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August 29, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 5- A Sticky Situtation
It’s Day 5, and I’m softening the tone a little today, and sharing a little of my erotic romance, A Sticky Situation. This novella was inspired by my total and non-stop clumsiness- and habit of dropping toast and marmalade down my front…
Blurb-
If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.
Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.
Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…
A Sticky Situation has a Brit Babe rating of…
Extract
As the shower burnt its jet of water into his head and shoulders, Cameron scrubbed his body furiously with soap, trying to wash away all thoughts of Sally. It had been years since he’d let a woman get to him like this. What worried him most was that he didn’t just want to sleep with her. He actually wanted her to like him. This was new territory for Cameron James. As he stood there, beneath the steaming deluge, he couldn’t stop himself from envisaging exactly what he’d like to do with her.
He saw her bent at the end of his bed, waiting for him to kiss her firm arse.
He visualised her lying on her back, her legs wide open. Sally beaming up at him as he lowered himself onto her; her chest swollen and her nipples hard as he ate them, his thick cock sinking into her moist channel.
Cameron could almost taste her as he felt his dick go rigid where he stood, droplets of water cascading off it as, with eyes firmly closed, her saw his mouth coming to Sally’s indescribably soft mound. In his mind he drank from her, the heated water of the shower combining with her liquid, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Sally was moaning quietly, one hand leaving his head as she squeezed herself, playing her own fingertips across her beautiful almond tinted nipples.
Steadying one hand on the cubicle wall, Cameron’s fist came to his erection as his thoughts became more graphic, more urgent. He pumped slowly at first, as he saw Sally crouched next to him, the light pressure of her small palms pushing him to his feet so she could wrap her lips around his shaft. At first, she’d simply lick the tip enquiringly, as though she was trying a new flavoured ice cream for the very first time. Then, she’d speed up, lapping him with extended strokes, punctuating each move with a kiss to his balls; her nails discovering each inch of his hips and thighs.
Cameron’s whole frame shuddered, his wrist moving faster and faster along his length, the water almost forgotten as it pounded into his bent neck and ran down his back. Nothing mattered but the images in his head and the action of his hand. Sally had engulfed his cock in her mouth now. Sucking and teasing him out, almost stretching his pole, she was drawing him into her, until he was securely within her throat.
He could feel his orgasm rising, his brain flashing with differing shots of Sally as he wanked, of her lips at his dick, of his face between her legs, or her wet dress, clinging to the outline of her curves so temptingly, of how he’d marvelled at his ability not to grab her in the lift and tell her she was driving him nuts, and that he was a nice guy really. Of him slurping fallen food from her neck, of kissing her mouth, her breasts, her thighs; his hands everywhere as he stared into her beautiful emerald eyes.
As spunk spattered against the side of the shower unit’s tiles, Cameron’s eyes flew back open, his chest letting out a pent up exhalation of air via a guttural groan through his throat. ‘Enough,’ he panted into the small rectangular space. ‘Time to stop dreaming and actually do something about this!’
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See you tomorrow for more kinky reads…
Kay xx
August 28, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 4- Yes Ma’am
It’s Day 4 of my Tasty Tasters fortnight!
It’s time for a spot of Fem Dom action today- so it’s time to say Yes Ma’am!!
Blurb-
A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.
Lying in Wait- Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…
Black - He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to. Why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control around him. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself…
Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret. When her friend Claire asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed, it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfolded, and ready for Ali to do whatever she likes with. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.’
“Don’t You Emma” – In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover Daisy arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl who, it seems, can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…
Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she realises her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt…
Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her. He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want saving. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this….
This kinky anthology gets a Brit Babe rating of…
Lying In Wait
Surely they must be close. The quiet that hung in the air around him had passed beyond uncomfortable, and was fast heading towards eerie.
He had already swept the whole house. The pulse in Cadet Luke Porter’s neck galloped as he contemplated the reaction he’d get from the other squaddies if he screwed up yet another exercise. They teased him enough as it was.
Two o’clock in the morning, shrouded in the gloom and shadows of the night, the new recruit’s task was to crawl through the replica semi-detached house, without falling or being discovered by the “enemy” and rescue the “victim” lying wounded within. In this case, the enemy consisted of two more experienced cadets and the victim was his corporal, who had been left to “finish this damn seek and rescue exercise off” by the sergeant in charge, who’d definitely had a bee in her bonnet about something before she’d pissed off with all the other new recruits.
Luke strained his ears for any sound or movement. He hadn’t expected the dark to feel so oppressive. Despite the heavy pack he carried, his helmet, and the uniform in which he was dressed, the chill of the place make Luke shiver. It was best not to think that he was one of only four people stuck in this deserted replica town bang in the middle of Salisbury Plain. The fact that the whole thing was only an exercise and nothing life-threatening could really happen didn’t stop the adrenalin pumping through his body.
Risking a glance at his watch, Luke saw he only had four minutes to find the corporal and get outside. Exhaling slowly, he pushed himself away from the wall and felt for the doorway.
