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August 16, 2013
Let Me Introduce You To Jenny Kane!!!
I can hardly believe I’m writing this post to be honest!
After 9 years of being Kay Jaybee, I’m spreading my wings a little, and becoming someone else as well- so let me introduce you to Jenny Kane- writer of contemporary romance!!
If you’ve been wondering what the box at the top right hand side of this blog is all about- from 12pm today you’ll be able to press it and find out- for it’ll take you directly to my new site- as Jenny! (http://jennykane.co.uk/)
Obviously, this isn’t the place to talk about non-erotica wordage- so why not press that square button, and find out all about Jenny and her new novel – Another Cup of Coffee…
Thanks for your support over the years everyone-don’t worry, Kay Jaybee is still going strong, but now she’ll have Jenny to keep her company!!
Happy Reading
Kay (a.k.a Jenny!)
August 15, 2013
Exciting Times and Media Moments!!
Hi everyone,
Well, what a couple of weeks it’s been since I returned from my holidays! I’ve had the brilliant Violet Fenn on my site, appeared under the Author Spotlight for Summer Daniel’s acclaimed #WTRAFSOG site, am Xcite’s Author of the Month, and have book offers left right and centre!!
To top it all off I’ve appeared in 2 online newspapers this week!!
The Daily Mail in the UK
The Huffington Post in the USA
Both these articles feature the wonderful photographs of David Woolfall, (@woolfallphoto ) who was kind enough to put together this collection of gorgeous pictures of many of the UK erotica writers out there today.
Kay Jaybee – copyright David Woolfall 2011
If you’ve send the articles, and you’d like to know what happens next in ‘Studio Girl’, then check it out- it’s in The Collector, which is currently available for only 77p or $1.18 in e-form, and is also available as a paperback.
Thanks for letting me share my smiles with you today!!
Kay xxxx
PS- And from 12pm tomo- that little box at the top of the screen that says ‘Click Here To Discover Kay’s Softer Side’- will be working….
August 13, 2013
Guest Post from Violet Fenn a.k.a Indigo Moore – Who Do You Write Erotica For?- Insider or Outsiders?
I am delighted to have a guest blogger with me today! The names Violet Fenn and Indigo Moore have been ones I’ve admired for some time. However, it wasn’t until I met the lovely Violet at the recent ETO trade fair, that I realised they were one and the same person! I simply had to ask Violet to write me a blog- and bless her, she said yes, and here it is!! Huge thanks hun!! Over to you Violet…
Violet Fenn
Who do you write erotica for? Is it – as is usually assumed – for the (potential) readers and financial gain? Or is it for other writers, a sort of insider group of ‘those in the know’ who read and support each other and enjoy erotica for its artistic value as much as its power as a turn on?
I am a relative newcomer to erotica – I have been with my publisher since September 2012 – but have been quite successful in that time. I’ve also worked through the very steep learning curve that taught me to play the game. If chart success is important to you then do a free promotion and push the hell out of it for two days (sudden surges get you further up the chart than gradual sales). Or if you’re purely after reader love and acclaim, then tweet for all you’re worth and get chatting to as many reviewers as you possible can.
What rapidly becomes clear when you jump into this world is that erotica writers can be divided roughly into two camps, which in my head I call Insiders and Outsiders. It’s nothing to do with inner circles and all about lifestyles.
The Insiders are the ones who write erotica because to them it’s a lifestyle choice. They probably indulge personally in the kinks that they write about (although this isn’t a definite) and they are certainly openminded about anything and everything to do with sex (absolutely a definite).
The Outsiders, on the other hand, are in it for the shiny extras. The kudos of being seen as ‘a bit naughty’, the frisson of excitement at being involved in erotica, the plain commercialism of wanting to be the next E L James (I can tell you now that no one is going to be the next E L James, that boat sailed long ago. Sorry ’bout that).
Sometimes it’s obvious which camp a particular writer might fall into. I recently saw someone asking on Twitter if people would be interesting in reading lesbian erotica, as she was ‘thinking about writing some’. There is plenty of lesbian erotica around – the briefest of searches on Amazon for the purposes of this article brought me almost seven thousand results.
To me, that particular writer is clearly an Outsider – she or he doesn’t really know the market and is just aiming for what they think will be popular. This doesn’t mean that the resultant work can’t be good – far from it – but it’s definitely coming from a different place than someone who writes the same stories from the point of view of someone who, if not themselves a lesbian, at least knows plenty and has empathy for the viewpoint.
