Kay Jaybee's Blog, page 61
July 20, 2015
It’s all in the setting
There are many elements needed to produce a good story, erotic or otherwise. For me, the first and foremost element to start a story is location. If I can’t picture clearly in my head where the action takes place- be it an intensely hot screw in a store cupboard (The Collector), a solo walk in the park, (Quick Kink One), or a stomach churning encounter involving garden twine in a shed (The Voyeur)- then the words simply do not flow.
It is for this reason that every single story I’ve ever written, from the shortest piece of flash fiction, to my longest novel, have all been set in genuine locations. What happens in those chosen places may be entirely fictional (with the occasional exception!), but every background setting within a Kay Jaybee tale is 100% real.
On occasion, I have tried to invent places in which to gather people, and then take their clothes off (or not), but none of these stories have worked. I need to be able to feel the vibe of a location. To know how the air conditioning hums, or how the damp aroma of rain soaked wood would affect the characters in a certain environment. And to accurately assess these environmental conditions, then each location has to be real.
An excellent example of this can be found in my latest erotic creation, the e-novella Digging Deep (Xcite Cariad Romance, 2013).
Blurb- Dr Beth Andrew’s first foreign excavation as a site leader, which she co-run’s with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!
I have long wanted to use some of my experiences as an archaeologist in my work. In this case it wasn’t so much the amazing excavation I was part of that attracted me to write Digging Deep, but the difficulties of doing such work under the trying circumstances the location had to offer.
Tunisian Olive Groves
jenny hendrix fucked by voodooTunisia might well be the perfect place to soak up the sun as a tourist in a nice luxury hotel, but outside of tourist world, it is a very different story. I wanted to capture how challenging, both physically and mentally, it is to sleep in a freezing cold half built house, on bare concrete floors, and then bake by day beneath a 120+ degree sun. Add to this the frustration of digging in sand, with its oh so annoying habit of backfilling in on itself every few minutes, and you have the perfect location and situation for even the most intelligent people to lose their sense of perspective- something which happened in real life as well as in the pages of Digging Deep– although in a completely different way!!
You can buy Digging Deep from all good book and e-retailer from-
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Digging-Deep-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L2GR7C0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1404411608&sr=1-1&keywords=Digging+Deep+kay+jaybee
http://www.amazon.com/Digging-Deep-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L2GR7C0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1404411692&sr=1-1&keywords=digging+deep+kay+jaybee
It is my practise of using real locations in my manuscripts, which has led me to develop the habit of greeting every new place I visit with a silent surveillance of erotic suitability. There can’t be a café, library, museum, shop, store cupboard, or indeed anywhere, that hasn’t been corrupted Kay-style in my mind, as my ever active imagination seeks out new stories in every place possible!
So be warned- don’t invite be to your place – unless you want your living room to turn up in a future Kay Jaybee number!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
July 16, 2015
KJB’s Tip Time: Wiping It
Some years ago I used to work for the totally fantastic erotica webzine, Oysters and Chocolate. Many of you (assuming you are as old as me!) will recall I was their regular ‘writer in residence.’ What you may not have known, is that I was the secret provider of the weekly O&C Spicy Sex Tips!!
Now O&C has gone (and is still sadly missed), I thought it might be fun to share a few of those tips with you over the coming weeks…
Wiped
This tip is for those who like more ‘slap’ than ‘tickle’.
Consider the baby wipe or wet wipe. These innocent and useful articles, can be carefully placed upon the backside of your lover, and tweaked and edged into place- maybe quickly, maybe slowly… and then… spank that arse!
Slapping the backside through the moist wipe with the palm of your hand intensifies those deliciously fun spanking sessions, and takes such naughty boy / girl moments to a whole new dimension.
Even if spanking is not your thing, take time to smooth your partner all over with a beautifully cool fragranced wipe…who knows what that might lead to…
If you need further inspiration, my story ‘Wiped’ (within the anthology Best Bondage Erotica 2013) may give you some help – http://kayjaybee.me.uk/?p=2020
Enjoy your weekend.
Kay xx
(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Be aware of allergies, personal limits, and health at all times. I want you to have a fun weekend, not a trip to A&E. xx)
Being Out There: Expecting Flaming Torches, But Getting Hugs…
I walked into one of my local shops today, a massive establishment that sells pretty much everything and anything you could possibly want (in my case, a roll of freezer bags). As I walked along the aisle I was stopped by one of the assistants, who I know a little because she used to run a coffee shop. She had seen one of the many newspaper articles that have appeared down here in Devon, featuring my ETO Best Erotic Writer win.
I braced myself- I have been convinced that eventually someone was going to tell me they disapprove of what I do- would this be the day?
Nope.
Far from it in fact. Her congratulations were heartfelt and geniune. Floating on the kindness of her words, I thanked her heartily and proceeded to the till at the other end of the shop.
No sooner had I put the bags on the counter so I could fish my purse from the dangerous depths of my handbag, when I was surrounded by shop assistants all wanting to hear about my ‘Mummy Porn.’ Before I’d left the shop I’d been relieved of all the business cards I had about my person, and many a plea to keep writing, and I quote, “Mummy porn that is a good story rather than that daft Grey stuff.”