Calling out wasn’t an option in case the pseudo-enemy heard, so he studied the shadows carefully as he edged into the next room. Still nothing. This was strange, he had been in this room before; he’d looked around all the furniture and, even through the criss-cross of shadows, he should have been able to spot anyone easily.
Retreating, Luke headed to the hallway and crept down the stairs, concentrating hard on not making them squeak. His head throbbed, and he was aware of a patina of sweat spreading across his palms and down his neck.
A swift double-check of the kitchen and dining area produced nothing, and there was no one tucked behind the door in the downstairs bathroom. That only left the living room, and he’d been in there twice already.
‘Where the fuck have you been?’
The hazy outline of a woman sprawled on the sofa in the centre of the room was immediately obvious. ‘What!’ Luke’s face flushed with angry embarrassment. He’d checked this room. ‘You weren’t here before.’
Without wasting his breath complaining about being tricked by his “helpless” victim who’d obviously been dodging around to avoid him, Luke pulled at the wrists of Corporal Phelps so he could haul her towards the front door.
The woman however, resisted all attempts to be moved.
Doing his best to rein in his temper, Luke hissed between clenched teeth, ‘Corporal, I’ve got seconds to get you out. Now come on!’
‘I don’t think so, Lukey Baby.’
He’d long since given up reacting to the use of his hated nickname. As the youngest of the new recruits, he’d learnt to live with it. ‘You know I have to get this exercise right, now just fucking well get up!’
Grinning up at him, blatantly enjoying his cracking temper, fiddling with a stray black hair that had escaped from her ponytail, she spoke with annoying calm, ‘That’s not a very nice way to ask for help, Lukey. How about saying please?’
‘Corporal, I need you to come outside with me – please.’ Making a lunge at her waist, he picked Phelps up and threw her over his shoulder.
Corporal Phelps called out as she was hoisted into a fireman’s lift, ‘Hey girls! Do you see this? Lukey Baby is much stronger than he looks.’
Out of the gloom the two cadets who should have been acting as Luke’s “enemy” appeared before him.
Luke’s mouth opened to ask them what on earth they were playing at, but before a single word left his mouth Phelps had placed her hands over his groin and squeezed his dick hard. ‘Nice. It seems baby Lukey might not be quite so lickle ickle after all.’
Without stopping to think, and trying to ignore his body’s reaction to the Corporal’s groping, Luke threw Phelps off his shoulder, onto the sofa. Dumping his heavy pack, and pulling off the helmet, he looked from one woman to the other. Despite the dark it was easy to see that they were all smirking at him.
Refusing to give them the satisfaction of him shouting, Luke managed to control his anger. ‘Well done!’ You’ve managed to mess up my last chance. My last chance to get one of these bloody exercises right. Well ha-ha. If you wanted to get me thrown out, then you’re doing a great job!’
Completely indifferent to his words, still sprawled on the sofa where he’d dropped her, Phelps lifted herself up onto her elbows, her ankles swinging playfully in the air behind her. ‘We just wanted to see if it was true.’
‘To see if what was true?’
It was the redhead who Luke knew as Cadet Richards who replied, ‘To see if you’re all grown up.’
A new layer of perspiration prickled his forehead as the meaning of what she was saying sank in.
The third girl, Carter, stepped closer and took hold of both of his hands. Her skin was soft and cold, ‘You can forgive our curiosity surely?’ She used no force to ease his arms towards her and her tone was so reassuring that for a split second Luke thought she was about to apologise for their behaviour and end this charade.
In that instant, the full force of his naivety hit him. Leaping from the sofa, Phelps and Carter stripped Luke’s camouflage jacket from his back and yanked his T-shirt from his arms and head with an expertise that convinced him they’d worked together in this way before.
As Phelps held his wrists securely behind him, Richards came directly in front of Luke with eyes blazing like points of fire in the gloom. Shocked, Luke knew she was defying him to move as her fingers came to his black belt, and made short work of undoing it. ‘Let’s see just how big a boy you are…’
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Only 3 more days of my Tasty Tasters to go before I hand over to my Brit Babe pals!! Don’t forget to come back tomorrow, when we will be lightening the mood, with a touch of erotic romance…
Happy reading
Kay xx
August 27, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 3- The Voyeur
It’s Day 3 of my Tasty Tasters fortnight!
Yesterday I promised you 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 BDSM threesome erotic romance, 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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Don’t forget to come back tomorrow, when we will be exploring a touch of FemDom action…
Kay xx
August 26, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 2- Quick Kink Two
It’s Day 2 of my Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters- and following hot on the heels of yesterdays extract from Quick Kink One, here’s a snippet from Quick Kink Two!
Blurb
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.
This anthology of toasty tales gets a Brit Babes rating of…
I’m feeling particularly kind and smiley today- so let me treat you to a complete short story- let’s share a…
Secret Smile
Joanna’s legs felt stiff. They ached in places she didn’t think it was possible for them to ache. Even her hips throbbed, preserving the echo of where Lee’s hands had been; reminding Joanna of how he’d grasped her body with beautifully rough force.
