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April 15, 2013
Everyone Likes A Delivery
We all enjoy receiving nice post right?
I love it. I’m a bit like a kid when it comes to deliveries and post. OK- so it’s often bills or really dull stuff- but it might not be! It might be an unexpected gift- a book you’d ordered and forgotten about, a bunch of flowers, a treat for the kids, or a letter from a friend (you remember real letters right?!)
You could say then, that I have the perfect job. (Apart from writing erotic of course!) I spend 15 hours of my week sorting out admin for a company several hundred miles away. As a consequence, much work gets delivered to my home and then, once I’ve completed it, gets sent back again. Therefore, I need stationery, printer ink, and all the other bits and bobs you’d associate with an office job, delivered several times a week.
I’ve been doing this job for twelve years now, from various locations all across the UK, so as you can imagine, I’ve got to know the boys that deliver my materials pretty well- and yes, I do think of them as friends. They are kind, generous, work darn hard, and are very- well – I think the word imaginative covers it!!
It seemed natural then, when I was contemplating a new novella a few years ago, that I should have it feature someone from the profession I knew so well. Only seconds later, John the kinky courier was born…
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…
So- I get paper, folders, ink and work delivered, and when they have time, the drivers deliver the odd story idea as we chat on my doorstep!
Lucky Jenny however gets a very different type of delivery…
If you’d like to read more of Jenny’s adventures, as she struggles to accept that she is thinking way too much about a bloke far from her usual type, then you can buy Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man from-
Happy reading
Kay xxx
April 12, 2013
Guest Blog from Chris Unity Bowness: Aural Sex And How To Do It.
Want to talk dirty, but not quite sure you can? Is something in you holding you back? I’m delighted to welcome Chris Unity Bowness to my site today with a few suggestions. Over to you Chris…
Balls, pussy, cock, tits, fuck, these are usually the first things we think of when it comes to suggestions of talking dirty. Often it’s the words and language we get hung up on and the surrounding connotations rather the seduction and the content as a whole. It’s situations like this can start off as small niggles we avoid in our relationships but often the cycle reinforces itself and can start to affect other areas, with our partners, this can lead us to begin feeling stuck in a cycle; feeling hopeless to ever becoming unstuck. Acknowledging these situations before they set in or having the ability to unravel them once they have by embracing the situation is something that would help in many relationship situations.
Talking dirty in our sex play is just one of those situations, something that on the surface seems simple but underneath it there is layers of connotations of not only the individual words but the hangups that ours and our partners roles in life mean we shouldn’t be saying such words. Words usually only said out loud when stubbing our toes or dropping a glass of red wine on the carpet. All this when added together can see us shying away from embracing communication during sex all together and eventually sometimes sex itself.
Consext.
If you relate to this issue then you are not alone! However, the key to opening up filthy communication is context and by context I don’t just mean the words themselves but the situation they are used in. There are some great sexy ways and techniques you can do to help you; if it’s something you’re dreading coming up or is something that has already arisen – then there is something for all.
It is important to remember that we live in a digitalised world often communicating via texts, computers and social media often typing more words in a day than we actually speak. The rise of sex texts shows that flirting and communicating our fantasies via the written word is almost second nature often adding to the confusion as to why we struggle to make the leap to communicating them out loud. The leap from written to oral may only seem a small step in itself but mentally it’s giant leap. This is even more so when emotions become involved – take the mulling over a situation in your life to the point of anxiety only to have that complete moment of clarity the minute you speak aloud to someone else about the issue. Talking taps into a whole deeper Psyche, it connects with the body and emotions bringing a whole new level of vulnerability – with another person or persons – into the equation.
When bringing naughty words into context in real life it is important to have some foundation stones going forward as to what and why. One of the most important things to remember is that positive yes consent is sexy. Wholeheartedly accepting someone’s request of you when you say yes but also the empowerment that offering your consent to someone or a sexual situation – asking for it to be done – can not only enhance sex lives but also impact relationships throughout. We all have a deep desire and longing for that day our lover came home, unexpectedly and described exactly what they were going to do with you and you willingly accepted. However, turn it around, you put yourself in the role asking to be seduced and taken in the way you would like to be and having that proffer accepted – no reservations or guilt.
This also leads to vulnerability – shared moments of trust, confidingness; that stepping into the unknown with a glint of fallibility on show, between you and someone else – shared vulnerability is the biggest builder of intimacy in a relationship…yes even above sex.
Penetrate with words.