I left without commenting on that, but thanked them, and feeling good, began to walk home. As I walked, I got to thinking. I’d been so nervous about going public about the award. Everyone locally knows about my Jenny Kane side- but then romance writing and children’s picture books are hardly controversial- but erotica…Rightly or wrongly its writers are judged, and I had nightmares about the locals all arriving in a mass on my front lawn with pitchforks and flaming torches to hand.
The reality has been 100% the opposite. People range from being fascinated by it, thrilled for me, and – and this is the clincher- they are more pleased that I beat E L James than about the real reason for the win.
I’m under no illusions here. If James hadn’t been in the nomination line up to win the Best Erotica Writer then ..
a) The newspapers, radio etc wouldn’t have been interested in my story.
b) I wouldn’t have taken the plunge and ‘come out’ locally, so I could take advantage of the marketing possibilities because James was in the line up.
c) The positive publicity for my work wouldn’t have been the same if I’d been up against a line up made up purely of erotica writers- because very few people have ever heard of the good ones.
There are so many brilliant erotica writers out there- you won’t have heard of them if you don’t read the genre- but through brilliant marketing, everyone has heard of James, which made my win even more special to me.
So, thank you my lovely townsfolk. Your support has been so kind.
And- it has to be said- thank you to Ms E L James- if you hadn’t been in the line up, I’d never have got so much kudos for my win. Funny how life turns out isn’t it!
Happy reading,
Kay x
(For my thoughts on the difference between hot romance, and why it should not be labelled erotica, see my blog on Jilly Boyd’s brilliant web site – http://ladylaidbare.com/2015/07/15/kay-jaybee-erotica-eto/)
July 12, 2015
Kay’s Birthday Blog!
Surely it can’t be time for another birthday? Didn’t I only just have one?
Of course, it does mean I have the perfect excuse for drinking even more coffee than usual, and a fair helping of cake….nice!
I have been extremely lucky so far this year, with my publications as both Kay and as Jenny Kane. Not only did I win the Best Author award at the ETO, I have also been nominated for the Best BDSM Book by the National Leather Awards in the USA for Knowing Her Place– the third in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.
I’d like to thank you all for your support – I’d never have got this far without you. I thought I’d thank you by sharing a free read with you today from my The Best of Kay Jaybee collection.
Enjoy!!
A Leading Conversation
‘What would you do next?’ Faye’s voice had lost the cool indifference she’d been determined to maintain. ‘After you’d stripped me?’
‘Well, obviously I’d bend you over and spank you – hard.’
‘Really? What with?’
‘My belt.’
‘Your leather one? About an inch thick?’ Faye could picture it clearly; faded, worn and brown, with a twisted knot pattern inlaid through its length. She shivered at the mere thought of it.
‘That’s the one.’
‘What am I bent over?’
Sean was silent for a while and Faye could faintly hear movement around him. It hadn’t occurred to her that this call was being made in public. She broke through his concentration, her tone husky and urgent, ‘Where are you anyway?’
‘I’m in a deserted waiting room on Banbury Station – and you, for the purposes of a much deserved spanking, are bent over the foot of your bed. Plus, I’ve just decided I will tie your wrists together in front of you.’
Despite the two mugs of coffee she’d recently downed, Faye’s mouth felt dry. She couldn’t believe how assertive Sean sounded, particularly as anyone could walk in on him at any moment. She wasn’t even sure how this conversation had started. He’d been in an odd mood he’d said, sort of horny with nowhere to go and no one to shag, and for a reason Faye didn’t understand, she had asked him what he’d like to do if he could. Sean hadn’t even hesitated before blurting out that he’d like to see her naked.
From her oldest friend’s rather startling confession only five minutes ago, they’d somehow got to Faye being naked, semi-bound with her arse in the air, awaiting the first stroke of his belt.
Her mind raced; was he just messing around? Would he end this with a laugh, and leave her feeling silly and privately humiliated for taking him literally? Or could he actually be serious, could he really want to do this to her?
‘Faye, are you still there?’ Sean’s voice interrupted her violently flickering thoughts, simultaneously reassuring Faye that he was serious, yet making her wonder if he was regretting sharing his fantasy.
‘I’m here.’ She licked her lips, abandoning any lingering ideas about remaining aloof. ‘What happens next?’
‘I hit you. The leather makes a fantastic cracking sound as it connects with your skin, and the belt leaves a pretty pink patch on your flesh. I love it, so I do it again.’
For the first time, Faye noticed that Sean’s breathing had become shallow and felt further reassured. She began to chew her bottom lip as she asked, ‘Am I crying out?’
‘Yes, but I don’t want you to, so I’ve paused in my work to fetch a gag.’
‘A scarf?’
‘I have a ball gag.’
Faye’s heartbeat quickened at the confession, and she couldn’t keep the surprise from her voice, ‘You do?’
She was learning an awful lot this morning about this man she thought she’d known so well. This was a new Sean, an attractive stranger who had very grown-up sex toys. She would never have associated him with anything like that before now. ‘May I still ask questions – now that I am gagged, so to speak?’
Sean went quiet again and Faye could faintly hear the echoing squeak of a train’s arrival being announced over a tannoy. As the noise died away, he said, ‘No. I think you should just listen to me for a while.’
Faye almost said ‘OK’ but stopped herself. After all, Sean had already metaphorically silenced her. She wiped her palms on her jeans and looked around her while she waited for him to speak again. She tried to take in the view before her; the park, the trees, the ducks on the pond, but all she was conscious of was a desperate need to hear Sean’s voice again. A new need, that during all the years of knowing him, she had never even considered as a possibility. Now though, as she sat on the dew-dampened bench, Faye felt her nipples stiffen and push at the insides of her white cotton bra, aware that her matching panties were getting stickier with every moment.