The smile that played at the corner of her eyes as she moved around the house, carrying out the mundane tasks of the afternoon, was the only indicator of the amazing encounter just past. As Joanna poured water into the sink to tackle the mountain of washing up, her mind replayed the highlight of her day.
She’d been waiting for the doorbell to ring since one o’clock. It was already almost three, and time was running out. In a little over half an hour she would be on the school-run, and Joanna would turn into “Mum” once more, and not a sexy woman awaiting her lover.
Over the past few months Joanna had become accustomed to giving constant glances towards her front door as she sat at her desk working. She’d long since stopped worrying if Lee would turn up or not. If he was late it was because a job had overrun, not because he didn’t want to spend a few precious moments of time with her on the parallel universe they’d created for themselves.
No one else knew they met. A fiction they perpetuated by the sheltered nature of her home, her neighbours’ workday absence, and the fact Lee always parked his battered blue van in the next street.
Of course the later he was, then the faster the sex would be, but, Joanna thought to herself as she failed to concentrate on the spreadsheets she was theoretically working on, one of his quick fucks was always worth experiencing.
Joanna’s levels of anticipation increased with each tick of the clock that sat on the bookshelf next to her desk. As the flick of the second hand echoed through the quiet of the room, her body began to react to the frustration of waiting. She could almost feel his rough hands on her smooth, pale flesh. They’d be calloused, with the fresh cuts he’d have picked up that day from whatever his work as an odd-job man had bought him.
Her state of semi-arousal increased as her nipples, desperate for the attention her body had been expecting for the last two hours, pushed against her black satin bra. Leaning back in her swivel chair, Joanna closed her eyes and, impatience getting the better of her, began to dance her slim fingers over her thin maroon shirt. Undoing her buttons, one at a time, she pictured Lee standing before her. Joanna smiled as she imagined his clumsy digits fumbling over the tiny fastenings until he got frustrated with them, and simply yanked the whole garment over her head.
Only two buttons of her blouse were still done up, when the urgent ringing of the doorbell abruptly pulled Joanna from her erotic musings. She dashed to the door.
Lee hastened inside, apologising for his lateness, and muttering something about a badly blocked drain. His face, however, showed instant approval at Joanna’s dishevelled state. Muttering, ‘Nice bra, baby,’ he wasted no time, and dropped his hands into the gap she’d made, popping her tits free so he could attack them with his mouth.
She groaned into his shoulder as teeth grazed her nipples, sending electric shocks through her nervous system, instantly igniting her pussy. Then, as one, in a flurry of urgency, they simultaneously remembered the shortness of the time they had together, and yanked off their own trousers and underwear.
Joanna’s pulse raced rapidly as she saw how gorgeously hard he was already. Recognising the hunger in her eyes, Lee rolled on a condom as he whispered into her ear, ‘I’ve been pumping blood down there for the last two hours thinking of you, babe.’ Without bothering to ask for permission, he flipped Joanna over onto her front, and swiftly impaled himself into her from behind.
‘That’s so good,’ Joanna murmured as she surrendered her body to his thrusts, relishing the solid weight of his muscular frame as his huge hands grasped her hips. Slamming hard against his lover, Lee slipped a hand over her slick clit, massaging her wetness in time to his movements.
‘Talk dirty to me, baby.’
Without hesitating, Joanna immediately began to tell him what he wanted to hear, ‘You really are a bad boy, making me all wet, I’ve been thinking of how well you fuck all afternoon. I’ve also been thinking of a girl I once knew …’ Lee sighed as he listened, increasing Joanna’s confidence as she continued, ‘… she used to spend hours just sucking my tits, but you suck tits better, much better. Hell, I’ve never been as horny in my life as I get thinking about us together; my vibrator batteries have worn right down since our last shag …’
Lee grunted urgently into her ear, ‘Babe, I’m coming.’ He increased the pressure of his fingers on her clit, and suddenly Joanna was climaxing as well, her body shuddering against his sweetly sweaty bulk as he moved even faster.
They dressed quickly, laughing at their crumpled, semi-clad selves, making plans for their next encounter. Then, giving Joanna a fiercely deep kiss, Lee was gone.
Joanna sat on the sofa, marvelling at how quiet and big her house felt after her lover’s departure. Flexing her muscles, she knew that, in about an hour, her body would start to bruise and throb, with the satisfying worthwhile sort of ache which always gave her a secret smile.
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Don’t forget to come back tomorrow, when I’ll be treating you to a bit of BDSM…
Kay xx
August 25, 2013
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters!! Day 1- Quick Kink One
It’s the last week of August, and therefore the last week of me being Xcite’s author of the month!
I thought it would be great to celebrate by taking a dip into my Xcite works, and revive the Tasty Tasters Fortnight I ran on my site last year!
So brace yourselves, for I am about to fill the next seven days of my blog with chunks and tit bits from the Kay Jaybee archive!!
Then next week, to welcome in September with a bang, I will be handing over to my fellow Brit Babes, who will be sharing some of their delicious offerings with us!
What better way to kick off Day 1 this exploration into my past works, than to offer you two books at once! Fancy a bit of Quick Kink?
