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January 1, 2015
Looking Back at 2014 Part 1: Beating the Fear- and Sweating a Bit
I hope you’ve had a wonderful Christmas, and are looking forward to a wonderful 2015.
As usual, the start of a New Year always makes me look back at the one just past. SO much has happened!! Tomorrow I’ll be looking back at my writing year- today however, I’m raising a glass to a friend who in 2014- literally- saved my butt!!
Any of you who follow my blog will know that for my New Years resolution for 2014 (okay I’m asking a lot for you to remember last January!)- was that I was to try and be just a little bit braver. I would be the first to admit that I haven’t done many things in my life that I’d really like to have tried because, frankly, I was scared, lacked the confidence, and have big shyness issues. (Yes- really!)
My biggest fear of all is ‘the gym’- in fact, anything sports related. Like at least half of the children of High School age, I wasn’t very good at sport. I was the child that got picked last for teams, was teased by staff and students alike, and belittled. Every single minute of my daily hour of PE was pure humiliating hell. Okay- so that was a long time ago now- but bullying of any sort casts a long shadow.
The consequence of this is that I have never set foot in a gym, and have had major panic attacks each time I’ve attempted to join any exercise class. I tried a yoga class last year. The teacher was great, I went with a good friend- I felt well out of my depth, but I survived- but then I cried for 4 hours straight afterwards and never went back.
Every time I get close to trying to join in with anything exercise based I just fall to pieces. Mother Nature however, had obviously had enough of me wimping out, because in December 2013 she decided to take matters into her own hands and give me a medical reason for having to go to a gym. I won’t bore you with the details, but basically, my butt muscles don’t work properly- somewhat ironic for an erotica writer perhaps!!!
It took me weeks and weeks to get up the courage to even take up the invitation from my lovely friend Topsy, who runs a local gym, to even visit and just look around. Then it took another month for him (and myself) to slowly build up my own confidence to do more than look. Then, last May I went- I did it- for ten minutes only, with Topsy looking after me- I went to the gym. I went on the treadmill, I went on the cycle- and I did it. I didn’t cry, I didn’t panic, and I didn’t run away.
This probably sounds feeble to you- but to me this is a major achievement. Not only did I overcome a fear that has haunted me since I was 11 years old, but after several months of hard work, it means that I feel so much better. Not just physically, but mentally as well.
While I will never be a sporty person, (nor would I want to be), it no longer terrifies me! Not only that, but I’ve made some lovely new friends, always have a laugh- even when I’m being tied into some knots which Miss Sarah from The Perfect Submissive would be proud of!! She would certainly endorse Topsy’s P.A.L technique- Pain Assisted Learning!!!
I think it’s only fair to say that Topsy has, not only been kindness itself, but has- quite literally- saved my butt in 2014!!
So after that major life change, what will be my New Year’s Resolution this year? Well- I’ll probably be pushing it- but I am going to attempt to learn the art of saying ‘No’…. That is going to be one hell of a challenge!!!!
Happy New Year lovely reader friends- come back tomorrow for a round up of my writing year.
Happy reading
Kay xxxxx
December 30, 2014
OUT NOW – Brit Boys: On Boys
Brit Boys: On Boys is a collection of 8 M/M novellas written by 8 top British M/M authors. This smokin’ hot box set is initially available at the bargain price of 99c/99p, that’s a steal for 147,000 words/440 pages of unforgettable M/M erotic romance that will leave your eReader, and you, burning up.
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Brit Boys: On Boys
From east to west and north to south, these British boys are having a blast in and out of the bedroom with the men of their dreams. They’re topping and bottoming from London to Cardiff, living out fantasies in the wildest fells and hooking up while serving HRH Queen Elizabeth II.
With passion and lust the name of the game, nothing is off limits. Throw in honed muscles, high-strength testosterone and an accent to die for and there is nothing they can’t do and no one they can’t get in this world or another.
Bodywork
By Ashe Barker
Alex is doing okay. His body repair shop makes enough to live on, he has a decent apartment, life is fine. That all changes when he runs into Graham in a supermarket car park – literally. He offers to fix the damage to Graham’s car free of charge. The sparks soon fly, and the heat between them has nothing to do with welding equipment.