Without a shadow of a doubt the best tool to help you not only put situations into context but also the words; full of love, sex, intimacy, desire, passion, love, lust and down right dirty fucking is Erotica. Using Erotica can unlock the leap from thought to the audible, not only hearing yourself but also unlocking the imagination of what you would like done, can help you gain a whole new skill in your sex lives. Furthermore, Erotica gives us a wonderful safe environment whereby those words; no matter how suggestive; rude or explicit they are; or even the characters saying those things, are not us and we can trick ourselves into saying them because essentially we can blame it on someone else. They give us a great playground to try out and experiment with the words and phrases of someone else, teasing ourselves and our lovers fantasies with someone else’s imagination and in time making those words become our own. This is why role play is one of the biggest areas of fantasy and sex play allowing us to throw off our daily shackles and take on characters in situations we’d never get ourselves into and allowing us to say and do things we never could as ourselves. Using Erotica to unlock our filthy minds is just the same thing.
In recent times Erotica has become synonymous with E.L. James and the 50 Shades Trilogy and we can be grateful that she has brought it into the mainstream. However, for me, it does not lend itself well to unlocking the mysteries of filthy words and in the past I have always recommended Xcite books ( http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/results.html?keyword=Kay+Jaybee ) which contain of whole plethora of sub genres, themes, styles, fetishes and fantasies of erotica using every word, description and contextual situation you could imagine and quite probably some you haven’t even thought of. However, as a start I suggest heading over to Brit Babes (http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/) where you can find a whole range of the very best of British Erotic authors and their stories covering a whole host of themes. Read as much as you want, or can! Get used to the authors; their styles; themes and don’t feel ashamed to make Erotica your choice or genre, I don’t!
Let’s get down to business.
You may already have your own stash of smut somewhere in the house, you may even have your own bookmarks of go to scenes; flickable to just when you need them most, if you have, well done you have made a good start. If not there is no need to worry as I have included some well chosen excerpts kindly donated from members of the Brit Babes (http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/ ) and I have also included the book it’s from and a link to find out more behind the saucy snippet.
The best way to start getting familiar with the words and the context they can be put in is by practicing alone. I mean if it wasn’t for practicing alone where would our sex lives be?… Our own solo play is the perfect place to start gaining confidence with sexy words and context. Next time you are in the mood for a bit of self seduction seek out one of those go to scenes is a good first step – something you’re comfortable and may even know inside out. Choose a safe nurturing, comfortable place you can relax – glass of wine – and find a section, passage even a sentence in which describes something you’ve always fantasised about indulging in. You can even bring it down safer at first to something not so explicit first until you get used to hearing yourself.
You may feel tentative at first – which is only natural – I mean this is probably the first time you’ve heard yourself say these phrases or words in a sexual context. Take your time to get comfy with yourself, hear and feel the words but don’t force them and if you feel yourself starting to get frustrated take a break. Here is a great sample from Victoria Blisse’s Naughty Rendezvous to get you started and once you’re comfortable ramp it up a little. I have included more explicit passages below if you’re feeling adventurous.
“I…I.. want you … inside me. I want you to touch me, to kiss me, to ravish me. I want you, Joe, I desire you, I need you, Joe. I need you to fuck me.”
Victoria Blisse – Naughty Rendezvous ( http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/naughty-rendezvous )
Once you feel comfortable hearing yourself reading out loud and this may take hours, weeks or even months – take your time – but once you feel comfortable try something more explicit and direct. Let yourself connect with the words and let them seduce you, explore your body as you hear yourself read. Adding this tactile approach to the task in hand will let your mind and body react to the words and phrases you like most, think about which words you like to hear in relation to your body parts. Overtime as you gain more confidence and attach sex and sensuality to these words you may find words you once scorned at taking on a whole new meaning. What phrases do you like hearing? Which turn you on?
In time your confidence will grow and you can start to use your new found words as your own foreplay. Allow your commentary to follow the action taking place and take things by pushing yourself a little further by going off guide mixing up the words and context you’re reading. Eventually allowing yourself to say out loud would you want to do to yourself using your new found confidence, words and vocabulary. Testing out words and your deep desires and your response to them will in time help you gain more confidence when you bring a partner into the equation.
“Tie me up and fuck me,” she said quickly before she could stop herself.
He looked surprised. No, shocked. She’d shocked him. He was a gentle person. She felt awful. Bowing her head, she wished she could take the words back. He was silent for what seemed like an eternity, and Lena forced herself to look slowly up. He had taken off his robe. As her gaze reached his midsection, she took in the most magnificent erection. She started trembling anew, and relief flooded her senses as she saw him smiling lasciviously at her.
