse
New Release – Girls Will Be Girls by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #lesfic #lesbian #erotica #ku #kindleunlimited
Blurb:
Six sexy Sapphic tales from the pen of popular lesbian erotica author, Lucy Felthouse.
Christmas cheer with colleagues, a driving disaster turned good, hot older women, girls in uniform, gorgeous gardeners and naughty fun in a changing cubicle… this collection contains a variety of erotic tales sure to tickle your fancy.
Available to buy exclusively from Amazon, and to read as part of the Kindle Unlimited programme: http://mybook.to/girlswillbegirls (universal Amazon link)
Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26218151-girls-will-be-girls
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Excerpt:
She was now mere inches away, but the thickness of the bushes meant she could still only see the boots and now a bit more of the green trousers. Stepping onto the mud, she crouched down beside the feet, carefully pushing the foliage aside so she could see what the hell was going on, and figure out what she was going to do about it.
The view opened up, and Verity, far from seeing a helpless person lying on the soil, was presented with a green-clad arse reversing hurriedly in her direction!
“Hey!” she said, letting go of the branches and shifting back so abruptly she ended up on her own arse on the grass. “Be careful! Are you all right?”
As the body continued emerging, Verity slowly came to realise her mistake. Dirt-covered trousers, a filthy black waterproof coat, gloved hands, and a head topped with a floppy hat were soon visible. Slim white cables trailing from each ear and disappearing into the collar of the coat explained why she hadn’t been heard calling out, or received a response.
This woman hadn’t hurt herself. She was a fucking gardener!
Frozen in her uncomfortable position, Verity wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Perhaps as revenge for her landing on it so hard. But she had no such luck. Instead, she heard, “What on earth are you doing down there? Are you all right?”
Struck dumb, Verity nodded and took the now glove-free hand that was offered to her, allowing the other woman to pull her up off the grass. “I—I’m fine,” she finally forced out, breaking the brief eye contact and making a show of brushing herself down, though it was probably only her bottom that was dirty. Her cheeks blazed, and she took a step back, hoping to beat a hasty retreat.
“Well, I’m glad. But it still doesn’t explain what you were doing down there.” The ear buds now hung down the woman’s front, and she was apparently poised, awaiting a reply.
Verity shook her head. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”
Narrowing her eyes, the gardener said, “Try me.”
Christ. Just to add insult to injury, it seemed she was now suspected of some kind of wrongdoing, too! “I—I was over there,” she pointed to where she’d come from, “and I saw your wellies poking out from the bushes. I panicked because I thought someone had fallen and hurt themselves. I came over to try and help. I did call out to you, to see if you were all right. But all I could see was the boots and a little bit of your trousers. I had no idea what was going on. Much less that you were the bloody gardener and remained oblivious to what I was up to because you had headphones in! I crouched down and pushed the bushes aside so I could see you better, and the next thing I know you’re shuffling back towards me. I shifted out of the way and ended up tumbling over on my bum.”
It seemed her story was too amusing to be anything but true, because the gardener grinned widely, then clapped a hand over her mouth momentarily. “I’m so sorry,” she then said, “I didn’t hear you, honestly. But I guess I can see why you thought that. Thank you so much for coming to check on me, but it really wasn’t necessary. All I was doing was fighting with a particularly vicious weed.” She pointed down to an uprooted plant at her feet, then widened her eyes. “Are you all right? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
Twisting to try and look at her bottom, Verity brushed again at the seat of her jeans. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit of muck and grass stains, I think. Nothing that won’t come out in the washing machine.”
“Oh, good. I’m glad. I feel bad enough as it is without thinking you’ve hurt yourself or ruined your clothes, too.”
“No, I’m good. And I’m glad you’re okay, too.”
Silence hung between them for a few moments. Then Verity took another step back. “Right, well, I’d better get going, anyway. Nice to meet you.” She turned to go, but the other woman’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Hey, wait. No need to rush off. I’m just about to go on my tea break. Want to join me? Perhaps a brew will make up for it?” Her green eyes—apt, for a gardener, Verity thought—sparkled with humour and intelligence, and for the first time, Verity realised that, underneath the grubby gardening gear and large hat was a very attractive woman.
Still, an excuse was on the tip of her tongue—she had come here to be alone, after all—but fate intervened. Or the British weather did, anyway. A handful of fat raindrops fell onto her, followed by a few more. Then, the heavens truly opened.
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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 100 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
October 3, 2015
Indulging in A Sticky Situation
My novella A Sticky Situation is an erotic romance with a decidedly tasty edge…
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…
After the arrival of new boy, Cameron James, to Zelcon Pharmaceuticals, Sally takes and instant dislike to him- a dislike that is tainted further with distrust when she learns that he is to be her new boss. Cameron however, has serious sexual fantasy issues about his new assistant- but he just can’t see how someone so clumsy can be as good at her job as everyone says she is…
Not only was this my first proper erotic romance (no whips or chains!!!), but A Sticky Situation was my first foray into the word of food (and indeed drink) sex- and it was terrific fun to do!
