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September 8, 2013
Nine Years of Smutty Wordage!!! Kay’s Anniversary Blog
As ever, I can’t believe another year has rolled around, and here I am writing an anniversary blog to mark my ninth year of writing erotica!!
I always seem to start these blogs with cries of- ‘I can’t believe where the time has gone!’ and ‘How can it possibly be this long already?!’- And once again, I’m wondering those very things!
One minute I was sat in a cafe in Scotland writing a very kinky cross-dressing story down on a napkin (just because it had popped into my head and I felt I had to get the idea out), and the next, I’m sat in a cafe on the south coast of England having written a respectable handful of novels, with another about to be released, and a few more lined up…
So – what a year it has been!
I’ve taken part in the opening of a new Adult Boutique outside Canterbury, read at the wonderful Sh Woman’s Store a few times, appeared in the Huff Post, Woman’s Own, and the Daily Mail, and been nominated for Best Erotic Author 2013 by the ETO.
I became a Brit Babe!! Joining the fabulous Kd Grace, Lucy Felthouse, Lily Harlem, Natalie Dae, Tabitha Rayne, Victoria Blisse, and Lexie Bay, in a joint blog that provides a wonderful reference to the best erotica available today!
I’ve been lucky enough to be introduced to the wonderful Modesty Ablaze- who I’m proud to say is a big Kay Jaybee reader- and had a fantastic time meeting and re-meeting a whole host or erotica folk at the Eroticon UK conference in March- the highlight of which had to be the poetry lesson by the brilliant Ashley Lister- I’m still laughing!!
On the actual writing front things have been as hectic as ever (not a complaint!!)- I was over the moon to be asked by Xcite Books to turn my BDSM novel The Perfect Submissive into a trilogy- and so I have spent the majority of the last six months writing Part 2 of the story of Miss Jess Sanders! Entitled The Retreat, this novel continues with a BDSM theme- but with extra spanking. It will be out on 10th October… Watch this blog for more details very soon! If you can’t wait- you can pre-order the paperback version from Amazon UK and Amazon.com already!!
Alongside this novel, I’ve been scribbling away at a handful of short stories for the a number of anthologies, including, Best Bondage Erotica 2014 (Cleis Press)
And, just to add some icing to the erotica cake, I’ve been working on a new anthology! There will be a special ‘Kay Jaybee Kinky Christmas’ collection hitting the eBook world- but more about that later in the year…
Blimey- I had no idea I’d been so busy!! And life is about to get a whole lot busier- for not only am I Kay these days- but also Jenny Kane!! (See the box at the top right hand of this blog page).
Jenny’s first novel- the contemporary romance- of the non-soppy variety- is called Another Cup of Coffee- and I’m pleased to say, has been going down very well so far! Phew!!! I was very nervous about branching away from the erotica!!
So- from tomorrow, when my lovely daughters will be back at school for the new term (both at High School now!!- How did that happen?!), I will be beginning not one, but 2 new novels!!- Part 3 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, and the second Jenny Kane novel- oh, and I’d better go to work as well, or my courier boys will be wondering where on earth I’ve got to…
No rest for the wicked….hee hee hee….
Happy reading!!
Kay xx
September 7, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!!- Day 14- Victoria Blisse- The Point
It’s the very last episode in my Two Weeks of Tasty Taster’s series, and who better to finish it off in grand style, than my good friend, Brit Babe, and fantastic writer, Victoria Blisse.
It’s Day 14!!
The Point by Victoria Blisse
Blurb: Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?
Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.
Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.
How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.
The Point has a Brit Babe rating of…
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of blood shed.
Extract:
“Here, you can hold on to this now,” he said, “whilst I help you into the dress.”
“I really don’t think it will fit. My waist isn’t that sculptured.”
“You will fit,” he said and set the dress down over the chair seat. He still held a garment in his hand. “I will fit you into this first then I will put the dress on you.”
“Oh, right, a corset.” She was completely bemused by the situation now. It was so out of the ordinary she had given up on trying to make any sense of it. Hugh walked around behind her, and she found her anxiety all the worse. She had to lean forward a little to hold on to the chair with her breasts hanging free, which was embarrassing enough, but she knew from the back he would see her enormous arse. Even though he’d said she was beautiful, she doubted he would think so from behind. Chris, the only guy she’d ever gotten sexual with, said her bum was horrible, that it was too fleshy and too big. He wouldn’t touch it. But then he’d barely touched anything else either. She found out later he was only going out with her on a stupid dare anyway. He was seeing if he could shag all the girls in the class, but he had to do it more than once to count. They’d done it twice. In total, the experiences lasted fifteen minutes.
Elizabeth was jolted back to reality when Hugh’s cold hands brushed against her back.
He pulled the corset tighter, and Elizabeth felt it wrapping around her breasts.
“Can you stand up straight a moment?” he asked, and she did so. Hugh’s hand stayed at her back until she had balanced. It surprised her how comforting his touch was.
“I just need to make sure you’re comfortable,” Hugh said close her ear. She licked her lips.
“Sure,” she replied.
He walked round and squeezed in front of her, his back against the chair. He pulled at the stiff material then with his gentle, chilling fingers, he scooped up her breasts and settled them properly in the confines of the corset. She bit her lip to hold in a moan of delight and hoped he could not see how hard her nipples were.
“Done,” he said and smiled at her. Their faces were so close that she couldn’t help looking up at his lips. They curled into a little smile, and she knew she only had to lean forward and they would kiss. She leant forward, not out of choice but because she had lost concentration. Hugh’s hands came up to her sides to steady her body, and his lips came down to agitate her spirit.
She gasped. His lips were as icy as his hands, and they were demanding. They undulated and coaxed the kiss from her own lips. Her mind spun as her body reacted. Her hands ran up and down the front of his body. They slipped under the heavy material of his jacket then traced his hard torso through the silken material of his shirt.
He pulled away suddenly. She almost fell, but he kept her steady, his hands braced around her waist.
“Now, you need fastening.” He seemed shaken up too. He spoke fast, and his hands shook at her waist as he slipped behind her, sliding his hands around her to keep her steadied.
“Yes, fastening, yes,” she said. She made no sense and realised it, but she could still feel the pressure of his lips against hers and her fingertips tingled. She was completely undone, and she didn’t mean just the corset.
“You should feel a gentle constriction, Elizabeth. If it feels too tight, please tell me.”
She might have been mistaken, but she was sure Hugh’s hands shook as they tweaked and twiddled strings.
The two sides gradually started to pull farther around, and Elizabeth started to feel the constriction. As he pulled tighter, Hugh got closer until he stood behind her with his trouser front pressed into the flesh of her buttocks. She felt him through the thick material of his pants. He was hard, really hard. She pushed back her hips and was rewarded with a strangled, gasping groan. Now, she was sure of it. He was as aroused as she was.
“Right,” he said. His hands rested on her hips. “I think you’re secure now. Stand up straight against me so I can check.” She pushed up and wobbled a little, but Hugh’s hands stopped her from tumbling over. “How does that feel?”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Not too tight.”
He ran his hands around her waist, until his hands cupped her breasts through the material.
“Nothing bites or digs in?” His chin rested on her shoulder, and she knew he was looking down into her impressive cleavage.
“No,” she said then he pressed his lips to her neck, and she moaned as her leg nearly buckled under her. “It feels remarkably good.”