Tabitha Rayne – A Clockwork Butterfly. ( http://www.amazon.co.uk/A-Clockwork-Butterfly-ebook/dp/B008BYHJCO/ref=la_B005ZBL0JE_1_1_bnp_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1365024296&sr=1-1 )
Ultimately the aim is to have your words lead your solo pleasures guiding you towards orgasm. Once your pleasures have peaked try leading the action telling yourself how you are going to finish yourself off and talk yourself to climax.
It’s good to talk…dirty.
What is great about the Erotic genre is that it’s all inclusive of all relationship styles from straight monogamous couples; gay and lesbian; relationships; transgender; swingers; triads; polyamorous and everything in between. So whatever relationship you are in there is something to guide and aide you in opening up smutty talk within your relationship style.
With this new found lexicon of exciting words to try out you can take them into the bedroom and start exploring and sharing these with your partner. By replicating these exercises with them not only will you discover more about the language and words that turn you on, through speaking and hearing but also find out what your partner likes.
‘Just getting my vibrator,’ she said. Then she laughed breathlessly. ‘No need for lube tonight, Mr. Thorne. I’m sopping.’ Then she sucked in a harsh breath that ended in a whimper. When she had recovered herself she spoke in her best naughty secretary voice. ‘Now then, Mr Thorne, what’s on our agenda today? What urgent business do we need to take care of?’ She continued ‘I don’t need to turn it on, Mr Thorne. I just need to be full, and since you’re not here, the vibe will have to do. Poor substitute, really. It doesn’t have your girth, nor your weight, and it’s cold.
‘K.D. Grace – Executive Decision ( http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/ )
When you bring lovers into the world of talking filthy use your new found confidence of showing what skills you learnt and remembering if it seems a little scary that the shared vulnerability you’re exhibiting will do wonders for your relationship.
Again using Erotica to break the ice not only in showing off your skills but opening up communication. Using the safe environment of Erotica to say and hear words from each other in context opens up a whole new realm of pleasure. Start by reading your lover the parts of the stories you’ve been learning and gaining confidence with, understanding what they have done for you and allowing them to do the same to your partner.
Once you are both comfortable with this let your lover choose their own passage to read or even better take a paragraph at a time. Taking it in turns forces you both to say words you may never have even dreamt of, shielded away from or once thought forbidden.
What is important here is to use this to open up communication about which words you do or don’t find erotic whilst remembering to not get hung up on the individual words. Exploring together why you don’t like these words or the connotations can also demystify and unlock their use. This is especially true when it comes to the smutty names of body parts a cold hard ‘dick’ sounds hotter and more enjoyable when it’s served up as “I want you to force me to my knees and make you suck my dick.”
You can try swapping paragraphs or even male and female roles, assuming you are male and female, in the following excerpt from Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae’s – That Filthy Little Book.
Did I want to do that? Be totally honest about what I’d been doing? I couldn’t make up my mind, and my mouth engaged before I could stop it. “I have a butt plug in my arse.”
“Fuck. Christ, Karen.”
I gave a strained smile at catching him off guard. Of shaking him out of character. He hadn’t expected a response like that. We hadn’t had phone sex in years.
“What does it feel like? Tell me…whore.”
The last word was a tag-on, broken in half, and came out croaky. I could imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, fists balled as the image of me bombarded his mind. His added responsibility of staying in role, drooping his neck and causing him to gnaw on the inside of his cheek the way he did when concentrating.
“It stings, but I like it.”
“More. Tell me more.”
“I have my fingers in my pussy, too. I’m imagining a vibrator in there and your cock in my arse. You fucking me until I scream.” There, I’d said it.
“Oh, God.” His tone was throttled with lust.
“Close your eyes, Jacob. I want you to imagine it. Picture me finger-fucking my cunt and moving the butt plug in and out. It…ah…it’s fucking nice. I wish you were here. I wish you were here so badly, doing all of this to me.”
Lily Harlem & Natalie Dae – That Filthy Book ( http://www.amazon.co.uk/That-Filthy-Book-ebook/dp/B008G6RYF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1364334679&sr=1-1 )
Not only does this help you both gain confidence in words but you can have fun with choosing words and phrases for different situations and types of sex. Quite often discovering more about such words can help you realise that they didn’t start off with the same negative connotations they have today. Ultimately taking those words away from their old connotations and giving them new and sexy new twists and meanings, and making them you own. For example ‘cunt’ has an amazingly positive history to it, empowering and ultimately one of my favourites. However, it also helps you throw off the everyday shackles and gives you a whole new language and vocabulary to use between you and your lover. To add further context to not only words but also situations and throwing off everyday shackles the idea behind Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae’s – That Filthy Book was just that; to show that eve with jobs, marriage and kids sex can still be exciting and new.