Initially inspired by spilling my breakfast of marmalade on toast down my front in full view of an entire cafe full of people, I began to wonder how I could work my own regular foodie clumsiness into a sexy love story, and which foods I could play with!
I toyed with the idea of a variety of fruit juices running over naked bodies; ice cream deserts being smeared into interesting places, and even selectively dotted spots of marmite- however, on this occasion, these foodstuffs didn’t make the grade! Avoiding my usual BDSM moments in the interests of a softer romance, I nonetheless stayed faithful to my kinky story style with the help of champagne, ice, and even a vast helping of Chinese noodles…
…Resting Sally’s juddering frame against the bed, Cameron’s eyes fell on the carton of noodles. Taking up a single strand of the cold sticky string, he held it between finger and thumb, bringing the end against Sally’s hypersensitive nipples. It was high time he lived out one of the fantasies she had inspired…
Her eyes flew open as the tacky pasta began to circle her right tit, reminding Sally of the snake hidden away on his backside. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she watched, mesmerised, as the elongated noodle began to hide her boob.
Picking up another noodle with quiet reverence, Cameron said, ‘I was going to tell you about my fantasy…’
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Buy Links-
Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/Sticky…/dp/B00L4N4JZE/ref=sr_1_13…
Amazon UK
Happy reading,
Kay xxxx
October 1, 2015
KJB’s Tip Time: Sweet Tooth
This weekend, why not visit the local sweetshop and treat your partner to a packet of sherbet.
Whether sprinkled over her breasts, his torso, or between her legs, the tingling sensation as the dusty substance is sprinkled over the skin is good in itself, but the experience improves ten-fold the moment you begin to lap the flavoured sugars off your lover’s skin with your tongue.
Then of course, you have the added bonus of showering and bathing each other very thoroughly to remove those last few ‘sticky’ patches, thus prolonging the fun…
Enjoy your weekend.
Kay x
(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Make sure you wash all sherbet off carefully- you don’t want it lodged anywhere!! 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)
September 28, 2015
Guest Post from Alaina Drake: Erotic Romance: My Journey From Reader to Writer
I am delighted to be bringing you a brand new voice to the erotica world today. Alaina Drake comes to the writing world with an attitude that makes me shout ‘Yippee!’
Over to you Alaina..
Erotic Romance: My Journey From Reader to Writer
After I finished reading the latest craze in erotic romance one night, I slapped the book closed and slammed it on the bedside table. It went in the “don’t bother to read again” pile, a tall stack given I’ve read over five hundred erotic novels in the last few years. I stomped over to my husband, and with hands on my hips, I declared, “That’s it. I’m done!”
An amused smile spread across his face—he knew I was talking about my nightly reading. You see, I’d been telling him for months that I was getting tired of the waify virgins who saved the troubled, scarred heroes. I was tired of the random car crashes, the young women being stalked by the mafia for a silly reason, and the uber-possessive, crass men who the women inexplicably chose to “save” them. I was exhausted by the unfresh language, the inability to experiment and play with words to create the most compelling descriptions.
Then he pulled me onto his lap. “Why don’t you write what you wish you were reading?”
To that, I had no answer. Why didn’t I? I was a former English professor turned stay-at-home mom, so I was familiar with literature and the art of story-telling. But, I was constantly busy juggling all my responsibilities, and I didn’t really feel like I had a story to tell. Yet, I found myself exhausted by the ones that were already told.
I shrugged and went to bed, giving very little thought to writing my own. Weeks later, I was rocking my sick toddler, and somewhere between lucidity and sleep, my brain downloaded the first chapter of what would end up being Forbidden Touch.
I called my husband at work to tell him he was taking our daughter on a date night that night because “mommy had to write.” There was this compulsion in me I’d never experienced before to tell the story of Beckett and Hannah, a story I hadn’t even realized my brain was working on.
That night, I wrote nearly five thousand words, and from that moment I was hooked. But I was adamant that the story I was going to tell would be different.
First of all, the characters would be divergent. The woman would be uninterested in commitment, confident, sometimes the aggressor. She wouldn’t be led around by her lust. She wouldn’t in her most lucid moments promise herself she wouldn’t go back to the controlling, frustrating hero only to do so in the next chapter at the first sight of his amazing washboard abs.
And my hero would be…gasp…nice! He’d be gracious, attentive, giving…oh, and he could also be smokin’ hot. He wouldn’t be troubled by his past, and my couple wouldn’t be playing the “I have more scars than you” game. In short, I wanted my characters to break the tropes I was sick of reading.