Other writers make it clear from their tweets (I spend a lot of time on Twitter) that they love erotica from the bottom up – pun definitely intended! When they’re not writing they’re posting up pictures of their most nethermost of nether regions and having flirtatious conversations with other erotica writers (I have to say that one of the things I absolutely adore about this community is the way one can have the filthiest of amusing conversations without it ever feeling grubby or intimidating).
If they’re not writing it then they’re doing it, and if they’re not doing it they’re probably thinking about it. These are the people that often write the more intellectual erotica – the stuff that turns on your brain as well as your genitals.
So which do you write – Inside or Outside? If you read rather than write, which do you prefer? Do you even care? As I said before – either side is capable of excellent work, so does it even matter?
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What a great post!!!
So, what do you think? Insider. Outsider? Both even? Drop us a line!
You can check out the work of the wonderful Violet at her 2 great sites-
As Violet Fenn at – violetfenn.com
Or as Indigo Moore at - indigomoore.com
Why not check out the latest title from the name Indigo Moore!! http://tinyurl.com/mqxmj5a
Happy Reading Everyone!! Kay xx
The Collector- WTRAFSOG – ONLY 77p and $1.18
I’m delighted to be the subject of Summer Daniels’s #WTRAFSOG (What to red after Fifty Shades of Grey) site, Author Spotlight!! Find it here- https://www.facebook.com/WhatToReadAfter50ShadesOfGrey/posts/508800175863374
To celebrate, you can currently buy The Collector at only 77p or $1.18!!
Blurb
The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her tales of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?
She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording, the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.
Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector’s sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.
It is time for the world’s raunchiest chronicler to come to light.
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Here’s an extract from The Collector to whet your appetite…
Chapter Fifteen
Some years ago, when I was still respectable, I went to university. Whilst I was there, I made the best friends I’ve ever had, one of whom is still heavily embroiled in student life. Over the past ten years Jack has worked his way from one degree to another, determined to put off entering the “real world” for as long as possible.
Recently we had one of our regular coffee trips together, to catch up on all the gossip. One look at Jack, a broad smile plastered across his face, his deep blue eyes twinkling as he sipped his coffee, and I knew he had a story to tell. Being one of my greatest supporters, he was more than willing to help me note down his adventure.
Crushed
The general din from the concert behind me had reached such a level of confusion that hand signals were now the only possible means of communication. As I slowly inched closer to the bar I began to wonder how on earth I’d get our drinks back through the heaving mass of people.
Thankful that I wasn’t claustrophobic, I slowly shuffled along with the crowd. I could still move my arms but, otherwise I was almost totally immobilised. For some unseen reason we had all come to a complete full stop. Being above average height gave me the advantage of spotting potential “sliding into gaps” opportunities, but eventually I had to accept that I was going nowhere fast, and was destined to remain thirsty for sometime.
I looked around at my temporary colleagues. Apart from hair colour, and a stab at gender, I couldn’t really tell you much about the people who were standing so close to me that we knew what the sides of each others legs felt like.
My mind started to wander. A thirty or so deep crowd of people, all piling in one direction – what were they all thinking? How many pockets had been picked? How many people were accidentally on purpose feeling up the person in front of them?
I began to imagine how I’d react if a strange pair of hands started to stroke my arse as I stood there, unable to move, my protests going unheard. My hands began to itch as I turned my attention to the person directly in front of me. Female, above average height, red hair in tidy bunches, short skirt; older than eighteen I guessed, perhaps younger than twenty five.
I was so close to her that as I looked down I had an excellent view of the top of her head. My crotch was already lightly rubbing against her flimsy skirted rear, and the urge to put my hands over her shoulders and slide them down onto her breasts (which my imagination had decided would be both full and firm), was overwhelming.
I still can’t believe I did it. What if she’d screamed? I’d have been arrested for sure, if anyone should have had heard her.
I would like to be able to say I’d been tentative and gentle; testing the water. But I was straight on, squeezing her tits hard (which were actually small, but beautifully tight). I felt her body stiffen as her attempts to instantly turn around were inhibited by the general crush. I tensed, expecting a slap across my kneading digits. It didn’t come. Instead her body shuffled within its confined space, her own hands slipping behind her and flipping up her short skirt to reveal a pair of neat pale buttocks encased in creamy lace knickers, which she pushed against my hard confined dick.