“Fuck my cunt,” he said, lowering his head so his gaze met mine again. “Fuck my cunt, that’s what you used to say. Jacob, come over here and lick my wet pussy.” He brushed his lips over mine. “Remember that?”
I blushed—damn it, I knew I would—and memories came flooding back. Me on the bed with my legs open wide, my clit aching, throbbing, the need for him to lick it, suck it into his mouth, so strong it took my breath away. Me bending over the bed, hands on the mattress, feet apart on the rug, begging him to fuck my cunt from behind. I’d said those words and more, my God I had, but could I say them again?
Lily Harlem & Natalie Dae – That Filthy Book ( http://www.amazon.co.uk/That-Filthy-Book-ebook/dp/B008G6RYF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1364334679&sr=1-1 )
Finishing Off
Once you are both confident with each other in regards to words and phrases you can slowly introduce them into your sex play in various ways. It is down to you both to discuss what you feel comfortable with doing as a first step but also remembering that pushing yourselves out of your comfort zone a little can help build intimacy.
Commentating on your sex play and communicating what’s happening and how it is feeling can build pleasure and confidence in talking more intimately about what you like.
In time you can use your new found confidence to help lead these moments, ask for what you want, where you want it and how. To the point where you can start sexual liaisons with phrases that instigate the situation and what you want to do with your partner.
Using words to guide each other to orgasm is a great way to ease into things or something you’d like to aim for. Watching your lover pleasure themselves whilst you lead the action, only allowing them to do what you say. Not only does this leave their pleasure in your hands – or mouth on this occasion – but it also means you have to be clear and direct in your words in order to guide them to climax.
I want you to massage me roughly, all over, and force me to my knees to suck you…your cock.’ My face was hot, getting hotter with the telling. ‘I want you to grip my hair in your fist while I do it, and push in and out of my mouth telling me how you need me to suck harder. I want you to tell me how it should be, where I should kneel or stand, where I should be. And I want…I want you to use your free hand to grip my chin so my head doesn’t move.’
Natalie Dae – The Contract. ( http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Contract-ebook/dp/B00C0E0KMM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365019706&sr=8-1 )
Finally, in those moments where you wonder whether you can go through with this, the biggest things to remember is that it’s not sex that builds intimacy but shared vulnerability. These exercises will put you in a position where you have to confide many things to each other thus putting yourselves into a situation of shared vulnerability and ultimately strengthening your relationship in all areas.
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Chris Bowness x Relationship and Sex Mentor. Unity. Sex is an adventure, explore it.
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A huge thank you to Chris for a fascinating blog!! I’ll be using a few of those exercises myself- I can write the words, but I’m not so good at saying them!!
Happy Reading – and Speaking- Everyone
Kay xx
April 10, 2013
An Exclusive Excerpt from Lucy Felthouse’s The Perfect Dom
Many thanks to Kay for having me here again. However, in the total absence of any blog topics I haven’t already covered, instead I’m going to treat you all to an exclusive excerpt from my latest release, BDSM mini-anthology, The Perfect Dom. So, without further ado, here’s a snippet from my fem-dom story, Balancing the Books.
A bead of sweat ran down the side of Philip’s head and trickled into his hairline. He’d been lying flat on his back on the cold parquet floor for what felt like hours. Realistically, it probably hadn’t even been one hour, but because he’d been trying so hard not to move a muscle for fear of toppling the stack of hardback books resting on his abdomen, every single minute was torture.
And yet, at the same time, it was complete and utter bliss. Giovanna was sitting on a wooden chair, the legs of which were either side of his hips – as were hers – and she was using the pile of books as a table. She idly flipped the pages of the weighty tome she was pretending to read, and studiously ignored Philip, as though he really were nothing but a table.
Philip’s cock had never been so hard. He was torn. Part of him wanted the books to fall so Giovanna’s beautiful eyes would flash with anger and she would punish him the very best way she knew how. The other part wanted to please her, in the hope that she might let him bury his face between her thighs and lick her delicious pussy to orgasm, and maybe, just maybe, be allowed to come himself.
Another droplet of sweat followed the first one into his rapidly dampening hair. Philip’s erection strained beneath his clothes, and he decided to try and distract himself by thinking of something else. Trees. Taxes. Tridents.
It didn’t work. Instead, his mind wandered to how he’d gotten into this predicament in the first place.