At last he continued, ‘I’m still hitting you.’ Sean’s voice was deeper now, more intense. ‘Your body is flinching with each blow as I build up an attractive criss-cross pattern of marks on your buttocks.
‘After ten strokes I come around to examine your face. There are tears at the corners of your wide blue eyes, and the gag is dotted with dribble. You look at me pleadingly, your face partially obscured by your blonde hair, but I’m convinced you don’t want me to stop. You want more.’
Faye closed her eyes and gripped her mobile phone harder, blanking out everything but the sound of his gravelly voice, and the rapid pounding of her pulse.
‘I strip off really quickly, so you can see how hard I am, how much I want you. Then I go back to your arse and smack you some more, but with my hand this time.’
Faye was grateful she wasn’t allowed to talk. What would she say anyway? Behind her closed eyelids the picture was so clear. She could see Sean, naked and powerful, his six-foot frame towering over her shorter, prone body. His cropped ginger hair, spiked with a little too much gel, the Celtic cross tattoo flexing on his forearm as he raised it to smack her …
Her backside felt bruised against the wooden bench, as if some of the described blows had really been inflicted, or perhaps in anticipation of the fact that one day, they might be.
Sean interrupted Faye’s superbly painful, erotic imaginings. ‘I’ve stopped now. I’m pulling you to your feet. I have to hold you steady for a moment because all the blood has rushed to your head.
‘I’m staring at your chest. It’s perfect. Your nipples are hard. I inhale one into my mouth, and roll my tongue between the slightly rough areola and your soft tits.’
Faye let out a moan; she couldn’t help it, her breasts had begun to physically ache from neglect.
‘You like that, I can tell. I like it too, but I don’t want to rush things. Ten years I’ve waited for this, and I don’t want it to end yet.’
Sean’s tone cracked and faltered. Faye guessed he was trying to gather himself before he carried on. She wondered if his dick was hard, trapped, a prisoner against his jeans, just as her own clit was throbbing helplessly inside her own denims.
She could hear her friend take a lungful of air before he continued, ‘I undo the gag and kiss you. Fiercely, properly, for the first time since this began. You kneel, and take my cock in your mouth. Fuck it’s good. Too good, and I …’
A loud rushing sound drowned out Sean’s voice. Faye could have wept. She wanted to ask what she’d missed him say as the train shot by, but Sean was in full flow, caught up in the physically unfelt touch of his vision. As the noise subsided, Faye realised that, in those few vital seconds, things had moved on quickly.
‘… it’s so hard to decide. I want to do everything at once; I want it to be perfect. So, in the end, I hedge my bets.’
Faye almost yelled out, ‘What’s so hard to decide?’ but just at that moment a group of tourists wandered past her bench, and she bit back her query and simply listened.
‘I undo your wrists and position you on your hands and knees. Then I select a small butt-plug from my collection and slowly insert it in your bruised arse. You groan, but it’s obvious that the feeling is good.’
Faye visibly quivered. She did like that; she’d always liked her butt being filled, but how on earth did Sean know?
Sean’s speech was becoming more hurried all the time, and Faye leant forward, tense, straining to make sure she didn’t miss anything else he said. ‘Then I take a pocket vibrator and place it over your clit. Your whole body starts to jump and, seeing you like that, so turned on, so ready for me, I can’t deny you. I push into you, keeping the vibrator in place with one hand, and supporting myself with the other.
‘I can’t describe how it feels, you’re so tight, and bloody hell …’ Sean stopped, his hoarse voice dropping to a whisper, ‘I’d like to be able to though, describe it properly I mean.’
Faye couldn’t speak, her whole body felt taut, robbed. She desperately wanted him to describe it, to make up what happened next. She’d been so close to coming, as she perched on the bench, in the middle of a public park, simply listening to her oldest friend’s voice.
‘Faye?’ Sean spoke softly, sounding concerned, his self-confidence temporarily shaken. ‘Are you still there?’
She gulped, fighting back tears, and the feeling that she’d been deliberately left hanging, her cry of ‘Sean?’ sounding like a plea.
‘My train is coming, I can see it approaching. I’ll probably lose the signal soon. I’ll have to go, I …’
‘Sean?’ Faye felt anticlimax sweep across her.
‘Yes?’
‘Where is the train heading?’
‘To you.’
Faye let out a pent-up breath, such was the sexual static buzzing down the phone line; she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding it in. ‘I’ll be at home. The front door will be unlocked.’
Sean was walking now. Faye could hear the changes to the atmosphere around him as he left the waiting room, crossed the station, and entered the quiet hum of the train carriage. Determined assurance had returned to his voice, as if he felt vindicated at his decision to tell her how he felt. ‘I want to find you in the bedroom.’
‘Clothed or naked?’ A passer-by raised an eyebrow at Faye as she stood up and moved away from the bench.
‘Just underwear.’
‘When do you arrive?’
‘In about three hours.’
‘That’s an eternity!’
‘It is with a hard-on like mine!’
Faye laughed, some of the tension draining out of her as she headed home. ‘Don’t worry; I’ll see to that, just you wait.’ A thrill of expectation rippled down Faye’s spine as she heard Sean muffle a moan of frustration, giving her the nerve to say, ‘I would never have associated you with those special toys you mentioned, I don’t suppose you have any of them with you?’