Let’s start with a mini morsel from Quick Kink One…
Blurb
Quick Kink 1 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 afterhours 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.
Both Quick Kink One has a Brit Babe rating of…
Extract
A Delivery of Words
‘I have a confession to make.’
As my courier sat down opposite me at a small table in my local café, I waited for him to expand on this unexpected statement. What could this man, who I didn’t know beyond the fact that he was called Joe, and that he had driven his van to my home once a week for the past eight months, have to confess to me? After all, we only see each other for 30 seconds of chat every seven days, while I sign for my parcels of editing. That works out at an average of two minutes interaction a month. I was intrigued.
‘A confession?’
He dropped his deep brown eyes to his plate of chips, whether in mock-confession or with genuine embarrassment, I’m not sure. ‘Ever since you told me what you did for a living – you know, what you write about, what you edit and that, well, I haven’t been able to shift you from my head.’
When he looked up to see my reaction to his stumbled statement, despite his 30 or so years, Joe blushed like a teenager.
It would be untrue to say I’d never fantasized about him and what might happen if I was ever to see the inside of his big blue van. But then that’s my job, to fantasize; to create an erotic situation out of anything and anywhere. We are certainly not talking hearts and flowers here.
Joe’s short, strawberry blond hair had obviously been recently cut, and his green polo shirt was either on its second day of wear, or he’d got very hot in the van that morning. A vague, not unpleasant, odour of maleness mixed with deodorant, wafted across the table at me. I could just see the bottom of a tattoo poking out from the edge of his short sleeve. His arms were muscular, but not over-worked, and had probably been built up via the heavy lifting of parcels and packages rather than working out in a gym.
Leaning forward, I fixed him with my professional stare, but still allowed a flicker of a smile to play at the corner of my eyes. ‘The idea of me sitting here innocently writing obscenities in public? Or the fact that I spend most of my time thinking about sex? What’s the thing that gets you going exactly?’
He returned my steady look, but I could see amusement struggling to escape from the corner of his lips, which gave an involuntary twitch as he sat fiddling with his fork.
‘I asked you a question?’
Joe grinned, giving me a glimpse of surprisingly white teeth. ‘I guess it’s the innocence thing.’
‘Innocence? That’s not a word I’m usually associated with.’
‘I bet it’s not!’ He picked up a chip and slipped it into his mouth. ‘At least, not by people who know you. To the rest of the world, well, you look so, so …’
‘Ordinary?’ I smiled to let him know the word wasn’t offensive to me.
‘Well, yes, I mean, you’re attractive and all that, but you don’t look like a queen of porn.’
‘Exactly.’
‘I’m sorry?’
‘I don’t look a threat, so people tell me things. Their most intimate secrets. It’s a bit like being an actress really. I adopt different personas to get information and stories out of the unsuspecting public, and then I write about what they’ve told me.’
‘So you don’t make it all up then?’
‘Not always, no. Sometimes I invent short stories, but most of the time I record the weird and wonderful exploits of the unbelievably warped British public.’
‘Oh.’
I could tell he was mildly disappointed, so I leant forward, and gave him my flirtiest conspiratorial look. ‘Any stories you wish to share with me? You could star in my next book.’
Now he looked really embarrassed. ‘Not really. Nothing unusual enough for you, I’m sure.’
‘Would you like there to be?’
And that’s where we left it. I’d already finished my coffee, so I decided to let Joe ponder what I’d said, and went home to do some writing.
He came to see me the next afternoon.
The day after that, Joe found me in a coffee shop. He sat down and told me a story.
‘She’d obviously been expecting me, and had prepared carefully for my arrival. In fact, I’d told myself I wouldn’t be calling on her that week, for I had no parcel to deliver, but of course I went. She knew I would, and I did.
She opened the door to her terraced home with a knowing expression on her face, and I felt momentarily cross with myself for being so weak, so predictable. But that feeling didn’t last, as the woman I know only by her initials, led me into her home.
It wasn’t at all what I’d expected. No silk throws, no red leather furniture, no fluffy, feathery cushions. It was just a house like any other. She seemed to understand my disappointment, or at least my confusion, and explained how the house was a short-term rental for the duration of her writing project in the south-west of England. She told me, quite firmly, that she wasn’t a tart, she was a writer.
With the mention of her writing, I felt a frisson of lust shoot down my spine, and my eyes were drawn away from my companion to the desk in the corner of the living room. It was cluttered with pens, pencils, and reams of paper. Next to a closed lap-top lay a pile of books, a few of them obviously tomes on erotica, but the one on the top was a dictionary. Somehow the very ordinariness of the dictionary extinguished my desire; it seemed wrong for someone like her to own any literature that wasn’t lurid in some way.
Her gaze followed my own, and she picked up the large, obviously well-thumbed, paperback. “The dictionary. The dirtiest book ever written.”
“What?”
Lowering her voice until it reached a slow, husky, sexy tone, she said, “It contains every word I use. Every word. Every sentence I write comes from in here.” Standing only inches away from me, her unblinking eyes, bored into mine. “I mix the words, change them, arrange them into whatever I want … whatever you want.”