I also wanted my narrative to be different. I wanted to add a different voice to the genre of erotic romance. I wanted to bridge the gap between the cynics who called erotic romance nothing but “mommy porn” and the scholarly, literary roots of my past.
Was there a market for that? I didn’t know, but I really didn’t care.
Every night, after putting our daughter to sleep, I’d creep down to my desk to write. I pulled themes from some of my favorite literary works, Flaubert’s Madame Bovary and Milton’s Paradise Lost. I wove them into the love story of Hannah and Beckett so that next to steamy, erotic bedroom scenes are the more reflective, even philosophical, scenes where the characters learn about the deconstructed relationship between love, lust, and intimacy.
I still remember to this day finishing my first draft of Forbidden Touch and hiring a professional freelance editor to look it over, a decision I will never regret. I wanted to know if what I was writing was even worth querying. (Isn’t it funny how self-conscious we writers are?) I knew I had my answer when one of her comments in the margins was, “Wow! You actually have some symbolism here!”
Why wouldn’t I? I thought to myself, and then I realized that much of what I’d read lately was sadly void of them.
But my story doesn’t end there. I queried some of my favorite presses. Some of them responded. Some didn’t. Some deemed it too literary. Too scholarly, and maybe it is for some readers. But since I believed in the story I was telling and the voice I wanted to use, I stayed the course. Then there were some, like Accent Press, who jumped quickly, untroubled by the literary bent that informs my themes.
“Are you at all worried that I will have to revise out the literature aspect?” I remember asking my soon-to-be editor before I signed. I had heard from some of my writer friends that sometimes presses will accept a manuscript only to require substantial changes after a contract was signed. So, I was worried that maybe in editing I would be encouraged to get rid of the meta-narrative and literature parallels and “get to the sex.”
I distinctly remember the weight lifting off my shoulders as my now-editor responded that she loved the literature aspect—that the literature was one reason why she wanted it. I’m sure a more genuine smile had never crossed my face than at that moment. I was relieved: someone understood what I was trying to do. She understood that there was more to erotic romances than ripping panties and sculpted pecs.
And I truly believe that if erotic romance is ever to be taken seriously, if it is ever going to be labeled anything else other than “mommy porn” or “smut,” if it is ever going to be considered “good writing,” the familiar, tired tropes must give way to fully-developed plots and thematic choices that question, challenge, and confront rather than simply entice.
Don’t get me wrong—that doesn’t mean that they can’t be hot. I love reading a smoking sex scene as much as anyone (you know, the ones that are so hot it makes you wake up your husband). But that can’t be all the novel is. The novel has to engage the mind too; after all, the brain is the biggest sex organ in the body. (Need proof? Please tell me I’m not the only one who makes up stories between the sheets).
Women’s fiction was marginalized even before the days of Jane Austen, who was criticized for writing only about women’s topics like parlors and love (like men never fall in love!). Now, though, she is canonized; in fact, in graduate school, I took an entire class that focused only on her writing. And given that postmodernism is allowing scholars to question and reinvent the traditional literary cannon, I hope that modern-day romances will be included.
I hope that a new wave of erotic romance can add new voices to a saturated market.
I hope that my voice is one of them to join that wave.
But no matter what, I will always return to my first love: I’ll always be a reader first. I will always read through the dozens of novels that make me slam the book closed in frustration just so I can get to the one that makes me want to run downstairs in the middle of the night and pen something just as powerful.
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Blurb for Forbidden Love
Hannah Black saunters into the bar in her four-inch stilettos, intent on breaking her recent streak of bad dates and even worse sex. What she finds instead is sizzling hot doctor Beckett Stanton – but she doesn’t realize that he is the last man she should have chosen for her one night fling. While their views of sex and love polarize them, the attraction between them doesn’t allow either to turn away. The two play a dangerous game that tests both of their resolves, and when Hannah is given the chance to satisfy her needs, she is forced to make a decision – because the man with whom she wanted a no-strings-attached fling tugs at her heart in ways she never anticipated.
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Mini Extract
…I walked into Beckett’s bedroom with the toys in my right hand. Beckett was lying in the middle of the bed with his arms folded behind his head and his feet crossed at the ankles. While I was in the bathroom, he had cracked the window open, allowing a crisp breeze to meander through the room. The nearly sheer curtains billowed gently every once in a while, signaling another draft that pebbled my nipples. The lit candle on the armoire next to the window filled the room with pumpkin spice and fall leaves.
When he saw I was completely naked, his gaze that ran up my body turned serious. Lines appeared on his forehead, and his lips turn rigid. Sitting up and holding out his hand, he commanded, “Come here.”