Faye could visualise the twinkle in his familiar green eyes, and the mischievous smile on Sean’s face as he replied, ‘Actually, I have packed with immense care, covering every eventuality. Oh, yes, and just so you know, I’m wearing my leather belt as well …’
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Happy a lovely day
Kay xx
July 5, 2015
A Little Taste of my Equipment
‘Equipment and Other Stories’ is an anthology containing 3 HOT stories from my archive- Equipment (sex toys and MF kink); The Girl Next Door (MF romantic lust fuelled bondage); Searching For Her (FF, MFF sex, kinky with BDSM)
Blurb
To his lust driven delight, Lee Cooper’s opinion that his girlfriend simply doesn’t have the Equipment to take control in the bedroom is quickly and deliciously disproved. Meanwhile, Kim is sick of her gorgeous neighbour Jack bringing home a non-stop string of unsuitable women to screw, while completely failing to notice the girl right under his nose. Taking extreme measures, Kim sets out to prove she is more than just The Girl Next Door. Mark’s girlfriend is Searching For Her– the perfect woman to make her lover’s dreams come true. A quest which leads her into the path of more than one willing young lady… From BDSM action, to sex toy play, and the fun of threesomes, each of the couples in Equipment, gets far more than they bargained for…
The three stories within Equipment are all centred on the concept of making fantasies come true; sometimes by using sex toys, bondage or instruction- but always through the use of the characters plentiful erotic imagination and romantic lust…
In Equipment, local mechanic Lee, is given an unexpected lesson in the pleasures that can be found by concentrating on exploring the butt alone…
In The Girl Next Door, Kim is heartily sick of her friend and neighbour not recognising how good he could have it if he noticed her, and not the endless string of plastic blonde’s he brings home on a regular basis. The direct action she takes is steaming- and not just because the water in the shower is hot- you’ll see!!
In Searching For Her, one of the most popular M/F fantasies is explored. A woman is sent upon a mission by her lover to find them the perfect woman for them to share. She must report back to her partner on the results of her research again and again, until the right woman is finally found. Once a willing female has been located, the fun really begins…
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I have so much fun writing erotica- especially when I add in additional elements, such as sex toys or a third partner. These ‘extras’ add to the dynamic of any relationship, whether it be new or established. The hit of a paddle may give huge pleasure to the recipient, and the wielder of the weapon, but to me as a writer it is the thoughts that go through the characters minds that really turn me on.
Here’s a tasty extract from the title story-
Equipment
The moment I saw his naked arse, I knew that I wanted to fuck it, and I told him so. It was the first time I’d seen Lee Cooper unsure of himself. For a split second a veil of uncertainty, possibly even fear, had crossed his generally ultra-confident square features. It didn’t last though, and he was soon shrugging my statement off with a lad-ish laugh, ‘you ain’t got the equipment baby,’ as he eased his solid cock into my willing body.
I started working part-time at the garage, where Lee is employed as a mechanic, three months ago. The first thing he said to me, as his clear brown eyes appraised my slight frame and red plaited hair was, ‘I’m looking forward to pulling on those pigtails honey.’ From anybody else I wouldn’t have taken a comment like that, but somehow from Lee it was okay. He exuded a sort of sexual confidence, and the instant and silent knowledge that eventually we would fuck radiated from his every pore. It would have been foolish of me to deny that unspoken understanding, and I privately looked forward to the day I’d discover if the tattoos that adorned his muscular arms, extended to his chest and down his legs.
That was three flirtatious months ago, and it had been fun letting the erotic tension build between us, getting more intense as the weeks of inaction ticked by, but finally, Lee’s resolve had broken. He told me, as he hammered an impatient fist on my front door during his lunch hour, that he’d been changing the oil in a beat-up old motorcar, when he’d realised he couldn’t hold on another moment.
After the glorious frisson of the wait, there was always the risk that the reality wouldn’t live up to the expectation. I hadn’t been disappointed however, far from it.
I smiled to myself as Lee dragged his grubby boiler suit back on, and disappeared down my garden path at a run. His words echoed in my head, “You ain’t got the equipment baby.” A wicked twinkle began to shine in my eyes at the prospect of what lay ahead for the unsuspecting mechanic, and speaking across the empty room, I said, ‘Well actually Mr Lee Cooper, I have all the equipment we could possibly need…’
The thought of his tight arse, of claiming it as my own, of taking control of Lee for a while, and perhaps robbing him of a portion of his macho-attitude, grew within me, and I began to lay plans for the temporary domination of this alpha-male.
On Lee’s next visit, predictably the following lunchtime, I embarked on a mission to both enjoy myself, and to lull him into a false sense of security, neither mentioning how delicious I found his backside, nor my eventual intentions for it. As his calloused hands made their way over my naked chest, pinching my nipples with exquisitely painful squeezes, I groaned with genuine pleasure. Stroking the beautifully toned body that pushed against mine, I relished the sight of the tanned multi-tattooed chest I’d so recently discovered.
It was on Lee’s fourth visit that I kept my hands exclusively on his backside. Patting it gently, smoothing it, and caressing it, in a totally non-threatening way, as my new lover pumped himself swiftly in and out of me.