I must confess to a moments panic then. What if we were spotted? Her intentions were obviously as impure as my own. I took a deep breath to calm myself; there was no way any extra pushing could be viewed as odd. For all I knew the entire crowd could have been at it. The only person who may have been more suspicious than the rest was the guy behind me. As I pulled back slightly from this amazing girl, I could feel his cock was also hard. Or was I simply imagining it?
Wriggling one hand down between her arse and my denims,’ I undid my flies and freed my cock. She must have known what I was doing as she instantly pressed back harder, standing on her toes to feel my length better against her buttocks.
I eased the delicate lace knickers to one side and rubbed myself against her rounded flesh. Her hands snaked around behind her and she grabbed my tip with expert fingers. I tried to suppress a groan, but failed, and anxiously looked around at the still oblivious crowd, as her fingers grasped the end of my shaft.
I have no idea how I kept such an impassive expression on my face. A total stranger was wanking me against her bum, and my head was full of the picture we must be creating. What’s more, each time she forced me back fractionally I brushed against the anonymous guy behind me. I swear he was getting harder all the time and I longed to be able to include him in our secret sex.
I guess I became reckless then, because as she smoothed my dick I began to push back harder. All the time I was waiting to be found out, waiting for a cry of protest. None came.
Grateful of her perfect height, I slipped a hand down as far as I could, feeling between her legs, fingering her slippery wetness. Perhaps she was wearing high heels, I couldn’t tell.
I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer. Sandwiched between this horny girl and a hard man, I thought I’d explode with the thought of the situation alone. Knocking her hand away, I notched my shaft against her and pushed into her dampness. Biting my tongue to conceal the noise rising in my throat, I eased into her; each time making sure the guy behind knew exactly what was happening. I longed for him to put a hand around me, to feel for himself how well my cock fitted inside this willing woman. He didn’t, but the idea of it was the final straw in this delicious situation, and I quickly filled her with my come.
As I pulled out (not easy in the limited space), I could just see the first trickle of my liquid as it began to run down her legs, before she daintily pulled her knickers back into place and recovered herself with the little green skirt.
The crowd had hardly moved. I don’t suppose the whole thing had taken more than five minutes, but it sure made waiting for that pint a whole lot more interesting.
I hadn’t really thought about the people to the side of us; I am still not sure whether they knew what had happened or not; if they did, no one said anything.
When I finally did reach the bar, the girl had long since been lost in the crush ahead of me, but a friendly voice from behind offered to buy me a drink, and quietly thanked me for making his wait in the queue so enjoyable.
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The Collector can be purchased as an ebook at the current BARGAIN price from-
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The Collector is also available in paperback!!
Happy Reading,
Kay xx
The Voyeur- BDSM Bargain!!!
I’m Xcite’s author of the month this August, and as promised, you can purchase many of my books at BARGAIN prices!!
Not only are ALL my Xcite volumes available at 25% off from the Xcite web site, but you can also get e-version of The Voyeur at only… $1.79 until the end of the month from both All Romance, and BookStrand
So, what’s it all about…
Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into 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 the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy -Fantasy 13- can take place.
But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only 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’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…
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The idea for The Voyeur saw its first glimmer of light back in 2007, when I wrote a two part story called Fantasy 13, for the excellent , now sadly extinct, erotica web site Oysters and Chocolate. These full-on BDSM parallel adventures, both set in the ‘Discreet’ S&M club, were subtitled Clara’s Story and Anna’s Story- and now form the backbone of Chapters One and Two of The Voyeur.
As anyone who has read my work will know, I love writing BDSM stories, and for some time prior to penning the mini- series Fantasy 13, I’d toyed with the idea of setting a piece within a specialist club, which I’d decided to paradoxically entitle, Discreet! The only thing holding me back was that I was at a loss for an original story angle.
About the same time, I was sat in a cafe (as ever!), covertly people watching. A woman about my age was frantically scribbling down a list. I assumed it was a shopping list; but then I began to wonder- what if it wasn’t? What if it was something more interesting? Maybe it was a list of all the things she wished her husband, lover or girlfriend would do to, or with, her?