“That’s good,” he whispered. His lips leant on her flesh as if he were undecided what to do next. “It feels good.” He ran his fingers down her sides and to the very edge of the corset and traced along the border between skin and clothing. She shivered as his touch slipped lower and wondered what he was doing. She wanted to move his hand away, not because she wasn’t enjoying it but because she was afraid that he would be turned off by what he felt. She did nothing to stop him though. She was hypnotised by the gently undulating kisses on one spot of her exposed neck, and she let him run his fingers over her freely. He explored her hip and thigh. Smoothly, he moved inward, and she knew her flesh was slick as she was aroused to a level she had not experienced before.”
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Buy Links:
Total-E-Bound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=754
Amazon.co.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Point-Vamp-ebook/dp/B0042FZXLU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1373484055&sr=8-1&tag=00-21
All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thepoint-452971-139.html
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A huge thank you to Victoria for dipping into her archive for us today!!
And don’t forget, all us Brit Babes have all produced far more stories than I have flashed before you over the last fourteen days- so check out our blogs for a full run down of our naughty wordage!!
Happy Reading,
Kay xx
September 6, 2013
Two Weeks of Tatsy Tasters!!- Day 13- Tabitha Rayne- Mia’s Books
It’s Day 13 of my Tasty Tasters fortnight! Only two tasters left to go- but boy are they delicious snippets of smut!!
Today I am thrilled to be bringing you a helping of kink from my fellow Brit Babe, Tabitha Rayne- let’s indulge in some of Mia’s Books
Blurb-
Ghost lover or mortal—can Mia have both?
Mia has a big problem. She is in love with two people, and one of them happens to be a ghost. After a late night seduction in a deserted library, Mia brings home a haunted book. The book contains a ghost which instructs her to seduce strangers on its behalf. Mia falls in love with one of her conquests and finds herself in a romantic tangle. Can she keep both her lovers, or will she have to choose?
Content Warning: graphic sexual content
Mia’s Books has been awarded a Brit Babe rating of…
Extract-
She opened the book once more and found that she was reading her own story through the eyes of the being that surrounded her.
Once, there was a stranger who came to this place with a need. She yearned so badly to be touched that I was tempted by her and broke the vow. Her bosom heaved, and I had to touch…
Mia couldn’t focus on the words as the chill had returned and was slowly tugging her blouse free from her skirt. One by one the buttons began to twist and open to reveal her body shining in the torchlight, every tiny hair standing in the wake of the ethereal touch. As the cold reached the last button at her chest the entity roughly ripped it apart, and the book fell to the ground.
Mia’s legs were forced open by the presence who lay on top of her. There was no weight, just presence. Mia, still holding the flashlight in her mouth, saw the indents in her flesh and skirt where the ghost lay. Her skirt began to slide up her thighs and over her buttocks. The conflict of heat and damp in her panties and the icy breeze of the ghost made her crush her pussy walls together with desire.
She reached out to the being, but her hand fell right through it as if passing through a cloud. Mia went to take the torch from her mouth, but there was resistance. The ghost forced it back in between her teeth and lips and began to slowly pulse it in and out. Mia was utterly turned on and let her head fall back, opening her mouth wide for the flashlight. She started to reach out to the being but found that her arms were pinned to her sides. She tried with all her effort to lift them, but they were stuck.
Air wafted behind her ear with a whispering that she could make no sense of. She wanted to ask the ghost to repeat itself, but her mouth was stuffed and gagged by the flashlight sliding in and out of her lips and cheeks, dripping her saliva all over the cool plastic. She groaned as it trickled down her chin and throat onto her collar bone. Her breathing was hard now, and while the thrusting intensified, long cold fingers laced themselves into her hair, pushing her onto the flashlight again and again. Moaning and sucking and grinding her thighs together, Mia tried to squeeze some feeling into her desperate pussy.
As if reading her thoughts the ghost suddenly abandoned her head and pushed her knees apart, forcing her to arch her back and slide down the couch. The flashlight lost its tension, and she went to reach for it when it was suddenly snatched away and her hands were forced back by her sides. Her mouth felt empty and her lips tender and bruised. Mia probed them with her tongue and teeth, pressing the tender points to intensify the feeling. She looked down at her exposed breasts and arched her back to thrust them into a shaft of moonlight which suddenly flitted across the room. As it glinted off her nipples, she swore she caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes staring up at her from between her thighs. She blinked and the image was gone as a cloud drowned the moonlight…
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Buy Links-
Bio
Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore any genre.
Her short stories are included in anthologies from Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleis, Ravenous Romance, Mischief, and House of Erotica. She has two stand alone titles from Beachwalk Press.
TabithaRayne.co.uk Facebook Twitter Brit Babes Blog Spicy Author Blog Goodreads
Amazon Author Page UK Amazon Author Page US – provides an up to date book list
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Thanks Tabitha- that was most tasty indeed!!
I can’t believe there is only one more taster to go now folks- don’ forget to come back tomorrow for a final helping from the fantastic Victoria Blisse!!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
September 5, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 12- Lexie Bay- In Love and War (Uniform Behaviour)
Day 12 already! Doesn’t time fly! I’m thrilled to have the lovely Lexie Bay with me today! Over to you Lexie!!
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I’m so excited to be with the gorgeous Kay Jaybee today to share a tasty taster of one of my old and forgotten stories, In Love and War which you can find in the wonderful anthology Uniform Behaviour.
This story was the second story I ever wrote. I’d answered the call for submission from Lucy Felthouse for Uniform Behaviour and I’d submitted a story about a policeman. She then sent out another call which said she had enough stories about policemen and firemen and did anyone have a story about any other type of uniform.
I figured that if she had loads of stories about policeman then it was unlikely that one from an unknown author would get picked so I decided to write something a little bit different. The idea for In Love and War came out of nowhere one evening while I was trying to get to sleep. It got accepted (as did the policeman story – Taken With Consent!!) and it’s one of my favourite stories…. I hope you enjoy it too.
Love Lexie xx
Blurb
When Anna discovers an injured enemy soldier in her family’s barn she can’t leave him to die even though she knows he’s dangerous. Risking both their lives she nurses him back to health right under her family’s noses. Unable to reconcile the handsome, broken stranger with the terrifying stories of soldiers at war, she finds herself in unfamiliar territory and drawn to him in a way she never expected.
Uniform Behaviour has a Brit Babe rating of…
Excerpt
How well I knew the feel of him. Hours of tending to his injured body, until I could feel his skin under my hands whenever I closed my eyes. I had lain awake at night imagining him lying with me, our bodies pressed together, naked skin on naked skin and now that he had actually reached out for me, I knew that I didn’t want him to stop.
That he was forbidden made him more desirable. I knew if my family found Dimitri, they would kill him immediately and likely kill me too. At the very least they would drive me away, disown me and leave me destitute. It would break my parents’ hearts. I should be frightened; I should make him leave, but when I saw him I was blind to everything else. I could only think of how he made me feel, of how my body cried out to be with him.
I closed my eyes, leaning against his touch and his fingers found my lips, tracing the outline of them. I trembled with a mixture of desperate hope and lust, willing him to kiss me, yet not sure what I would do if he did.
“Anna,” he murmured, “my beautiful Anna.” My insides melted at his words, everything I had wanted to hear from him. I was weak with desire as I felt his soft breath on my cheek. He was so close I could breathe him in, a heady mix of sweat, fresh blood and the thick scent of his uniform; the dirt of battlefields, the agony of death. I ached to touch him but my hands were shaking. I had never kissed a man before. I was always ignored, passed over for the popular girls, so I was innocent, my only knowledge what I imagined at night in my bed.