On the fifth visit Lee announced he’d had a dream about tying me up. His face, when I told him that he could do just that, was a picture. I’m not sure if he was more turned on by the fact he could do anything he liked to me, while my hands were secured behind my naked back, or by the feeling of power my helplessness gave him. I suspect the latter. As Lee’s warm tongue explored my stomach, and ducked skilfully between my spread legs, I wallowed submissively in the blissful feelings that engulfed me.
During visit number six, a rare after work encounter, while Lee was both fucking and smacking my arse with stingingly wonderful efficiency, the last few parts of my plan fell into place, and I knew that my need to take his firm neat backside was reaching the point of obsession.
A little over two weeks after Lee had first turned up on my doorstep, I decided the time had come to act. Laying out my sex toys in a neat row near my pillow, I hid them from view with my duvet. Removing the clutter of clothes from the battered old armchair I keep in the corner of my bedroom, I adjusted its position so that it was at the foot of the bed. Then I took off my regular jeans and t-shirt, and put on my tight black Lycra bodice and matching knickers. The caress of the clinging material against my flesh was enough to increase my pulse-rate, and boot-up the arousal I had been so carefully keeping in check.
Lee’s distinctive knock on the door came at almost exactly seven o’clock as we’d arranged. I smiled quietly to myself at his promptness and, wrapping myself in a black silk robe, descended the stairs to collect my unwitting victim…
Equipment and Other Stories is available from All Romance (House of Erotica) and all other good e-retailers, including-
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Equipment-Other-Stories-Group-Erotica-ebook/dp/B0096DL33A
I also have another three story anthology available from the House of Erotica– so while you’re having a look at Equipment, why not check out Tied to the Kitchen Sink as well!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
July 2, 2015
Sexy Special Offer!
The Brit Babes raised the roof at this years Erotic Trade Only Show- and I can guarantee, this book will raise your temperature just as high!!
Blurb-
Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.
JUST CHECK OUT WHAT YOU GET FOR SUCH A BARGAIN PRICE…
Tabitha Rayne—Champagne and Tits
Jim is convinced he can make his rich partner’s nipples more sensitive and tries out his new ideas.
Lexie Bay—Sophie’s Secret
As one of the most eligible young women in London, Sophie Barnes-Lovett has worked hard and played hard to get to the top, but her glittering lifestyle brings problems too. She might be ruthless in the boardroom but all she wants is to find a man who can show her he’s in control in the bedroom.
When her beloved Head of Security is injured in a botched robbery attempt, she needs a temporary fix and when a friend recommends Annabelle Kinsella, Sophie agrees to meet her. At first she finds Annabelle bossy, overbearing and a little intimidating, as she takes control of every aspect of Sophie’s life, while Annabelle thinks Sophie is an over privileged airhead who doesn’t take her security seriously.
So when Annabelle discovers Sophie’s secret playroom on a routine security check, it comes as a surprise to both of them to find that they might have more in common than they first thought.
Kay Jaybee—The Chase
Mia has been offered the chance to escape homelessness and work for multi-millionaire, Cameron Chesterfield. All she has to do is to be the quarry in the chase. The prize for taking part in this annual event is a life of security. The price for taking part is enduring being caught by two of Cameron’s business colleagues- a man and woman who have paid handsomely for the privilege of pursuing Mia through the grounds of his estate.
Victoria Blisse —Wallflower
Hot, suave Leo Crabtree offers to be Penny’s Master, will this classic wallflower take up his offer and discover the dark side of her desires?
Kay Jaybee—Words of the Marquis
After a lifetime obsession with the Marquis de Sade, the new owner of two fragments of his manuscripts prepares to lose herself to her master’s words… “It is always by way of pain that one arrives at pleasure.”
Natalie Dae—Come Find Me
Kat Simmons takes a holiday to explore her feelings for her sex-on-legs co-worker, Dan. She’s had the hots for him for the past two years but isn’t sure if he feels the same way. She misses him and knows she needs to return home to tell him how she feels. That she hungers for him, has sexy dreams about him, and wants him in her bed.
When a room service man brings her a note, Kat follows the directions to a mountain cabin. Dan is here—and he wants her naked and in his arms. She finds a lover that unleashes the wanton woman inside her, and together they explore their shared desire for BDSM. A dungeon provides them with the ideal place to act out their fantasies—and Kat realises that sex can be hotter than she ever imagined with a little spanking added to the mix.
Tabitha Rayne—White Rabbit—The Switch
A billionaire dominatrix meets her match when the White Rabbit comes to play.
Lucy Felthouse—The Next Big Thing
Catriona’s life seems to be spiralling out of control. One minute she’s a successful investment banker with a flat by the Thames and a healthy bank balance, the next she’s a world-famous author. Well, sort of famous. She’s written a femdom novel under a pen name, so nobody actually knows it was her. Her publisher has gone marketing crazy, lauding her book “The Next Big Thing” and comparing it to Fifty Shades of Grey—much to Catriona’s bewilderment.
On launch day, curiosity gets the better of her and she goes into a busy London bookstore to queue up for her copy—despite the box of paperbacks she’s already stuffed into the bottom of her wardrobe. There she meets Elijah, a total hottie who’s also there to snag a copy of “The Next Big Thing.” When he admits he’s interested in female domination, Catriona’s intrigued. A chance meeting leads to a whole lot more between the pair, giving Catriona the opportunity to experience the things she’s previously only fantasised about.
