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August 30, 2015

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 8: Ruby Madsen

It’s Week 2 of my Two Weeks of Tasty Taster’s series! An annual dip into the erotica archive of some of my favourite erotica authors. Today it’s the turn of my wonderful fellow Brit Babe, Ruby Madsen, aka, Lexie Bay, who is sharing a morsel from her short story “Eat Me” from “More Smut for Chocoholics”


What better for a Monday morning than to kick start the week with some chocolate?


Over to you Ruby…


Blurb for the Book


More Smut for Chocoholics is all about over-indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors… Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. More Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Tilly Hunter, Victoria Blisse, Aurelia T Evans, Lucy Felthouse, Ruby Madsen, Jacqueline Brocker, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk, Jillian Boyd, Nicole Gestalt, Slave Nano, Annabeth Leong and Anna Sky.


More Smut For Chocoholics


Blurb for the Story


Chocolates, cocoa coloured underwear, restraints and the heady scent of sex. When Dan brings home a treat, things get messy in and out of the bedroom…


 


Excerpt


He places the box in front of me and gestures for me to open it. I sit forward so that he can appreciate my legs and cleavage as I do so, then I pull the box towards me and slowly open the lid. I gasp. Inside is a huge piece of chocolate cake. Not just any chocolate cake though, this cake is legendary. I have wanted to taste this cake since I was a child. I remember telling him about it when we first got together and it makes my heart burst that he remembered.


“How did you get this?” I ask. “You can only get this in America!”


“For you baby I can do anything.”


I look up at him, my eyes shining and see that he is hard again. He’s hard because he bought me cake. I’m confused but I like it. I dip my finger into the soft fudge topping drawing it through it until my finger is coated. I lift it to my lips and with my eyes fixed on his I slowly suck the creamy confection off it.


“Don’t tease me,” he growls. “Take off that blanket and spread your legs.”


I do as I am told and he sits down opposite me.


“I want to watch you eat it.”


I look up at him, the raw desire in his voice making my eyes wide. I go to get up to fetch a fork but he barks at me to sit back down.


“I want you to eat it with your hands and I want you to make it messy. Enjoy it, savour the flavour. I want to see the pleasure on your face.”


I look at the huge piece of cake and try to mentally calculate the calories. He sees me hesitate and looks menacingly at me.


“Baby, you don’t need to give a shit how many calories are in that damn slice, because by the time you’ve finished eating it I can guarantee you I will be ready to fuck every single last one of them off of you.”


I giggle and with a sigh of pleasure I pull off a chunk of the sticky sweetness and pop it into my mouth.


“Oh God! That is unbelievably good,” I mumble, my mouth full of cake. A smudge of chocolate fudge topping smears the corner of my mouth and sticks to my lip. I go to wipe it off but Dan stops me, gripping my wrist so tightly it burns.


“Don’t you dare,” he growls, “it looks sexy. I want to see it smeared all over your face.”


My heart beats faster, as I remember the last time he wanted to see something smeared all over my face.


I pick up another chunk, my fingers sticky with the thick chocolate sauce that is laced throughout the slice. I slide it into my mouth, making sure that it smears on my lips. The sponge is moist and light; the layers stuck together with a creamy whipped mousse and throughout it there are chunks of milk and dark chocolate which melt in my mouth. I close my eyes and enjoy the myriad of different textures and flavours. My hand rests on my thigh and leaves a trail of chocolaty fingerprints. Opening my eyes I catch him looking at the gap between my basque and my stockings. I know he is imagining licking the trail of chocolate and I smear it again, higher up my leg and towards my glistening pussy. His cock has escaped from his clothes and I want to suck it, to smear it in chocolate frosting and lick it off. I take a handful of cake and bury my face in it, ensuring that I get it all over me. Then I suck it off my fingers as though I was sucking his cock.


“Baby, there is nothing hotter than watching a curvy girl eat cake,” he moans, “but now I need your lips around my cock. Fuck, sweetheart you are so adorably sexy.”


Without hesitation I drop to my knees in front of him, my sticky hands wrapping around his hot, thick shaft. The sharp intake of breath that this causes in him is enough to make my pussy flood again and I swear I must be dripping on the soft rug that I’m kneeling on.


I swirl my finger through the cake topping again and smear it over his cock. His skin is so warm it starts to melt almost immediately.


“Suck it,” he demands and I do as I’m told. I dip my head and envelope him with my mouth, the sweet taste of the chocolate mixing with the salty pre-cum that is leaking from his rosy tip. My nostrils are filled with a heady mix of sweet chocolate and the deep musky scent of his body. I could suck him forever, the velvet smoothness of his cock enhanced by the sweet mousse of the cake. A whimper escapes my lips as he pulls my hair, pulling me off of him then grabbing another soft piece of cake which he pushes into my mouth. The flavour explodes and then he thrusts inside me again. I almost gag but he has been careful, and instead I take him all the way in, letting the chocolate melt around his heat. I pull back and swirl my tongue over the tip, enjoying the feel of his fingers in my hair as he tugs, trying to pull me back down onto him. I resist, enjoying teasing him, knowing I can push him a little way before he will discipline me. He likes the tease as much as I do.


“I know what you’re doing,” he says a smile on his lips that makes my heart melt, “and don’t think I won’t punish you for it later.”


Buy Links


http://www.amazon.co.uk/More-Smut-Chocoholics-Victoria-Blisse-ebook/dp/B00L5QGZVQ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1440017171&sr=8-2&keywords=smut+for+chocoholics


https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/more-smut-for-chocoholics/id892837320?mt=11


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Bio


Ruby Madsen is the living embodiment of Lexie Bay’s dark side. She loves to explore the dangerous things in life, prefers the wilder side of romance and firmly believes that being naughty is more fun.


Ruby has a dirty laugh and, she’s been told, an even dirtier mind. She’s a stocking wearing, chain smoking tease with a fondness for red lipstick and bad boys and she wishes she’d been born in the 1950s when men were men and women were pin ups.


She’s currently working on something dark and sexy and you can expect lots of kinky games, raw emotions and not so much of the happily ever after, because sometimes life’s just mean and your heart gets broken. Although Ruby likes to believe that there’s always something round the corner…


You can get naughty with Ruby on Facebook and Twitter


https://www.facebook.com/rubymadsenwriter


@rubymadsen


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Delicious, I’m not sure what I need most now, chocolate, or…. Anyway!


Don’t forget to come back tomorrow when one of the queen’s of erotica will be amongst us- the ultra-talented, Janine Ashbless.


Happy reading,


Kay xx



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Published on August 30, 2015 23:00

August 29, 2015

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 7: Ashley Lister

As we reach the end of the first week of my Tasty Tasters series, I am honoured to welcome one of my personal heroes from the world of erotica. Sit back and enjoy this wonderful extract from the pen of the incomparable Ashley Lister.


Over to you Ashley…


Blurb


When baking entrepreneur Trudy Cole falls for celebrity chef Bill Hart, all is far from sweetness and light. Instead passion, betrayal and ambition makes for an explosive mix in the high stakes game of gourmet dining.


Trudy Cole is an aspiring chef with ambitions to own her own patisserie. When she encounters celebrity chef Bill Hart she finds the older man antagonistic but disconcertingly attractive. Sexual chemistry soon boils to an unbearable temperature and they become lovers.


But Trudy’s affair and ambitions for her own business become too hot to handle when she discovers that Bill has a wife. To make matters worse, her business partner and ardent admirer, Donny, threatens to destroy her patisserie and Bill Hart’s reputation.


At a stately home where Trudy wants to woo investors with her culinary masterpieces, the paths of all three players cross again and the heat is turned up to a much higher setting…


A-Taste-of-Passion


 


This taster is one of the early chapters from A Taste of Passion, book one in my series Sweet Temptation. This is the first chapter where Trudy gets a chance to meet the restaurateur, Bill Hart.


Trudy’s spent an evening waiting in his restaurant, Boui-Boui, trying to talk to someone about the ingredients in a muffin she’s sampled. The staff have been trying to get her to leave and, eventually, they’ve turned the lights off and locked the door. But now, in the unlit restaurant, a stranger has taken the seat beside her.