Giovanna was Philip’s boss – in the usual employment sense, as well as the mistress and slave sense. Just a few short weeks back, he’d been wandering the high street of the town he lived in, and had come across an amazing-looking bookshop. He’d peered through the window, fascinated. The slightly gloomy interior was all dark wood and spiral staircases, and was a book lover’s wet dream. And Philip was a book lover. Turning, he made for the door. As he reached it, he noticed a sign stuck to the pane of glass in its centre.
EXPERIENCED BOOK-KEEPER WANTED.
COMPETITIVE RATES.
APPLY WITHIN.
Philip didn’t need a job. He was, in fact, a highly qualified accountant, and some of the past investments he’d made had come good and meant that he could live very comfortably off the profits. In fact, it wasn’t worth his time to work as the tax man would pinch even more of his pennies.
Philip didn’t need any books, either. His custom-built home library was fully stocked with an abundance of fiction and non-fiction, and he really needed to read and get rid of some of them before he started purchasing more.
He peered through the door, catching sight of a voluptuous bespectacled woman standing behind the till, writing in a notebook. She sure was easy on the eye, with her long dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and the hint of ample cleavage peeking out of the top of her blouse. She must have caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye because her head snapped up from what she was doing and she looked straight at him. Peering over the top of her glasses, she continued to gaze at him, unsmilingly. Many people would have found her demeanour cold; unapproachable.
Philip pushed open the door and walked in. Before he knew what he was doing he’d walked straight up the counter and the aloof woman behind it, and said, “I’m interested in the job.”
She put down her pen and raised an eyebrow.
“And what are your qualifications?”
He was, in fact, vastly overqualified for the job she was offering. He could do the paperwork for the bookshop standing on his head. With one hand tied behind his back. However, the cool, unimpressed stare the woman gave him made him want to impress her – and so he gave her the full whammy of his qualifications and experience.
The woman’s face had remained impassive.
“It sounds as though you’re used to much bigger accounts than you’d be dealing with here. Why on earth are you interested in this job?”
Because I want to fuck you.
“Because I live off the profits of some wise investments and don’t need to work, but I do need something to fill my time, before I go stir crazy. There’s only so much golf a man can play. I figure you can pay me in – “ he’d been going to say books, but as he tore his gaze away from her steely one and onto the tantalising curves of her body, his brain substituted the word for a much more inappropriate one “ – kind.”
The bookseller’s eyebrows shot almost into her hairline.
Philip gulped. Stupid idiot, what did you say that for? She’ll have you done for sexual harassment!
Narrowing her eyes, the woman paused for a few seconds, then asked coolly, “What’s your name?”
Unable to cope with the intense glare he was being subjected to; Philip lowered his eyes to the counter between them, and mumbled his name. He also pulled in his shoulders protectively, fully expecting her to flip her lid and give him a tongue-lashing before throwing him unceremoniously out of her shop.
“Well, Philip, I do need someone to balance my books. And – “ she looked him up and down “ – it certainly seems as though you’re more than up to the job.”
She thrust out a hand. “I’m Giovanna. And you’re hired.”
Philip took her hand and shook it. It was cool and dry, much like her demeanour.
And that had been the start of their relationship. Giovanna had taken charge immediately, leading Philip into the tiny room behind the counter and showing him where everything he needed could be found. He’d followed that rotund, swaying arse willingly and decided there and then that he’d follow her anywhere.
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Four kinky and erotic BDSM tales from the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse.
Balancing the Books
Philip’s a well off man, and doesn’t need a job. But when he sees the gorgeous owner of his local bookshop, he applies for the role that’s being advertised there immediately. He’s totally stricken by the stunning Giovanna, and when it turns out she wants to boss him around in a sexual sense as well as an employment sense, he has no intention of refusing.
Feeling the Heat
Taylor and Maisie’s car has broken down. Luckily, Taylor’s handy with engines and is working hard to get them back on the road. Unfortunately, Maisie is getting annoyed at the amount of time he’s spending in the garage and confronts him. Instead of arguing back, though, Taylor comes up with an ingenious plan to keep Maisie quiet.
The Perfect Dom
Part of Mia’s nightwear is a pair of hotpants with SPANK ME emblazoned across the arse. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she forgets that she has a houseguest and heads to the kitchen for a drink, she’s shocked to find Alex in her living room. Immediately spotting what he sees as an invitation written across Mia’s bottom, Alex makes an offer and Mia soon discovers that he is, in fact, the perfect dom.