Kay Jaybee—Great Expectations
Suddenly, thanks to one book billionaires everywhere are expected to be masters of BDSM! As if running a successful business wasn’t enough…
K D Grace—Buying the Farm
Cassie Fielding is at her wits end trying to save the family farm from bankruptcy after her father’s illness. But when Cassie returns from university, she finds that, in spite of their financial situation, her father has hired the mysterious, Simon Dennis to help run the place. As Cassie and the new hired hand experience an unprecedented heat wave of lust, Cassie comes to suspects that her father and Simon may be in cahoots with their own plan to save the farm, and the whole scheme depends on her.
Tabitha Rayne—You Said
A couple retreat to their beach house hoping to heal more than the space that’s grown between them.
Lily Harlem—In Safe Hands
Manhattan maid Marie loves to clean one apartment in particular because her time there always includes getting dirty with the sexy resident—Taylor Ward. Handsome, rich and successful Taylor has slipped his way into her heart with as much skill as he slipped into her panties. But she’s not complaining because they share the same kinks, the same dark desires, but can they share their lives? And what will happen when business has to take him away from her? (Spin-off story from the novel In Expert Hands)
Harlem Dae—Confetti and Collars
In the world of BDSM getting married doesn’t always require a white dress and a ring.
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Kay xxx
June 30, 2015
Winning Best Erotic Author 2015: The Pain in the Butt Angle!
There are a few things in life that I can guarantee will make me happy- time with my family, my friends, chocolate (of course!), old episodes of Robin of Sherwood, coffee (black please- no sugar)- and writing.
Ever since I picked up a pen at the tender age of 33, and began writing an erotic story on a paper napkin for no real reason whatsoever, I’ve been addicted. Writing has taken over my life. More than that- it has become what makes me get up in the morning, what drives me to rarely stop working, and what makes me tick.
You can imagine therefore, how excited I was in 2013 to be nominated for the Best Erotica Writer award at the ETO. Then I was nominated again in 2014, when my gorgeous and very deserving friend Kd Grace won. It was so amazing- and I was so happy for her- we really partied!! And if you have ever seen the Brit Babes in full party mode then you’ll know what I mean!!
When I was nominated this year, I was less excited. E L James was up for the awards as well, and so I assumed she would win. This is, after all, a trade award. Love her work or hate it, you can’t deny that while her existence has damaged the erotica writing world, it has been a total god send for the sex toy trade. (Which is largely what the ETO is about!)
As you will gather from the title of this blog however- I was very wrong. And I won! How totally amazing, and cool, and wondrous, and incredible, and lots of other big long happy words, is that?
At this point in my blog it would be traditional to show you a whole heap of pictures of myself partying with fellow Brit Babes, Kd Grace, Lexie Bay, Tabitha Rayne and Lily Harlem- all of whom came along to cheer myself and Kd (also nominated for the award) along. However, you’ll just have to look at my lovely trophy instead, because life had other plans for me on Sunday night!
Rather than be at the show, I was laid up in my hotel room at the Crowne Plaza, NEC, having spent the previous day in Worcester A&E. My right leg decided, without the courtesy of any sort of warning, to stop working. Not only that, but it did it in style- or as I put it ‘OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’
The lovely Dr Jaybee and myself were having a walk in the Malvern Hills prior to arrival at the NEC to celebrate his birthday- when my leg simply gave way. So off we went to Worcester A&E- with me sitting on a dog cushion (surprisingly cosy for the butt afflicted) – and waited for an entire lifetime to be seen by a lovely doctor, who prodded me (steady!) with great skill, and discovered I had trapped nerve buried deep in my right buttock. Well- if an erotica writer is going to have a painful injury, then that isn’t a bad one! At least it’s a talking point!!
So- with a feeling of massive disappointment and dosed to the eyeballs on painkillers – I headed to the Crowne Plaza Hotel at the NEC, where all my lovely friends were staying for the ETO Show and awards, and went straight to bed.
At this point of course, I was still convinced I wouldn’t win, so while I was very disappointed not to be walking around the show, and even more gutted that I wouldn’t be joining Brit Babes, Kd Grace, Lily Harlem Lexie Bay and Tabitha Rayne, or my lovely friends Cara Sutra, Ruby Kiddell, and Renee from Sh! for the awards meal, I was also resigned to the fact. I couldn’t sit down, let alone walk! Lying on my back was the only option!
Being looked after like my wonderful husband, who was a total star – even though it was his birthday and he had to carry me everywhere- I listened to everyone go off and party. It was very strange, and I confess, I was a bit down in the dumps.
Lexie, Tabitha, Kd, and Lily’s back!
jenny hendrix fucked by voodooWith a running commentary from Lily, Tabitha, Lexie and Kd via our mobiles, I was kept informed of events via the wonder of technology. But when the awards started I felt nothing- no tension or anything like I did last year when I was actually there. I can clearly remember how exciting it was in 2014- how much we cheered for Kd, and how we all danced for her. I have never been so proud of my friend in my life! It was a special moment I will never forget.
This year, cosy in my hotel robe, and with my lovely husband keeping me going with his constant support and supply of chocolate, it was like it wasn’t actually happening.
Then the moment for the author award came- and I had a tweet come through from the gorgeous Modesty Ablaze saying ‘Well done’- I was confused. Then Lucy Felthouse texted me, saying ‘Congratulations’ – I had won. I was 200 yds away- and couldn’t hear any of the music, or the applause, or see my name on the stage, or anything- but I’d done it. I’d won something! Oh course, I hadn’t heard from the girls who’d been texting me- they were all on stage collecting my award for me!