Chapter Four


“What do you want?”


Her heartbeat quickened. She had no idea who he was. Had she been left alone with the restaurant’s security detail? Her grand idea of remaining at the table, until the restaurant’s staff were forced to deal with her, no longer seemed like such a clever strategy. A slick sheen of sweat moistened her palms. Her mouth was almost too dry to talk. She started twice before finally finding the words.


“These muffins,” she began. It took every ounce of effort she possessed not to stammer. She willed herself to appear in control. Even though it was dark and even though she didn’t know who she was talking to, Trudy felt the need to exude an air of contained professional calm. “These muffins are delicious.”


“I know. Everything I serve here at The Boui-Boui is delicious. Now, tell me, what do you want?”


It was too dark to see who he was. He was simply a suggestion of shadow against the blackness of the unlit restaurant. His voice had a northern twang to it that reminded her of the blustering heroes from hardy TV shows and gritty films. It was an accent that suggested the words were spoken by someone with no time to tolerate whimsy, artifice or fools. They were plain-spoken words from a plain-speaking man.


His accent trilled softly against her ear like the rasp of a favourite blanket. Maddeningly, she knew his voice was one she had heard before and that she knew well. She racked her brains, desperately trying to think where she had heard it and how she knew this stranger.


“What do I want?” Trudy repeated. It was difficult to believe that the full details of her request had not been passed onto the senior kitchen staff. She brushed past that detail refusing to let her ire show. “Perhaps you might be able to tell me?” she began excitedly. “Are you the pâtissier?”


Even as she asked the question she knew that wasn’t correct. The waitress had told her that the pâtissier was a woman called Kali.


“No. I’m not pâtissier. I’m head chef. This is my restaurant.”


Her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment. Whatever she had hoped to say suddenly seemed unimportant as she realised she was in the presence of a legend. She was briefly thankful for the darkness because it meant she wouldn’t be embarrassed by the fact that she was flustered with this discovery. She was in the presence of her idol.


“William Hart?”


“Yes.”


The William Hart?”


“Unless he owes you money, yes.”


Her heart had been racing before. Now it thundered so loud she was sure he would be able to hear it in the darkened silence between them. “It’s an honour to meet you, Mr Hart. You came to the university and delivered a seminar. It was most inspirational.”


He grunted as though the matter was of no importance.


“What do you want?” In his broad accent the question came out as: Waz tha one? “It’s late, I’m jiggered and, whilst I’ve got no problems locking you in here for the night, I’d be better suited if you simply chuffed off back to where you’ve come from. Let those of us who work for a living get some shut-eye.”


She tried squinting at him in the darkness. His dialect and unfamiliar word choices made it difficult for her to work out if he was angry or amused or possessed by some other emotion. If there had been better lighting between them she would have been able to read his eyes and establish if he was sincere in his threat to lock her inside the restaurant.


“I wanted to learn something about the ingredients in your citrus and blueberry muffin.”


There was a moment’s silence. “Are you lakin’ with me?”


She shook her head and then realised he wouldn’t be able to see the movement in the darkness. “I don’t think I’m laking with you. I’m not fully sure I understand what that means.”


“Lakin’?” He sighed. “Are you joking? Are you playing with me? Are you having a laugh? Are you messing me about? Did you really spend your entire evening sat at this table because you wanted to know what’s in one of my blueberry muffins?” He chuckled dourly and added, “I’ll tell you now, lass, the answer to that one was buried somewhere in the question.”


Trudy frowned. She could tell he was mocking her and she supposed her unorthodox behaviour did merit some level of derision. Nevertheless, she was determined not to be dismissed as a foolish blonde who hadn’t worked out that a blueberry muffin contained blueberries.


“I recognise so many flavours in this product,” she said quickly. “I can taste the organic, free range eggs. I can taste hand-milled wheat as well as blueberries and citrus zest.” A revelation suddenly came to her and she said, “I’ve even worked out that those sugars that were initially confusing me are an acacia honey.”


He drummed his fingers on the table.


Her vision was beginning to adjust to the lack of light in the room and she could see the lines that weathered his face. His eyes were wrinkled by the suggestion of constant smiles. She could see he had raised one steel-grey eyebrow, as though encouraging her to continue. She wanted to believe he was grudgingly impressed with her abilities but the lighting in the dining area was too dim for her to read much from the shadows that cloaked his face.


“Well done,” he said drily. “You can taste flavours.”


“But that’s the problem,” she insisted. She quashed the urge to let him hear the impatience in her tone. “I can’t name all of them. There’s one remaining flavour that I haven’t yet been able to identify. That’s why I’m still sitting here. I need to know the identity of that missing ingredient.”


His smile glinted brilliant white in the shadows. The darkness made it impossible for her to see if there was any kindness in his eyes. The expression made her think of a shark on the scent of blood.


“When I delivered my seminar at your school-”


“University,” she corrected.


He waved a hand as though the distinction was unimportant. Continuing without pause he asked, “-can you remember what I spoke about?”


She didn’t have to hesitate. The lesson he had imparted on that day had been one that matched her own beliefs about the ideals of cuisine. Goosebumps bristled at the nape of her neck as she remembered William Hart delivering his message to her and a lecture theatre of two hundred students.


“I remember it vividly. You told us to respect the flavours.” Her voice lowered to a reverential whisper as she repeated the words. “You said that a chef needs to be conversant with flavours. As conversant with flavours as a concert pianist is conversant with classical music. As conversant with flavours as a writer is conversant with works of great literature. You said that it’s the duty of every great chef to respect and understand every flavour in the kitchen. Respect the flavours.”


“It sounds sexier when you say it,” he admitted. “But, despite the respect you clearly have for flavours, you still don’t recognise that added flavour in my citrus and blueberry muffin?”


She started to shake her head and then stopped. It wasn’t that she didn’t recognise the flavour. She did know it – or something similar. Her chest began to swell as she realised why she had associated emotions such as excitement and happiness with the flavour.


Her heartbeat quickened.


Her smile grew broader.


It was a Christmas flavour.


“It’s a type of cinnamon, isn’t it?”


He laughed. “Is it chuff. It’s not just a type of cinnamon. It’s the type of cinnamon. It’s Sri Lankan cinnamon.”


Her brow creased as she tried to recall all that she had learnt about cinnamon and apply that knowledge to her memory of the flavour in the blueberry and citrus muffins. “From the cinnamomum tree,” Trudy remembered. “It’s not one of the more common variants of cinnamon like the Indonesian or Vietnamese.”


She watched his silhouette nod approval. “You do know your stuff.”


Hearing those words from the lips of William Hart, growled in his impenetrable northern voice, was almost more impressive an accolade than the honours degree that she had received earlier in the day. She knew, when she finally retired to bed this evening in the house she shared with Charlotte and Donny, Hart’s sincere praise would be at the forefront of her thoughts as she drifted to sleep.


Trudy stroked her tongue along her teeth. Now that she knew the identity of the flavour she felt as though she would be able to recreate the muffins in her own kitchen. It took an effort of self-restraint not to leap from her seat to hurry home to start baking. Of course, she reminded herself, she wouldn’t be able to make a start until the morning, after a trip to the local market where she could maybe track down a specialist spice supplier who might stock Sri Lankan cinnamon, but-


“Thank you,” she said earnestly. “Thank you so much for sharing that with me. I don’t think you know how much it meant to me.”


His silhouette shrugged. “I can see we share a passion. I enjoy sharing things with people who share my passions. I assume, since you’ve hung around here this long, you have time to let me show you my kitchen?”


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Buy link-


http://www.amazon.co.uk/Taste-Passion-Sweet-Temptation-Book-ebook/dp/B00ICCRP88/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1438862501&sr=1-3


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Bio


Ashley Lister is a prolific writer of erotic fiction, having written more than two dozen full length erotic novels and over a hundred short stories. Aside from writing, Ashley teaches creative writing and is an occasional performance poet. Ashley lives in the north west of England.


 


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Huge thanks to Ashley, for sharing such a brilliant extract.


