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March 17, 2015
Yes Ma’am: The Story Behind “Not Taking the Tube”
I am sure one of the most frequently asked questions that passes from the non-writer to the writer is, ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’
My answer is both predictable, and always the same. ‘From all around me.’ I say- ‘from everywhere.’
To give you an example…
I was stood one cool Saturday morning, with hundreds of others, on the platform of Moorgate Tube Station. There was breathing room only, and we were being advised via a barely audible Tannoy announcement, that it was going to take an average of 2 hours to get to Paddington Station by tube (normally a 20 minute run), so we should consider alternative transport.
You could feel the tension in the air, the anger was bouncing off the walls, and the language of stress was flying from many a commuter’s mouth. Mobile phones were being launched into life, as apologises were conveyed from those who were going to be very later for work to their employers etc- apart from those who couldn’t get a phone signal- I began to seriously fear for those individual’s blood pressure.
Watching all this from the comfortably resigned position of someone who has three hours before they have to catch their train home, I leant against the grubby grey wall of the station and considered my options. Perhaps, I thought, I should catch a bus.
As I continued to observe my fellow would be travellers, the seed of a plotline began to germinate in my mind. A small and undeniably attractive guard was doing her best, with infinite patience, to explain to the surging mass of commuters what was going on. Facing a barrage of abuse, she calmly carried on, letting all the anger directed at her slip away like water off a ducks back. But what if she snapped? What if her reserve broke…what would she do then?
There and then the story ‘Not Taking The Tube’ was born, a piece which quickly engendered five sister stories, which in turn became my S&M and BSDM based Fem Dom e-anthology Yes Ma’am.
I have never been so glad to be held up by a train!
Here’s a little extract for you…
…Opening his mouth to complain, he found a slim finger pressed over his lips. “Sir, I did not make the tube points fail.” Her voice was perfectly calm. He could smell the dusty claustrophobic atmosphere on her skin as she slowly moved the single digit across his lips making his pulse match his inflated blood pressure. “Nor did I decide to mess up the lighting system. And I certainly didn’t decide that today would be the perfect day to start renovation on the Circle Line.”
His breath rattled in his throat, and yet the presence of her finger somehow prevented him from speaking. It would have been easy to push her away, but the diminutive figure had taken a step forward, and her chest, neat, firm, and encased in a regulation navy shirt and tank top, felt unexpectedly arousing next to his stomach.
“Now, sir, if you go on stressing like this, then you’ll have a heart attack or something. I suggest you allow me to assist you in lowering your tension levels.”
Rational thought was doing its best to communicate with him, telling him that a short dark skinned, incredibly self contained Underground official was unhooking the clasp of his belt. He wanted to rail and shout against the unfairness of delay. He wanted to push her away; shove her; punish her for being so fucking reasonable. He didn’t though; he merely watched as a dangerous smile grew at the corner of her lips.
For a split second time seemed to freeze, as if they were both considering what was about to happen. Then, the woman exploded.
With angry relish she whipped the leather belt from his trousers, dropped it and pulled open his fly so violently that a button came free and skittered across the floor. Gripping his balls through his trousers, she hissed, “You and all you “clever” types don’t even stop to think before you wade in with all your complaints.”
His jaw fell open as she massaged his balls with painful squeezes. It was as if all the weeks and months of unjust dealings had snapped inside her in one go…
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You can buy Yes Ma’am- complete with it’s brand new cover- from…
Happy reading,
Kay xx
March 15, 2015
Yes Ma’am Gets a New Look!!
In 2012 I wrote a collection of stories called Yes Ma’am. To this day, it remains amongst the favourites of all the anthologies I’ve written, and I am delighted that it has now been given a fresh new cover!!
Check it out!!
A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.
Lying in Wait – Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…
Black – He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to. Why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control around him. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself…
Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret. When her friend Claire asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed, it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfolded, and ready for Ali to do whatever she likes with. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.’
“Don’t You Emma” – In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover Daisy arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl who, it seems, can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…
Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she realises her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt…
Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her. He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want saving. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this….
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Available from Xcite, Amazon UK, Amazon US and all good Kindle and eBook suppliers.