Dimitri pulled me closer to him and I looked into his eyes. The raw desire I saw frightened me, but I had never wanted anything as much as this. “Please,” I murmured.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. I did, every nerve in my body tingling, waiting for his touch. At last his lips found mine, our mouths melding, his tongue hot and insistent just as I had dreamed. I felt a heat between my legs like a fire, building with every touch of his hands and I could hold back no longer, sliding my arms around him pulling him closer to me, wanting to feel his strength, his protection. He winced, his injuries still not healed but when I tried to pull away he kissed me harder. “No. It’s OK. Please Anna I want to be with you.”
My breath caught in my throat as he kissed my neck, his lips damp against my skin, teeth grazing me, heightening the raw ache between my thighs. Every part of me yearned for his touch, my body awakening from a deep sleep. He made me feel more alive than I had ever felt and I knew that I would give myself to him.
“Dimitri,” I gasped as his fingers slipped inside my jumper, burning a trail across my body. Our eyes locked and I was lost forever. All I could think about was being with him. I wanted to experience everything he could teach me. I loved the way his name sounded as I murmured it against his chest, the way his breath hitched as I stroked the nape of his neck, how his hands gripped my waist as if he never wanted to let me go.
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Buy links are:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Uniform-Behaviour-Steamy-Stories-ebook/dp/B004DI7PQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376656384&sr=8-1&keywords=uniform+behaviour KINDLE UK
Bio-
Lexie lives with her husband and two daughters on the south coast of England, and spends her days working as an accounts director. She loves the adrenaline rush of the unexpected, craves peace to write every day, likes to lose herself in the realms of fantasy and has a thing for smells that take her back to her childhood. She started writing to immerse herself in a fantasy world where women are adored and men fall at their feet but it didn’t take long before she realised that sometimes men do that so you can stomp all over them in your sexy stiletto boots. Ever since then she’s been creating stories that stay true to her original romantic dream while exploring the erotic, the kinky and the downright filthy. Her style is contemporary naughtiness often with a twist of humour, because life is funny and she likes her characters to be as real as possible. So far she has had nine short stories published is currently working on her first full length novel.
Lexie is published by House of Erotica, Sweetmeats Press and Ravenous Romance and you can find out more about her at:
Follow her on Twitter: @lexie_bay
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LexieBayAuthor
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4475587.Lexie_Bay
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/lexiebay/
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Yummy!!! Many thanks Lexie! What a fabulous extract to brighten up a Friday!
Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for a touch of Tabitha Rayne!!
Happy Reading,
Kay xx
September 4, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters- Day 11!!- Kd Grace- Body Temperature and Rising
It’s Day 11 of my Taster Tasters fortnight, and no dip into my writer friend’s archive would be complete without a little something delicious from the wonderful Kd Grace! Today she is tempting us with, not only an extract from the first volume of her Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy, -Body Temperature and Rising, but the whole first chapter!!
Blurb
American transplant to the Lake District, Marie Warren, didn’t know she could unleash demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in sex with the charming ghost, Anderson, and night visits from a demon. To help her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her to the Elementals, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.
Deacon, the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against Tara Stone, coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, Tim Meriwether, are at the top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart and more innocent people die.
Body Temperature and Rising has a Brit Babe rating of…
Extract
Chapter 1
Out of nowhere the clouds descended, blocking the mid-day sun and the view of the Borrowdale Valley below. The path ahead of Marie vanished in a roil of thick mist. She
shivered, then squinted at her compass. Damn it! The weather forecast had promised sunshine for the day, unseasonably warm, it had said, just like it had been all week. She reassured herself that there was no real way she could get lost on Maiden Moor and High Spy, so close to civilization. Then why did the mist feel so unsettling?
She shifted the pack on her back and tried to remember if this was the rout she had taken with her parents. But that was fifteen years ago, and there had been no fog.
The world around her fell silent, as she stepped cautiously forward. She heard no bird song, no breeze, and stranger still; on what was a frequently walked path, she heard no other people. It was as though she were the only person left in the world. As she followed the flank of the fell around, the silence deepened still further until even the sound of her own breath seemed muted in the mist. Goose flesh rose along the back of her neck, and she shivered. A few more steps and the sound of a woman’s voice, half whispered in the mist, stopped her in her tracks.
‘Anderson? Are you there?’
The knot in her stomach tightened at the possibility of this Anderson being lost to his companion in the fog.
‘Anderson?’ The voice came again. It didn’t sound particularly frightened. ‘Anderson, I need you.’
Marie was about to round an outcropping of rock that obscured the path when, directly in front of her, the mist cleared, and she caught sight of the woman calling for this Anderson guy. Her dark hair was pulled back in a heavy pony tail, and her legs extended forever from underneath kaki walking shorts.
Marie was about to make her presence known when out of the fog, almost as though he had materialized from nowhere, stepped a dark-haired man with a closely trimmed beard. He was broad shouldered, a little taller than the woman, and dressed in a black suite of vintage cut.
Damn tourists, Marie thought. What the hell was he thinking coming onto the fells dressed like that? Her irritation was interrupted by an intense tingling of heat below her navel that flashed hot, took her breath away and nearly drove her to her knees before it cooled to a warm buzz and skittered down low inside her pelvic girdle. Just then the man scooped the woman into his arms and kissed her with an open-mouthed tongue-fondling that left Marie’s insides feeling like warm toffee. Instinctively she stepped back, not wanting to interrupt the reunion.
‘I was worried when you weren’t here,’ the woman spoke between breathless kisses.
‘Tara, my love, I came as soon as you called. You must not worry so.’
She released a sigh that was almost a sob. ‘I have good reason.’
‘Of course you do, my darling. But worry will not ease our situation. So we shall do what we must. And I will do whatever it is you ask of me.’
There was something in the way the man spoke that was strange. The accent was very British, and yet not. And the way he moved against the woman, the way he protectively pulled her to him, the way his mouth made love to hers banished Marie’s irritation that they’d chosen her path for their reunion. Irritation was replaced by longing that ached down through her torso to mingle with the strange buzz that had migrated to the soft spot between her legs, and the air felt suddenly warmer. The man’s hands joined the reunion. He slid the strap of the woman’s tank top down to spill a bare breast heavily into his waiting palm. He paused to knead it and fondle it as though he had never seen anything more exquisite. Then he took as much of it into his mouth as he could. The woman released a shrill gasp as though cold water had been poured onto her. ‘I can feel it,’ she breathed. ‘We were right.’ Then she held him to her, letting him nurse at her in hungry nibbles and slurps.
Marie should have left, and yet she stood riveted to the rock beneath her, feeling heavy and pliant, as though something had suddenly filled her and was moulding her and shaping her from the inside with fiery hands. Her breasts tingled at the rub and tickle of the man’s beard against Tara’s tender flesh, at the tug and pull of pursed lips on swollen nipples. She felt almost as though it were her breasts at which he nursed.
Marie clasped her hand over her mouth to hold back a gasp of appreciation as, from the man’s trousers, the woman manoeuvred the longest, thickest erection she had ever seen. Not that she’d seen that many erections, she reminded herself. When had there been time? She could almost feel the hot stiffened twitch of maleness against the woman’s hand.
As the mist floated around them revealing, concealing and revealing again, he slipped his other hand into Tara’s shorts. She caught her breath and nibbled her bottom lip as he found what he was looking for. Then she squirmed and twisted against him, practically sitting on his hand, as he stroked her. The look on her face was one of deepest concentration.
For a moment the mist thickened around the couple, and Marie held her breath listening desperately to hungry grunts that she felt deep in her belly and to little throaty moans that tingled down low, down where she shifted almost unconsciously into the dampening press of her panties against her labia.