Don’t forget to come back for the start of the second week of tasty tasters tomorrow, when the gorgeous Lexie Bay stops by.


Happy reading,


Kay x


 



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Published on August 29, 2015 23:00

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 6: Kay Jaybee

Welcome to Day 6 of my Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters blog series!


Today I am bringing you half of a long story from my Fem Dom anthology Yes Ma’am.


This collection is what many think of as pure Kay Jaybee – that is to say – the six stories within Yes Ma’am are of the S&M/BDSM genre. As you can imagine, it was tremendous fun to write…


Yes Ma'am 2015


Here’s a bit of an appetite whetter from the tale entitled Dear Claire….


Dear Claire


She was sure they were having sex. The tell tale bumps and thumps, not to mention the heavy duty groans coming through the thin bedroom walls, had been driving Ali mad for at least half an hour.


Having been invited by Claire for a girlie chat and sleepover, Ali was incensed that Rick had crashed their private party before it had even got started. It doesn’t help, Ali thought as she gave up trying to drown out the muted sounds from the neighbouring room with her pillow, that I’ve had the serious hots for my best friends’ partner for months now.


Escaping to the bathroom, Ali took her time getting showered and dressed. She was surprised to find that when she headed into the kitchen twenty minutes later, Claire was already there, fully dressed, and slipping on her coat and shoes.


‘I’m popping out to grab some stuff for breakfast. Could you be an angel and take Rick a coffee in bed?’


Without giving Ali time to reply, Claire disappeared into the early morning drizzle, leaving her friend with her palm frozen on top of the kettle. The last thing she needed was to see Rick all relaxed and rumpled from sex in someone else’s bed.


Rather than sorting the coffee, Ali left the kitchen, and banged hard on Claire’s bedroom door, ‘The coffee will be in the kitchen Rick.’


Ali hadn’t expected much more than a grunted reply. After all, Rick wasn’t one of life’s communicators. Even Claire agreed that he was only really useful for sex and unscrewing particularly tight jar lids. Yet, the silence from beyond the door was almost eerie. There should have at least been the muffled noises of him shuffling about the bed, or moving around the room hunting down his socks.


A ripple of uncertainty shot through Ali as she stood there. Claire had told her to take the coffee in to him, and now she thought about it, the request had been rather definite. Almost an order. With a final call of, ‘Rick! Do you want coffee?’ Ali inched the door ajar as she repeated her knock.


The reason for Rick’s lack of response was immediately apparent. Ali’s mouth slammed shut. She didn’t know where to look first. All she could think, as she hovered immobilised in the doorway, her eyes roaming with pussy clenching leisure over Rick’s tied frame, was that Claire had intended her to find him like this. She evidently had more in common with her friend than she’d previously thought.


Rick was stood side on to the end of the bed; his legs positioned about half a metre apart. A solid metal shackle, fastened to the leg of the bed frame, surrounded and connected each ankle. He was effectively pinioned to the spot.


His arms were secured behind his back with a pair of leather cuffs, and his dangerous brown eyes were hidden beneath a heavily padded strip of black material, which also covered his ears. Ali realised that he hadn’t even heard her calls. And even if he had been able to hear her, the hard ball gag wedged between his teeth would have prevented him from responding.


With heart pounding disbelief, almost on tiptoe, Ali walked towards the man who haunted her dreams, not sure whether to visit his front or back view first. She opted for his rear.


Her surprise at finding Rick bound and helpless paled into insignificance compared to the shock of what her emerald green eyes spied as she observed his tight arse. On the right buttock, tattooed in tiny neat red script, were the words ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will suffer.’


The evidence of this suffering was obvious. Across his butt cheeks and the top of his legs, old welds and bruises littered his skin. An image of Claire bedecked in black leather entered her mind. It wasn’t difficult to picture her whipping her lover for a whole host of unknown crimes.


Reaching out a hand, Ali hovered it in front of his scarred flesh. Her damp knickered desire at odds with the fact that she was about to touch her friends lover. Yet, Claire had set this up. The more Ali thought about it, the more she knew it was okay, and the idea that Rick might not know it was her, only increased her body’s nervous frisson. In fact, until she touched him, he wouldn’t know anyone was with him at all.


Reverently tracing the healing line of a past lash, Ali experienced a rush of adrenalin fuelled pleasure run down her spine and tickle her snatch.


Aware that he was not alone, Rick’s head twisted left and right, his senses straining to work out where his unseen companion was. Ignoring his flailing, Ali knelt as close as possible to the tattoo. Inhaling the aroma of masculinity, her sharp turquoise fingernails followed the loops of calligraphy.


holding pen


From her crouched position, Ali could see Rick’s balls. Passing a hand through his rigidly immobile legs, she teased his scrotum, enjoying the increased tensing of his leg muscles. Suddenly her fingers met a new and unexpected texture.


Moving around him quickly, Ali found herself facing the most solid dick she’d ever seen in her life, all neatly done up in a bright red ribbon. Two small silver keys were attached to either end of the garland, both presumably corresponding to the locks at his ankles and wrists. Ali’s final doubts about betraying Claire dissolved in an instant. The bow adorning his shaft was presenting Rick as if he was a gift.


Without wasting time wondering how her friend had worked out she fancied Rick, Ali began to act. Her tits felt so swollen that she just had to undo her bra. Threading it from beneath her shirt, leaving the cotton fabric flapping open over her breasts, she stalked around the room, studying the three sides of Rick she could easily get to.


Placing the flat of both palms on his chest, Ali inhaled the particularly salty sweat and desire dripping scent of the trapped male. Sliding her hands downwards, she made sure her nails scraped his flesh. Rick’s feet twitched a little, and his wrists rattled against the short chain that joined the leather cuffs. Ali wondered what he was thinking, and if Claire had told him she’d be coming to visit him. Something told Ali that he didn’t know, and to hold back from revealing her presence; to have some anonymous fun while she could. She had total freedom, and suddenly the months and longing to spank this guy until he begged her to stop was too much.


Turning to the mess on the desk in the corner of Claire’s bedroom, Ali picked up a ruler, and without hesitation, began to swipe it against Rick’s buttocks, paying particular attention to the tattoo, aiming one hit at a time at each of the individual letters.


Swaying with every strike, Rick’s feet stayed planted against the plush red carpet, as fresh pink blotches spread across his buttocks.


Pausing for breath, Ali listened to the faint murmurs of sound escaping from the corners of Rick’s mouth. Returning to his front, she licked away the saliva that had gathered around the rubber guardian. Her right hand snaked down Rick’s front; fingertips lingered above his naval for a second, before Ali tugged at one end of the ribbon, releasing his cock from its tight knot.


Ensuring that the satin fabric caressed his skin, she snaked it up his body, tying the ribbon and keys loosely round his neck for safe keeping. Then, knowing she couldn’t get what she most wanted while his mouth was muzzled, Ali undid the ball gag and cast it to one side.


Gasping and spluttering, Rick’s tongue swept over his dry lips. Quickly, Ali placed her index finger firmly over his mouth, her intention that he shouldn’t talk very clear. Then, she pushed his shoulders forward. With his arms secure behind his back, and his legs stuck, there was no way he could kneel down, but he could bend forward, which he did.


Hastily divesting herself of her trousers, so she was just stood in her knickers and open shirt, Ali pulled her belt from her jeans. A new hot pulse of power surged through her as the first strike met the top of his thighs, and a bellow of pain exploded from his mouth. It had been way too long since she’d treated a man like this. She felt high and all powerful, an empress of debauchery. Her pussy twitched and contracted with the moans and groans that issued from his mouth. Seeing a strong man hogtied was one thing, but hearing how much she was hurting him was what did it for Ali.


Her eyes kept straying to the tattoo. It fascinated her. She wondered if Claire had ordered its addition to his fit body, or if it was a delicious remnant of a previous relationship.


Stepping away from him, leaving Rick uncomfortably bent double, his strong stomach muscles working overtime, Ali searched Claire’s desk once more.