Reviews
“Each story in this anthology is brilliantly written, deliciously twisted and very, very erotic… get a copy of Yes Ma’am into your hot little hands and prepare for some seriously sexy stories that’ll blow your mind (and other places). Recommended.” Erotica For All
“Take a walk on the wicked side with this collection of light BDSM stories… These stories are like little bursts of heat.” – Coffee Time Romance
“Kay is a talented writer, with an easy and saucy style… If a little BDSM or power play gets you going, tuck in with Yes Ma’am.” – For Books’ Sake
“Overall this was a great collection of short stories empowering the females and allowing them to show their dominant side. It’s nice to see the females as the Mistress rather than the submissive.” – Heather Brewer
“Overall, each of the six were very well written and professional – I enjoyed them all on some level. If you’re a fan of FemDom stories, I would recommend this collection on the strength of “Don’t You, Emma?” and particularly “Dear Claire” alone. Spanks for the memories!” – BDSM Book Reviews
‘There are six femdom tales in this anthology, six tales of women taking control and the men who submit before them. All-in-all a short tasty treat. ~Lying in Wait~Cadet Luke Porter is a screw up. He ends up getting a lesson from three females as they push him beyond his limits. This is my favorite of the six stories. Gotta love the military…’ A Voracious Reader
March 11, 2015
A Trilogy Plus One!! The Perfect Submissive is Back!- GET THE TRILOGY FOR FREE
I have written over 100 erotica stories over the last ten years. From pieces of flash fiction, to short stories, novellas, novels and a trilogy, I have done pretty much everything you can think of to my hundreds of characters, in a huge variety of places, with the assistance of a massive range of equipment- usually fashioned from everyday objects.
Of all my twisted plotlines, those that weave together to make up The Perfect Submissive Series, are amongst my favourites- and so I was delighted when Xcite asked me to write a novella length addition to the original trilogy- The New Room.
To celebrate this new release you can get the entire The Perfect Submissive Trilogy Boxed Set for FREE today!!! So why not snap it up, and then treat yourself to a trip into The New Room afterwards!
(The novels The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, and Knowing Her Place can all be purchased separately in paperback or as e-books as well as together in the e-boxed set)
Blurb- The Perfect Submissive Boxed Set
Hidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests. When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education. Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine. Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by enigmatic artist, Sam Wheeler, Mrs Peters plans how she can secure his obedient assistance, in moulding Jess into the perfect submissive…
No sooner had Jess Sanders accepted and embraced her role as submissive however, that Mrs Peters, informs her, and Miss Sarah, that they have been loaned to The Retreat, hidden away in the remote glens of Scotland. Suddenly, Jess finds herself caught in an erotically mind- bending, fairytale experience at the hands of the cruel David Proctor, and his staff.
Desperate to leave The Retreat, and return to her submissive position at Fables Hotel, Jess finds herself trapped and collared by Proctor, who wants to keep her for himself. Wearing a collar of obedience to master she despise, Jess is informed by Proctor, that if she wants to see Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah, and the Fables hotel again, and have the hated collar removed, she will have to go on a very specialised quest.
With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, the submissive is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England.
With no idea what or who awaits her at each stop, all Miss Jess Sanders can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to the Fables Hotel, where she truly knows her place…
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And then – just when Jess Sanders though she could relax, Mrs Peters gets the builders in…
Blurb- The New Room
Miss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotels adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.
With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the new room.
Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and with the assistance of her colleagues, Lee and Sam, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for…at freezing temperatures.
With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond…
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If you would like to pick up your FREE copy of The Perfect Submissive Boxed Set, you can find it here…
And you can buy The New Room from all good e-retailers, including…
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
March 7, 2015
Guest Post from Cleis Press: Alison Tyler’s Book-Bundle Blog Tour!
Today I’m sharing some delicious extracts with you from the brilliant Alison Tyler’s collection of BDSM anthologies. (Published by Cleis Press)
Wrapped Around Your Finger by Alison Tyler
Excerpt from Chapter 4: Wonderful Tonight
“Payment,” he said again, forcing my focus back on him. “Payment starts tomorrow night.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m taking you to dinner with several of the partners. You’ll have to be on your very best behavior.”
I sat up straighter. Jack and I rarely socialized with the people he worked with. This was something new. “We’re going to pass you around the table…” Jack continued.
New and terrifying I should add.
I was already trained better than to say, “You’re going to what?” But the words were in my head.
“I know you want to,” Jack said. “I’m only going to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true.”
“What fantasies?” I had to ask. What did Jack think my fantasies were?
“We’ll have the big back room at the restaurant,” Jack said. “When we arrive, you’ll strip down and get on your knees. I want you to service each man there.”
“Service?”
“With your mouth, baby. With your mouth. I want you to suck them all until they’re rock hard and ready. Your mouth is so sublime. I feel guilty that I’ve been so greedy with you. I should have been sharing this whole time. When the men experience that wet heat on their Johnsons, well. There’s no saying what will happen. I’ll have to take charge, to make sure they go slow. Then we’ll really see what you’re good for.”
Was Jack fucking with me? I couldn’t find my voice, couldn’t figure out where to look. Jack’s eyes were giving me no clear message. I sensed no level of teasing now. I stared down at the plate.