The author was almost whispering now, and I was hanging on her every utterance. All I could think of was the very nearness of her, the fact that I was so close to her moist lips, her neat breasts and her soft, bobbed red hair.
“Say a word Joe. Any word from the dictionary.”
I regarded her blankly for a second, distracted from my craving for her body by a request which seemed quite out of keeping with our situation.
“A word, Joe. Say the word you want to say right now.”
My brain clicked into gear as she fanned the dictionary in front of my eyes, as if it was some sort of naughty sex toy, and I said, “Kiss.”
I had expected her to kiss me straight away, but she didn’t. She nodded, as if to say I’d done the right thing, took a step away from me, and turned to the relevant page of the dictionary.
“Kiss: to touch with the lips in an expression of greeting; to join lips with another in love or desire.” Then, placing the book down on the short sofa behind her, she turned back to me, “I think we can manage that, don’t you?”
Then her lips met mine. Her kiss went way beyond the dull description she’d just read. This was a woman who knew how to kiss, how to have sex with just mouth to mouth contact and, when she pulled away, I felt bereft, but she just looked calm and returned to flicking through her dictionary.
I said nothing. I realised then, as I beheld her cool composure, what I suppose I’d known all along – that this was just research for her. An interesting anecdote for her to share with me, and then immortalise in her next anthology. I should have minded, had some pride or something, but I didn’t, for she was already asking me for another word, and my brain was reeling with possibilities…
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If you want to know what other words this lucky courier discovers, then you can buy Quick Kink One from Xcite with 25% off!! Or on…
See you tomorrow for some Quick Kink Two!!
Kay xx
Sharing Smut Friday!- Grand Opening of La Boudoir Boutique & The Sh Reading Slam!
One of the perks of being a writer is that occasionally we are invited to visit various venues to sign books, do readings, and generally spread the words- in my case smutty ones!!. Last Friday, myself and my favourite partner in erotica, Kd Grace, had the privilege of being invited to not one, but two such gatherings.
So on Thursday afternoon, case packed, hair suitably ‘Kay-ed’ – (this is a technical term for turning curly haired me into straight haired KJB)- I set off on the 6 hr train journey from the SW of England to Canterbury in Kent, where I’d been invited to read some of my erotica at the opening of the brand new adult boutique, La Boudoir Boutique…
Unlike the other VIP guests (OMG- I was counted as a VIP- that ‘s a first!!!- FLATTERED!), Kd and I were staying in Canterbury rather than Margate, so we didn’t party the night away in celeb style like the others did- but we didn’t mind that- not for one moment. I’d never been to Canterbury before , and it was with the delight of tourists on a summers day, that Kd and I strolled its heritage packed streets in the early evening on Thursday night, speculating on the day ahead, the precariously nature of the erotic book trade, and generally plotting, planning and laughing- we do a lot of laughing! It was a truly lovely evening.
Canterbury Cathedral
Then on Friday morning it was time to work! We squeezed into our glad rags, and got ready for the taxi ride from Canterbury to the Lakesview Business Park, for the launch of the boutique!! Officially opened by Jo Hemmings, who unlocked the ceremonial handcuffs, and raised a glass to her latest, photograph packed self-help book, the proceedings were soon in full swing. I kicked off by reading the only wholesome bit of The Perfect Submissive I could find, and then, after everyone had grabbed some much needed air, Kd Grace read the brilliantly saucy breakfast scene from The Pet Shop.
Then there was a sexy game of hook the duck to play, a model lingerie shoot to watch, a gorgeous cake to cut, and some wonderful chatter to share with Cara Sutra, Dale Bradford from the ETO, Nymphomaniac Ness, and the wonderfully kind organisers and owners of this beautiful new shop, Vic and Julian. Particular thanks must go to Violet Hall, who organised our part in the event so well.
Then, as the champagne corks finished popping, it was time for KD and I to disappear back into a taxi and hightail it to London, where we had an hours breathing space before the cocktail dresses were swapped for short skirts and low cut tops, and the Annual Sh Reading and Poetry Slam could begin. As ever, we were made wonderfully welcome by Jo and Renee at Sh in Hoxton. And wow- what a turn out this year!! ….
The evening was kicked off by the brilliant poems of Frantic Ali, and continued with a very high standard of readings all evening with poems from Jay Walker, Frantic Ali, Lisa Davies and Jane Fae, as well as stories from, Victoria Blisse, Lexie Bay, Jillian Boyd, Meg Phillip, Zak Jane Kier, Kd Grace- oh, and me!!!
I had the great pleasure of being clock-watcher for the evening, and with Jo’s timer to hand, I carefully kept one eye on the ticking of the clock, while my other eye calculated precisely where on the backside I would paddle them if they over ran their five minute reading allowance…
It’s funny how the sight of me beginning to reach for my paddle at the four minutes forty five second mark makes people read faster…. As always, the evening was over far too quickly, and before we knew it the champagne and cupcakes were gone, and it was time to depart.
Going to read at Sh is such a wonderful experience. I’ve been so often now that it is like being at home- I just love the place, and the people I’ve met there over the years are truly inspiring, amazing, and genuinely lovely.