Smiling with satisfaction, she twirled the pen she’d found like a weapon. Levering Rick back upright, Ali bought the black biro to his left bicep. Pressing hard, so he was aware of every stroke of the pen, she began to write,


Dear Claire,


Thank you for your thoughtful gift. I guess you know me even better than I thought you did.


Love Ali


Breaking off with a viciously applied full stop, she briefly admired her work, before moving on to Rick’s thigh.


Dear Claire,


I have long dreamed of torturing your lover. I love the tattoo and previous whip marks. I hope you don’t mind the additions I’m about to make.


Love Ali


Again she pushed the pen nib hard, watching as Rick’s toned skin darkened with the pressure of her writing. With each dotted ‘i’ and each crossed ‘t’ Rick flinched and sighed, his confined reactions adding to her own arousal.


Moving to his annoying perfect six pack; Ali began to write once again.


Dear Claire,


Do you favour a whip or a cane?


Love Ali


Dear Claire,


Your lover’s dick is gorgeous


Love Ali


Dear Claire,


I have already tanned his arse. Now I’m going to smack his balls. I’m going to scratch his skin, I’m going to force my tit into his mouth and make him suck until he begs…


Ali wrote on and on, listing all the fantasies she’d ever had, every image that had inspired her midnight dreams. Then, when there was no clear skin left on his torso, Ali progressed to his back. Finally, when no bare skin remained north of his waist, she threw the pen to one side, and breathlessly returned to Claire’s bedside chest of drawers, convinced that would be where she’d find what she wanted to play with next. She was not disappointed.


Picking the short white cane from a tangle of her friend’s silky underwear, Ali trailed it through her fingers…


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If you would like to find out what happens next, or discover what other Fem Dom tales are tucked away inside Yes Ma’am’s e-pages, it is available from all good e-retailers, including-


Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1376072456&sr=1-6&keywords=yes+ma%27am 


Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376072566&sr=8-1&keywords=Yes+maam+kay+jaybee


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Thanks for popping by for Day 6 of this look back at past erotica publications.


Tomorrow I’m honoured to welcome one of my erotica heroes – the unique, Mr Ashley Lister. Don’t miss it.


Happy reading,


Kay x



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August 27, 2015

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 5: Lucy Felthouse

Today I’m inviting my dear friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Lucy Felthouse to have a fiddle in her archive. Let’s she what she pulls out for us today!


Over to you Lucy…


Here’s a Tasty Taster from my M/F/M BDSM erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures. This book will always have a special place in my heart as it’s the first full-length novel I wrote, and I’m delighted that even now, when it’s been out a while, it’s still getting some great reviews. That makes me a very happy author.


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Excerpt:


‘Alice,’ he said, firmly but softly. ‘Bend over a desk and pull your dress up around your waist.’


Alice was extremely glad that she’d obeyed her orders and not worn knickers that day. She’d have been caught out very early on if she hadn’t. Moving to the nearest desk, she did as Ethan asked.


‘Good,’ Ethan said, moving close behind her and caressing her bare buttocks. ‘These won’t be nearly as pale when I’m finished.’


Alice was surprised that Ethan was going to be the one doing it. She’d always thought of Jeremy as the ringleader and assumed it would be him. She was about to have her arse turned red, though, so it hardly mattered who was going to do it.


Alice became aware of Jeremy moving to the front of the classroom and retrieving something from the teacher’s desk. He didn’t bother to hide the item as it was an integral part of the task, and therefore she already knew what it was.


A wooden ruler. Watching Jeremy – and, more specifically, the ruler’s journey – from the corner of her eye, her resolve slipped a little. It was wood, for goodness’ sake! It would hurt if a weakling swung it at her bare cheeks, never mind a muscular giant of a man. Fuck.


Jeremy handed the ruler to Ethan, who stroked his big hand over her exposed skin once more. It took all of Alice’s willpower not to clench her fleshy cheeks. She may be nervous, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them know that.


Both men were right behind her now, and one of them let out a low whistle. From the words that were spoken next, she gathered it was Jeremy. ‘That’s quite a sight, isn’t it, comrade? Our Alice bent over, arse in the air, slit on display. She looks …’ He seemed lost for words now; a rare occurrence.


‘Beautiful,’ Ethan supplied. ‘She looks beautiful, mate. My cock is rock hard already, and all I’ve done is stroke her bum.’


Her face grew hot. The two men were examining her, and far from finding her lacking, they thought she was beautiful. And Ethan had admitted to having a hard-on caused by the sight of her naked arse and pussy.


Jeremy laughed. ‘And you’re not the only one. I’m tempted to stick my cock inside her cunt right here and now. Never mind the spanking!’


‘In that case, I’d better get on with it, hadn’t I?’


‘Probably wise.’


Jeremy stepped back into Alice’s peripheral vision, presumably to give Ethan room for manoeuvre. His expression was perfectly sober, but a glance down told her that he hadn’t been exaggerating about the erection – it tented his smart jeans and made her wish he had just stuck it inside her, like he’d threatened to.


She didn’t have too much time to think about being fucked by Jeremy, though, as she heard a small whooping noise – the sound of the wooden ruler rushing through the air – then the slap of it hitting her arse. Just as the thought that it hadn’t hurt was about to cross her mind, the pain hit. A sharp, stinging sensation raced in a diagonal stripe across her right cheek. Much to her pride, she didn’t yell or scream. She just pulled in a sharp breath and screwed her eyes shut, breathing in and out slowly and steadily, trying to work her way through the pain.


She’d just about dealt with it when the next blow came, this time on her left cheek. Gripping her hands tightly around the edge of the desk she was bent over, she watched as the knuckles turned white, determined to let nothing but the most negligible of noises pass her lips. Again, as the white-hot fire burned through her nerve endings, she sucked in a breath and bit her bottom lip. She would not cry out. She would not.


Given her relative silence, it seemed Ethan thought he wasn’t hitting her hard enough. Or fast enough. After the searing agony of the second blow had dulled into a more manageable ache, he started to spank her more rapidly and with increased force. Alice was incredibly glad that neither of the men had asked her to count the strokes, because there was no way she’d have been able to. The pain was just too much.


Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!


By the time the blows ceased, Alice was collapsed onto the desk, her upper body crushed against it, with silent tears running down her face. But she hadn’t screamed, or yelled. Granted, she’d almost clawed holes in the desk, and bitten her lip until it bled, but still, she’d kept quiet. And for that, she was incredibly proud of herself.


As she started to come back to herself, she noticed two things – one, her pussy was saturated and ached to be penetrated, and two, Jeremy was standing right in front of her, his stiff cock in his hand…


Blurb:


Is it possible to have it all?


Alice Brown has just landed her dream job as property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she needs.


On her first day, Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Jeremy and his best friend Ethan Hayes, Head of Security at Davenport Manor, turn the situation around and give her an ultimatum. Faced with the possibility of losing her job, Alice agrees to their indecent proposal.


When the dust settles and Alice has time to think, she realises perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing after all. But what happens when Alice thinks she’s falling for both men?


Buy links:


http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/


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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


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Phew!!! These tasters get hotter every day! If you have the nerve, come back tomorrow, when I’ll be taking you into the world of Fem Dom erotica…


Happy reading,


Kay x



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Published on August 27, 2015 23:00

August 26, 2015

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 4: M.K. Elliott

It’s the fourth day of our trip into the erotica archives, and today I’m pleased to welcome a fellow Devon based author, who has written so many books I can’t keep up! The brilliant MK Elliott is here to tickle those erotic taste buds.


Over to you Marissa…


Model Wanted Serial


Blurb– Model Wanted (Parts 1-3)


At the top of his game, Eric Rutherford takes photographs for five star hotels and portraits for wealthy families. But Eric has a dream. He longs to create erotic art. He has an eye for a woman’s beauty, but he doesn’t just want to photograph a woman naked, he also wants to tie her up, and down. He wants to bind rope across her breasts, tight enough that the rope leaves an imprint on her skin. He wants to have her on her knees, with her hands handcuffed to her ankles. He wants to whip her rounded pale bottom with a leather flogger, and then photograph the red stripes.  So his search for his perfect model begins and when an advert brings the beautiful, blonde Anya into his apartment, his one fear is that she’ll say no…


Art student Anya is unsure of her position in his life. Thrown into Eric Rutherford’s world, she had to wonder if she is just his model, or does she dare to hope for something more? Eric wants to take things further, push sexual boundaries Anya has never crossed before. But she has to wonder, is he taking her to extremes because he cares about her, or does he only care about his art?