“And then?” I managed to ask, directing my query more to my food than to Jack.
“You want me to tell you everything, don’t you?”
I nodded. I could feel the throb in my sex. My clit was swollen, my pussy sodden. I wouldn’t have thought that those words would have turned me on so much. But Jack was spelling out desires I had never confronted in the past.
“We’ll spread you out on the table, and we’ll go to work. One man will eat your cunt while you suck another’s cock. We’ll get you so you don’t know if you’re coming or going. You won’t know which way is up. By the end, Sam, you’ll be this mess of longing, and we’ll take you exactly where you need to go.”
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Twisted Edited by Alison Tyler
Excerpt from “Love to Hate” by Molly Moore
The cuffs are tight on my wrists and ankles, and when I pull on them I can hear the distinctive sound of chains. The room is silent but for that, and I lie there behind the dark of the blindfold playing with my own bonds. Pulling and twisting, making them talk to me. Their voice fits perfectly into my darkness, and despite knowing I’m here in this room, my mind slips to dungeons, guards and an evil captivity.
I’m happy here in this place, naked, vulnerable and blind. I wait for you, knowing you will come for me. For now my mind draws pictures for me, of who you are, and why you have me here like this. I know I should be scared of the unknown and ashamed of my nakedness, but then I have never been very good at what I should be; why should chains and darkness and an electric fear change that now?
My body aches. I am glad of the moment’s respite from your abuse and yet I miss you already. My playful toying with the chains soon turns to a restful impatience. I hate waiting, I hate being left. I hate not knowing. I hate being played with. I live for this hate and the way you make me face my darkness. I love my hate. It is a passion.
The sound of the whip still rings. My body twitches at the memory of the split ends trailing their evil kisses across my breasts leaving bright red welts in their wake. I moan at the memory, and I crave more. I know the heat between my thighs betrays my love of the hate.
You’re silent in your approach, and I’m so lost in my own body and mind that it’s not until I feel the bed shift under your weight that I know you’re back. Without a thought of the consequences words of admonishment spit from my mouth….
“Don’t leave me like this. Just do what you want with—”
The rest is muffled by your hand, words of venom and anger lost into your grip and silenced completely by your soft gentle, “Shhhh.” My tongue flicks out, tasting your palm; tentative at first, then with increasing greed until I am suckling on the soft flesh at the base of your thumb. I feast on you, my mouth consuming anything that you’re willing to give.
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The Big Book of Bondage edited by Alison Tyler
Excerpt from “Meltdown” by Jax Baynard
I followed Morgan into the game room and he stood at the appointed spot. I got the restraints and latched them around his wrists, one at a time, being rougher than I needed to be about it. He let me manhandle him, watching my face.
“How are you, Faith?” he asked softly, and now he did sound concerned. That wasn’t my name, just the one I’d given him.
“Just ducky,” I said sarcastically and winched him up until his heels were off the floor.
I stalked to the rack on the wall. “Which one?”
He pointed with his chin to the one at the end.
“This one?” I asked, touching it, wanting to be sure of his choice. I stroked the leather handle, remarkably soft and shaped more or less like a phallus.
“Yes,” he said calmly.
It was a twelve-strand plaited Australian stock whip made of kangaroo hide, a working job. Serious. I could do a lot of damage with it if I wasn’t careful. Rage boiled up inside me, a black wash, coloring everything. “You are really pushing your fucking luck,” I said through my teeth. He flipped his wrists so that he was holding the restraints instead of them holding him. I wondered if his arms were already starting to ache. He smiled at me, feral, a look I had never seen before on his civilized face, and I snarled. “You asked for it,” I said and moved around behind him.
I snapped the whip a couple of times, limbering up, trying to think calmly. What was he after? If I knew what it was I could either give it to him or not, my choice. But I didn’t know, and the anger and the hurt running beneath it, the hurt I was trying frantically to stay on top of, made it impossible to think rationally. So I hit him. Despite my threats, I pulled a few punches. I pulled all of them, actually, practicing restraint as a cautionary measure. After a minute or two he said conversationally,
“You probably deserved it.”
“What did you just say?” I asked.
“You heard me,” he said, which, of course, I had.