Meet Me at the Spanish Steps
Darby is working at a holiday camp on the outskirts of Rome and is getting along just fine, with the exception of her sex life. For various reasons, she’s not getting what she wants in the bedroom, and her tastes are very particular. She turns to the Internet to get what she needs, and when she discovers William, it seems that he’s more than willing—and capable—of scratching that particular itch.
More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-perfect-dom/
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
April 7, 2013
Double Launch at Sh! with Kd Grace- 20th April
I just love going up to London to share some of my writing with the gorgeous gals at Sh! Women’s Store.
This time is extra exciting, as not only will I be reading from my BDSM novel The Perfect Submissive, but I’ll be giving an exclusive reading from its sequel, The Retreat! In fact it is so exclusive- I haven’t even finished writing the novel yet!!!
As if that wasn’t enough, I am sharing the evening with my dear friend, and one of the UK’s best loved erotica authors, Kd Grace- aka Grace Marshall, who’ll be reading from her brilliant recent releases, Elemental Fire and Identity Crisis!!
Kay and Kd on a rare day off!
They’ll be champagne and cakes as ever- and a fabulous give away…
We’d love to see you there on 20th April, at 6.30pm for a 7pm start.
Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium
57 Hoxton Square. London. N1 6PB
www.sh-womenstore.com
To book a seat for this FREE event, just follow this link, and you’ll be able to reserve a seat (or two or three)- or you can email Sh! direct – events@sh-womenstore.com
Men are very welcome, but only if you have female company.
See you there!!!
Kay xx
Not Her Type- Or Is He? My Courier Kink Novella Is Redelivered
He’s back- John the courier- a man with an erotic imagination that would be envy of many- has returned to his round!!
Blurb-
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…
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As those of you who are kind enough to follow my work will know, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man used to be published by the OCPress. However, a few months ago, the lovely editors at OC decided to call it a day, and so the hunt was on for a new home for John and Jenny.
I was incredibly flattered by the offers I had for my kinky courier tale! I had no hesitation however, in handing my book over to the wonderful Sharazade at 1001 Nights Press- Not only will you be able to buy NHT for your Kindle -or as a download- but in a few months it will be a slim-line paperback as well!!!
So, if you fancy having a read of the novella that was inspired by the stories and fantasies shared with me by many of the couriers I’ve worked with in my ‘real’ job over the past 12 years- then you can buy Not Her Type from…
Buy links
Happy reading guys!!
Kay xxx
April 5, 2013
Tasty Teaser- The Pearl Necklace by Geraldine O’Hara
Today I’m delighted to be able to bring you a temptingly tasty teaser from The Pearl Necklace, a brand new book by my fellow Brit Babe Geraldine O’Hara- aka Natalie Dae- or even Sarah Masters!
Blurb:
After I’d tapped out a response in the comments section of an online newspaper article regarding slimming pills, I was swept from my life as a lonely wedding planner to be named The Pink Pill Diet Woman. Once the pills had worked their magic, I earned the name of Glamour Girl, and my life became an endless round of TV, radio and newspaper appearances, with stretches of boredom that led to me fantasising about my hunky security guard.
He was sexy as sin and out of my league, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? And dream I did, any chance I got. I longed for him to slide into bed with me and treat me to a night of passion I’d never forget, but how the devil would I get him there? Management had forbidden us to interact as anything other than what we were—Glamour Girl and her bodyguard. But as well as dreaming, I had a naughty streak. Rules be damned, I was going to break them. He had a pearl necklace I wanted draped around my neck—and I was going to get it.
The blurb not enough? Well- how about this extract…
Excerpt:
He stood in my bedroom doorway and stared behind me at the window. “Curtains. Close them.”
I loved the way he’d commanded me, how he was trying to shirk off his shyness. It made my knees weak and my cunt ache even more. I turned and went to do as he’d asked, then stopped and said over my shoulder, “Only if you’ll tell me your name.”
“You were right earlier. It’s Henry. Now close the curtains.”
I smiled and, taking a moment once I’d shut out the night, sucked in a deep breath and fought off the urge to pinch myself that my bloody God, this was finally happening. I turned to face him, the bed between us, a huge, huge barrier, and glanced at it then back to him.
“Get on,” he said, jerking his head at the bed. “Get your clothes off and get on.”
I hadn’t undressed for a man in a long time. Before tonight it had been when I was larger—and under the cover of darkness, beneath the sheets. I just had to hope this newfound courage that was surging inside was enough to carry me through.
I popped the buttons on my skinny jeans then pushed them down my legs, sliding one foot under them once they were off and flicking them away. I watched him carefully for his reaction, and all I got was a glimpse of desire darkening his eyes before he quickly masked it. I lifted my vest top off, tossing it to the floor, and stood there in my black bra and knickers, hoping that he’d give me some idea—any idea—of what he was thinking.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so lovely,” he said. “So bloody lovely.”