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Extract


Eric cleared his throat and forced himself to his feet. His job was to photograph her like this, not imagine how she would taste as he pushed his tongue inside her cunt.


He adjusted the lighting hanging from the rail on the ceiling and then picked up his camera. He started with shots of her face, one cheek crushed against the white paper-covered floor, her eyes wide and innocent, portraying her vulnerability. Such contrast to the pose she was in. He moved to her back and hands, taking shots of the metal bound around her slender wrists.


Finally, he moved the camera to aim between her thighs, at the way her spread position exposed her pussy and ass to him in all of their perfection.


“Are you going to fuck me like this?” she asked out of the blue.


He lowered the camera in shock. “That isn’t what this is about.”


She twisted her neck as best she could and locked eyes with him. “What about if that’s what I want this to be about?”


“Anya …”


But he didn’t know what he was going to say. Surely he didn’t intend on telling her no? The position she was in, with her cheek pressed against the floor, her ankles forced apart, her perfect heart-shaped bottom pushed into the air, was just ripe for fucking hard. Between her slender thighs, the swollen lips of her vulva peeped out. He didn’t think he imagined the sheen on her pussy or the inside of her thighs.


His balls ached and his cock lengthened in his pants. Her gaze shifted, resting on the increasingly obvious bulge in his crotch.


“Anya,” he tried again. “It’s crossing a line. I don’t want to be that kind of man …”


“But I want to be that kind of girl,” she said. She spread her ankles wider, pulling the small chains between the spreader bar taut. The metal clinked in response. The position widened her stance, her thighs even more spread than before, exposing the star of her asshole and the delicate inner folds of her pussy.


“Oh, God,” he moaned.


Fuck it. He might want to be a professional when it came to his photography, but he was still a man.


With one swift move, he undid his belt and whipped it from the loops of his pants. He took her bottom between his hands and lowered his face to her wet slit like a man starving. The scent of her juices filled his senses, a musky but sweet perfume. He buried his tongue between her folds, seeking her waiting hole. Hardening his tongue, he slipped inside her easily, her arousal and juices opening her up to him. Her cream covered his mouth, moistening his chin, and he moved in and out, feeling her inner muscles tighten and contract around his tongue.


Anya writhed and moaned beneath his attention, but he wasn’t going to let her come yet.


Eric knelt up behind her, admiring the view. He’d never had someone so submissive to him before, allowing him to do such things to her without any trepidation at the possibility that he might hurt her in some way. He knew she trusted him implicitly.


He took the rock-hard length of his cock in one hand and gave it a couple of strokes. The head was purple and bulbous, the length ridged with veins standing out beneath the silky skin. His balls throbbed with a heavy ache and he longed to bury himself in her silken heat. It was what he’d been dreaming of doing from the moment she’d first walked into his apartment.


With her head twisted so she could watch him, her cheek pressed against the floor, her gaze locked on his face, he slowly ran the head of his cock along the opening of her cunt. He groaned at the heat of her, smearing himself with a mixture of his saliva and her desire. Then he grasped her bottom, one cheek in each hand, and thrust himself deep…


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Buy Links


Amazon link: myBook.to/ModelWanted 


B$N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/model-wanted-mk-elliott/1122253518


Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1016264816


Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/model-wanted-parts-1-3


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Bio


M.K. Elliott is the author of the bestselling short story collection, ‘Rescued.’ A British author, she was born in Devon, England, where she now lives with her husband, three young daughters, two rescue cats, and a crazy Spanish dog. Though she has a degree in Zoology, her true love has always been writing and she now works as a full time author. As well as erotica, she also writes paranormal fiction in the name Marissa Farrar, and has recently published her fourteenth novel.


Since ‘Rescued’ hit the number one spot for Erotica on Barnes & Noble, she’s also had several other titles hit the bestseller list, including another short story collection, ‘Some Love it Hot,’ and her erotic vampire novella, ‘Deadly Beauty.’ Her most recent work is the sexy serial, ‘Model, Wanted.’


M.K. writes everything from contemporary romance to steaming hot erotica, and her love of travel and adventure is her main influence in her stories.


If you would like to know more about M.K. then please visit her Facebook Page.


https://www.facebook.com/M.K.Elliotts.Erotica or blog http://mkelliott.wordpress.com/. You can also stalk her on twitter, http://twitter.com/M_K_Elliott


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Many thanks to Marissa for sharing that deliciously tasty snippet with us today. If you think your blood pressure can cope, then come back for Day 5, when the nonstop erotica machine that is Lucy Felthouse, will be here to tempt us with something naughty!


Happy reading,

Kay x


 


 


 


 


 



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Published on August 26, 2015 23:00

August 25, 2015

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 3: Lily Harlem

It’s Day 3! Please welcome my dear friend Lily Harlem today, who is here to share a delicious extract from her extensive erotica archive. Let’s Escape to the Country


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Blurb


When the stress of city living takes its toll on Annie and Tim, a dirty weekend in the country visiting sexy friends proves to be just the antidote.


London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.


So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.


As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.


Who would have thought he’d be into that? Who would have thought ‘that’ would have her buzzing from head to toe?


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Excerpt


The BBQ was delicious. The wine flowed and the steaks were perfect. Carl and Teresa were chatty and fun and keen to hear tales of London life. Carl was tall with receding mousey brown hair and a diamond earring which didn’t suit him, and Teresa was the same height as me with long bubbles of blonde hair tumbling around her pixie face.


Jane sat next to me during dinner, and a few times, her knee pressed against mine. I didn’t move—I kept it there. I liked us being physically connected, even if it was accidental. Smelling her exotically spiced perfume, listening to the way she formed her vowels and feeling her body heat radiating onto my bare arm had me squirming with a need Tim had been unable to fulfil.


As the meal came to an end and people wandered off to the bathroom and went to replenish drinks, Jane leant her head to mine. I wondered if she was going to mention Tim and I fucking in the pool and braced myself to apologise.


“Can you help me with dessert, Annie?” Her silken voice glided down my neck on a burning hot breath. “Its Eaton Mess—the ice cream needs scooping and the strawberries need washing.”


“Sure.” I smiled, standing and gathering up plates. “No problem.”


I wandered into the kitchen with the stack of plates nestled against my white vest. “Oh, bloody hell,” I muttered as I piled them next to the sink. A line of red sauce had bled from the plates to my top. “Do you mind if I go and change?” I said, turning to Jane.


“Go ahead.” She smiled. “It’ll take a few minutes for the ice cream to soften anyway.”


I wandered up the narrow staircase and into the bedroom Tim and I were sharing. It was a cute room with sloping ceilings and a small wardrobe built into the far wall. Everything was floral—the carpet, the wallpaper, the bedding. A total overload of flowers of every different size, shape and colour, but somehow, it worked, and I was looking forward to sleeping on the cast iron bed and waking up to the sound of birds.


I changed my top to a small green vest which hugged my breasts tighter than the other one, but still went with my white gypsy skirt. I re-glossed my lips, added a squirt of perfume and ran a brush through my curls.


Heading onto the landing, I noticed the room at the end of the corridor was still in darkness. The door was pushed up, nearly but not quite shut. I was about to turn away when I heard a long low groan my curiosity simply couldn’t ignore. It was a deep belly noise, like an uncontrolled spasm from a vibrating chest.


I stepped silently up to the door. Flicked my head across the gap and tried not to think how mortified I’d be if anyone caught me nosing in darkened rooms.


My eyes widened as my head filled with the scene looming out of the dimness.


Matt stood with his back pressed against the far wall, his jeans heaped around his ankles, head tipped towards the ceiling and eyes screwed tight shut. Kneeling before him was Carl. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Carl, and I knew what he was doing to Matt.