Breaking the Marine
By M.K. Elliott
Brandon Rosen hadn’t planned for his final night before enrolling in the Royal Marines to involve a hot stranger and a pub car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned for that same hot stranger to turn up at the barracks in the form of his Drill Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In the testosterone fuelled environment of the training camp, can Brandon and Will overcome past pains and face up to what they really want? Or will the Royal Marine Commando School break their relationship before it even gets started?
Love on Location
By Lucy Felthouse
When Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he’s expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they’re drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?
Landscapes
By K D Grace
Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?
The Chase
By Lily Harlem
Steve’s killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.
Dish of the Day
By Clare London
Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster – until his friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.
E2
By Sarah Masters
When Archie meets Dan after The Change, he realises there is no such thing as a random meeting of soul mates, it’s all mapped out in the stars. Now all he’s got to do is hope those orbiting planets stay in alignment and true love finds him again.
Locked Out
By Josephine Myles
Getting accidentally locked out of his hotel room on Valentine’s Day night is embarrassing enough for teacher Martin Cooper, but the fact he’s stark naked makes it even worse. It doesn’t help that the one person he runs into is Rod, the gorgeous man he’d been checking out earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod offers Martin a refuge, the night heats up. Now if only Martin could get the hang of this seduction business…
Awesome British M/M Authors
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If you enjoy Brit Boys: On Boys then please leave a review and tell all your friends. Happy reading.
Kay xx
December 29, 2014
BDSM Blast- Peep at The Voyeur
I thought you might like a spot of BDSM today- and what better way to share some of my trade mark harder core erotica, than with a teaser from my threesome erotic psychological romance, The Voyeur, which is currently on special offer at only £1 or $1.56
Review by Erotica For All-
“This is, simply put, Kay Jaybee’s best work to date. It’s imaginative, kinky, sexy and keeps you guessing throughout. So if you’re looking for a well-written, BDSM packed novel with lots of straight and lesbian sex, then you should definitely check out 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…
It won’t surprise you to know that The Voyeur has a Brit Babes rating of…
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-
Happy reading!
Kay xx
December 26, 2014
New E-Reader for Christmas? Kink it up!
I hope you had a truly wonderful Christmas!!! If you’re like me, you are probably still feeling full up from all that gorgeous food!! I did try and resist the chocolates, pate, cheese, more chocolate….Naturally I failed- but it was all SO delicious!
If you were one of the many lucky folk who had a new e-reader for Christmas, then here are a few kinky suggestions to get it warmed up nicely!! I’ve been kind and started with a gentle (ish- this is my stuff after all!)- before moving on to the extra hot OUCHY stuff!!
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 he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidentally split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
Buy links
Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Sticky.../dp/B00L4N4JZE/ref=sr_1_13…
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Blurb
As site supervisor on an archaeological dig, in the grounds of the Ancient Roman city of Leptis Minus in Tunisia, Dr Beth Andrew’s hands are well and truly full. Her first foreign excavation, which she co-runs with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!
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If you are still feeling festive- why not check out, Christmas Kink?
Blurb
What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the presents?
Kay Jaybee’s Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into five individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…
Buy Links
Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GI2DDQM
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Quick Kink One and Two
Blurbs
Quick Kink One recounts bite-sized erotic tales of dominance, submission and bondage, as well as instruction, voyeurism and romantic lust.
From the unusual use of a dictionary (A Delivery of Words), the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist (Bastet), and the after hours indulgences of the staff recreating life in a strictly run Victorian manor house (Through the Crack), to the tale of an intensely sexy female threesome (Routine), Quick Kink 1 provides twelve delicious fixes of straight, bi, and lesbian fantasy.
Quick Kink Two satisfies the reader with twelve bite-sized erotic tales of lust, master and servant domination and submission, bondage, instruction and voyeurism.
From the full-on experience of a journalist at an S&M wedding (The Bride Wore Rubber), to the power games of a mistress and her four willing slaves (Just As She Says), to the private, but instantly sexy adventures of a woman awaiting her part-time lover (Secret Smile), Quick Kink Two provides a tempting dose of straight, bi, and lesbian fantasy.