When the mist cleared again, Anderson was sliding Tara’s shorts down, kneeling to kiss and nibble her calf as he lifted one exquisite leg free from both shorts and a pale lace thong that was definitely not what Marie would consider standard walking apparel.
He lifted the freed leg higher until Marie was afforded the perfect view of the woman’s distended lips, glistening like the heavily-dewed hawthorn flowers she’d cut this morning for a vase on her kitchen table. Marie was certain her own pout had to be at least as wet. The heat and the buzz between her legs intensified, and the slippery ache overrode the guilt at being an unwelcome voyeur, as she wriggled and strained against the seam of her walking trousers and her much more practical panties.
Anderson lifted Tara’s still booted foot onto his shoulder in reckless disregard for his pristine suit. He moved forward cupping Tara’s ass cheeks in large kneading handfuls, guiding her into enough of a squat to position her splayed cunt so that his tongue had easy access. Then he buried his face deep into the woman’s pussy, as though he planned to split her in two with his tongue and the wedge of his face. The woman trembled and pressed back hard against the rock, surly just to keep from collapsing under the overwhelming pleasure of what Anderson’s mouth must feel like eating at her so deeply.
Marie was amazed that, totally surrounded by fog as they were, her view was still perfect, even enhanced. She could almost feel the distended press of the woman’s nipples as she tugged and pulled at them with the hand not curled possessively in the man’s dark hair. She could almost smell the slippery sheen of the woman’s heat coating the man’s beard. And the rise and fall of his chest matched her own hungry need for oxygen. A single droplet of pre cum glistened on the head of his uncut cock. It lewdly, jutted and danced between his legs like an escapee from his dapper trousers. It boldly proclaimed freedom with each bounce and shudder against heavy balls pressed tight in their own effort to escape confinement.
It was as if the world in the mist now contained nothing else but the three of them. And the world the three of them inadvertently shared had shifted into slow motion, as though every detail were magnified, intensified and stretched to the breaking point all at the juncture between Marie’s thighs.
Even in her fantasies nothing like this had ever happened. Marie moved very carefully, feeling the rock shift under her feet as she eased her cold hand down the front of her trousers and into her panties. She shuddered at her first touch. Her knees felt weak as water as she wriggle her fingers in between her pussy lips, already drenched and swelling. She couldn’t hold back a sigh at the velvety feel of herself, at her salty sweet aroma infusing the fresh fell air.
In the crescendo of her lust she wondered if even the crotch of her trousers would bare the mark of her heat when she was finished, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if her juices flooded and ran down her legs to puddle on the path beneath her, she could not have pulled away if her life depended on it. It was as though she were the invisible third party entangled in a rutting threesome too far gone to disengage.
Anderson tongued his way up over Tara’s belly, his face shimmering with her moisture, moving upward to suckle each of her nipples in turn before he pulled her to him and whispered against her ear.
Marie froze, her hand still in her knickers. She held her breath, but she couldn’t make out the man’s words.
Tara nodded and spoke breathlessly. ‘Yes, I know. I feel it. Such a powerful lust. We can’t hide it. There’s no way.’ She gave his cock a caress, and it jumped at her touch.
‘I fear it is far too late for that now.’ He turned her to the flank of the rise, where she bent, resting her arms against the rock, exposing the half-domes of her ass cheeks to Anderson and to Marie.
Tara lifted one knee onto a boulder. As Anderson helped position her, Marie caught an exquisite glimpse of the dark clench of her anus. As he spread her and she shifted her hips to accommodate him, the engorged lips of her cunt pouted into view again, open and anxious before him, before Marie.
As Marie watched his fingers move over the slick spread of the woman’s open folds she wished it were her cunt Anderson were caressing. But at the same time she wished she could touch the soft smooth skin that opened itself so pliantly to his probing. Marie could swear she smelled the tide pool of the woman’s arousal, different from her own, yet so delicious that it made her mouth water. Anderson postured over Tara, his cock like a sword pressing downward in his hand. His open fly exposed only his cock and the squeeze of his balls, which somehow made the act seem all the naughtier.
Suddenly the air around her chilled. The world tilted, and Marie felt dizzy and confused as though she had just awakened from a dream to find herself somewhere other than where she should be. Hands cupped and splayed her, hands she couldn’t see. An erection that wasn’t there pressed anxiously at her cunt. Her heart hammered, everything below her navel surged hot and trembled. The press of flesh and the smell of sex infolded her on all sides as though she were drowning in a heavy demanding caress, one that pushed at her, prodded at her, nuzzled at her, threatening to overwhelm her.
‘Please, Anderson I can’t contain it. Help me.’
It was the sound of Tara’s voice that pulled Marie back from cold panic, just as Anderson thrust home. Then the world warmed again and swung back into focus. Once more the sounds of pleasure filtered through the thick, otherwise silent air. As Anderson mounted Tara with a desperate grunt, it stopped mattering whether they knew she was there, and Marie felt strangely included in their intimacy. She pressed herself harder and harder into the palm of her hand, pinching her nipples until they ached in empathy with the growing rush building just behind her clit, a storm surge threatening to burst the dam and rip her apart.
Tara’s hair had come free from the pony tail and fell in a dark curtain around her face. Marie could almost see the heat waves radiating up the woman’s spine, higher and higher, as though Anderson jack-hammered them into her with each joint-cracking thrust of his cock.
It was obvious Anderson was straining close to the edge when Tara pulled away from him and turned around, grabbing his cock and keeping the rhythm steady. He dropped onto a bolder, then she knelt in front of him and began to slide his swollen erection between her breasts, faster and faster. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips moved rapidly, like she was saying something, chanting something over and over again, something Marie couldn’t quite make out. Not that she needed to with the sensory overload already throbbing through her whole body. Anderson, braced himself against the rocks, thrusting with abandon between the tight grip of Tara’s breasts, every muscle tense and quivering, until at last his whole body shuddered. ‘Oh dear Goddess,’ he gasped.
Tara pulled back, guiding his cock so that his viscous load splattered across her breasts in high arching spurts. Marie felt fire spread through her chest and down over her belly in empathy with the couple, and she humped herself harder, whimpering, gasping desperate to come.
The look on Anderson’s face was ecstatic as he unloaded. Then he joined Tara in whatever it was she was still repeating over and over again. While they chanted, he caressed and massaged and stroked, spreading his semen as though he were spreading lotion over Tara’s body, even up her neck and onto her cheeks and forehead. All the while Tara undulated and moaned beneath his touch and continued her chant.
‘My seed covers, but the power still resides in you,’ Anderson breathed. ‘And shall we release it now, my love?’
Tara only nodded and continued her breathless mutterings.
Before Marie could wonder what they were on about, he lifted Tara onto an outcropping of rock that was just the right height. ‘Then we shall complete what we have begun. Let me release it for you now, my darling, allow me the pleasure of finishing it.’
My God, the way the man talked, Marie thought. He could convince a woman her cunt was lined with gold. She could probably come just on his words alone.
He buried his face once more in Tara’s pussy, and once again, Marie felt as though she had been physically pulled into their intimacy.
With her gaze locked on the writhing couple, Marie tugged and pinched at the heavy nib of her clit until it buzzed with raw heat close to pain but much closer still to pleasure. She shoved and twisted and thrust the rest of her fingers into her grasping cunt until she reached the precipice, lingered there for a moment, then free-fell into a long dizzying orgasm, just as Tara convulsed her own release in breathless guttural grunts.