“You shouldn’t have said that.” I saw him brace himself. Then I hit him, again and again, until his back was a mass of red welts, until my arm ached and instead of every strike being smooth, they fell rough and unaccomplished across his back and ass and thighs. He did not protest. He did not say anything. He barely moaned…
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About the Author/Editor
Alison Tyler has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies, and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like Twisted, Bound for Trouble, and The Big Book of Bondage. In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com and alisontyler.blogspot.com
Purchasing Links:
Wrapped Around Your Finger: A Story of Submission by Alison Tyler
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wrapped-around-your-finger-alison-tyler/1118624201?ean=9781627780636
http://www.cleispress.com/book_page.php?book_id=621
Twisted: Bondage with an Edge edited by Alison Tyler
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/twisted-alison-tyler/1115832496?ean=9781627780087
http://www.cleispress.com/book_page.php?book_id=591
The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint edited by Alison Tyler
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-big-book-of-bondage-alison-tyler/1111526265?ean=9781573449076
http://www.cleispress.com/book_page.php?book_id=512
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission
By Alison Tyler
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The Delicious Torment: A Story of Submission
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Wrapped Around Your Finger: A Story of Submission
By Alison Tyler
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Twisted: Bondage with an Edge
By Alison Tyler
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Alison Tyler has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies, and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like Twisted, Bound for Trouble, and The Big Book of Bondage. In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com and alisontyler.blogspot.com
March 6, 2015
OUT TODAY!! New Release: THE NEW ROOM- The Perfect Submissive Finale
Today’s the day!!!
The novella length finale to The Perfect Submissive Trilogy is available NOW!
Blurb- The New Room
Miss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotels adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.
With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the new room.
Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and with the assistance of her colleagues, Lee and Sam, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for…at freezing temperatures.
With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond…
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If you enjoyed The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, and Knowing Her Place, then you won’t want to miss this…
Available from-
Happy reading!
Kay xx
February 27, 2015
The Brit Babes – TITILLATING TITLE COMPETITION!!
Hello gorgeous readers!!
Today I have a message from Brit Babes Land. We have an amazing competition for you to enter – with some totally INCREDIBLE prizes, thanks to our lovely friends at Ann Summers.
WANT TO WIN SOME HOT SEX TOYS?
THE TITILLATING TITLE COMPETITION!!
Can you think of the perfect title for an erotic novel? The ideal name for a steaming story?
All you need to do to enter is make up the title of a book you’d really love to see written one day, and write it in the comments below alongside you email address. It really is as simple as that!!
The closing date is 17th March.
The winners will be chosen by a crack team of erotica writers. (US!!)
The overall winner, who suggests the title we like the most will win the Ultimate Rampant Rabbit Set from Ann Summers-
And the runner up will win the Noir Naughty Gift Set….
SO GET THOSE THINKING CAPS ON!!!
Good luck…
Love Kay and the Babes xx
February 22, 2015
FREE- A Sexily Romantic eBook Bundle- CORPORATE Kink
I’m delighted to be able to offer you (on behalf of Xcite- Cariad) a FREE read- or indeed 3 FREE reads in one sexy Corporate package!!
Not only can you read my novella, A Sticky Situation for FREE, but also two wonderful tales from fellow erotica writers Zara Stonely and Shanna Germain.
Here’s the blurb for A Sticky Situation to whet your appetite…
Blurb
If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.
Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.
Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…
Buy Links- FREE until 28th FEB-
ENJOY!!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
February 19, 2015
Not long now! Soon you’ll be able to enter ‘The New Room’
The New Room, my latest novella from Xcite, continues the story of Miss Jess Sanders, from where we left her at the end of Knowing Her Place, – the final book in The Perfect Submissive trilogy.
Out on 6th March.
IT IS AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW
Blurb
Miss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotel’s adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.
With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent-looking door to the new room.
Under the supervision of dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and with the assistance of her colleagues, Jess steps into the new room and quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for … and at freezing temperatures.
With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond…
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Pre-order links-
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If you haven’t encountered Jess on her journey from hotel booking clerk, to the Fables most skilled submissive, then this is the ‘perfect’ time to catch up! The entire trilogy is now, not only available as individual paperbacks or downloads, but also as a Kindle eBox Set!
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If you like your erotica dark, with a hint of romance, a flavour of BDSM, and a hint of spanking and rope play- then this collection is for you!!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
February 17, 2015
Guest Post from Lana Fox: Music and Cream
Today I am delighted to welcome Lana Fox to my site!
Over to you Lana…
Hi Kay, and thanks so much for inviting me to guest post! It’s a delight to be here.
I’m a big fan of music, so it was most enjoyable to write my new novel Cream: An Erotic Romance, which is about jazz singer Caroline Spence. In the novel, there is certainly a fetish for double cream on warm skin, but the title also speaks to Caroline’s smooth voice and the way her fans so ardently admire her.
I had a wonderful time writing Cream, and I’m not just talking about the tiramisu scene! For me, the novel’s soundtrack was also one of the many joys. Numbers like “Cry Me a River” and “My Baby Just Cares for Me” are central to Cream, as are the smoky performances that Caroline gives at the Cry River Club. (You can actually hear the Cream soundtrack on Spotify or via Go Deeper Press.)