Buy Links
QK1
QK2
iTunes
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/quick-kink-one/id544257476?mt=11&uo=4
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/quick-kink-two/id544238042?mt=11&uo=4
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Blurb
Take Control is a collection of toe-curlingly sexy tales of bondage and female submission from the pen of best-selling writer Kay Jaybee. From the spankingly delicious Dinner With Tess to a Staged public sex fantasy, an unforgettable alfresco hosing in Deluged, a kinky scientific Experiment, and the realisation of a long-held threesome fantasy in The Necklace, Take Control offers five bite-sized stories that will satisfy any lover of quality erotica.
Buy links
Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HYI8BHA
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HYI8BHA
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Equipment
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.
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 she 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 toy play plus the fun of threesomes, each of the couples in Equipment, gets far more than they bargained for…
Buy Links
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Equipment-Other-Stories-Group-Erotica-ebook/dp/B0096DL33A
All Romance- https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-equipmentandotherstories-932970-144.html
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If short stories aren’t for you, how about getting your teeth into a trilogy?
The Perfect Submissive (Book 1)
Blurb
Hidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.
When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.
Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.
Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…
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The Retreat (Book 2)
Blurb
It’s been six months since Jess Sanders allowed herself to accept that the role of submissive on the exclusive adult entertainment floor of the Fables Hotel was a job she was born to do. Now Jess’s boss, Mrs Peters, informs her, and the resident dominatrix, Miss Sarah, that they have been loaned to one of her clients, who wishes to start an adult retreat, hidden away in the remote glens of Scotland. Suddenly, Jess has to come to terms that she might not be as perfect a submissive as she had been led to think – especially when her new boss implies that she may not be returning to Fables after all…
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Knowing Her Place (Book 3)
Blurb
With her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford.
Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, its owner, David Proctor, isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck.
With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. With no idea what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.
To the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.
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I hope this selection has given you plenty of inspiration! Don’t forget all my work is available on download- just check out the Kobo store, ITunes and Amazon!
Happy reading,
Kay xxx
December 25, 2014
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!!
Just zipping by to wish you all a
VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS
Lots of love, Kay xxxxxxxxxxx
December 22, 2014
Cupboard Lust!!!
It’s time for me to pop the lid back on my pen for the year, so I thought I’d nip by to wish you all a Happy Christmas, and leave you with a little of my BDSM short story collection, Tied to the Kitchen Sink, to keep you going!
BLURB- Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen sinks’ taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s lair, by the tempting lyrics of a truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishists supply cupboard, the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sinks’ kinky S&M and BDSM action, find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.
One of the elements of writing erotica that I enjoy the most is to take random mundane things, such as hairbrushes, books, chairs, or cardboard boxes, and give them far more interesting uses than the one they were designed for. With the three short stories tucked within the e-pages of my anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink, I had particular fun playing with this idea.
The use of a kitchen sink in the first (and title) story is far more interesting than just for washing up in! And in the final story, The Bad Poet, the implications hidden within a poorly written poem are played out over a small table and a bed that holds far more than sheets, pillows and a duvet!
It was with the middle story, Becky, which takes place in a very unusual office, where even the most minor mistake is punished by the BDSM obsessed boss and his secretary, Miss Harriet, that I had the most fun. Not only did I completely corrupt the use of blotting paper (no, I’m not going to tell you how!), but I totally rethought the type of items that might be found in an office stationery cupboard…
…It is an unusual cupboard. From floor to ceiling in height, it has an increased depth hidden behind its grey metal doors. The shelves that surrounded the walls are set well back so that at least two people could occupy the remaining space with the doors closed. On every shelf there was a collection of instruments; canes, whips, paddles, nipple clamps. There was all the necessary material to keep a correction freak going for years; ribbons, ropes, cuffs, chains, gags. The more you looked the more your heart froze and your eyes widened. Becky looked. Her face revealed nothing.
Miss Harriet had silently come out of her office. Without a word she stood behind Becky and helped her off with her remaining clothes. She was so beautiful. I realised I hadn’t really looked at Becky properly before. I already wanted to touch; I began to imagine her beating my breasts with a short stick, before soothing them with her tongue.
I came back to reality. Such feelings must not be displayed here. Becky was now just inside the cupboard doors, facing her audience. She seemed to shine. How had she got to this point so quickly? It had taken me many beatings before I had learnt to enjoy it, and even after nearly eighteen months I could never be so open about it. I still have the shame. Maybe I need it.