Marie’s legs gave under her, and she sat down hard, letting the aftershocks wash over her. Oxygen rushed back into her starving lungs. Muscles, strained to the point of collapse, relaxed and softened. The strange fire between her hip bones subsided to a warm thrum, and as the mist descended around her again, she managed to crawl to a mossy spot. Suddenly it didn’t matter how far she still had to walk or how thick the mist was. She could no longer hold her eyes open.
Just before she dozed, she thought she heard Anderson say, ‘There. That’s better, is it not?’
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Buy Links- Body Temperature and Rising is available in paperback and e-formats, from Amazon, Xcite, and all good book retailers.
Now before you dash off and buy Kd’s novel (and believe me- Part’s 2 and 3 of The Lakeland Trilogy are even hotter!!!!), let me just remind you that there will be another delicious Brit Babe teaser for you tomo!
Happy Reading
Kay xx
September 3, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!!- Day 10- Natalie Dae- Shadows and Darkness
It’s Day 10 of my Tasty Tasters fortnight, and today we have something HOT from the pen of the wonderful Natalie Dae a.k a .Emmy Ellis…this one’s a scorcher…
Over to you Natalie…
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I remember, before I worked full-time, when I wrote what were the original short stories that later became Shadow and Darkness. They were chapter-length shorts that revolved around the working day of a Domme. Each short explored what she did with one of her clients. There were ten in all, five about Mistress Shadow, five about Mistress Darkness, and later on I added their personal lives in between their working chapters and produced a novel. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt. Enjoy!
Blurb:
Two women, both working in a BDSM dungeon, both servicing clients to earn a living, both hoping for true love in the arms of men they’ve only ever dreamed about.
Ursula Meadows, Mistress Shadow by day, longs for the love she feels for her client, a man she’s dubbed Beautiful Luke, to be returned. As she goes through her week at work entertaining all the men on her list and giving them what they want, she spends her nights on a mission to make Luke fall in love with her.
The contrast between her daily life and her evenings is stark, but she’s determined to have the sexy-as-sin man in her bed permanently and not just on the bed in her dungeon. Will she get what her heart aches for, or will Luke, a self-confessed brawler and user of women, find it difficult to stick to just one woman?
Klara Woods, Mistress Darkness by day, is a nymphomaniac. She took a job in a BDSM dungeon as the only way she could think of to sate her huge sexual appetite. Madam allows her to give “extras”, and Klara is happy with the arrangement until she goes out one Monday evening in search of a man to fulfil her needs and meets one who wants so much more than just sex. They agree they won’t have sex until Friday, but it proves difficult for Klara. Every time they meet she can’t resist doing something sexual with him, and the wait until Friday becomes intolerable…
Along with the knowledge she may have found the only man who can service her needs full-time, Klara has to decide whether, if they make a go of their relationship, she can leave the dungeon and all her clients behind. Is her love for Ben strong enough for her to become a one-man woman? Is Ben’s stamina enough to keep Klara sated 24-7? Friday night will be the ultimate test…
This story has a Brit Babe rating of…
Excerpt:
That attire—expensive denims, brand name polo shirt, polished leather loafers—suggests he is wealthy, but one can’t always be sure from appearances. His voice, cultured, brings upper class to mind…though, again, it is foolhardy of me to assume. So often it makes an ass out of you and me.
Name: Luke Johnson
Preference: Bastinado
Notes: Arrogant upon arrival, which lingers at the beginning of the session, submissive thereafter, embarrassed upon leaving. Non-violent. Unmarried.
My dungeon, one of many housed in this remodelled warehouse in London’s belly, witnesses what some may say are atrocities. This black-painted room allows release of men’s wants—wants they wouldn’t otherwise have assuaged. It seems wives don’t understand, and these men…they are, for the most part, ashamed of their desires. Society—cruel society—deems their fantasies absurd, twisted, and weird.
I do not.
The stairs outside my dungeon creak, and I wonder, not for the first time today, if it’s Luke’s tread. Beautiful Luke, who garners more than a second glance from the ladies.
From me.
On more than one occasion I’ve imagined Luke entering a bar. All heads—male and female—look his way. Women swoon at the thought of belonging to him. Men harbour secret wishes that they were him.
I would say Luke is well aware of the attention he commands. He enters my room once a week, always on a Monday, and the air he brings with him holds a charge. A tangible aura. I’d made a bargain with myself to keep business and pleasure separate. If I hadn’t, I’d fuck him. He’s one of the few clients that makes me hot…wet. One of those clients I’d break my own rule for.
Another set of creaks, heavier than the last, indicate the blond Adonis with a penchant for bastinado has arrived. Why he loves his feet caned I don’t know, and I would never bring myself to ask. It isn’t any of my business, although the question still burns my tongue every time I see him.
I inhale, release the breath with slow deliberation, and straighten my shoulders. Upon entrance, he’ll see a black-haired woman, kohl-lined eyes steely, no-nonsense, red lips full and soft. My outfit, the one Luke prefers, resembles that of Catwoman, minus the ears. He loves the clothing, said once that he imagines the feel of it—rubbery and tacky on his hands—that stroking it while I cane him would make him come faster. I had bitten back a gentle laugh at that. He comes fast enough as it is.
He knocks on the door, and I wonder what he’s been up to this weekend just past. Last Monday he’d reported his involvement in a bar brawl. The other week he’d said he’d found himself in an altercation with some man in the gym. One never has any idea of his transgressions until the session begins.
“Enter,” I say.
And wait. Luke always takes a moment to turn the handle and allow himself entrance into my domain. I suspect he fights with himself as to whether he should come in. Or whether he should turn away—leave the premises, never to return. I would guess his predilection gives him sleepless nights. On the one hand he can’t help what he desires, yet on the other… Maybe he thinks people would ridicule him if he let the secret out, perhaps say he was strange, off the wall. For a man like Luke, being cast out of his manly circles, scorned for his needs…well, it would crush him. He’s the ultimate alpha, and alphas, at least the ones I’ve met, don’t like slights of any kind.
The handle rattles, the keeper releases, and the door swings open. And there stands Beautiful Luke, his six-foot-six frame silhouetted by the stark hallway lighting. Blond hair, just long enough to touch his shoulders—wispy waves that call out for me to run my fingers through them, to bury my nose in their softness. Broad shoulders—so broad he almost fills the frame. A muscled chest that a woman could well imagine beneath that white T-shirt of his, one I have seen on many occasion. His nose is skewed—definitely having been broken at some point—and I like that about him. He looks rough around the edges, more than ready for a little…force in the bedroom. The thought of him switching and being the Dom whispers through my mind, and I know he’s the only man I’ve met so far who I’d reverse roles for. To be splayed beneath him, accept everything he dishes out, looking into those blue eyes…
“Good morning, Luke.” Thankfully, my voice is steady, doesn’t belie the tremor racing through me just at the sight of him. I can smell him, all tangy aftershave and fresh sweat. I want that sweat on me. I want that scent so close I can’t breathe.
He steps inside and closes the door, his unblemished hand with its square-ended fingers flat against the wood. He didn’t fight this weekend, then. As usual, he ignores me, slaps his payment on the small wooden table beside the door, and stalks past, heading for the changing room at the back. Inside, he turns to snap the red curtain across for privacy, and his gaze meets mine, a hint of disgust in those heavenly irises. He holds me in contempt, I know. However, I don’t care—much. He arrives, he pays, he gains what he seeks, and leaves.
Leaves me longing for next Monday.
I play a game every time he arrives. Will he preserve his arrogance upon leaving the changing room this week? Will he ignore the myriad instruments hanging on the walls instead of emerging to hang his head and take in the tools one by one from beneath lowered lashes? To check if anything new has gained a place on one of the hooks? I’m amused as to why he bothers. His only interest so far has been the riding crop.