Frankly, music is central to my whole life—as it is for so many of us. And it can teach us so much about erotica and romance. Of course, a sizzling sex scene isn’t only powered by the words a writer chooses, but also by the rhythms their language creates—the natural crescendos of sex and passion. As readers of erotica and romance will know, we need to really feel the rhythms of sex and/or desire in a story.
And how is a writer meant to help herself when dessert and music are both part of her novel? Let’s just say, I ate plenty of creamy dessert while playing Nina Simone….
Here’s the blurb for Cream:
Sultry jazz singer Caroline Spence has a penchant for smokier numbers—and, as it turns out, men of a similar temperament. So when the darkly dominant Marcus takes her on as his submissive, she surprises him by sharing his love of double cream, both in a bowl and on her body, as well as a passion for kink that could lose him his job.
Still, it turns out Marcus isn’t the only one who wants Caroline. The young, rich, and audacious Kyle could listen to her sing forever. Caroline soon finds out, however, that Kyle’s obsession has a dangerous side. But with his charm and smouldering good looks, she finds it easy to let him push her a little too far.
Two men. One siren.
And a challenge that changes her life.
And here’s an excerpt from the novel:
Here, Marcus has poured Caroline a bath. He has also brought up a glass of white wine for her, along with a terracotta jug of cold double cream:
“Now,” he said. “Are you ready for cream?”
“Cream, Sir?”
“Double cream,” he said. “Like your safe word. Get ready for some coolness on your back.”
Then he held the jug over me and poured. It was the most incredible sensation. Thick cream—the kind you whip into clouds—fell down my back, unctuous and cool. I moaned just to feel it, and I heard him moan, too. Then I felt his hands on my back, rubbing the cream into me, massaging my skin. I relaxed into it, aroused by the sensations, and asked, “What are you doing?” before quickly adding, “Sir?”
“Cream is a perfect reward,” he said, “and you’ve earned it, Miss Spence.” There was a heaviness in his voice—a lustful appreciation—as the cream swirled through the water and against my thighs. Then he rose to his feet and made me fall back into the bath before slowly pouring more of the cream over my chest. It splashed onto me and ran over my breasts in rivulets.
I gasped to feel the cool thickness pouring over my nipples, caressing them, chilling them, hardening them with pleasure.
I heard him unzip and when I looked up, he’d set down the jug and was producing his hard cock. “Rub it in,” he said, cock in hand, his voice faltering slightly with lust. “The cream.” He was breathless now. “Rub it…into your breasts.”
I did as he asked—and God, did I feel horny, my fingers rubbing voluptuous cream into my nipples and skin, while Marcus Sir breathed heavily above me, his hand jerking faster and faster on his cock.
“God, Miss Spence,” he said. “How many times can you make me come in one single night?” He moaned again, long and low. “This is a record.” His face seemed to pain with pleasure as his gaze swept down my body. “Rub the cream into your pussy, too,” he said.
The cream had trickled down my belly, so it was easy to arch my spine a little and rub the silken fluids into myself. Marcus Sir was jerking off crazily now, his teeth gritted, his eyes filled with the wildness of an orgy. I felt it, too—and just rubbing the cream into my clit was enough to bring me to the brink of climax. I rubbed harder and harder and he didn’t tell me to stop—just kept moving his hand faster until he stumbled forward, gasping, “I’ll cream your body, I’m going to…,” before coming over me in streams.
Against the coldness of the cream, the heat of his come felt warm, and I found this so deliciously dirty that I climaxed against my fingertips, bucking and bucking as the room spun and blurred. When I finally came down from the high, the bath water was a mess of spinning, clouding cream. I saw him above me, candlelight flickering over his features as he gently tugged at his still-hard cock. His gaze seemed to be filled with glistening amazement. “God, you,” he said. Then he repeated, “I knew you were extraordinary as soon as we met. But I never imagined you could make me lose control.”
I smiled, parted my lips, and sang the opening bars of The Mamas & The Papas’ “Dream a Little Dream of Me,” telling him that the stars were shining brightly, and the night breezes were whispering “I love you.” And when I sang those words—I love you—they didn’t seem out of place at all.