Becky stared through us as she looked straight ahead. Miss Harriet had taken one of her slim wrists and was tying it to a conveniently placed hook on one of the shelves with a silk cord. Then the other wrist was secured, then the ankles, and finally, a thin silver collar was snapped securely around her neck, its long leather lead dangling provocatively between her breasts.
Miss Harriet stepped out of the cupboard and looked to her boss for approval. He nodded. I could clearly see, when I dared to glance, that his dick was straining against his suit trousers. They shut the doors of the cupboard and we all heard Becky gasp. She had expected pain, arousal. They had given her nothing…
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If you fancy discovering what that blotting paper was used for, just how awful my poetry can be, and exactly how the kitchen sink was misused, you can buy Tied to the Kitchen Sink at Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all good e-retailers.
Happy holiday reading!
Kay xx
December 17, 2014
It’s the Kinky Blog Hop
I’m delighted to be taking part in the Kinky Blog hop for WeLoveKink.com This is a great chance to win loads of prizes, including aa PDF copy of my own e-book, Christmas Kink!
Read on to find out which other fantastic blogs are joining in todays blog hop!
I thought I’d bring you a kiss from my festive anthology, Christmas Kink today- from the story, The Little Red Dress.
In this snogging extract, normally sensible Alice, is being swayed by both the wanton behaviour of the gorgeous little red dress she has been persuaded to wear to the office Christmas party, and her desire for revenge against Gary, the man who publically dumped her at the Christmas party last year…
Letting the dress do the thinking, aware that Gary would be there any moment, with her pulse thumping faster and faster, and her blood coursing through her veins with a strange chilled heat, Alice tiled her stomach forward, so it met the blondes and said, ‘I think we should give him much more to think about than that…’ And, before she had given herself a chance to think, Alice leant forward and brushed Susie’s lips with her own.
She hadn’t been prepared for the shot of electricity that instantly ricocheted through her frame. Alice wasn’t sure if she’d planned to kiss Susie harder all along, or if that first small kiss had been intended to be a one off, but suddenly there were no doubts and no questions. There were just hands and lips.
As Susie’s palms pressed Alice’s breasts through the scarlet material, she whispered, ‘Your first time with a woman?’
‘No, but it’s been a long time.’ Alice reciprocated by rotating the flat of her hands over Susie’s breasts, ‘Gary has no idea I’m flexible in my approach to sex.’
‘He will have in a minute.’ Susie kept up the pressure of one hand over Alice’s left breast, while hooking her other hand under the little red dress, working it up the clinging fabric.
Alice gasped, in the concentrated buzz of adrenaline her new circumstances had bought she’d totally forgotten that she was going commando. Her pussy twitched with desire as one of Susie’s fingers met her smoothly shaven mound.
The gasp was echoed by Susie, whose blue eyes dilated like saucers, ‘Wow, you beautiful hussy you! I had expected a thong!’
‘Complaining?’ Alice rocked her hips further forward, so that more of her pussy could feel the exploring finger.
‘Oh hell no.’ Susie began to match the rotations of Alice’s palms at her chest with the movements of the digit, while adding a thumb to the mix; using it to nudge Alice’s clit every few seconds.
With their mouths glued together, Alice’s world became focused on the tongue, lips, and fingers of the woman opposite her. She was so close to climax. All evening it had been as if her dress had been subconsciously goading her on, and now all Alice wanted to do was come against this unknown woman, and then return the compliment.
No sooner had she had the thought, than Alice’s channel muscles began to spasm and flex, her stomach flipping with pleasure, as the hand at her breast abruptly thrust itself down her cleavage and pinched a rock hard nipple, forcing an orgasm to wash over her…
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Merry Christmas
Love Kay xxx
You can find out what happens next, and enjoy the four other kinky festive capers in Christmas Kink by buying it from –
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GI2DDQM
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Kink-Five-Festive-Fantasies-ebook/dp/B00GI2DDQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383810527&sr=8-1&keywords=Christmas+kink+five+festive+fantasies
Don’t forget to visit all the Kinky Christmas stops today!
Merry Christmas
Kay xx
December 12, 2014
Sexy Stocking Fillers Anyone?
It’s nearly Christmas!!! Yeah!!
So- got all those last minute presents yet?
Stocking nicely filled? No?
Here are few paperback suggestions to help add a sexy touch to those festive stockings…
Making Him Wait! My longest novel to date- an erotic romance and a half, with plenty of kink!!