Matt’s hands were locked over Carl’s ears, moving his head backwards and forwards in time with the frantic thrusts of his hips. “Shit, yes, that’s it,” he said like a hiss from a punctured tyre. “Get fucking ready for it.”


Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. That phrase ran through my head twenty times a second for the next two seconds. I really hadn’t seen that coming. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job.


Matt’s head levelled and his shoulders hunched forward. His lips pulled back in an animal-like snarl and he froze with his hips pushed deep against Carl’s face.


Quickly, I stepped away. After he’d finished coming down Carl’s throat, Matt would open his eyes and see me watching from the doorway. I didn’t know which one of us would be the most mortified—me probably.


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I turned and came face to face with Jane.


“Hi, Annie,” she said quietly. “I came to see if you needed to borrow a top.”


“I…I… No, I’m fine, thanks.” I struggled to drag in a breath.


Her gaze slipped to my chest. My breasts were heaving like mounds of jelly and the wobbling flesh threatened to spill over its containment. “I like that top better than the other one,” she said, her eyes not moving from where they’d settled.


“I…just… Shall we go and sort out dessert?” I was keen to get her away from the image of her husband getting a blow job from another man.


“No, I think we’ll stay up here.” She lifted a stray curl from my breast and held it between her thumb and index finger. “I like it up here, just you and me.”


My skin ignited where her fingertip had brushed my flesh, and as she coiled the strand of hair around her finger with delicate, precise movements, I had to lean my back against the coolness of the wall for support. She placed the lock on my shoulder, and very gently, her finger traced over the strap of my vest top as if smoothing it neat.


“Don’t worry about them.” She nodded at the bedroom where Matt and Carl could be heard shuffling about. “They always do that between main and dessert.”


“They do?” My eyes saucered, and my mind whirled. “And you don’t mind?”


“Hell, no.” She stepped closer and I was forced to tip my head up to look at her face. “It means I can do exactly what I want, with who I want, and Matt can’t say a thing. Not one little, teeny, tiny complaint.” The shiny pink tip of her tongue caressed the corner of her mouth.


“Oh.” I thought she was going to kiss me. She was so close I could see every tiny freckle on her face. Her grey eyes were studying my mouth and her toes were touching mine. I licked my lips and locked my knees.


“Do you have that kind of relationship with Tim?” she asked. “He and Matt used to share everything, you know?”


“They did?”


“Yes, nothing was out of bounds.”


“It wasn’t?” I asked.


“No, they even shared me sometimes.”


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Buy Links


Pride Publishing – https://www.pride-publishing.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=980


Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Escape-Country-Lily-Harlem-ebook/dp/B004M5HK5M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1438073463&sr=8-1&keywords=escape+to+the+country


Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Escape-Country-Lily-Harlem-ebook/dp/B004M5HK5M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1438073496&sr=8-1&keywords=escape+to+the+country+by+lily+harlem


All Romance eBooks – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-escapetothecountry-512947-146.html


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About Lily Harlem


Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, multi-published author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.


Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.


Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.


Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.


One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!


Lily Harlem Links


Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/


Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/


Twitter https://twitter.com/lily_harlem


Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lily.harlem


Facebook author page https://www.facebook.com/LilyHarlemAuthor


Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/


Raw Talent http://rawtalentseries.co.uk


BritBabes http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk


Hockey Romance http://www.hockeyromance.com


Newsletter Subscription http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html


Hot Ice https://www.facebook.com/hoticeseries


Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/106837751333678531161/posts


Harlem Dae http://www.harlemdae.com


Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4070110.Lily_Harlem


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Phew!!! Well, if you’ve recovered from that by tomorrow, why not come back for Day 4, when the lovely Marissa Elliot will be dropping by with some sexy fun.


Happy reading,


Kay x


 


 



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Published on August 25, 2015 23:00

August 24, 2015

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 2: Kay Jaybee

It’s Day 2, and I thought I’d jump in myself today and share a little of my artistic BDSM erotic romance, Making Him Wait


Blurb-


Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.


But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!


At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?


The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!


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This hot extract comes from the very beginning on my erotica romance- with a huge splodge of paint…


Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.


Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.


“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control – is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.


Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”


“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.


Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.


A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.


Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.


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Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.


Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.


Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.


“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”


Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.


Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.


Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.


While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely what and who had held up her replies.


Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.


Maddie loved making him wait…


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If you fancy finding out what happens next, you can buy Making Him Wait from –


Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239259&sr=8-1


Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239632&sr=8-1&keywords=making+him+wait+kay+jaybee


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Hope you enjoyed that! Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for a delicious helping of naughtiness from Lily Harlem!


Happy reading,


Kay xxx



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Published on August 24, 2015 23:00

August 23, 2015

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 1: Kd Grace

 WELCOME!!!!!
It’s Day One of my Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters- my annual dive into the erotic story archive!
Each day, for the next fourteen days, I will be posting an excerpt from one of my, or one of my colleagues, erotica publications. I hope you enjoy them!
I promise each one will be hot!

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Who better to kick off this years Tasty Taster’s than my dear friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Kd Grace, with her mega best seller, The Pet Shop.


The Pet Shop Blurb:


In appreciation for a job well done, STELLA JAMES’s boss sends her a Pet for the weekend – a human Pet. The mischievous TINO comes straight from THE PET SHOP complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers that the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, is extremely addicting.


Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, VINCENT EVANSTON, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.


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The Pet Shop: Chapter 2


Sure enough on the kitchen table was an instruction manual from The Pet Shop entitled, On Keeping Pets.


She opened it to the first chapter and read.


Get to know your Pet.


Your experience will be more enjoyable if you take time to get to know each other, to get comfortable with each other before you initiate sexual contact. Pets, like people, have different personalities. Some may be shy and in need of some gentle coaxing before they get comfortable with their keeper. If your Pet is shy, do make sure he or she is comfortably acquainted with you before you initiate sexual contact.


If, however, your Pet is not shy, he or she may try to initiate sexual contact. DO NOT ALLOW THIS. It is the keeper who must choose when sex takes place. Your Pet must never be led to believe she or he is the alpha in the relationship. You must maintain control. No matter how aroused and uncomfortable your Pet may appear to be, do not allow even masturbation without your explicit permission. Your Pet is there for your pleasure. Even if your pleasures are voyeuristic, you must always be the initiator of the sex act. Permission is yours to grant or deny.


All Pets arrive at their keeper’s highly aroused and ready for sex play — the males with erections, the females well lubricated and ready to accommodate a penis or a dildo. But they are also well-trained to control themselves. Make sure that they do. This will enhance your pleasure as well as theirs.


Pets experience the world through their sense of smell, and they will get to know their keepers through that sense. Do not be nervous. Assume a relaxed position, preferably in a chair or on a sofa, with your legs open


Note: This should be done fully clothed.


Command your pet to sit on the floor next to you, then allow her or him to sniff you and touch you. Some pets will also want to lick and taste you. Remember, this contact is essential for your Pet to get to know you as PETS DO NOT TALK. Keep the mood light. Do not allow anything more than this initial contact until you and your Pet feel comfortable with each other. Only after this occurs should your interaction be of a sexual nature.


Stella felt something warm and wet against her hand and looked down to see Tino kneeling next to her, his tongue flicking over her finger tips, his eyes locked on her face.


‘I’m sorry, Tino. It’s just I’ve never had a Pet before.’ She reached out and stroked his head.


Still holding her gaze, he stood and led her back to the lounge. When she sat in the recliner, he sat on the floor in front of her, watching her expectantly, shifting uncomfortably around the weight of his distended penis, clenching his buttocks and rocking his hips. She couldn’t take her eyes off such blatant, insinuating sexuality. With a little gasp of surprise, she realized her own hips were rocking, rubbing her swollen cunt against the chair.


‘I’m sorry, Tino,’ she shoved to her feet, tearing her gaze away from the gorgeously horny man sitting on the floor by her chair. ‘But I just can’t do this. If I had known what Anne, what Strigida had planned for me, I would have never consented, surely Anne knew that. Anyway, I feel really bad that I’ve wasted your time, but this is just not something I can do.’


The pet only looked up at her with adoring and expectant eyes.