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Shadow and Darkness is available in print and ebook from Total-E-Bound, Amazon, and many other online stores.
Bio:
Natalie Dae writes in several pen names (Geraldine O’Hara, Sarah Masters, Harlem Dae, Charley Oweson) and lives in an English village on the outskirts of Oxford. She has made a television appearance on a Swedish arts show, hit Channel 4 news, CNN, and a line of books she has written for have been mentioned on The Russell Howard Show, Jimmy Kimmel, This Morning, GMTV, The Wright Stuff and Lorraine Kelly. She’s been featured in several magazines, including Marie Claire, and has appeared in national newspapers including The Sun, The Daily Mail and The Express. Every appearance and mention frightened her silly, so whenever possible she prefers to stay under the radar and hide at home, running the art department for Total-E-Bound Publishing or writing.
Natalie uses her personal page on Facebook for all her names. You can find her HERE as Emmy Ellis. Feel free to follow!
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Wow- I need a little lie down after that!!
Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for some hotness from the one and only K D Grace!!
Happy Reading
Kay xx
September 2, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!!- Day 9- Lucy Felthouse- A Taste of London
Hot on the heels of Lily’s wonderful taster yesterday, today the amazing Lucy Felthouse is joining us for Day 9 of Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!
Blurb
Book one of the A Taste of… series
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year travelling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.
Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.
A Taste of London has a Brit Babe rating of…
Extract:
Ryan took a step back.
“Hey…how old are you?” He’d thought she looked about the same age as him, but of course it was much easier for girls to make themselves look older.
She giggled again. “Don’t worry, I’m eighteen, perfectly legal. I’ll show you my driving licence if you want.”
Ryan shook his head, a frown creeping across his features. “So what’s with all the secrecy then?”
She lowered her lashes and Ryan’s heart thudded as his mind started to race through the possibilities. His gaze slid to the door. Suddenly he was convinced that the police were going to rush in at any minute, clap handcuffs on him and sling him in the back of a squad car.
Her next words snapped him out of his thoughts. “Don’t look so worried. I’m a Catholic. Just not a very good one.”
Ryan’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. That thought had certainly not occurred to him. He blinked, then recovered his senses enough to ask, “So, um, you’re here with your parents then?”
“Oh God, no!” She covered her mouth with her hands. “Oops—I told you I wasn’t a very good Catholic. Taking the Lord’s name in vain in a cathedral, of all places.”
They both laughed, before she continued, “No, I’m here with a church group. We’re staying at the female-only hostel on the High Street. The old fuddy-duddies in charge think that just because we’re not sleeping in the same building as any males that we’re perfectly safe from ‘corruption.’ They obviously don’t realize that there are so many more places to commit sins than in a bed.”
“S-sins?” Ryan had to practically force the word out. He was no stranger to getting up to no good in unusual places, but in a cathedral with a not-so-good Catholic girl? His cock strained against his jeans, clearly more up to speed than his brain, which struggled to process what she was saying.
“Yes,” she replied, grabbing his arms and pushing him so his back was against the door. She licked her lips and raised an eyebrow. “Sins.”
Ryan’s hard-on twitched. She stood on tiptoes and pressed a cherry-flavored kiss to his lips. The length of her body molded against his, and Ryan heard a light thump as she slid her shoulder bag off and let it fall to the floor.
“So.” Her eyes glinted in the gloom as she crushed her small breasts harder against his chest, “how do you feel about corrupting a good Catholic girl?”
Ryan gave his brain a veritable kick up the arse. He was pretty shell-shocked by her revelation, but if he fucked this up now he had no one to blame but himself. The girl was literally throwing herself at him. Her entire demeanor told Ryan that she was no angel, but that didn’t stop him wanting to do as she wanted, and corrupt her.
He grinned at her, and rolled his hips. “What do you have in mind?” Not that it mattered. He had a condom in his wallet so he was prepared for any eventuality.
It seemed, however, that that wasn’t what she had in mind, because instead of answering his question, she gave a positively wicked grin and slid to her knees in front of him. In a move that cemented Ryan’s belief that she wasn’t in need of any corruption, she flipped open his belt, undid his button and fly and maneuvered his cock out of his boxers.
A hungry look crossed her face and she pumped his shaft in her tiny hand a couple of times before sinking her mouth onto his cock. It was hot, wet and eager. She licked and slurped enthusiastically at his glans until it was good and lubricated, before inching his length deeper inside.
Ryan gasped and slammed his head back against the door, wishing he had something to grab on to. In the absence of anything else, he tangled his fingers into her hair and pulled lightly. He knew from experience not to piss off a woman who had her mouth—teeth and all—around his cock, so he just held on to the soft strands as she bobbed up and down.
As one hand maneuvered the base of his shaft—she couldn’t take his length any farther down her throat, it seemed—the other slipped lower and cupped his balls. Ryan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the sensations began to overtake him, and he felt the tingling in his groin which signaled his impending climax.
“Hey,” he said, not wanting her to end up with an unexpected mouthful of spunk.
She didn’t stop, merely making an “Mmm” sound around his prick, the vibrations of which only served to stimulate him further, leaving him unable to hold off his orgasm. He couldn’t help it—his grip on her hair tightened along with his balls and seconds later he was biting his bottom lip as jets of spunk filled the terrible Catholic girl’s mouth. She was unperturbed and slowed her pace on his cock only when it started to soften, licking and sucking up every last drop of cum until he was as clean as when she’d started—cleaner, even.
Links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-london/
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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Huge thanks to Lucy for that mouth watering taster!! Don’t forget to come back tomorrow!!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
September 1, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!!- Day 8- Lily Harlem- The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita
It’s Day 8 of my fortnight of tasty tasters- and I’m thrilled to be handing over to my fellow Brit Babes for a week of delicious snippets.
Who better to kick off Brit Babe week than the lovely Lily Harlem and The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita… This taster is simply sizzling…
Blurb -
Writing Harita’s sexy fictional adventures is my closely guarded secret, but when her antics become a reality in my bedroom, can I handle my new husband and his fondness for dominant, copy-cat role play?
No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita’s wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I’ve waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.
Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.
So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.
This book gets a Brit Babes of…
Excerpt -
It has been an eventful weekend in my nocturnal world. Saturday night was my first pole performance at Talin’s. The club was overflowing and the air thick with cigarette smoke and the bellow of men’s chatter. During my first steps I was nervous, but practicing paid off, my routine went well and I was pleased with the new black suspender belt. It was sexy and risqué when I spun around the pole then belly danced for the front row of the audience.
Madan was, of course, there, sipping a drink chock full of ice, and his seductive, brown eyes never left my body as I danced and writhed, swung and twirled. He’d been keen to see this new craze, this new sizzling dance the girls had been talking about in hushed whispers and rehearsing in secret. I’d been even keener to show him, to perform for him. Just one look from Madan is like a thousand caresses from any other man.
When my erotic performance came to an end, he stood, slammed his drink on the table and stalked to the exit. My heart fluttered, and a lump grew in my belly. Had he not enjoyed watching me coil around the cool, hard steel? I’d caressed it like a lover and been shameless in the way I’d flashed the gusset of my panties to the entire room. I’d even considered doing the routine topless next time, it felt so good, so liberating, to be spinning through the air while everyone watched adoringly.
I headed into the backstage corridor, keen to get to my dressing room. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle to my room, I heard my name called sharply.
“Harita.”
I turned, clutching my chest. “Madan! You took me by surprise.”