I shivered though my skin was overheated. Right knee, then left, I climbed onto the bed where he pulled me on top of him so I could feel his steel cock beneath his cotton pants. His hands bracketed my head as he pulled my lips to his. His long, fervent kiss ignited me. My hips rolled against his cock with a mind of their own, my clit seeking pressure and friction. He yanked his lips away and with an intense stare said, “Show me. Show me what you do under the covers when you think of me. Do you come more than once?”…
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Buy links:
Here is a link to Amazon where the book can be purchased:
In the US:
In the UK:
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Alaina Drake discovered her love of writing in the fourth grade when she won her first young author writing contest. After attaining a bachelor’s and master’s degree in English Literature, she set out to write novels that combine her two loves: erotic romance and classical literature. She has taught literature and writing at both the high school and college levels, and when she’s not writing, you’ll find her watching sports, baking cookies, and, of course, reading way past midnight. She is an avid rock climber and former ballerina, and she finds a lot of connection between the two activities despite their obvious differences. She lives in Omaha, Nebraska with her husband and daughter. She loves to interact with her fans on Twitter, Facebook, and on her website where she blogs about writing, reading, and the everyday joys of motherhood.
Blog- www.alainadrake.com
Twitter: @alaina_drake
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Alaina-Drake-961360597218796/timeline/
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Thank you ever so much Alaina- that was a brilliant blog. Even though you are many miles away over the ‘Pond’, you may be able to hear me cheering. Not so long ago I was informed by a mainstream UK publisher, that I’d never have any success with my erotica because I wrote too well- I was too literary, and wrote as though everyone in the world was intelligent! How insulting is that- not just to me, but the entire population!! With attitudes like that in high places, erotica as a genre has a fight on its hands.
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
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September 26, 2015
13 Fantasies: One Novel
Way back in 2007, when I wrote a two part story called Fantasy 13, I had no idea I was creating the basis to The Voyeur– which has been book of the month on Erotica For All this September!
These original full-on BDSM parallel adventure short stories, both set in the ‘Discreet’ S&M club, were subtitled Clara’s Story and Anna’s Story.
As anyone who has read my work will know, I love writing BDSM stories, and for some time prior to penning the mini- series Fantasy 13, I’d toyed with the idea of setting a piece within a specialist club, which I’d decided to paradoxically entitle, Discreet! The only thing holding me back was that I was at a loss for an original story angle.
About the same time, I was sat in a café (as ever!), covertly people watching. A woman about my age was frantically scribbling down a list. I assumed it was a shopping list; but then I began to wonder- what if it wasn’t? What if it was something more interesting? Maybe it was a list of all the things she wished her husband, lover or girlfriend would do to, or with, her?
There was no stopping my imagination once I’d had that thought. Within the hour I had created Mark, a business man who kept a secret notebook in which to compile all his darkest desires. He doesn’t necessarily want to take part in any of these fantasies- he just wants to see them take place in front of him. The ultimate voyeur!
So, you could say that The Voyeur was originally a mixture of ideas gleaned from my long standing desire to write a story set in a sex club, and observing a woman jot down a shopping list in a café!!
Of course, once Mark existed in my imagination, I needed to create some willing assistants to make his dreams come true- and so PA Anya (originally Anna), and Housekeeper Clara, were born! Two professional, intelligent women, who think they know exactly what they are letting themselves in for- but do they?
BLURB-
Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into 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 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 the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only 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’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…
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If you fancy finding out how Anya and Clara came to work for Mark, how they cope with torture via erotica- and a huge number of other body wracking challenges – before the reasons for Mark’s sometimes cruel, sometimes caring, behaviour are finally discovered, you can buy The Voyeur from all good paperback and e-retailers, including-
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Happy reading,
Kay xxx
September 24, 2015
KJB’s Tip Time: Hot and Cold
You only have to read the wonderful stories available in the erotica world to know how popular the use of hot and cold treatment is in erotic fiction- but how many of you have tried it in real life?
One of the simplest ways to experiment with the extremes of temperature is to soak a face cloth in very warm water (not boiling), and place it on your lovers skin. Then, just as they’ve got over the shock of the sudden heat, replace it with a trickle of cold water from a jug, or rub an ice cube over the previously hot area.
Alternating between 2 temperatures on the breasts, stomach, backside, can produce some very interesting results, and intoxicating feelings within the body.
The experience can be made sexier still, and the sensations enhanced, if the recipient of this hot and cold treatment is unaware of where, when, and in what order, the warm cloths and ice cubes are coming, so why not get out that blindfold…
If you want to read some far more advanced fantasy cold play, then check out The New Room, the novella length finale that follows The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!
Have a great weekend.
Enjoy your 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)
September 22, 2015
Release Blitz from Victoria Blisse: Sexy Vampires Revamped!
Sexy Vampires Revamped!
For the month of September Victoria Blisse is the Special Feature Author at Totally Bound. She has recently revamped all three of her Point Vamp books and the next in the series will be out on the 22nd September.