After the readings, we all- (readers, plus some of our smashing audience)- headed for some much needed food- and with a plate of the poshest fish finger sandwiches I’ve ever seen in front of me, we talked the night away as only erotica lovers can…
And so here I am again, the return journey accomplished, the washing machine whirring, and the kids cuddled, back in the South West, with a head full of memories, a brain wrestling with yet more story ideas, writing this blog while sitting on top of a hill over looking the moors, in a place that could be a million miles from London; the wind blowing through my hair.
It’s no secret erotica writing is going through a rough time- for so many reasons- none of which are relevant to this blog- but with my Smut Sharing Friday just passed, and the memory of all the happy faces listening to me as I read, all the curious fingers tentatively examining the toys at both La Boudoir Boutique and Sh, I feel a renewed determination to ride out the storm, and keep writing as much as I can, no matter what may lay around the corner…
Kay X
August 24, 2013
Guest Blog – Primula Bond- THOUGHTS ON EROTICA WRITING
I am delighted to have the wonderful Primula Bond on my site today!!! WOW!!! Check out this great interview!!
How did you start writing erotica? I was a struggling single mum and started writing erotica per se when I was rejected by Mills & Boon because my sex scenes were too explicit. I decided to try my hand at turning explicit into something sellable, turned the sex scene in question into a short story called ‘Man in a Cage’ and sold it to the now defunct magazine ‘For Women.’ The indescribable euphoria at being paid £150 for what amounted to an hour’s escapism persuaded me that this, among other types of writing, was something I could do.
What’s your favourite published work of yours and why? My favourite published work after three novels, two novellas and numerous short stories, is my latest, ‘The Silver Chain’, the first of my Unbreakable Trilogy for Avon Books just out in paperback. I have been able to write it as freely as I want, within the parameters of erotica, and have had the added excitement and encouragement of being backed by a major publisher this time.
Where do you draw your inspiration from? My first stories came from being a lonely single mum who exchanged a very varied romantic/sex life in London, travelling/partying a lot, to being alone with my little boy and in need not only of company, but of money! My inspiration came from frustration, the dating experiences I’d had, but expanding to take inspiration depending on my mood and encounters. It now comes from a mixture of something I’ve experienced, something someone has told me, something I’ve seen or read, eaten or drunk, somewhere I’ve travelled, but the majority, once I have the kernel comes from my imagination. Then I allow myself total freedom to roam!
Do you have any unusual writing rituals? Not really. I just have to dive in as soon as my family (now a husband, lodgers and 3 sons) are out of the house and on the days when I’m not working part time. I have a particular sofa in a particular room during the week, and I work on my bed at weekends if I have a deadline. I allow myself the odd break during the week day with day time TV or cooking shows.
What’s your favourite place to write? It would be on a desert island, or in a seaside cottage. As it is it’s a scruffy blue sofa in our den at home!
Who is your favourite character from one of your stories and why? Possibly my favourite character is from one of my short stories who is a very glamorous cougar MILF, the mother of a gorgeous twenty something boy who has gorgeous friends she starts to seduce one by one. Not based on fact, I hasten to add
Do your nearest and dearest know what you do and if so what was their reaction? My nearest and dearest have differing views. My husband dines out on the fact that I wrote ‘Man in a Cage’ when I was his secretary, and therefore in his time! I wrote it in a lunch hour and was already half in love with him although he upped and married someone else, separated and divorced before we were finally able to get together. He’s now very proud, but says it’s really for women. My parents, older generation and Catholic to boot, disapprove even though I’m writing for a mainstream publisher and although I guess I can’t blame them, it’s a source of angst at the moment. Thank goodness for pseudonyms! My eldest son, now 25, says he was teased as a teenager when his mates saw my books on the shelves in the house. He used to turn the spines to the wall. Now most of the books are online, nobody is any the wiser.
Thanks so much for taking the time to answer these questions Primula!
Primula Bond’s work is available from the publishers’ website and on Amazon.
She can be visited on her Facebook page and follow her on Twitter @primulabond
and see her blog www.primulabond.blogspot.com
BIO
Primula Bond is an Oxford educated mother of three sons living in Hampshire and masquerading as a respectable yummy mummy while harbouring a fantasy to be a cougar MILF. She writes freelance features under her real name, and as Primula Bond has been writing erotica for 20 years. As well as innumerable short stories for magazines and the following publishers, she has written three novels ‘Country Pleasures’, ‘Club crème’ and ‘Behind the Curtain’ for Black Lace, the novella ‘Out of Focus’ for Xcite Books and the novella ‘Sisters in Sin’ for Mischief Books at Avon.
Hope you enjoyed that folks!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
August 19, 2013
Interview with Dr. Richard Wagner, author of The Gospel of Kink: A Modern Guide to Asking for What You Want and Getting What You Ask For.
I’m delighted to bring you a smashing interview today with the wonderful Richard Wagner, M.Div., Ph.D., ACS (also known affectionately as Dr. Dick). A psychotherapist and clinical sexologist in private practice in Seattle. Dr. Wagner has been a practitioner of sex therapy and relationship counseling for over 30 years. His online sex advice column, which he has written for well over 15 years, can be found at drdicksexadvice.com
So- here we go!!!