B lurb
Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas. But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. However, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out! At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time? The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!
Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US
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Or maybe you’d like to pop The Collector in your loved one’s stocking?
This is an ideal book for newcomers to the genre, as it has something for everyone, and can help you to discover which ‘sort’ of erotica floats your boat!!
B lurb
The Collector, defined now as a figure seen only in darker shades. There The Collector sits silently alone engrossed with her fanatic tales of lust, submission and dominance. Have you yourself already become engraved within her salacious list? From scribbles in her notebook, the true tale of The Collector can be neatly told through the fantasies and erotic adventures of others, after many years of being hidden by traditional society; so now is the time for the world’s raunchiest diary to come to light. After The Collector appeases her appetite for instruction and voyeurism, she becomes hungry for more and shares her own provocative experiments thus endearing the sultry mind.
Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US
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How about some full on, nothing held back, BDSM threesome romance and psychological mystery? The Voyeur!
Blurb
Wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff -his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper. Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13 – can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge’s gentleman’s club, Anya’s previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark? In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.
Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US
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Still not sure? Who about my ‘Best of’ collection- The Best of Kay Jaybee
Blurb
Fourteen of the very best erotic tales of dominance, submission, bondage, and romantic lust, are delivered with lashings of kink from the pen of Kay Jaybee. From the sexual adventures recalled by a woman as she stares at her favourite shirt, to a deliciously dirty orgy on a bed of cardboard boxes, the after-hours education of a rookie soldier, and the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist, each story shows why Kay Jaybee has been hailed as ‘a master of the craft of erotica’ (Oysters and Chocolate). As a girl writes messages of lust on the body of her best friend’s lover, and a mistress’s employment of ropes and chains on her slave co-insides with the application of emulsion, we discover just how Kay has earned her reputation for producing ‘super-heated kinky stories,’ (Kd Grace), which are ‘a sublime pleasure to read’ (Violet Blue).
Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US
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Hope these suggestions have helped you out a little with that last minute burst of shopping! Don’t forget, all my books can be found here- BOOKS
Happy shopping!
Kay xx
December 9, 2014
It’s Blissmas! Christmas Courier Kink!
Okay, I admit it- I am a big kid and I LOVE CHRISTMAS!! Therefore I was delighted to be invited by the smashing Smut UK team and Cara Sutra, to take part in this years Blissemas!!!
Don’t miss a single stop of this seasonal blog! All the participants links can be found HERE!
There are some amazing prizes this year!!
The GRAND Prize this Year is a Kindle Paperwhite preloaded with lots of Smutty Books from some of the hottest names in Erotica for you to enjoy! We’ll have Anthologies, Paranormal, Romanic, Historical, Fantasy, BDSM and Much More…
To take part in the Blissemas competition- just check out these rules.
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So – to my blog!!!
I’ve written a lot of Christmas erotica over the years- from the short stories that appear in various anthologies, including Christmas Kink, to the seasonal chapter in my extremely kinky novella, Not Her Type…
Jenny and John, the mismatched couple that are living out all their fantasies in Not Her Type, have been on a very long erotic journey before they share Christmas Eve together, from a spontaneous romp on Jenny’s living room floor, to a gorgeously delicious van journey, the world’s fasted fuck, and a very wet bathroom adventure!!!
There is something about Christmas that gives a kinky story that extra hint of spice (cinnamon and nutmeg of course!) All those extra items to throw into the mix-including wrapping paper…
…As Jenny wrapped the Christmas gifts, she mulled over her relationship with John. It hadn’t taken long for the old pattern to return. John turned up every Tuesday, they had fantastic, quickie sex, and then he disappeared back to work, just as he always did, and Jenny would get on with her accounts. He hadn’t told her what he’d been up to during those missing weeks, and she had given up asking. In fact, the only real change was that Jenny had finally relaxed. She no longer worried about whether John would turn up or not. Tuesday would come, and he would appear.
Occasionally, John would send her a sexually charged text, like, “I want to see you with a woman again” or, “How about a foursome?”
Every time they were due to see each other, Jenny decided that that would be the day she would tell him that he was the first man who she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about—in her whole life. She vowed to tell him that she feared the lust factor had been joined by another, far more frightening, L-word. But the second they caught sight of each other, something took over. Passion, greed, desire—they all combined, and they’d fuck. Just fuck. “I mean,” Jenny addressed the sticky tape as she attempted to find the beginning of the roll, “why chat to your DVD delivery man over coffee when he could be tipping you upside down over the side of the armchair and giving your backside a proper seeing to?”