He took three ground-eating paces towards me, his jaw set and his eyes flashing. I couldn’t tell if he were beyond furious or consumed with desire. There was a rise of colour on his cheeks and his fists were balled.
“What is it?” I asked, pushing open the door and taking a backwards step inside.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a voice that was more like a growl than human speech. “Ever.”
“You liked it?”
“Oh, yes.” He moved into the small room with me and kicked the door shut. “And I’m going to show you just how much I liked it.”
His fine-tailored jacket hit the floor with a quiet whump and he tore off his shirt. Between one breath and the next, he’d shifted the contents of my dressing table, bunching them to one side, and lifted my bum onto the cool wood.
“Madan,” I gasped, gripping his hot, hard shoulders for purchase. “We can’t, not here.”
“You will do as I say.” He ripped at my thong panties, tearing them from my body. “Especially when you have me about to combust, my sexy little Janu.”
His eyes were stormy with desire, and lust coiled in my belly. I needed Madan the way I needed my next breath.
“Unzip me,” he growled. “Take my lavDa into your sweet mouth. Don’t stop sucking until I tell you to.”
As his kiss threatened to consume me, I dragged at the zip on his pants and released his big, pulsing…
“Kamini, would you get off that laptop? You have a fitting in less than an hour.”
“Yes, Mother,” I shouted, quickly hitting ‘save’ and closing down the screen. I would have to finish Harita’s sex scene later. Right now, there were essential wedding plans to organise.
Buy Links
Total-E-Bound http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1351
ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theunwholesomeadventuresofharita-648831-147.html
Bio
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora’s Cave, HarperCollins, Total-E-Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeat Press. Her HOT ICE series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot, Scored and Breathe You In have been blessed with many 5* reviews.
She also co-authors with Natalie Dae and together they write as Harlem Dae – look out for the hot new Sexy as Hell trilogy which will burn up your e-reader!
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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Wow- yummy!!! Thanks Lily!!
Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for more tasty taster temptations!!
Happy Reading Everyone
Kay xx
August 31, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 7- The Retreat (The Perfect Submissive Book 2)
EXCLUSIVE!!!
It’s Day 7 of my Tasty Tasters fortnight!
To celebrate the last day of my week of the Tasty Taster series, rather than dip back into the Kay Jaybee archive, I thought I’d treat you to something brand new- the introduction to my forthcoming novel- The Retreat.
Part 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- this sequel carries on from 6 months after we have left Miss Jess Sanders adjusting to her new life at the Fables Hotel…
Blurb
Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.
Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.
As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.
Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?
In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…
The Retreat has a Brit Babe rating of
Extract
Prologue
‘Please Sir. Please! I won’t let you down.’
David Proctor peered at the woman crouched before him. The top of her head, haphazardly piled with blonde curls, was all he could see of her bowed face.
‘I can learn. I can.’ Her voice quivered with deep-seated yearning, ‘I’ll learn to be whoever you want me to be.’
The heated softness of her Scottish accent added a dimension to David’s arousal which he hadn’t expected. No stranger to the world of submission and domination, he’d never met anyone so keen to be subservient to him before.
With his ego growing almost as much as his cock, which nudged against the inside of his suit trousers, David hunkered down beside the girl. Her bare buttocks bore the pleasing marks of his palm. The fading prints were a blotched pink now, but they’d blazed red only moments ago, when he’d pinned her across his lap, spanking her backside again and again in punishment for her repeated disobedience. Or rather, for her failure to obey, despite her repeated efforts to please him.
The cook’s breasts, just over a handful in size, were dotted with freckles, and as he fondled them between his fingers, David’s mind seethed with images of all the things a willing slave could do for him.
Lifting her lowered head by the chin, David fixed his hazel eyes into her sapphire ones, ‘But you refuse to climax when I tell you to.’ His voice wasn’t angry, but it was hard. David Proctor was, and would always be, an unyielding business man. If there was nothing in any arrangement of long term benefit for him, it wouldn’t happen.
‘I want to though Sir. I really want to, I… Forgive me, but you make me hang on for so long before granting permission to come, and then I can’t. I am so sorry, I…’
‘SShhhh.’ David ran his fingers through the wisps of hair that had escaped her hooked up ponytail. There was no denying that she intrigued him. With each stroke of her wavy locks he thought.
The Retreat did need another submissive. And soon, if his business plans were to expand in the direction he intended. The man Fairtasia was sending to represent them was due any day now, and not long after that, their delegates would arrive.
‘Please Sir?’ The cooks pupils seemed impossibly wide as she held his eyes, and but for the occasional shiver of denied desire, her bare legs didn’t move against the stone kitchen floor, proving just how good her stamina was already. ‘Lady Tia could teach me.’
‘Tr…ain…ing.’ David spoke the thought slowly, as if to himself, mulling each letter over with his tongue, but the young woman leapt upon the word.
‘Training! Yes Sir! Dr Ewen says Lady Tia is the best dominatrix there is.’
‘She is indeed good, but…’ The Retreat’s new owner reached his hands back to the girl’s tits, and felt his cock stiffen further as her nipples pressed greedily against his skin, ‘I’m not sure Lady Tia’s field of expertise will be sufficient in this case. Spankings and beatings you can already take, and plainly enjoy.’
The girl re-dipped her face. She was obviously trying not to let her disappointment in her own shortcomings show. There was no doubt she was submissive material- and yet- not quite. Her deference to him however, and his urgent requirement for an additional member of staff, made David’s mind up for him.
‘I think it’s time I contacted a friend in England. I’m sure she’ll send us the help we need.’ Manipulating the cook’s chest with greater vigour, relishing the resulting gasp of pain tinged pleasure that flew from her lips; David’s round face gave a calculating smile.
His eyes had fallen upon the giant range in the centre of The Retreat’s antique kitchen. Then his gaze travelled to the table next to it. A huge old fashioned pottery jar of ginger powder, and another of brown sugar, sat awaiting the sidetracked cooks’ attention.
For weeks David had been contemplating how to impress the Fairtasia company delegation. He knew that the final securing of the contract he wanted from them so badly, would depend on the outcome of the party The Retreat was hosting for them in a month’s time.
In order for the head of Fairtasia to sign on the dotted line, and make their business arrangement official, the evening would have to be unforgettable. Now, as he looked about him, David knew precisely what theme that party was going to take. And how fitting it would be.
‘Alisha.’
The cook jerked her head up hopefully at her employer’s use of her first name.
‘You may train to be The Retreat’s new submissive. Lady Tia can begin your lessons as you suggest.’ David unzipped the fly of his trousers. As he freed his dick, he had to suppress a laugh as the girl eyed it hungrily. ‘You may also address me as David. I don’t like Sir. I never have. Now suck me off.’
‘Yes David.’
‘Good girl.’ Extracting his mobile from his pocket, David tapped in a number as the cook’s velvet mouth engulfed him.
The sucking of Alisha’s lips and tongue working around his length was the only sound in the granite room, as David waited for his call to be picked up.
‘Ah, Fables Hotel? Could you put me through to Mrs Peters’ office please?… Not there?… Please tell her that Mr Proctor has a proposition for her; and that time is of the essence.’
Pocketing his mobile, David tangled his fingers into the cook’s increasingly messed up hair. Tilting his groin forward, admiring the way Alisha amended her position so she didn’t gag, but took him deeper, David asked, ‘Tell me, how much do you know about fairytales…?’
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Well- if that has perked your curiosity- then you can pre-order The Retreat on Xcite or Amazon in either paperback or e-book form via these links…
Check out yesterdays’ Tasty Taster if you haven’t read Part 1 of the trilogy! (Although I should stress that you don’t need to have read the first book to enjoy The Retreat- it would give you lots of juicy background to the main characters….)