KJ: Welcome, Dr. Wagner – or should I say, Dr. Dick.
Congratulations on the publication of your new book, The Gospel of Kink. That’s a pretty provocative title. I guess you like being inflammatory.
DD: Thank you, Kay. I do respond very well to Dr. Dick.
Yes, I like being provocative. But that’s not why I chose The Gospel of Kink as this new book’s title. Rather, I wanted to make a good news declaration, and this title fit the bill.
Anyone with a lick of religious upbringing, at least in the Christian tradition, will know that the word gospel means good news or glad tidings. This book is the culmination of 30-plus years of preaching the good news of the sex-positive and kink-aware movements, especially as it applies to those of us on the sexual fringe.
KJ: You have quite a colourful past. Give us a thumbnail sketch of how you became Dr. Dick.
DD: I came to this work in a most unorthodox fashion. I was a Catholic priest for 20 years. I am the only Catholic priest in the world with a doctorate in clinical sexology. I completed my post-graduate work with the publication of my doctoral thesis concerning the sexual attitudes and behaviors of gay Catholic priests in the active ministry in 1981. This was unprecedented research back then (and still is now, for that matter).
Soon thereafter, there was a firestorm of international publicity. I became known as the “Gay Priest,” as if I was the only one. Needless to say, this notoriety (some say infamy) effectively ended my priesthood. Despite fighting the Vatican for the next 13 years, in an attempt to salvage my ministry, the deed was done. I was dismissed from my religious community, and while I am technically still a priest, I do not practice as such anymore.
My career as a therapist in San Francisco coincided with the advent of HIV/AIDS in the early ‘80s. Not surprisingly, my practice evolved into working primarily with sick and dying people. In the mid-‘90s I founded a nonprofit organization called PARADIGM, Enhancing Life Near Death. It was an outreach program for terminally ill, chronically ill, elder and dying people. This was brilliant, cutting-edge work, but alas, I couldn’t find the funding to continue. The end of that program precipitated a rather sudden move to Seattle in 1999.
KJ: Were you writing the Dr. Dick column before you moved to Seattle?
DD: I was. The column’s humble beginning was with gay.com, when that website was a hole-in-the wall outfit in the South of Market neighborhood of San Francisco.
I continued to work with the sick and dying after moving to Seattle. I developed programming for women who were newly diagnosed with ovarian cancer and men with prostate cancer. I wanted to create a video series for people experiencing life threatening and/or disfiguring illnesses to help them deal with reintegrating sex and intimacy into their lives post-diagnosis, and I soon realized that I would need to fund this project on my own because no mainstream, disease-based foundation would touch the issue of sex. Faced with how I might do that, friends prevailed on me to start by shooting porn. Thus my video production company, Daddy Oohhh! Productions, was born.
KJ: You went from priest to pornographer in one fell swoop?
DD: I’m not sure about the swoop part, but yeah. The lure of money to fund my greatest passion is what attracted me to the venture. Unfortunately, that load of money never materialized. But while I was shooting porn, my interest was to create projects that were different in style and tone from what ruled the marketplace at the time.
KJ: The tagline for your column is “Sex Advice with an Edge.” What gives your column its edge? How is it different from other sex advice columns?
DD: I focus on human sexuality particularly as it intersects with art, religion, popular culture, relationships, our health and wellbeing, entertainment, shopping and politics. None of my professional peers take so wide an aim.
As one would guess, I respond to questions submitted to me online, and I offer my advice in written form as well as via podcast. My site is peppered with provocative imagery. I do not shy away from sexually explicit photos. This is a big no-no for other professional advice sites.
I like to chat with interesting and controversial guests – authors (you for example), artists, sex workers, pundits and porn stars. I investigate the sexual underground and present interviews with fascinating people on the cutting edge of the sex-positive and kink-aware world. The Dr. Dick Review Crew and I also review adult products at drdicksextoyreviews.com
I offer tips to my audience on staying healthy, enriching their sex lives and growing their relationships, and I try to do it all with a sense of humor.
KJ: Your latest book, The Gospel of Kink, marks a significant departure from your earlier books. You’re entering a field that, some would say, is saturated with self-help books. What makes yours stand out?
DD: For starters, it’s a workbook. It’s actually a workshop in book form. You’re right that there are a lot of self-help books out there targeting kinksters, but I can safely say that The Gospel of Kink is fundamentally different in style and scope from everything else I’ve ever read on the topic.
My book offers readers an interactive way to access information, explore feelings and learn from their peers in the alt culture, as well as a safe and secure place to air their concerns without fear of being judged for their lifestyle choices. Readers get an opportunity to confront their relationship concerns in a really adventurous way. Basically, they become members of an on-the-page workshop.
KJ: So, practically, how does that work?
DD: Each of the book’s four chapters involves readers in the workshop process. They get to know and identify with the issues and concerns of the other workshop participants, who I write about in the book, and involve themselves in all the discussions and exercises.