“I’ll gladly give you taxi fare home, of course. I mean that’s the least I can do. None of this is your fault, after all. Anne told me that you were a gift, so I assume you’ve already been paid.’ She raced through the last sentence breathlessly, her face burning at the very thought that the company had paid for a prostitute for her.


Did they really think she was that desperate? And never mind how desperate she was, surely she had worked at Strigida long enough for them to realize this was not the gift for her. And she was bloody well certain Anne knew that. There would definitely be words when she returned from Bath. ‘Is that alright, if we do that? If we just call it even and I get you a cab home?’


Tino made no response. Instead, he rubbed his cheek affectionately against her leg and moved to sit back on his haunches, a position that made his erection look even more enormous, bulging heavily against his thigh. At the sight, her stomach muscles tensed low and tight and her pussy clenched and half convulsed.


‘I forgot,’ she looked down at the manual still gripped in one hand, ‘Pet’s don’t talk. But since I really don’t want a Pet, couldn’t you break the rules just this once?’


He brushed her leg again with his cheek, then with his lips, making delicious shivers run up her spine.


‘Guess not. Okay. Well, I realize this is an awkward situation, Tino, and I’m really sorry about that. I know you’re expected to stay here. I appreciate your position. Really I do. I’m sure we’ll get through this if we work together.’ She nodded down the hall. ‘I have a guestroom. You’re welcome to sleep there. It’s small, but comfortable.’ He followed her on silent feet, and looked on as she showed him the guestroom.


‘The closet’s there.’ She pointed. ‘Though I guess you won’t need that. Extra toiletries are on the dressing table there. Those you might need. And the remote for the telly, well it’s a little tetchy. Here let me show you.’ Suddenly she realized he wasn’t paying any attention. His gaze was locked on her – more specifically on her crotch. She blushed hard and forced a smile. ‘Never mind. I imagine you can figure it out if you decide you want to watch telly. Anyway, make yourself at home. Are you hungry? Can I get you something to drink?’


Again, he plopped down on the floor. This time he wrapped his arms around her leg and began to rub his cheek against her thigh.


‘Tino, really. I don’t think I can…’


He made little grunting sounds and shifted his hips forward and back. If anything, his erection seemed still bigger. She suddenly remembered the manual said the Pet Shop kept their Pets horny. Hadn’t Anne said he usually didn’t have to wait this long before he came?


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She found herself blushing again at the sight of his heavy hard-on. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t think about how … uncomfortable you must be. I know you’re not allowed to touch yourself unless your keeper gives you permission, and, well, since we can’t, since we’re not going to…’ She nodded to his cock. ‘It’s all right with me if you do what you need to do. You know, for some relief.’ She felt like her face would burst into flames.


For a long moment he looked up at her with his bottomless cinnamon eyes, as though he couldn’t quite comprehend what she wanted of him. Then, slowly, carefully, holding her gaze, he laid a hand against his cock and ran a curled palm up the length of it. A shudder ascended his spine. He threw back his head and released a trembling breath that ended in a deep animal groan at the back of his throat.


Almost before she realized it, she replied with a little whimper of her own that slipped between her lips. Her nipples pearled through the thin silk of her blouse, and her pussy felt slick and giddy. She closed her eyes only for a split second, but the next thing she knew, Tino was standing beside her, so close that her hand, resting low against her belly brushed his cock, and they both gasped at the feel of it. Before she could do more than marvel at the velvety softness that felt like it sheathed granite, he pushed in closer, and his large hand engulfed hers easing it gently against his cock with just enough pressure to encourage her fingers to wrap around the girth of him.


She should have stepped back, she should have commanded him to stay in the room and do what he needed to do and not come out until he was done. But she didn’t. Instead she curled her fingers around him and felt his hand tighten over hers. She expected him to hump like a dog, but he only stepped closer, engulfing her in a feral scent not unlike cat fur on a sunny day.


The shifting of his hips was almost invisible but for the tensing of the muscles low in his hard belly, tightening and lifting until his soft pubic curls just grazed the inside of her wrist. Instead of the blatant sexuality she expected, he simply laid his head on her shoulder, his warm breath raising the fine hair along the back of her neck. His heart hammered a heavy drumbeat that matched her own, and her nipples seemed to be pressing ever forward to get nearer to it.


His free arm encircled her, resting just above her hip, where his hand moved in a gentle caress up and down her ribs, almost ticklish. The sensation of it all accumulated warm and heavy just below her belly. The heat of his lips rested close to the pulse of her neck. They were slightly parted, his breath coming in fast little puffs.


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She knew she should be pushing him away, make him bend over for the spanking a misbehaving Pet deserved. She hadn’t asked him to touch her, and she hadn’t volunteered her services. ‘You’re a very naughty Pet, Tino.’ She barely managed to gasp before he tensed, and a strangled groan escaped his throat just as his cock twitched and she felt the silky slick heat of his come spill over both of their hands and against his bare belly. Then his whole body convulsed, and involuntarily he pulled her tight against him, an act which sent her into her own convulsions. She let out a startled cry. She hadn’t expected to come. She hadn’t intended to come, and yet there she stood quivering out her pleasure against the Pet, who held her in a powerful, sex-stimulated bear-hug.


It was only when her own body had calmed to after-shocks and tremors that her brain began to reassert itself, and she pulled away and gasped. ‘Bad Tino! Bad Pet!’ She grabbed the guest towel from the foot of the bed, wiped her hands and offered it to Tino, but he only stood there, hand, belly, and cock pearlescent with his come. She groaned a frustrated sigh, moved forward and began to wipe him briskly. ‘You’re a very bad boy. That wasn’t what I asked you to do. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this all is for me?’


The Pet hung his head, turned his back to her and braced himself bent over the bed, bottom up.


‘No! I don’t want to spank you! That would only make matters worse, damn it!’ She shook the manual she still held in her one hand. ‘And they’re already bad enough.’ She paced the floor, her heart racing in her chest, still unable to believe what had just happened. Tino was a glorified prostitute, she reminded herself. Jesus, had she gotten so desperate? She forced herself to calm down as Tino turned a questioning gaze to her over his shoulder. ‘The bathroom is down the hall to your left if you want to clean up.’ Then she turned on her heels and quickly fled to her own room, shutting the door soundly behind her.


The whole weekend yawned before her like an abyss. The power of her own desires frightened her almost as much as having Tino’s naked sexuality ever present, almost as much as the fact that they had no way of communicating other than her giving orders and spanking his lovely bottom when he disobeyed.


Use only your open palm to punish your Pet, and only on his or her presented bare buttocks. You will also find a special leather spanker in the rucksack that arrived with your Pet. You may safely use this, but only on buttocks and upper thighs. If your Pet is female, you may use this and your hands to produce a gentle sting on your Pet’s breasts. Alternatively, for punishment, you may use a rolled-up newspaper on other areas of the body. Never use anything else unless special dispensation has been granted by The Pet Shop.


If special dispensation is granted for rough play, you must remember that your Pet has a safe word. It is the only word any Pet will ever utter in the presence of his or her keeper, and only then when play is too rough for her or him. It is of interest to note that in the Pet Shop’s history, no Pet has ever had to use the safe word.


If, on the other hand, a keeper chooses a Pet who likes to play rough, it is important the keeper let the Pet know her or his safe word at the beginning of the visit. The safety of Pets and keepers is paramount in rough play.


She blushed at the thought of punishing Tino properly for his transgression, a thought there was no denying her pussy was fond of. She reminded herself again that she didn’t need to resort to sex with prostitutes. She knew how to use a vibrator. Sex for one was a good thing, the perfect tool for busy women, for women in control of their own lives. God, why was maintaining control in the presence of a man pretending to be an animal so difficult?


It could have something to do with the fact that he was running around her flat gorgeously naked with a huge hard-on, she reminded herself.


She cleaned her teeth, took off her make-up, and changed into her track suit. She always had work to do, since she took the position at Strigida, but her laptop was in the lounge. The thought of being in the same room with Tino made her heart race and her hands shake.