From Cream: An Erotic Romance by Lana Fox (Go Deeper Press)
E-book and print book are available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Cream-Erotic-Romance-Lana-Fox-ebook/dp/B00SU6HMVQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1422886160&sr=8-1&keywords=cream+lana+fox
Lana Fox
Lana’s bio:
Lana Fox is Co-Founder of Go Deeper Press, and is the author of Cream: An Erotic Romance (Go Deeper Press), Confessions of a Kinky Divorcee (Harper Collins’ Mischief), Paws Off My Bone! An Assertiveness Guide for Dogs and Their Owners (Go Deeper Press & Here Booky Booky), and the taboo Con, Book 1: You Can Play it Safe When You’re Dead (Go Deeper Press). Fox’s stories have appeared in numerous erotic collections, including Best Women’s Erotica 2015 among others. She is also the Editor of several Go Deeper Press anthologies, including Dirty Little Numbers, Femme Fatale, and Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame. An avid blogger, Fox’s articles appear at My Yoga Online, Spirituality & Health, Boston Magazine, Glo Magazine, and elsewhere. Fox was proud to be the 2012 Nonfiction Fellow at the Writers Room of Boston. Find her at godeeperpress.com and lanafox.com.
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Many thanks for coming by today Lana. Music plays a big part in my writing life as well. All of my novels have their own private theme tunes. We should produce the erotica writer’s playlist!!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
February 14, 2015
Delivering a Voyeur- Darker Romances for Valentine’s Day
I thought I’d share a double dose of darker romance with you today!!
First let’s tiptoe into the FFM world of The Voyeur…
Blurb
Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is in the process of making a reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper Clara Hooper.
Upon his willing slave’s bare backs, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.
But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And why is Mark getting mixed up with Anya’s previous employers at the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club- a place Anya was all too delighted to escape from?
In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again…
Extract
Anya had re-scanned all the emails that had flown across the invisible airwaves of the Atlantic between herself and Candice over the past few weeks. Having retreated to the bathroom to redo her lipstick and add a second layer of concealer to the bags under her eyes, Anya felt was as ready as she’d ever be to face the confident, ultra-efficient American PA over the video link.
Having checked the webcam was working properly, and that she was seated comfortably for the forthcoming exchange of information, Anya grabbed a final glance at the notes she’d made, and turned the conference call facility onto standby.
She was just tapping in the password she required to be patched through to the States when the office door opened and Mark and Clara walked in. Anya’s stomach twisted into a knot of lust as she regarded Clara in a skin-hugging Lycra catsuit, all scarlet and black; a combination which showed her figure off to perfection.
There was no point in protesting that she was about to take an important call; Mark already knew that. Why else would he have bought Clara in, dressed so provocatively, at that exact moment? Her boss was a game player extraordinaire, and he knew precisely how to press her buttons, and freak her out at the same time. Anya had known Fantasy 6 would have to be replayed – but she hadn’t expected it now; so soon after Fantasy 2.
So, Mark isn’t going to rerun his erotic fancies in order after all.
Mark said nothing as he gestured for Anya to rise while he pulled her chair from her desk. Clara, without prompting, crawled under the desk, and crouching uncomfortably, waited for Mark to speak.
Even as her boss pointedly announced the obvious imminent replay of Fantasy 6, Anya was ahead of him, vividly remembering what had happened last time she had been forced to carry out a telephone call with Clara’s head between her legs. This time it seemed she was going to have to endure all the gorgeous delights to come while communing with an audience who could not only hear her voice, but see her as well; and who must never know what was going on below the desk.
‘Roll up your skirt, take off your thong, and sit down. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the importance of opening your legs as wide as possible.’ Anya kicked off her shoes and obliged. ‘Quickly, girl, it’s time for your meeting to begin.’
As she sat, pulling in her chair as close to the desk as it would go without squashing Clara, Anya tried to steady her nerves. The video line rang, and Anya plastered a convincingly serene smile across her face.
‘How are you, Candice, all well over there?’ Anya felt pleased at how normal her voice sounded despite the knowledge that the woman she loved was curled up only inches from her naked pussy.
‘I’m great, thank you.’ Candice, as no-nonsense as ever, dived straight into the business of the day. ‘I’m pleased to say that the personnel alterations we’ve had this end seem to be an improvement, rather than the procedural nightmare that we both feared.’
Anya listened hard as Candice listed the strengths of the new employees and what she hoped they would bring to Parker Software as a whole. But as the minutes ticked by, and Clara hadn’t so much as breathed on her, Anya found her focus beginning to falter.
‘And if his impact so far is anything to go by, then I judge that Stuart Hopkirk will turn out to be the better of the new candidates to fulfil the transatlantic element of the sales force. He’s more of a “people person”, if you see what I mean?’ Candice emphasised her point by using her fingers to show the inverted commas around the statement that Anya had only partially heard.