To celebrate these new editions, all the books have sexy new covers and each book has its own special offer. Until the 30th September you can pick up The Point, the first book of the Point Vamp series completely free of charge from Totally Bound.
Series Blurb:
What is The Point? It is the hottest club in town for both Vampires and humans alike. It has a large dance floor and a bar like any other club but once you disappear behind the VIP only door you find out what makes The Point so unique. Sex, blood and lust all behind closed doors and only accessed by the chosen ones.
Now, you become a chosen one and get to see the sexy world behind that door.
Welcome to The Point.
The Point Blurb:
Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?
Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.
Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.
How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of blood shed.
Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been published under the same title by Totally Bound. It has been expanded, revised and re-edited for re-release.
General Release Date: 1st September 2015
Excerpt: (HOT!!!)
She gasped. His lips were as icy as his hands, and they were demanding. They undulated and coaxed the kiss from her lips. Her mind spun as her body reacted. She ran her hands ran up and down the front of his body. They skimmed under the heavy material of his jacket then traced his hard torso through the silken material of his shirt.
He pulled away suddenly. She almost fell, but he kept her steady, his hands braced around her waist.
“Now, you need fastening.” He seemed shaken up too. He spoke quickly and his hands shook at her waist as he slipped behind her, sliding his hands around her to keep her steadied.
“Yes, fastening, yes,” she said. She made no sense and realised it, but she could still feel the pressure of his lips against hers and her fingertips tingled. She was completely undone, and she didn’t mean just the corset.
“You should feel a gentle constriction, Elizabeth. If it feels too tight, please tell me.”
She might have been mistaken, but she was sure Hugh’s hands shook as they tweaked and twiddled laces.
The two sides gradually started to shift farther around, and Elizabeth started to feel the constriction. As he pulled tighter, Hugh got closer until he stood behind her with his trouser front pressed into the flesh of her buttocks. She felt him through the thick material of his pants. He was hard, really hard. She pushed back her hips and was rewarded with a strangled, gasping groan. Now, she was sure of it. He was as aroused as she was.
“Right,” he said. His hands rested on her hips. “I think you’re secure now. Stand up straight against me so I can check.” She pushed up and wobbled a little, but Hugh’s hands stopped her from tumbling over. “How does that feel?”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Not too tight.”
He ran his hands around her waist, until his hands cupped her breasts through the material.
“Nothing bites or digs in?” His chin rested on her shoulder, and she knew he was looking down into her impressive cleavage.
“No,” she said. Then he pressed his lips to her neck, and she moaned as her leg nearly buckled under her. “It feels remarkably good.”
“That’s good,” he whispered. His lips leant on her flesh as if he were undecided what to do next. “It feels good.” He ran his fingers down her sides and to the very edge of the corset and traced along the border between skin and clothing. She shivered as his touch slipped lower and wondered what he was doing. She wanted to move his hand away, not because she wasn’t enjoying it but because she was afraid that he would be turned off by what he felt. She did nothing to stop him though. She was hypnotised by the gentle kisses on one spot of her exposed neck, and she let him run his fingers over her freely. He explored her hip and thigh. Smoothly, he moved inward, and she knew her flesh was slick as she was aroused to a level she had not experienced before.
He stroked down first. She was disappointed until the upsweep carried his fingers to the very edge of her pussy and his fingers curled and teased her pubic hairs.
Delicately, he pressed in, felt her swollen lips and insinuated his finger between them.
She couldn’t think. She knew that something about this was wrong, very wrong, and she shouldn’t be letting it happen, but as Hugh ran his fingertip over her clit, she forgot everything but the pleasure radiating up through her body. He played her like a professional. He knew just where to touch and how hard. He dipped his finger inside her, scooped up more of her fresh juice and trailed it back up to her clit to aid his exploration. As he rubbed, she moaned, blown away by the eroticism. Her body zinged with sexual pleasure in a way she had never dreamed existed. He was so in tune with what she needed that, within a matter of moments, she was quivering and panting. She was on the brink of the most outstanding orgasm of her life when she wobbled and put down her right foot. The pain exploded, and she yelped…
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Pick up your free copy of The Point at Totally Bound now!
Bio:
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author.
She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk for more details.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse
Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse
Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk
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Thanks ever so much for sharing your new release with us today Victoria. The Point series looks amazing. Nothing like a bit of vampire action!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay x
September 17, 2015
KJB’s Tip Time: Unbuttoning
One of the sexiest words in the English language has to be “Unbuttoning”.
This weekend why not hunt down your most buttoned garment, maybe a shirt or a dress, and put it on with nothing underneath. Then tell your partner that they will be rewarded each time they please you with the undoing of a single fastening, and the gradual revelation of your body.