This workshop-in-a-book format also gives readers access to a panel of skilled practitioners who offer valuable information on timely issues like communication, power exchange, polyamory, jealousy, sex and intimacy, relationship building and conflict resolution.
KJ: That sounds like a very cutting-edge approach.
DD: Yeah, I figured if I was going to add something to the existing body of work, some of which is amazingly good, I would need to make my contribution unique. It would need to stand out, or else I’d have to just forget about the whole thing.
The best part of The Gospel of Kink is that it’s not a one-size-fits-all sort of thing. Readers are encouraged to design their own practical solutions to the unique alt-cultural issues they face. The workbook will help them develop a strategy for navigating the relationship pitfalls and communication dead-ends that so often plague those of us on the sexual fringe.
KJ: The book is based on a face-to-face workshop that you provide in Seattle. Why the need for a book version?
DD: The face-to-face workshop only reaches a tiny fraction of the people I can serve with a book. It’s the same reason I have an online presence as Dr. Dick – that presence serves people all over the world, not just those who can connect with me in person through my private practice. I’m hoping The Gospel of Kink will enjoy the same kind of success and will reach those who need this information, but who are unable or hesitant to connect with their alt-culture peers.
KJ: I wish you the best of luck with the book – Will you be taking The Gospel of Kink on the road?
DD: I hope so. The many alt-culture conferences, retreats and workshops across the country and abroad are perfect opportunities for appearances and book signings, not to mention general proselytizing. I still have a way to go in spreading The Gospel of Kink.
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If you want to buy a copy of this fab book- here’s the link to Amazon! http://tinyurl.com/khs6d7l
A huge THANK YOU to DD a.k.a. Richard, for coming by today, and taking so much time to take part in this interview!!
Happy Reading Everyone!
Kay xx
August 18, 2013
Grand Opening!- La Boudoir Boutique!! 23rd August
So- what are you doing over lunchtime on 23rd August?
Will you be in the South East of England? Anywhere near Canterbury?
If you are- then have I got a treat for you!
Between 12pm and 2pm on 23rd August you can be at the Grand Opening of La Boudoir Boutique!! All you need to do is fill in the form found here, and come along on the day!!
Just listen to this events run down…
Book signing by Jo Hemmings
Raffle with fantastic prizes
Book reading from our erotic authors (That’ll be me and Kd Grace then!!)
Fun and games (I am reliably informed there will be a very unusual game of Hooking the Duck…ummm???)
Refreshments (There will be chocolate amongst the lovely nibbles and drinks- see, you really do want to come don’t you!!)
And these are the celebs coming along…
Celebrity guests attending:
Jo Hemmings Celebrity Sexpert
Charlie Sloth Radio 1 Xtra DJ
Victor Ebuwa from Big Brother 5
K D Grace & K Jaybee Erotic Authors (LOL- celebs- that’ll be the day!!)
Cara Sutra, Award Winning Sex Blogger
Jo Hemmings
The event runs like this-
On the day of the opening, you can expect to see the celebrities arriving at 12pm and our wholesalers and other VIP guests will arrive also. There will be drinks and talking until half past 12 when the shop will be officially opened by Jo Hemmings. Then the shop will be free to browse, wholesalers can view the free warehouse space ready for their proposed products to be advertised. At 1pm there will be a photo shoot viewing where the celebrities can see our lingerie being modelled. Our current ranges will be shown in a themed setting and the resulting photos are being put together for a calendar in which proceeds raised will be donated to the FPA charity for sexual awareness.
So- do come if you are able- I would love to see you there. I can promise some fab smutty readings and lots of fun!!
Here’s the location for you- Unit 26, 1 Sparrow Way, Canterbury, Kent, CT3 4AL
Loads more info can be found on the La Boudoir web site about the opening and the wonderful things you can buy there!! http://www.laboudoirboutique.co.uk/
Big smiles,
Kay xxx
August 17, 2013
Sh! Erotic Poetry and Reading Slam!! 23rd August
It’s that time again!!! The wonderful Sh!! Erotic Poetry and Reading Slam has come around- and I can’t wait!!
Last year I had the pleasure of being the evenings time keeper- each reader has to read for 5 minutes, if they over run their backsides are swiftly and roundly paddled- by me!! And this year, I’m delighted to be reprising the role! Yes- I love my job!
We would love you to come along, listen to our smutty words, sip some champagne, and nibble some cupcakes in the gorgeous Sh! shop. (Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium, 57 Hoxton Square, London, N1 6PB)
Tickets are only £5 a ticket, and can be reserved here- http://www.sh-womenstore.com/newsdesk/Sh!+Store+Hoxton/Store+Events/Erotic+Poetry+%252526+Reading+Slam.html
With a line up of writers and poets like this haring their delicious words, how can you not come!!??
Writers- Myself, Kd Grace, Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Jilly Boyd, Meg Philip
Poets- Alison Brumfitt, Lisa Davies, Jay Walker
The evening starts at 6.30- with the readings starting about 7pm.
I look forward to seeing you there!!
Kay xx
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