Why hadn’t Clara done anything yet? Last time this had happened, her lover had been straight in with the action. That had been hard enough, trying to keep her tone business-like when Clara had been employing her mouth so expertly. This non-action was far worse. Anya was so braced for the feel of the first touch that she knew she was losing the thrust of what Candice was saying.
‘Anya, are you OK?’ Candice’s southern twang sounded genuinely concerned as her counterpart failed to answer a question.
‘Sorry, the screen broke up then for a bit,’ Anya rallied, not daring to glance in Mark’s direction, knowing he’d be annoyed at her lack of professionalism. ‘Could you repeat that one, please?’
‘Sure. I was saying that Hopkins will be over in the UK next month, so I’ll confirm dates with you once flights are booked. Mark should talk with him face to face. His ideas on company development are interesting.’
‘Of course. I’ll sort a meet and greet session in London as soon as you confirm timings.’
‘Excellent! Right, that just leaves us to sort Mark’s visit to the States in the summer. Are you coming with him this year? It would be great to meet you in person.’
‘I doubt it. I – owwww!’ Anya jumped as a sharp pair of teeth dug into her pussy. ‘Oh, do excuse me; I think I was just stung. Must be an insect in here or something.’
Candice’s eyes narrowed. She looked far from convinced, but was too professional and polite to do anything other than take Anya’s word for it.
Anya could feel a blush start to creep up her neck and tinge her cheeks pink as Clara continued to nibble her teeth over and around her mound, pulling back her labia with a sharp pressure which she knew could bring Anya off very quickly.
It was time to end this conference call, and quickly. ‘Well, my diary has the last four days of July pencilled in as a possible. How does that fit with you?’
Candice tapped a few buttons on the out of sight iPad Anya knew she was physically attached to, and looked up with an orthodontically enhanced, white toothed smile. ‘The 29th is out, but the four days prior to that are clear. Shall I book Mark in?’
Without even bothering to check those days were free in Mark’s calendar, Anya said, ‘That would be excellent.’ As Clara’s tongue and right hand joined in the exploration of her crotch, Anya pretended to write down the dates.
‘Anything else you require today, Candice?’ Anya squeezed her fingernails into her hidden palms, trying to deflect the need to wriggle her arse closer to Clara’s lips, which had begun to move even faster.
‘I think that just about concludes things. Thanks for your time, Anya.’
Issuing a smile of genuine relief as Candice bought things to a close, Anya felt Clara’s long fingernails began to delicately scrape the space below her clit. Her smile toward Candice froze for a split second as Clara then forcibly pushed a hand under Anya, shoving her butt upwards so her anus could be tickled.
‘One moment please, ladies.’ Mark strode across the room, and bent into the eyeline of the video link.
‘Good morning, Mark. I’m sorry; I hadn’t realised you were there.’ Candice’s face lit up, leaving no one in any doubt as to how attractive she thought the owner of Parker Software was.
‘I’ve just arrived, sweetheart.’ Mark oozed charm at Anya’s American associate. ‘Could you be an absolute star and give me a brief breakdown of sales figures for the last quarter your end?’
Anya could have cried as Clara’s digits increased their pace. As she struggled to keep her body still from the waist up, her arse squirmed and her shoulders tensed. She felt like some kind of sinister ventriloquist’s dummy as her upper body stiffened, a look which, at an executive level, could so easily be interpreted as lack of confidence, and therefore weakness. If she wasn’t careful Candice would be putting the word about that she was cracking up. Given half the chance, Anya knew she would be on the next plane to the UK, kicking her out, so she could work with Mark instead.
Gathering herself together, doing her best to blank out what was happening to her below desk level, Anya snapped back into PA mode. ‘Actually, that would be very helpful for me as well; but if you wish for some time to gather that information, then I am happy to schedule another call tomorrow?’
‘Well, I can help a little now.’ Candice addressed Mark rather than the PA. Normally Anya would have been offended, but today she was simply relieved to have the impetus taken away from her for a minute, so she could take the opportunity to lift her buttocks from the chair, allowing Clara easier access to her backside. Instantly, Clara shuffled a digit inside her anus, and Anya trapped her girl’s finger and right arm beneath her, successfully limiting the source of the sensually distracting motion around her groin.
Undetected, however, Clara’s left hand continued its adventure by running up Anya’s legs, dancing only the tips of her fingers over the exposed flesh, making Anya shiver, causing the inserted finger to burrow deeper into her backside.
As Candice and Mark discussed import and export figures, Anya found it harder to remain centred on them, her mind drifting more and more to the curled-up creature beneath the desk.
‘Can you confirm that for me please, Anya?’ Mark’s voice snapped Anya back to attention. She was suddenly convinced by the way he and Candice were staring at her that this was at least the second time he’d asked her that question.