There was no stopping my imagination once I’d had that thought. Within the hour I had created Mark, a business man who kept a secret notebook in which to compile all his darkest desires. He doesn’t necessarily want to take part in any of these fantasies- he just wants to see them take place in front of him. The ultimate voyeur!
So, you could say that The Voyeur was originally a mixture of ideas gleaned from my long standing desire to write a story set in a sex club, and observing a woman jot down a shopping list in a cafe!!
Of course, once Mark existed in my imagination, I needed to create some willing assistants to make his dreams come true- and so PA Anya (originally Anna), and Housekeeper Clara, were born! Two professional, intelligent women, who think they know exactly what they are letting themselves in for- but do they?
The original Fantasy 13 for Oysters and Chocolate told the stories of Clara and Anna as they experienced their employer’s two-pronged final erotic dream. In The Voyeur however, this original ultimate fantasy, becomes the twelfth item on Mark’s list. He has something far more challenging for his employees to endure for fantasy 13- and a dark motive behind his reason for it…
The Voyeur is dark and very sexy- for this reason it has a Brit Babe rating of…
If you fancy finding out how Anya and Clara came to work for Mark, how they cope with torture via erotica and a huge number of other body wracking challenges before the reasons for Mark’s sometimes cruel, sometimes caring, behaviour are discovered, you can buy The Voyeur from Amazon UK, Amazon.com and all other good e-retailers.
Don’t forget- to celebrate my being Xcite Author of the Month- The Voyeur is available at 25% at the Xcite website, and is discounted in e-form at All Romance and Bookstrand!
Happy Reading everyone,
Kay xx
August 10, 2013
Nothing New Under the Italian Sun… The Erotic Etchings of Pompeii
With all the recent hype, you’d be forgiven for thinking that erotica was a new idea. Of course, this is far from the case. (One of these days I shall get around to putting together a blog series all about erotica’s long and fascinating history- but don’t hold your breath as I have a few novels to sort first!!).
To underline the ancient roots of erotic attraction, beyond the obviously physical, to the visual and voyeuristically suggestive, a wander around the breathtakingly stunning city of Pompeii in Southern Italy, is all you need to take.
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Last week my family and I took a holiday in the Sorrento area of Italy. I was so excited!! Not simply because I had never been to Italy before, but because ever since I was a small child, fascinated with history of all sorts, I have wanted to see for myself the remains of Pompeii.
Pompeii was first rediscovered by archaeologists in 1592, hundreds of years after it was buried under the ash, mud and gravel swept along in the wake of the explosion of the volcanic Vesuvius in 79AD. The site was merely documented in 1592, but was then re-examined in 1748, 1860 and 1924, before full scale excavation work began in 1961. The sheer scale of the city’s remains is staggering. Villas, temples, mosaics, bath houses, pavements, theatres, drainage systems, and even the rut marks left by the constant traffic of carts, are there in the streets. All you have to do is block out the tourists, and you could actually be there- or indeed, then.
Shop walls
With the spectre of Vesuvius forever in the background scenery, Pompeii really is a place locked in a time capsule, complete with the sobering, and rather moving, human remains that dot the area. Preserved by plaster, the sheer speed of the volcano’s consumption of the city is at its most marked by the capture of the humans it mowed to the ground, suffocating them with terrifying speed.
Preserved body
Vesuvius
It isn’t just the presence of the people that shows just how fast and all engulfing the volcano overtook the region, but the almost pristine contention of the wall paintings and fresco’s which adorn so many of the richer establishments. I could wax lyrical for some time about the shades of red, the pale blues, and luxury of the houses, and so forth- but this is an erotica site- so let’s skip that, and I’ll take you straight to the brothel- or the Lupanar, as the ancient Romans called it.
Far from being places that were frowned upon and reviled, the brothel was simply another establishment within the Roman city. (One wonders if we could learn something from their enlightened attitude- but that’s an issue for another day…)
It won’t surprise you to know that, the brothel was the most popular location to be visited by the tourists who stream through the city every day.