This took a while to sink in. I never win things. I have been second for everything all my life. This is not something I worry about- I work hard, and that’s all that counts- but this time I’d won.
Immediately FB and Twitter went crackers- photos of the Brit Babes collecting the award for me, partying for me, and singing my praises (I love those girls!) came though to me. And I just lay there asking my husband if I was hallucinating on the drugs!
An hour later I got a text from Kd- she had my award and was on her way to the hotel!! Well, you can imagine! I SO wanted to see her and that award- I had to see it was real! So with more help from lovely Dr J, I got dressed, and headed slowly to the foyer, just in time to see Kd and her husband arrive. Forgive the next photo- I am not looking at my best!!
A poorly Kay with Kd Grace
Unable to stand for long, I was soon back in bed, and more acceptable photos were taken!
So it was real! After a lifetime of winning nothing, I’d won- and missed the party! That is SO me!! However- what is more important is –
1.- I have the most amazing friends in the world, who supported me big time.
2- My husband is the most patient man in the universe.
3- I can walk. (HUGE thanks to the staff at Worcester A&E- you were wonderful)
4- I have one hell of an alternative ETO tale to tell!
5- And call me petty, but I beat E L James!!! (That shouldn’t make me happy, but it does! We all have our flaws!!)
One of the advantages with not being there, is I’ve had time to think of what I would have said, if I had gone to collect my award. Of course, in reality I’d have been tongue tied, but if possible- I’d have said this-
“Erotica is in danger of dying. It has been taken over by a whole host of pseudo erotica. If you want to read well written erotica- actual erotica, not hot romance- (which I have nothing against at all, except for the fact it is called erotica when it isn’t)- then it is out there. Look at the Brit Babes work- look at Justine Elyot, Janine Ashbliss, Ashley Lister…and many many more It’s out there- it’s well written, it is intelligent, it has real storylines- all you have to do is look for it.”
I’ll leave you in peace now! Please accept my hearty thanks if you voted for me. Also- a big thank you to the ETO for running such a fab event.
Last of all- thank you Brit Babes and the Brit Babes Street Team- what would I do without you all!
2014 Awards with Kd Grace
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Happy reading,
Kay xxx
PS- please forgive the awful punctuation etc – still dosed on painkillers and not 100% concentrating!
June 25, 2015
Release Blitz from Cleis Press: Vanilla to Kink, the Sultry and the Sordid
Vanilla to Kink, the Sultry and the Sordid
New series editor Laura Antoniou has selected the best of the best short stories of lesbian erotica in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015. Featuring erotic encounters of all kinds, from the allure of first glance to the reawakened passions of established relationships, each piece is overflowing with lust and pleasure. Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 brings sex in the cyber-age, lusty backstage rendezvous, mythological encounters, and a taste of leather—all between two covers. Dubbed “an elegant stylist of erotica” by writer Pat Califia, Antoniou has gathered stories of varied style and theme, and brought them into one cohesive—and sexy—anthology that will spark your fantasies.
“One of the wonders of Best Lesbian Erotica is the range of women depicted in these stories. What unites this disparate group of folks is desire and hot sex. Since this is a Best Of anthology, there’s really no such thing as a bad story here.”
—Erotica Revealed
Here’s a HOT extract for you!!
Excerpt from
Andro Angel
by Deborah Jannerson
By the end of the next song, we were kissing. At first, she was so gentle that it teased me, and I moaned a little as I pushed my mouth against hers. She chuckled but didn’t stop, pressing her hand against my lower back as our kisses grew desperate. I sucked on her lower lip, aching below the waist. She brushed my hair away from my face, then, much to my body’s chagrin, turned slightly away.
I had been dimly aware that my new crush was part of a group. They’d been hanging in a haphazard cluster in the middle of the floor, wing-womaning each other as they checked out the scene and danced up the guests around them. It wasn’t until we came up for air, though, that I realized the friend nearest to us was the Nylon Angel. As if on cue, she leaned over to my Andro Eagle and said something I couldn’t hear, then leaned farther. Their lips met, and both pairs of eyes went to me.
Oh.
Nylon and I each put an arm around each other as she moved into our space. Eagle watched, rapt, as I kissed her girlfriend’s made-up cheek. I can tease too. Slowly, slowly, I moved in for my second first kiss of the night. Nylon had softer, fuller lips, but she didn’t waste time being coy. Her tongue played with mine as our mouths got warmer and wetter, melting together like two parts of a whole.
But for once, I wasn’t one of two parts—I was one of three.
I grabbed the cloth of Eagle’s tank, over her belly, and pulled her in closer.
Her mouth joined with ours. As you might imagine, it was a bit awkward, because I had never kissed two people at once before, but that didn’t keep it from being hot. I gave them several brief pecks to start, then focused on each of them in turn until I lost track of who was who. It didn’t seem to matter. I had these two sexy creatures licking my lips and caressing my shoulders, and I wished I had a wall to lean on. I was still nearly sober, but the couple made me so dizzy that standing felt like work.
“Shall we get out of here?” Nylon murmured, reading my mind. Eagle grinned in approval; all I could do was nod.
When Carmen and I had talked about my interest in threesomes, she had seemed puzzled by my desire to be the third party. “Don’t you want to wait until you have a girlfriend who’s into it? Then you could go prowling together. With a couple, you’d be the odd girl out.”