You could make it into a game, – perhaps a button will be undone if your lover manages not to utter a sound as you undress them. Maybe a button will be un-popped if they can stay statue still as you kiss them from head to toe. ..
The rules are yours for the making (and breaking). See how long it takes for all of your buttons to become undone, and your partner gets rewarded with your beautiful nakedness…
No buttoned garments? Then how about inching down that long zipper, or gradually un-popping those poppers…
Enjoy your 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)
September 16, 2015
Guest Post from H K Carlton: Jack and the Jean Stock – A Naughty Fairy Tale
I’m delighted to welcome back a great writer to my blog today, it’s the lovely H K Carlton. Not only has she written a great new story, but she is playing fast and loose with one of the world’s favourite fairy tales…M/M style…
Hello Kay. Thank you so much for having me back. I’m really excited to share this new book with readers. It’s something a bit different for me. A Naughty Fair Tale and m/m to boot. I’ve attempted short m/m stories before but never anything of this stature.
I had a lot of fun writing this new and naughty version of Jack.
If you’re familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories’ memorable features—though I don’t want to give too much of my rendition of the story away—I did manage to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you’d expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation.
You wouldn’t think there’d be a lot of research involved when twisting up a tale we’ve heard retold since childhood; but I still did my fair share.
Here are some quick Jack Facts included in this retelling:
Normally, an author needs to select a unique name for their characters but since this is a twist up on the old classic, of course Jack was already a given. So I chose to give Jack the surname of Castor after the castor bean. (See what I did there?) LOL (eye rolling, optional)
I also incorporated several names of supporting characters into the story who were either purported to have written, re-written or featured similar stories of Jack and the Beanstalk or Jack and the Giant Killer (my own little nod to the stories and ideas of the authors who’s original work I added to)
Such as, Sergeant Rick Tabart – A hunky cop and ex-lover of Jack’s is partially named after the Benjamin Tabart who is documented to have offered the first print version of Jack and the Beanstalk in 1807
Mr. Jacobs – a close neighbour of Jack’s, is named after Joseph Jacobs, whose version of Jack and the Beanstalk is the one most readers are familiar with. (English Fairy Tales, 1890) Later, Joseph Jacobs also put his own spin on a rendition of Jack and the Giant Killer
I chose Gigandet – pronounced Gid—Jan—Dette – as the surname for our giants. A little play on the word gigantic
In the story there are numerous references to size. Along with mentions of well-known giants or people — real or imagined — who are known for their immense stature. Including some biblical, Viking and mythological
One other interesting fact — Most fairy tales have some form of magic element or paranormal aspect; my version of Jack is completely contemporary and I think, absolutely plausible
I hope readers will enjoy my take on Jack and have a lot of fun picking out the similarities to the original story as well as many other subtle references to famous people or familiar stories. I had such a good time writing his story and can’t wait to share it.
Naughty Fairy Tales- Bedtime stories for grown ups…
Jack and the Jean Stock
Blurb:
Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.
Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.
The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them.
While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find.
Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?
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Check out this fabulous 5 Star Review from Tracy on Goodreads
Excerpt: 18+ m/m
The big man lay there, still as death.
“Oh bloody hell!” Jack rushed to his side. Kneeling, he took his pulse. It beat reassuringly.
He was afraid to turn him over just in case he injured him more. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to get him to the house by himself.
Jack pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when Titan groaned and rolled over onto his back. To Jack’s surprise, he smiled up at him and chuckled. In his half-drunken state, his eyes were half-mast and dreamy. And once again, it hit Jack square in the gut how handsome the man was, even if he was the world’s largest prick.
“Well, come on, Englishman, help me.” He reached up.
After a moment of hesitation, Jack took his giant hand, and after planting his feet, he braced to heave the massive man back up onto his enormous feet.
But as Titan began to sit up, the easy-going expression on his face changed and too late Jack realized he was going down.
Titan might have his size going for him, but Jack knew how to fight. It was one of the good things that had come out of his on-again off-again relationship with Sergeant Tabart. Grappling with Deputy Dimples was one of his favorite workouts.
But with the element of surprise, Titan clipped him on the jaw before he could even get his bearings, rattling his thoughts.
Titan tried to straddle his prone body, taking the dominant position, but his intoxication worked in Jack’s favor.
“You fucking bastard!” Titan roared, about to drop another fist, but Jack took evasive action and craned his neck to the side while twisting his body beneath the behemoth on top of him. Slightly off balance, Titan swayed, his knee leaving solid ground by Jack’s hip. Jack seized the opportunity and bucked the bigger man, not off— he would be so lucky, but it was enough to change the trajectory of his fist. His clenched hand landed with a thud in the grass near Jack’s chin.
“You sneaky fuck, I hate you!”