Stone Brothel Bed
A very small building, comprising of a series of small stone rooms, with stone beds, in which the returning soldier, the local men, and indeed women (as I say, they were enlightened- and as long as they were more quietly enlightened when it came to FF or MM action, then it was all for sale), could receive the services of those women employed as prostitutes, it was decorated with paintings which can only be described as adverts for the services available…
I’d like to be able to say that these women were plying such a trade by choice, and perhaps some were, but generally speaking, the whores for sale were slave girls bought for the purpose by rich merchants and nobles who had particular tastes- the main of which being to make money- so maybe not so enlightened after all then… but not unfamiliar either!! (There really is nothing new under the sun)
The extent of erotic decoration does not stop there- the beautiful Villa of Mysteries on the furthest edge of the city, one of the best preserved building due to its closer proximity to the volcano, is adorned with gorgeous and undeniably suggestive images…
Sadly, one of the places I wished to see, the Suburban Bath House, was closed for archaeological inspection, but thanks to the wonder of Google Images, I can show you a few of the images available for the bathers to gaze upon- some have suggested that each of these actions may have been an advert as to what you could ‘do’ in the bath house- others believe the pictures are merely a joke, others say they are merely erotic works of art for the male bathers to look upon, just as we would flick through a top shelf mag, or scan the Internet for porn…either way, they are incredible works of art…
Suburban Bath Wall Painting
Pompeii was so amazing, we actually went back twice. No one could ever see everything worth seeing within a day- by advice to you if you are ever lucky enough to go-
Don’t do a guided tour- you’ll be bored stiff and see very little
Take water- but don’t worry about taking loads, water is free from taps all over the site
Make a hit list of the places you want to see, and work from one to the other – slowly- it is very very hot and open there
And last- go soon- Vesuvius is a live volcano- Pompeii will not be there forever…
I hope you’ve enjoyed my quick Pompeii blog- I’m off now to sketch out the ideas I’ve had for an erotic novel based on this amazing city…watch this space..
Kay x
Bakery
Public Theatre
August 9, 2013
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The 21 stories included in this book have been compiled by an anonymous central narrator referred to as the Collector, who either acquires the tales from a willing third party (Cupboard Lust), or overhears information and fills in the blanks herself (Learning). Not a call girl or a sex club queen, she sits in coffee shops by day, gaining a strange pleasure from writing up her salacious literature in public. Travelling on public transport as much as possible, listening to conversations in restaurants, pubs and cafes, she keeps her eyes and ears open for potential material. When sources run dry the Collector takes matters into her own hands, engineering situations worth writing about by doing some direct research (Treasure). Occasionally she visits the select clubs and private houses of the Home Counties, which guarantee to provide the type of material required to retell the most erotic of adventures (Tequila). Divided into chapters, the stories vary in length from 250 words to c.4000 words. Each tale is pulled together with a short narrative, which offers a brief history to the piece, without frustrating the reader intent on the stories themselves. From New Territory, which provides information about both our narrator and her writing, to Alone, The Collector takes the reader through every gambit of the sexual experience. Lust, submission, dominance, instruction, voyeurism and masturbation, are all observed within the genres of heterosexual, lesbian and solo sex.
I had SO much fun researching this book- there are so many stories out there in the world…my eyes and ears are always open- so be careful what you say if you see me coming!!
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Happy Reading Everyone
Kay xx
August 6, 2013
Home Again – and so much is happening!
Home again from my trip to Sorrento- and thought I’d nip by and say hello before I tackle my inbox (just a glance at it is enough to make me want to get back on the plane!!)
I’ll blog properly about my trip to Italy as soon as I’m back in my stride work wise, but I think it’s safe to say that an Ancient Roman style novel will be happening…Pompeii is a truly inspiring place on the erotica front- those Romans were so naughty!!
Erotic fresco from Pompeii’s brothel
So- I’ve been away just one week, and as I rub on the after sun (managed to get burnt on the last day despite my religious rubbing in of the Factor 50!!), I have been running an eye over what’s been happening- here’s a quick list!!
1- I’m Xcite author of the month!!! Not only does that mean you’ll have the chance to win some Kay Jaybee books, they’ll be plenty of free reads available- including this snippet from my BDSM novel The Perfect Submissive, and all my Xcite books are available at 25% from the Xcite site!!!
2- It’s August Alfresco month courtesy of the wonderful Blisse Team, Victoria and Kevin. Check out my entry, and all the other blogs involved, to be in with the chance of winning vouchers and a Kindle Fire!!
3- The edits to my latest novel, The Retreat- Part 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- are all complete, and so the countdown to its release can now truly begin… You can pre order it here (The new improved cover will be up on Amazon soon!!)