Reigning in her increasingly lurid imagination, Jenny looked down at the few remaining presents she had to wrap for the following day. She tried to divert her attention from all the things she’d rather be doing on a Tuesday afternoon by humming Christmas carols along to the radio.
The knock at her door made her jump, and Jenny physically had to restrain herself from running to see who the caller was. So what if it’s one o’clock? It’s Christmas Eve, he isn’t working, and he won’t come. It’ll be my next door neighbor with some mince pies or something. Her pulse thudded violently in her chest as Jenny moved to the door, convinced that the hope she couldn’t prevent from rising in her chest was about to leave her disappointed.
The silhouette through the glass panel in her front door was unmistakeable.
“I was just passing.” The shine in John’s deep brown eyes told her this was a blatant lie.
A wide smile crossed her face as Jenny let him in, “I thought you might be away for Christmas or something.”
“I thought you might be too.”
A feeling of awkwardness came over Jenny. Despite everything they had done together, there was nevertheless so much they didn’t know about each other. She felt almost shy as she spoke, “I was going to text, but I didn’t want to get in the way of your life or anything.”
“Same here. I thought you might be with family.” A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny toward the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.
Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, “Last minute wrapping?”
“A few bits for the neighbour’s kids.” She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her, “My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.”
“That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.”
She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.
“Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?”
Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser, before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms became pinned to her sides, and her legs were clamped together as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.
Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them…do whatever he wanted with them.
John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft, or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.
He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.
Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination, and his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.
Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland toward her.
Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric, “I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.”
Wide eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm, before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.
Mewling into the purple darkness, and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head. Then his hands came to her elbows. “You look incredible. Are you okay?”
She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.
“Good girl. You remembered not to talk,” John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, “You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.”
As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.
The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed freer, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.
“What a hot, little bad girl you are.”
Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap.
Abruptly John stopped, his weight lifted from her, and a sense of bereavement consumed her body. She had no idea how she managed not to plead for more.
The purple ribbon over her eyes became darker, and Jenny realized he must have turned the lights off. Then the chirpy Christmas tunes that had been playing in the background disappeared as the radio was clicked off. Silence filled the room. Uncertainty crept through Jenny’s mind, and a drizzle of perspiration trickled between the packaging and the back of her neck. Her ears strained to pick up a sound, but she couldn’t hear anything, not even her man’s breathing.
Time seemed to pass slowly as Jenny lay like a fallen statue, painfully aware of the friction of the saturated paper as it clung to her pussy. Every part of her body ached for a continuation of the attention it had been receiving. The ribbon against her eyes felt tighter than ever, but Jenny began to wish it was between her teeth, gagging as well as blinding her, for there was no way she could stay quiet for much longer. Clamping her jaw, Jenny was determined not to break the rules, but the more she thought, the more her resolve began to crack.
“John?”…
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Well, I’d better let you go now- you are probably in a hurry to go and buy a few rolls of extra long gift wrap…
If you’d like to read about Jenny and John’s courier kink, or see what happened next on Christmas Eve, then you can buy Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man from-
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184
Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184
And don’t forget- if you want to hear me read a little bit from Not Her Type, you can listen here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=i4JNks6dHeU
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I hope you enjoy all the other Blissemas blogs!
Many Christmas and happy reading!
Kay xx
December 6, 2014
Santa’s Little Helper- FREE READ
It’s December!!!
A great many of you lovely folk will be juggling your already busy lives with Christmas shopping and preparations, so I thought I’d give you an excuse for a five minute sit down!
Sat down? Kids out the way? Peace and quiet? Need warming up? Right then- here you go…
Santa’s Little Helper
Jay gazed approvingly at her reflection in the tinsel decorated mirror. The gold material shimmered as she turned from side-to-side. Cut to fit tightly against her chest, the bodice section gave way to an extremely short, almost tutu style skirt, of the finest silvery gauze.
Her fingers trailed through the soft folds before she reached around to stroke the feather like wings that protruded from her back.