All that remains now is for me to thank you for joining me on this journey through my past works, and to say YIPPEE- as from tomorrow of my fellow Brit Babes will be taking over my site! So make sure you come back for Day 8 when the fabulous Lily Harlem be here!
Happy Reading Everyone.
Kay xx
August 30, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 6- The Perfect Submissive (Book1)
It’s Day 6 of my Tasty Tasters fortnight already!!! Not only that- today is the last day of August, and so it is also the final day of me being Xcite’s Author of the Month.
Therefore, I thought it would fitting today to share a little from the best selling of all my Xcite books (and the first part of the trilogy of the same name), The Perfect Submissive…
Blurb
Hidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.
When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels 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…
The Perfect Submissive has a Brit Babe rating of…
Extract
Jess was sat at her desk, a half eaten sandwich in one hand; the fingers of her other hand dancing over the computer keyboard. Laura watched her through the office window for a few moments before confidently stepping into the room, interrupting the clerk without hesitation. ‘Mr Davies informs me he has not yet had time to complete your preliminary tour of the hotel.’
Understanding precisely where the manageress intended to take her, Jess spoke carefully, ‘I’ve seen most of it, but not all.’
Without confirming the clerk’s suspicions, Laura said, ‘I have a few moments, so if you’d like to walk this way I’ll complete that area of your training.’ She pointed towards the office door, ‘You are bound to be asked for directions around the place by our guests and it doesn’t look very professional if a member of staff gets lost herself, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I would, Mrs Peters.’
Although she’d now worked at the Fables for just over a week, Jess still hadn’t looked her boss in the eye once, a fact that sent a buzz of conviction through Mrs Peters; her initial instincts about the girl had been correct.
‘Are you happy here so far, Miss Sanders?’
‘Yes, Mrs Peters. Thank you.’ Jess muttered her response, almost managing to glance directly at her superior, but falling short at her shoulders. Laura’s heartbeat increased in response to the girl’s natural deference. Jess Sanders was just so perfect for what she had in mind.
As they walked towards the staff lift Laura attempted to improve the flow of conversation, ‘And I don’t think you have yet been introduced to all the other members of staff?’
‘Not yet, no.’ Again Jess spoke cautiously, and Laura knew from the expression on her face that she was both fearful and curious about meeting anyone who kept their business arrangements entirely to the Fables upper storey.
‘We are one member of staff down at the moment; one of my assistants has left us for pastures new. I’m searching for a replacement. Master Lee Philips, who works in the bar downstairs, helps me out as and when required, but it’s not an ideal arrangement. He has many other duties, and besides, the fifth floor guests frequently prefer the female touch.’
Following the clerk into the lift it was obvious that no small talk was going to come from her, so Laura calmly kept up her commentary. ‘My associate, Miss Sarah, should be on the premises by 10.00 each morning, unless she has had a complete night session, in which case she is not expected until 2.00 p.m. As I’ve said, Master Philips comes and goes, depending on our requirements and his bar and reception work. Miss Sarah has her first session of the day in a few moments, if we are lucky we should just catch the show.’
Visibly shrinking back, Jess noticed how Mrs Peters walked a little taller now they’d reached her domain. Her face was more set, her back straighter, and somehow she appeared even more intimidating than before. Pushing her hands into the deep pockets of her clinging knee-length black skirt, Jess hid the growing sheen of perspiration on her palms, while trying to ignore the fearful beat of her pulse.
Crossing the threshold of the room, into which she was being firmly steered by the elbow, felt like entering another world to Jess, or rather, another time. Manoeuvred towards a plush red velvet chaise longue, her eyes darting here and there, the clerk was pointedly sat down.
Trying to ignore the light but persistent pressure of Mrs Peters cool hand against her wrist, Jess took in the reproduction William Morris wallpaper, the heavy dark-wood chest of drawers, the floor to ceiling bookshelves, and the faded brown leather wing-backed armchair. Centre stage, only a few metres from where they sat, was a huge writing desk. Its top was inlaid with a square of leather, a portion of which was covered with blotting paper, an accompanying ink well, pots of ink, and nibbed pens.
Jess was reminded of a museum she’d once visited as a child, where rooms from a variety of different houses had been re-created from a number of historical periods. This room had Victorian study written all over it.
The silence was beginning to get to her as she waited, perched rather than sat, on the unyielding seat. A faint voice of hope at the back of her head kept telling her that all this had to be some sort of practical joke, but one glance at Mrs Peters made Jess reconsider. Her eyes kept drifting towards the study door. Whatever she had been brought here to witness surely couldn’t begin until someone came in. Twenty seconds later, each one ticked off by the hammer of Jess’s heart beating, the door swung back with a confident push.
‘Ah, Miss Sarah,’ Laura rose from her seat, a stern glare at Jess telling her not to move. ‘I hope you don’t mind, but Fables has a new member of staff, and I thought it would be a good idea to let her observe one of our sessions.’
Miss Sarah, her face powdered to an ultra-pale complexion, her curling hair pinned up in the style of a Victorian lady, her exquisite outfit historically accurate down to the small white buttons that fastened her stylish black boots, curtsied at once to her superior, ‘Of course, Mrs Peters.’
The stunningly slim woman glanced briefly at Jess, her grey gaze only lingering long enough to acknowledge the stranger, without taking in what she looked like or who she might be. Miss Sarah’s indifference, dismissing the office clerk as an unimportant factor in the room, made Jess feel smaller and more anxious than ever.
The agonising lull continued and Jess’s imagination began to run riot as Miss Sarah sat at the desk in preparation for her client’s arrival. Images of pock-skinned overweight men, panting loudly as they fucked the employees of the fifth floor against the furniture made Jess’s stomach churn, but there was no way out. With a quiet determination that Mrs Peters would have been surprised to know Jess possessed, she thought, if the other members of staff here have survived this part of the tour, then so can I.
As Mrs Peters returned to both the chaise longue and her application of gentle restraint against the clerk’s arm, Jess’s body stiffened. Someone was knocking on the door. Not daring to face her employer, Jess focused on the figure that, after being granted permission to enter, walked meekly into the study.
If he hadn’t had his neck bent, his face to the floor with respect for Miss Sarah, who greeted him with a sharp ‘Good Morning’, Jess judged he would have been quite tall. And he was young; not the sweaty, aged bank manager Jess had conjured up in her head, but a man in his late 20s or early 30s, with a shaven face, short spiked ginger hair, and well built limbs. He was dressed as a servant, perhaps a stable hand. Jess was automatically reminded of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Gulping against her dehydrated throat, unwilling to see the sex that she was sure was about to follow, the clerk dropped her eyes, only to have her chin roughly jerked upwards by Mrs Peters, ‘No, child. You will observe. You will learn.’
A patina of panic gripped Jess. Every hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. Until that moment it had been unreal. She hadn’t let go of the hope that at any minute someone was going to turn around and say, ‘OK, Jess, it’s just a joke. We play it on all the new girls. Let’s grab a coffee.’ No one did though. No one was saying anything…
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If you’d like to read on, then Book One in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy is available as an e-book or paperback from Xcite at 25% off until 31st August.
Also available from -
Lovehoney- http://www.lovehoney.co.uk/product.cfm?p=25278
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358716163&sr=8-1
Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358717314&sr=1-1&keywords=perfect+submissive
Don’t forget to come back for the final day of my tasters tomorrow – when you will be able to read something BRAND NEW!! (and then next week you can read tasters from my fellow Brit Babes!)
Happy Reading
Kay xx
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