He skirted the bed, and I stepped back a bit so he could stand in front of me. He raised his hands, and I held my breath, waiting for him to cup them to my breasts. He didn’t, just let them hover there, and stared down at my chest.
“Touch them,” I encouraged, sensing he was too much of a gentleman to do it without asking, even though his intent had been clear. “You don’t need my permission. Do whatever you want.”
I looked up at him, and he shifted his gaze to my face, then, maintaining eye contact, laid his hands where I so wanted them to be. His palms were deliciously warm, their heat seeping through my bra, my skin. I felt every individual finger, his thumbs, a brand that I would always remember and crave more of when we were apart. I could only hope that tonight wasn’t the only one we’d share like this, but I had to treat this time as if that were the case. Revel in every touch, caress, kiss. Enjoy each second and hope they didn’t speed by too fast.
He kneaded, and oh my God, the sensation from my nipples rasping on his palms went straight to my cunt. I wanted him to fill it with his cock, give me a fuck that I’d never forget, so lifted my hips to push my needy slit against his groin. He was hard, so deliciously hard, and the pressure of him on my clit had tendrils of pleasure radiating down there. I clenched my muscles in an attempt to stave off an orgasm that would rage through me if I let myself go now. I didn’t want to come too soon, but excitement and the sheer brilliance of being here with him in this way might prove difficult. That first burst of release was going to be heady, shocking, I imagined, and I needed to steel myself for the onslaught.
“You feel just as I thought you would,” he said, then bit his bottom lip and slid one hand up to my collarbone, the other still massaging my breast.
His fingertips on my skin, right beside the strap of my top, brought on goose bumps and a shiver so violent I worried he might think he’d repulsed me.
“You feel better than I thought you would,” I said, a little breathless, my lungs straining as though they were fit to burst. A buzz brought on by anticipation set up home in my ears, and I went lightheaded for a second or two. Bloody hell, he affected me in a way I hadn’t fully predicted. Yes, I’d known I’d go like liquid for him, my bones and heart melting at the same time, but this…this all-consuming fire? No, I hadn’t expected it to be so searing just from the simplest of touches…
The Brit Babes give this new book a rating of…
If you’d like to buy The Pearl Necklace, here are some handy links!
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Pearl-Necklace-ebook/dp/B00C4E1MM0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1364973640&sr=8-1
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/The-Pearl-Necklace-ebook/dp/B00C4E1MM0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1364973677&sr=8-1&keywords=the+pearl+necklace+geraldine+o%27hara
Happy Reading everyone!!
Kay xx
April 2, 2013
Brit Babe Alert!!
You may have noticed the phrase Brit Babes floating about on Facebook and Twitter lately- and this is why.
Myself and seven of my erotica writer friends have come together to form a group to give you, the wondrous reading public, a fantastic place to visit to find information about ALL our stories in one place!
I think I can confidentially guarantee that all erotica tastes are catered for. Whether you are brand new to erotica, or a regular reader who’d like to try out a new author- the Brit Babes have something that will tickle your fancy!
So- here we are!!
Kay Jaybee, Kd Grace, Lexie Bay, Tabitha Rayne, Lily Harlem, Natalie Dae (aka Emmy Ellis), Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse!!
8 British based authors dedicated to bringing you the best erotic reads we possibly can!! All week we’ll be introducing ourselves, and giving you a flavour of what each of us has to offer…
So- what can I offer you via my busy pen?
Well, I’m often referred to as the Queen of Kink, as the majority of my work, such as The Perfect Submissive and Making Him Wait, has a decidedly BDSM bent! If you like plenty of Ouch, with your Ahhh, and lashings of F/F, and M/F/F action, then I’m the writer for you! However, I do have a softer side as well- so if you like your erotica with a romantic edge, then I can help you there as well, with such M/F novellas as A Sticky Situation and Digging Deep. And if you aren’t sure what you like- then why not try one of my anthologies and experience a short shot of every erotic style imaginable! The Collector for example, is often held up as the perfect introduction to erotica- a menu of tit-bits to see if something tickles your fancy, before moving on to longer stories and novels!
All this week you can visit my fellow Babes personal blogs to find out all about them!
1st- Lily Harlem
3rd- Me!! Today!
4th – Lucy Felthouse
5th – KD Grace (aka Grace Marshall)
6th - Tabitha Rayne
7th – Natalie Dae (aka Emmy Ellis)
8th – Lexie Bay
9th- Victoria Blisse
So why not visit all my other Babes sites? And don’t forget the Brit Babe Blog itself! Come and join in the fun!!