She knew there was no point in bluffing; they were both too shrewd for that. ‘I’m sorry, I allowed myself to be distracted. Can you repeat that, please?’
‘Sorry, Anya, I don’t have the time.’ Mark was brusque, and he turned his face back to the video link, treating Candice to his most disarming smile, ‘I must apologise for my PA’s behaviour, Candice. This unsatisfactory situation will be cleared up. Do you have time for another link meeting tomorrow?’
‘Certainly Mark, about 3 p.m.?’
Anya bristled silently, noticing that Candice hadn’t even referred to her diary, and privately hoped she’d find she was already busy and would have to reschedule, and therefore embarrass herself.
‘I’ll speak to you then. Many thanks, Candice; until tomorrow.’ Mark clicked off the link, and the room went deadly quiet…
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Available in paperback or as an e-book, The Voyeur can be purchased from-
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I hope you enjoyed that- here’s another extract for you- this time, we’re entering the MF world of Not Her Type, and my kinky delivery man…
Blurb
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…
In deference to Valentine’s Day and its romantic connections I will let you into a secret- Not Her Type is a love story. Shush…don’t tell anyone. Kay Jaybee- writing a love story!! My reputation as a producer of bondage smut will be forever dented!!
Fear not however, for throughout the c.28,000 words of this novella, S&M sits hand in glove with the underlying romantic streak. For this is a love story that neither Jenny nor John see coming- or indeed wanted- at first at least…
Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).
Here’s a tasty little extract for you…
Conveniently forgetting that she didn’t like the feel of stubble against her skin, Jenny relished the burn of his unshaven face grazing her, scraping her cheeks as their lips and teeth clashed together.
Her head buzzed, and her nipples were tickled by his chest hairs, and Jenny began to feel as if she were overdosing on desire. She badly wanted to slow everything down but, at the same time, she needed to go faster. She wasn’t far from climax, and the mere idea of their illicit situation was enough to send Jenny to the very edge of orgasm.
Recognizing how close she was, John shoved his customer’s knickers unceremoniously to her ankles. “I want to see you on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
Sinking against the carpet as instructed, Jenny’s breathing snagged as she heard the sharp rip of a condom packet being opened. Seconds later, Jenny found her courier’s thick cock sliding into her from behind. She was about to tell him how fantastically full she felt when John wiped all coherent thought from Jenny’s head by jamming his thumb up her arse.
Nuzzling his mouth against Jenny’s neck, John thrust against her, holding her hips as they frantically moved together. Trembling, Jenny’s knees began to buckle, and her elbows quaked. Seeing she was about to collapse to the floor, John eased out of her body, and flipped her onto her back, before plunging his dick inside her again. She clung onto his tattooed arms (ignoring her lifelong aversion to body art), relishing in the glorious warmth of her orgasm, as he shot his spunk into her naked body……. “How did I not see that coming? How bloody naïve have I become? Jenny wondered. Shit, I don’t even know if he’s single…It’s been so long since I had a quick fuck. Too long…Hell, now I want another one, and soon. Damn.”
Running upstairs to her bedroom, Jenny stripped off her hastily donned clothes and stared critically into the full-length mirror. “Do I look different? No, my arms are still a touch too flabby, my backside a little too big, and my skin too pale.”
She felt different though. A bit like the girl she used to be, when she’d been a student. When she’d been braver.
As Jenny carried on staring at her reflection, she allowed her hands to trace the outline of her body, a body that was already infused with the heady aftershocks of being totally seen to. Flashbacks of her past assailed her. Things she’d consigned to the back of her mind and nailed up into a little box, never to be opened again—parts of her life that she had long since given up on.
Losing all concept of time as she stood there, naked, still able to feel the mark of his fingers on her flesh, Jenny shook her head, trying to dismiss the memories that her body’s unscheduled reawakening had brought to the surface. She wondered just how many customers John had seduced with those dangerous eyes. How many other sets of fingertips had tripped lightly over the Japanese-styled characters tattooed on his muscular arms?
“Let’s face it,” she spoke sternly to her reflection, “that was just a one-off. Next week he’ll just want a quick coffee as usual.” Doing her best to pull herself together, Jenny unhooked her wrap from the back of her bedroom door. Heading to the shower, her wits were a tattered mass of contradictions—the elation she felt from the astounding sex was at odds with the very clear proclamation that was niggling at the back of her head. “Jenny honey, he just isn’t your type. He isn’t even close!”
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A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…
Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!
Why not treat yourself to a Valentines gift and find out the answers to those questions by kinking up your kindle, adding passion to your PC, or treating yourself to the paperback…
Buy links
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184
http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184
Happy Valentine’s reading everyone!!
Kay xxxx
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