4- I am delighted to have been invited to help with the opening of a brand new adult shop, La Boudoir Boutique…Check out this great site- and why not come along to Canterbury midday on 23rd August to say hi and meet a few of those celebrity type folks!!
5- As if that wasn’t enough- also on 23rd Aug, I will be taking part in a Reading Slam at the wonderful Sh! Women’s store in Hoxton, London from 6.30pm- grab your tickets quick!!
6- And finally, to add the cherry to my cup cake (I have one right in front of me- next to the black coffee)- I have just been told I will be having story in Best Bondage Erotica 2014!! Chuffed to bits!!! You can pre-order your copy here.
I think that’s enough news for now!! I’d better go and put on the fourth load of washing, and crack on with the inbox mountain!!
Happy reading!!
Kay x
August 5, 2013
August Alfresco
It’s AUGUST, and that means it ‘s time to think picnics, woodland walks, paddling in the sea, licking ice creams (oh, watch that bit, it’s dribbling down your chin…), and sunning yourself (okay, so that depends where you’re living), out in the great outdoors. What better way to relax on those deck chairs, loungers, and picnic rugs, than with a little bit of smut…
I’m delighted to be joining in with the Blisse August Alfresco event! To take part in this fabulous chance to win some BRILLIANT prizes, just check out these instructions…
Comment on this post to be in to win one of these fabulous prizes:
A Kindle and £50 worth of Total-E-Bound ebooks.
or £50 worth of Xcite ebooks
And be sure to check out all the August Alfresco posts at http://smutalfresco.co.uk and comment on each one to have more chances to win.
All terms and conditions are available at smutalfresco.co.uk and the winners will be announced on the 1st September at the website.
So- what tasty outdoor morsel can I tempt you with while we enjoy all things alfresco? How about a snippet from my BDSM erotic romance Making Him Wait?
One of my favourite things to do in the summer is to walk in the woods- although my walks never end up like this one has for artist Maddie and her intended partner, Theo…
“What’s in the bag?”
Theo’s enquiry brought Maddie back to the reality of her plans. She began to walk as they talked, leading Theo into the woods in the opposite direction to the public footpath. “A few essentials – picnic, rug and stuff. Just the basics.”
“Sounds good.” Theo began to follow, but suddenly he stopped dead.
Something about the way Theo was staring into the trees sent a quiver up Maddie’s spine. “You okay?”
Theo shrugged. “I keep having this weird feeling I’m being watched. It’s nothing. Probably a deer.” He caught up with Maddie, gallantly taking the bag from her shoulder and slinging it over his own. “So where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.” Striding ahead again, Maddie’s trainers picked their way over the network of tree roots. “Come on, Mr. Electrician.”
They walked on in silence, the trees becoming denser as Maddie followed the route her memory had sketched out the night before. Twenty minutes later she pointed to a fallen tree on the ground in front of them.
“Here we are.” Maddie sat on a fallen tree trunk which hovered just above the mossy, twig-strewn ground.
Theo stood in front of her. “And ‘here’ would appear to be the middle of nowhere.”
“Yes. Perfect for what I have in mind.”
“And that would be?”
“I told you. You really must pay more attention to the texts I send you, Theo. I am going to tie you to a tree.” Maddie gestured to the trunk on which she was sitting. “This tree, actually.”
Only the faintest hint of surprise tinged Theo’s voice as he said, “And what makes you think that I am simply going to let you fasten me to that?”
Maddie undid the clasps that secured her rucksack and produced two long leather straps, complete with buckle fasteners. She ran them lovingly through her fingers. “Because you want to know how it feels to be on the receiving end of my attention. Because the dick that is so obviously challenging your shorts right now wants to sink itself inside me, and because I promised that I would tie you to a tree – and I always keep my promises.”
“Eventually.”
“Eventually.” Maddie laid the leather straps over the round curve of the trunk. The afternoon sun hadn’t yet perforated the canopy of trees and as she stroked the space on the trunk next to where she sat, Maddie found that it was still damp from the rain of the previous evening. “Come here, Theo.”
Theo sat as instructed, his legs stretched out in front of him, one hand resting on his knee, the other lightly on Maddie’s bare leg. “I see the remaining paint has come away now,” he remarked.