That pissed him off. Jack punched the inside of Titan’s bent elbow, knocking the joint out. The big man fell forward and Jack tried to dislodge him.
They rolled and somehow Jack ended up on top. “You’ve no right to hate me,” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to you. ‘Til now!” Looking for a little payback, Jack punched his nice strong chin.
“Umpf!”
The next thing Jack knew, they were rolling around the front yard like a couple of twelve-year-olds fighting over all the marbles.
“You took my fucking life!” Titan landed another stinging blow, this time catching Jack’s cheekbone.
“You’re insane!” Keeping up the tit for tat, Jack nailed Titan’s chiseled cheek.
“That should have been my job. My inheritance. My dad!”
“He was your dad, you freaking moron. That’s something I could never take away from you. He loved you.” Jack got the upper hand and looked down at him. “He was proud of you. Don’t ask me why. You were a lousy son. You’re the one that fucked up by staying away! You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that.” Jack punched him again. “Not even me!”
Titan growled like a rabid animal; his strength surged. Another tumble and Jack was on the bottom again. He braced himself for the onslaught to come. Luckily the ginormous man was half tired out from wrestling. Jack struggled, trying to capture his wrists and control him and the situation before he did him some real harm.
It only seemed to piss him off all the more. His nostrils flared. He gritted his straight white teeth. He continued to snarl obscenities and blame Jack for everything wrong with his life. He lowered his center of gravity as they continued to grapple. Practically face to face now, Jack cringed, afraid Titan might resort to using those sharp looking chompers since he was unable to inflict pain any other way.
He howled and dropped his cheek to Jack’s. Mortified, Jack squirmed, turning his head from side to side in an attempt to get away from the angry man. Their noses hit. Whiskers chaffed.
Out of nowhere, Titan inhaled abruptly, then his full lips grazed Jack’s. By accident of course but it was enough to peak Jack’s interest. What would he do to him if he realized Jack was aroused?
Titan continued to twist his head back and forth, as if using his forehead to hold Jack down. But with every pass he managed to swipe across Jack’s mouth.
One minute they were brawling and the next Titan captured his lips in the angriest adversarial but amazingly stirring kiss he’d ever experienced.
What the hell? He soon realized he wasn’t the only one stimulated.
Between open-mouthed kisses, his tirade turned into murmurs of need. Titan reached out with his tongue and the light taste of whiskey that lingered acted like its own intoxicant, making Jack dizzy and weak.
Angry adrenaline turned to forbidden desire in an instant. Bodies straining to get closer. Even with the vast difference in their height, Titan contorted his frame so he could rub his impressive erection alongside Jack’s.
Jack snaked his arms around him and encircled his athletic ass with greedy hands. Squeezing his firm glutes, he pulled Titan more firmly against him while working his hips.
Panting, Titan raised his dark head. “Let’s go inside.” The new raspiness in his voice sent another jolt straight to Jack’s aching cock.
Titan rolled off him. Then he waited for Jack to gain his feet before reaching out for help. This time, Jack hesitated. Fool me once…
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Author Bio:
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.
H~K
I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride. Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
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Thank you again for hosting today, Kay. Mmmwah!
Wishing you all a Happily Ever After…
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Many thanks for such a great blog!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
September 15, 2015
Interview with Richard Burns: From Federal Agent to Erotica Writer
Today I am featuring an interview with erotica writer Richard Burns. I can’t claim that I wrote the questions however, for this excellent interview however, as it was conducted on my behalf by fellow writer and friend, Helena Fairfax. Thanks Helena!
So let me introduce you to Richard Burns…
Where do you live?
I live in Detroit, Michigan. I was transferred up here from Chicago when I was a Federal Agent. When I got up here, I fell in love with Michigan and managed to drag my wife up here as well. She too loves Michigan, but not as much as our original home in Chicago. Now that we have Grandchildren in both states, our intention is to retire in St. Joseph, Michigan, just a few hour’s drive from both Chicago and Detroit.
However, I will say this about Detroit; It provides me with a GREAT Landscape for future writing material. I have a number of books in mind.
Where is your favourite place in the world?
I’m kind of partial to some areas I saw in the Canadian Rockies, in Alberta. I was a Paratrooper in the Army, I spent some time with the Canadian Airborne Regiment, once upon a time, with Commando 1, the French Canadian Commando Company. That was some very rugged terrain.
Looking back on it now, I’m thinking I would like to face it as a Civilian, with my nose pressed to the glass sipping Hot Chocolate, looking at the snow fall out the window. God knows! It sure was mighty cold!!!
What’s my favourite season? Winter. Why? Probably just because most of my happiest memories from childhood took place during winter. Of course, in Chicago, winter is nine months out of the year. No, seriously, it’s nowhere near that bad. I was just playing into the stereotype.
Being a writer is a great job. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?