She sat down on the bench in front of her vanity and stared at her face in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed and her dark hair was coming loose from the knot in which she’d worn it all day. She tried to remember the last time she’d had any kind of interaction with a male she didn’t work with. It was better that way, she reminded herself. Her working skills were always a lot better than her social skills.


She supposed it must be obvious, even at Strigida. Why else would they offer her a prostitute? She took out the clip and shook her hair free around her shoulders. She wondered if Tino would like her hair down. Furious at herself, she forced the thought out of her head. She stood and paced back and forth at the foot of the bed. What difference did it make what Tino thought? And why was she letting this situation get to her? She didn’t ask for it. Her behaviour wasn’t in question here.


She squared her shoulders and blew out a nervous breath. Tomorrow she would take him down town and check him into a hotel. He could wait it out there. She didn’t have to allow this. Gift or not. Plus, surely it must be illegal. First thing tomorrow that’s what she would do. In the meantime, she’d get her laptop and tell Tino she had work to do and… She opened the door a crack to find him sitting on the floor in front of her.


He looked up at her, eyes bright, questioning.


‘Um, I’m really tired,’ she blurted. ‘I’m going to sleep now. Make yourself at home in the guest room. Good night.’ She jerked the door shut between them, and leaned back against it, heart racing, ignoring the gnaw of guilt below her sternum at being so rude. It didn’t matter, she told herself. He’d get paid anyway, and he wouldn’t even have to work for his money. She undressed and plopped into bed. It was a little past ten, and thanks also to Strigida, she was always under-slept. This would give her a chance to catch up on some much-needed rest.


Two hours later she was still tossing amid the tangle of sheets absolutely refusing to masturbate, though she desperately needed to. She told herself it was the principle of the thing, but in reality she was afraid that Tino might somehow magically know she was masturbating and… And what? His feelings would be hurt because he didn’t get to service her? He’d smell it on her in the morning and lick her crotch. Oh God, she so didn’t need to think about that right now.


She was just about to drift off with the pillow settled in the crook of her arm when the gnaw of guilt returned. If Tino really did have to stay in character the whole weekend he must be dying of thirst. She was always thirsty after sex. But it hadn’t been sex, she reminded herself again. Not real sex. Still, she had helped herself to all the water she wanted from the en suite sink, while poor Tino had none. And what if he was hungry? Anne said he’d been fed, but that was ages ago. Come to think of it, she was a bit peckish herself. But then again, he might have just settled in to watch the footie and fallen asleep in front of the telly, without giving a second thought to what had happened. Surely he would be happy for an unexpected night off, right? If that were the case, then the coast would be clear. She could get her laptop and bring it back to the room without him even knowing.


She got out of bed and carefully slipped into her blue satin robe, tying the sash loosely around her waist. Then she tiptoed to the door holding her breath. Somewhere deep in the city a siren wailed, but the flat was silent. Slowly, carefully, she opened the door, and her breath caught in her throat.


There on the floor in front of her lay Tino, curled around himself in a feotal position, his breathing the deep even breathing of sleep. She couldn’t resist the urge to stare down at him, to take in the sheer wild maleness of him lying there bathed in silver moonlight, sleeping in nothing but a leather collar.


She had just lifted her foot to step over him when suddenly he woke and sat up with a start causing her to yelp in surprise. She lost her balance and would have tumbled backward if he hadn’t caught her by the hand and pulled her forward to land against the hard rise and fall of his chest.


‘Tino, I’m sorry,’ she gasped. ‘I tried not to wake you. Did I hurt you? Oh god, I hope you’re okay.’ Too late she realized her robe had fallen open, and the Pet’s gaze was locked on her breasts, his naked cock jutting like a velvet-sheathed knife against the inside of her bare thigh. They both sat frozen against each other, holding their breath…


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What Reviews Are Saying about The Pet Shop


“I loved The Pet Shop. It was so well done that I could hardly wait to turn each page. Of course the sex was delicious, but the background story, the premise of The Pet Shop, and the magic between the various characters was much more than just delicious sex. Great job bringing me something completely different to read.” 5 out of 5 Manic Readers


*****


“The sex is smoking hot, the storyline intriguing, and the whole thing is so brilliantly written that you’ll emerge from the end gasping for breath. This book is a whirlwind of fun and naughtiness perfect for erotica fans.” – Lucy Felthouse, Erotic Author


*****


“I liked The Pet Shop. The story is hot hot hot with multi-dimensional characters and a plot that is a bit mysterious… a memorable experience.” – BookingIt


*****


“Thoughtful, Different and Wicked this is one for those who love erotica with a lot of extra spice.” 4 out of 5, SexyReads.co.uk


*****


“…this story is full of sex that makes your heart pump and your libido race. This is one of the steamiest books I’ve read this year.” – 4 out of 5, Scorching Book Reviews


*****


“A satisfying mix of romance, kink, and inventive S&M, The Pet Shop reels the reader in, neatly side stepping clichés, and forcing you to read just one more chapter before you put it down.” – Oysters & Chocolate


*****


“Full of decadent desire, sensual eroticism and hedonistic promises, Ms. Grace uses a wicked pen that enticed this reader into a world of pleasure unlike anything I have read before. The interaction between Stella and Tino is so scorching hot I practically left burn marks on the computer screen. To top it off, there are so many other erotic fantasies intertwined in this tale that this book must have hit upon everyone’s favorite desire. Whether it is male/male, male/female, male/female/male, female/male/female/female or BDSM this novel has it all. The Pet Shop is the cat’s meow!” 5 out of 5, Coffee Time Romance


*****


“WOW! The Pet Shop was such an unexpected and mindblowing read that not only have I gobbled it up in no time but it shot straight to my Top Reads of 2011 list! I can’t remember the last time I read such a combustive erotica novel. One of the hottest stories I have ever read, a definite Forbidden Favorite, and K.D. Grace just became an author I’ll have to watch!” – 5 out of 5, ‘Forbidden Favourite Award Winner’, The Forbidden Bookshelf


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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall


Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace/Grace Marshall believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?


When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.


KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.


K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.


K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.


Find K D Here:                                                                   


Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/


http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk


Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor


Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace


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Many thanks to Kd for such a great taster to kick of this event!


Tomorrow it’s my turn- and I’ll be keeping the temperature level high…


Happy reading,


Kay xx


 



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August 20, 2015

KJB’s Tip Time: The Doorframe Game

There are many neglected locations within the home when it comes to our sex lives.


For example, consider the doorframes between each room of your home. Providing they are solidly built, they can provide an excellent place to indulge.


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Let me introduce you to the Doorframe game…


Strip each other, and taking it in turns, stand with your arms stretched high above your head, so your fingers are holding onto (but not pulling- you don’t want the house to collapse around you), the top lintel of the frame. (A stall can be provided for those of the neatly shorter persuasion).


Then time each other to see which one of you can last out the longest while your lover caresses, licks, kisses, sucks and generally enjoys your body before you can’t take any more, and simply have to lower your hands.


The one who manages to keep their arms on the top of the door frame the longest is the winner…they get to choose their own prize…


Enjoy your weekend.


Kay x


(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Be aware of allergies, personal limits, the strength of your doorframes, 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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August 19, 2015

Smut for Good!!: GIVEAWAY

SMut for good


The amazing folk at Smut UK are currently deep in preparations for Sexhibition in Manchester next week.


As part of their prep for Sexhibition Smut UK are having a big ol’ Facebook Party TODAY from 7pm GMT. The event is live now and you’re all welcome to pop over and post there any time between now and the weekend of Sexhibition to post excerpts and teasers, ask questions or just hang out. https://www.facebook.com/events/1615597865377002/


Smut for Good are running the event in aid of Macmillan cancer care, and they will be giving out some awesome prizes throughout the evening.  from ebooks to gift vouchers to some very sexy toys…


Although I am unable to make Sexihibtion, I am delighted to say I will be taking part  tonight’s event- so make sure you pop by to the Facebook Party TONIGHT between 7.30 and 8.30- when I’ll be giving you the chance to win e-copies of…


Best of KJB Yes Ma'am 2015


See you later!!!!


Happy reading,


Kay xxx



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