In no mood for small talk, Maddie lifted his palm from her leg and placed it on his other knee. Then, facing Theo, she smoothed her fingertips around his waistband. Pushing the flat of her palms up under his t-shirt, absorbing the heat of Theo’s torso, edging his top higher, until he automatically raised his arms and she could take it off over his head. “Turn around.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Theo appeared sincere as he obeyed, and the stirrings of power that had gathered at the pit of Maddie’s gut began to swell.
“Stay still.” Maddie knelt to her pack, producing a picnic rug, which she lay over the trunk of the tree. Then, satisfied that Theo was waiting as instructed, she returned to her bag and took out the short white cane she’d used to attack the duvet only the night before.
She hadn’t heard him move. Maddie shrieked as two firm arms wrapped round her waist and lifted her bodily off the ground. Kicking against him, Maddie struggled to be free, but Theo’s grip held fast.
Dropping her to the rough ground, Theo placed one foot on the middle of her belly, pressing just hard enough to pin her down. “Did you honestly believe I would forgive you that easily? That I would simply roll over because Maddie Templeton told me to? After being teased, being forced to wait and being made to feel foolish?”
Maddie’s heart beat so fast it felt as if it was going to break out of her chest. She could have twisted away from him. It would only have taken one quick lurch to the side. But she didn’t move. What was worse was that Maddie knew Theo was aware she could escape…and yet she didn’t. Instead, her mind was frantically working out how to retrieve the upper hand with maximum dignity…
Well I hope that whetted your appetite for a bit of alfresco fun- or at least a bit of an outdoor read!!
Enjoy all the August Alfresco blogs folks!! Don’t forget to check them all out- and you must comment to be in with the chance to win!!
Happy reading everyone!!
Kay xx
July 31, 2013
Xcite’s Author of the Month!!!
Wow!!! I’m Xcite’s Author of the Month!!!
I’m flattered, honoured, and- well, to be honest- amazed!!
The way I attempt to make a living is a constant source of surprise to me. Sitting tucked up in the corner of my local cafe each morning, with my trusty notebook writing kinky plotlines, is a million miles from where I thought I’d be spending my working life when I was a student. I always thought I’d be stowed away in a dusty university somewhere, writing learned papers on Medieval England that no one would ever read, and translating legal Latin texts that no one else would be interested in! I could swear that at no point on the suggested careers list I was given did it say, “This girl should write erotica”…
I didn’t set out to write erotica. It happened totally by accident almost nine years ago. My children had just started school, and suddenly I had a little time on my hands. As is my habit, I took myself to a coffee shop (I’m addicted to those places). I was daydreaming out of the window (another addiction!), and from somewhere (don’t ask me where it came from- I have NO idea), an incredibly spicy spanking story popped into my head.
Although I wrote it down straight away, it took me a while to be brave enough to send my efforts to a publisher, but when I did, miraculously, it was taken up.
It was two years later when I finally had the nerve to send some work to Xcite for one its anthologies. That first Xcite story, Maggie, relied on my historical training roots, and featured an FMM threesome, medieval style! Featuring in Ultimate Sins, Maggie became the first of 20 short stories I’ve had with Xcite- and more exciting still- paved the way for the arrival of my very first novel, The Perfect Submissive!
To my utter delight and bewilderment, I’ve gone on to have over 80 individual pieces published now- including 2 novellas, 4 anthologies, and 2 novels (with 3 more are on the way!), for Xcite.
After my initial publications, even though I was thrilled to have found something I enjoyed doing; I wasn’t sure how people would react to my chosen style of writing. It is sad fact that, even in these days of high sex toy sale, and easily accessible sexy romance novels, many people can’t separate the art from the subject matter. If I wrote crime thrillers, no one would assume I went round robbing houses after dark, but as a writer of smut, the number of people who jump to the assumption that I must therefore hang around on street corners every night is soul destroying!!
Consequently, although I am a little more open than I used to be, I still largely write in secret- this cloak and dagger life has its plus points though- I will confess to taking a rather salacious pleasure from sitting in public, sipping coffee, writing down words I’d never say, about things I’d never do!
Keep a close eye on my blog and on the Xcite pages, Twitter, and Goodread this month- there will be Kay Jaybee book offers and competitions!
And best of all – ALL KAY JAYBEE BOOKS are at 25% off ALL MONTH- find me on Amazon and Xcite!!!!!
Happy reading everyone!!
Kay xx
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