Yes, you’re right. Being a writer is a GREAT job! But!!! It’s a tough one. The amount of creativity it requires is just staggering! I’m always struggling, trying to find a decent ending. If I held off, until I found the “perfect” ending, I’d never get anything published.
Sometimes, depending on the story, I already have an ending in mind. But like the one I’m working on right now, I’m stuck.
And to be really honest, I never even dreamed of becoming a writer. I just sort of fell into it.
The best job? Probably the one I had the most natural talent for. I joined the Army and volunteered to be a Paratrooper when I was just 17 years old. Back then, my base pay was just $387 a month. Paratroopers earned an extra $55 a month for hazardous duty pay, a 15% increase! So I could say it was strictly for financial reasons, but the truth is: It was really all for the adventure!
And I got plenty of it, too! I became an Infantry Sergeant and a sniper. Later I volunteered and went to Special Forces where I became a Military Intelligence Operator.
I would go home on leave sometimes, run into old friends, “Hey long time no see. What are you doing now?”
“Oh, I make widgets.” Or, “I make cardboard boxes,” etc.
“What about you? What do you do?”
I made history.
What book do you wish you’d written?
“To the Last Cartridge,” this is a collection of stories from Military history of some of the most gallant fights in history. Sadly, most of them don’t have happy ending.
But such is life.
What’s your favourite song?
Bony James & Rick Braun, “Grazing in the Grass”
Walk the Moon, “Shut up and Dance.”
Dave Koz, “The Dance.”
Candy Dulfer, “When Lily was Here.”
Kelly Sweet, “Raincoat.”
For those familiar with those tunes, you’ll know that I am a hardcore, unrepentant, unapologetic Jazz fanatic!
If you could meet anyone in the world, dead or alive, who would it be and what would you say to them?
Probably Ronald Reagan or Margaret Thatcher! I always admired their strength, and I now believe that the two of them had a very symbiotic relationship, in that they needed each other’s near continuous support. And those were great days of great strength of the US and the UK.
I believe that everybody was proud to be a American and an Englishman! As well they should be! But now we have a weak knee’d president with no spine who will draw “red lines” and continuously move them back. Who’s first act as president is to fly about the world bowing to despots and third world tin-horn dictators and apologize for his country!!!??? People who are proud of their country don’t apologize for it.
Are we perfect? Of course not! We’re human, and therefore by definition, im-perfect. Friends and allies realize this and wouldn’t feel the need to ask for one
What’s your happiest childhood memory?
I think like most boys who grew up in the Midwest United States, it’s probably camping as a young boy scout, in the woods of Wisconsin.
Perhaps sledding in the park where I grew up in the Chicago area, followed by snow ball fights, and mugs of hot apple cider! Yeah, probably the latter. After all, now looking back to those winter campouts, I probably spent most of the time huddled around the fire!
If you had to marry a fictional character, from film, television, or books, who would it be?
I like strong women, not one for shrinking violets, just off the top of my head, I like Samantha Mathis’s character in the movie “Broken Arrow,” She was just a Park Ranger who unwillingly gets caught up in a in a major conspiracy of Nuclear Blackmail of the United States.
In addition to Samantha Mathis, the movie stars; Christian Slater and John Travolta.
What’s the most important lesson life has taught you?
This one right here: When you are old and lying in your death bed, and you have just moments left to live, you will not regret ANY of the things you did!!! You will ONLY regret the things you did NOT do.
So die with no regrets! If you want to try something, do something, be something, DO IT! Don’t let your friends talk you out of it, because they will try, and try hard! Do it, and don’t hold back and certainly don’t look back!
And finally, please tell us about your latest book, where we can find it, and where we can find your blog/website!
Well, my latest book was part two of a trilogy.
“Into Darkness, Eternal”
“Into Darkness Again” (Just Launched)
“Into Darkness Once More” (Launches this year)While my first novel was a fictionalized account of my 2009 tour of duty with the 7th Special Forces Group (Airborne), in the Combined Joint Special Operations Task Force – Afghanistan (CJSOTF-A), as Military Intelligence Operator on the ground. This is titled, “Say Goodnight,” and is a very exciting tale that I wrote while in country, contemporaneous to the events. So the three cited above are my first venture into the realm of Science Fiction, but I’m told I haven’t done too badly and that they are very exciting as well.
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If you’d like to buy some of Richard’s work, here are a few handy links-
Say Goodnight– http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615726202
Sweet Chocolate’s First Taste– http://museithotpublishing.com/index.php/now-available-in-ebook/sweet-chocolate-s-first-taste-detail
The Into Darkness series –http://museithotpublishing.com/index.php/new-releases/series/into-darkness-2c-eternal-detail
Many thanks Richard and Helena. What a great interview!
Good luck with your new release Richard.
Happy reading everyone,
Kay x
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