The fabric curtain was drawn back and the sales assistant drew breath. ‘You are possibly the most beautiful fairy ever destined to top a Christmas tree.’ He pulled the ties tighter at the back of the bodice, forcing Jay to stand up taller. ‘You are also the sexiest.’ He pushed two exquisite high-heeled shoes towards her white stocking clad feet, enjoying the view as her tiny gold thong flashed in front of his eyes when she bent slightly to slip them on.
As a final touch he slid a delicate glittering tiara onto her short curled hair, and put a wand in her hand. ‘Now, all that’s missing is a smile.’
‘I am smiling.’
‘That’s not a smile, that’s the evil grin of a wicked slut who knows that every guy that claps eyes on you is going to be asking Santa Claus if he can screw you for Christmas.’
Jay laughed.
‘I was thinking you could go for the child friendly smile. After all, you’re supposed to be Santa’s Little Helper at one of the department stores right?’
Jay nodded, and tried to wipe the lust off her face. Not easy when she felt so damn horny dressed like an expensive tree decoration. She thanked the assistant, paid the costume hire charge and, wrapping a large black cloak around her shoulders, left the shop for her place of work.
The shop assistant had been right, she was to be Santa’s Little Helper, but this was not a grotto for children; his joke had been closer to the truth than he’d thought. As Jay reached ‘Spanks’, the club she’d worked in for two years, she slipped into one of the back rooms, and into the discreetly advertised grotto.
Santa, already dressed in his traditional red and white, with huge false beard and hat in place, stared at her with giveaway young eyes as she hung up her cloak. He didn’t say anything, but slipped a gloved hand up her skirt and slowly stroked the tops of her legs. Jay purred at him, enjoying the sensations for a few seconds before moving away.
It was show time.
The queue was fairly small, but as visits to Santa had been by appointment only, this was not a surprise.
After the first five men had sat on Santa’s lap and asked to have their Christmas wishes granted, for which they had already paid handsomely, Jay was glad to have a break. She needed a drink to remove the taste of condom and sweat from the three blow jobs she’d given, and needed to calm her own rising desire after the last two guys activities.
They had visited Santa together, sitting on a knee each, they’d requested an intimate examination of her chest. Santa had obliged, removed his gloves and undid her bodice, revealing her bare tits. The visitors fell on a breast each, both using their given five minutes to gorge on her, and feel up as much of her body as they could.
Jay knew that she had at least four more customers to grant wishes to before she could even think about her own satisfaction, but her tits, now firmly secured back behind the gold fabric, nagged at her for more attention, and she knew that she was far more tuned on than was professional.
Santa stuck his head around the door. ‘Five minutes honey.’
She nodded and took another sip of water.
He paused, ‘Do you think you’ll make it? I’ve never seen you so horny, I can practically smell you?’
‘Shit, it’s this outfit. I’ll be fine.’
‘We have a little time. I could help.’
‘Santa, what do you mean?’ Jay adopted a little girl voice and fluttered her eyelashes provocatively.
‘I mean, my dear little fairy, that it’s time you had a quick turn on my knee.’
He sat on his ‘snowy’ cottonwool covered throne and patted his lap.
Jay swiftly lifted her skirt and arranged herself over his lap. Face-to-face with Santa Claus, she shuffled forward so she could feel the bulge in his trousers rubbing against her. His hands squeezed her encased chest, forcing a sigh from her slightly open mouth.
‘What would you like Santa to give you for Christmas little one?’ he whispered through his whiskers.
‘Fuck me Santa. Do it now.’ Jay became breathless as his glove free fingers worked their way inside her panties and began to rub her damp nub.
She pulled back a little, forcing his trousers open at the fly and, after some grappling, released his solid cock. Jay knocked his hand away and lowered her pussy over its length. Gasping in union, they rocked frantically against the chair, until he shot his off creamy load.
‘Time is short fairy girl, come here.’ Santa pushed her hastily off his legs and, flipping her across the chair, knelt behind her, lapping up their combined juices, making sure he caught her clit with each stroke of his tongue.
As she screamed into the fake snow, Santa rose and adjusted his spunk-spattered beard. ‘I believe your Christmas wish has been granted honey.’
Jay grinned and, pulling her costume back into place, nodded coyly, and went to await Santa’s next customer.
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Hope you feel all warmed up now!!
If you want to read four more of my seasonal smut stories, then check out Christmas Kink!
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Happy reading everyone
Kay xx
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