I saw her point, but the idea of playing with a couple had always been the sexiest to me. Maybe it was because I didn’t want a girlfriend just then, or maybe it was the reassurance that if it didn’t go well, I never had to see them again, but my fantasy felt like something deeper, something I couldn’t name. As excited as I was, I couldn’t help but shoot Carmen a smug look when we passed her and Myka huddled at the bar. Nylon and Eagle were on either side of me, holding my hands as we walked briskly to the door. No odd girl out here.
We talked for the whole drive to the hotel, and not small talk either. We talked about sex. We had all been tested recently (woo-hoo, responsible adults!) but would still be using condoms with toys—and as it turned out, we all liked our toys. Nylon shared that she didn’t like being touched on her stomach, and I mentioned my passion for having my thighs played with. As soon as I said it, Eagle reached over and put a hand on my leg over my jeans, without ever taking her eyes off the road. That turnoff couldn’t come soon enough…
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About the Editor
Laura Antoniou authored the well-known Marketplace series of erotic novels. She has also edited the groundbreaking Leatherwomen anthologies and writes scholarly work on BDSM. Her work has been translated into Spanish, German, Hebrew, Japanese, and Korean. Recently, Antoniou won the Rainbow book award for her mystery The Killer Wore Leather. She lives in Queens, in New York City.
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June 23, 2015
Gratis: Summer Fling, Tiny Teasers
Today I’m delighted to be able to tease you with a tiny taster from the introducing paragraph of all seven of the sexy stories within the fourth- and last- Gratis Anthology. The perfect beach read- completely free as a download- Summer Fling is guaranteed to hit the spot…
Gratis : Summer Fling, First paragraphs
Bringing Angels to Life by Chloe Thurlow
A man in a navy blue suit with a pink handkerchief in the breast pocket strolled late one evening into Cavaliere, the restaurant in Knightsbridge where I was working as a waitress. He pointed at the window seat and studied me as I approached the table as if the menu were printed on the folds of my white blouse, the black skirt a pinch too tight, my legs in medium heels. He took the menu without opening it.
Isabelle’s Submissive July by Emily Tilton
Dan Larchner had a plan. He knew his plan would probably never come to fruition, nor did he think circumstances would ever arise in which he might ethically put it into action, but he had it, and he brought it out of his mental filing cabinet from time to time. He looked his plan over in his mind’s eye especially at his country club, when hours at the pool with his kids stretched out before him, and leafing through the plan’s imaginary pages could divert him for at least a few minutes.
A Day in Brighton by Hedonist Six
All my belongings are neatly packed into cardboard boxes, but all I feel is chaos inside.
The Fashion Model Diplomat by KM Dylan
If you read the latest chapter of my memoirs that published in the previous Gratis Anthology—New Beginnings—you may recall that the mayor of Bordeaux, Michel Leval, took compromising, explicit pictures of me with a concealed camera at the after party that followed my wedding. His intention in circulating these lurid snapshots of me was to derail my husband Victor’s chances of being elected president of France.
Dear Diary by M.J. Carey
Lynette’s Diary, July 2015
Dear Diary.
Andrew Macmillan is coming to work at our place, in high-rise construction safety. I’m sure he’ll remember me; being one of Kevin’s mates. I always liked him. I first met him the year after Emma was born, after I gave up climbing to manage base camp. The last time I saw him was at Kevin’s funeral. I think he was getting divorced. I’ll make a point of meeting him for coffee.
Marsala Sweet by Molly Synthia
Her hair was blonde, the kind of blonde that you only usually saw in movies about beaches and frat boys and college parties. It was straight, and it hung to just the top of the frilly white corset, which just covered her small but just about perfect breasts. The corset matched the stockings, pure white and extending from mid-thigh down to the tall white heels. The girl looked innocent, like a young bride on her wedding night, a bride who’d married right out of high school. At least she would have looked innocent if she wore normal panties. Instead, the little pink hooded clit above the soft pink slit was almost visible through a tiny strip of fabric so thin it was almost transparent. It made innocence more of an afterthought than a reality. Her face belied the innocence as well. Her lips were painted in a deep shade of red, and the dark eyeliner gave a sultry flare to her gaze that said a great many things that weren’t innocent at all.
Generation Game by Secret Narrative
It’s decaying. All decaying. I wonder in which of my decades I lost sight of my magnetism. Not in my forties. I spent the first week of my fourth decade in Amsterdam. Sex shows, peep shows, coffee shops and unlimited sex with my then partner. Addicted to each other and addicted to sex, we made the most of our mutual mojo in a long 69 of insatiable gobbling. When I turned fifty, he left me for a younger, blonder version of my forty-year-old self.
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Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
June 21, 2015
BDSM Bargain! The Perfect Submissive Boxed Set ONLY 99p or $1.57
My bestselling BDSM Trilogy, The Perfect Submissive Boxed Set is on special offer.
For the next 5 days, it is a Kindle Countdown Deal on Amazon.
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Containing 3 novels- The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, and Knowing Her Place– this boxed set tells the story of Miss Jess Sanders, whose life takes a dramatic turn after she begins working at the Fables Hotel, Oxford…
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Once you’ve finished the boxed set, don’t forget you can read the novella length finale to Miss Jess Sanders in The New Room
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Happy reading!
Kay xx
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