Happy Reading!
Kay xx
March 31, 2013
It’s Blisse Bunnies Week!!- Wordy Beginnings
I’m delighted to be joining in with the Blisse Bunnies Blog today! This is your chance to WIN some fantastic prizes! Check out this lot!!
International Grand Prize
You can win a £50 Gift Voucher to spend at the sensational Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium. Treat yourself to a egg with a difference 
UK ONLY Grand Prize
You can win a £50 Gift Voucher to spend on yummy Xcite Books. Delivery is only available in the UK. So Treat yourself to some very sexy British Easter treats!
Runner-Up Prize
You can win a BritBabes Bundle. Featuring sensational eBooks from Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Kay Jaybee, Lily Harlem, Lexie Bay, Emmy Ellis and Tabitha Rayne
SexyReads Spot Prize
One Lucky winner selected by the SexyReads ficklefingeroffate™ will win a £10 Amazon.co.uk or $10 Amazon.com Gift Voucher.
So how can you win?? All you need to do is visit each of the blogs taking part, and count up all the cute Blisse Bunnies hidden on them! A list of all the sites involved, and all the rules, are waiting for you at http://blissebunnies.co.uk/ Once you have your total bunny count, email it, and your details to Victoria Blisse at victoria@victoriablisse.co.uk
GOOD LUCK and HAPPY COUNTING!!
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Wordy Beginnings
As Spring is traditionally a time of new beginnings, I got to thinking about how important beginnings really are- especially in stories. An imagination teasing opening sentence or paragraph, can make the difference between someone spending their precious time reading your work, or flicking onto somebody else’s.
I confess, I’m a very picky reader! If a book hasn’t hooked me by the end of the first page, then I just can’t be bothered to read any more. Therefore, when I’m writing myself, I try and make the first few lines really count… Here are a few of my opening lines to tease you with…
My heart thudded in my ears as I looked down at my bound wrists. Tied with rope, the hemp chaffed against my pale skin. Experience told me that there was no point in wriggling to see if they’d come free. Our Master knew his business…
Laura Peters’mind went into overdrive. Flicking through a variety of possible erotic scenarios, she placed him at the mercy of a large muscular man, begging to be skewered up the arse on his magnificent cock. She saw him bound and gagged; a darkly tanned figure bent over his chest, stroking him relentlessly with a split-tailed whip. Perhaps he was writhing on a four-poster bed, awaiting a woman’s eager tongue against his balls; a woman who’d just spent the last hour teasing his body with silk scarves …
Rachel’s Twisted Tale from Yes Ma’am-
The room was completely bare. Whitewashed walls reflected a false brightness against the polished laminate floor. Despite its lack of furnishings, the room was not cold, a warmth radiated up through the floorboards, stopping its sole inhabitant from freezing to death.
She sat, as she often did, totally naked, her legs crossed, her pale back straight, her arms relaxed and resting against her knees, the long thin yellow plait that hung from the nape of her neck, snaking across the floor…
Not Her Type; Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (soon to be re-released- I’ll be shouting about a date soon!)
What the hell am I doing? I’m a good girl; I just don’t do things like this.
A tiny fraction of Jenny’s conscience screamed at her. The remainder of her brain sent her hands on a thorough exploration of the densely haired chest that had unexpectedly appeared from beneath her companion’s polo-shirt. The fact that Jenny had never liked men with hairy chests seemed irrelevant…
I hope these beginnings have tickled your taste buds, and piqued your curiosity!
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I have one eye looking out of my window over my frost covered garden as I write this Blisse Bunny blog, and I can’t help wondering if Spring really is coming this year! It’s just so cold out there. While it’s making it’s mine up whether to make an appearance or not, why not snuggle up with some of the lovely blogs and books on offer today via the Blisse Bunnies blog! Make sure you check out all the sites taking part- you could win a prize!!
Good luck!!
Thanks for stopping by.
Kay xx
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March 30, 2013
Guest Interview with James Wood- Paula’s Place
Today I have a fascinating interview with James Wood about his excellent erotic trilogy Paula’s Place. Many thanks James!
Paula’s Place was a trilogy. Did you want to write something longer like this or did it just turn out that way?
James: Most of my stories up till now have been short scenes – a couple of days or hours in the lives of the characters. I wanted to give Paula more, to build her up, to give her a history and relatives – a past. Likewise for Max. I just felt that their attraction, their passion for each other, and ultimately the sex that they enjoy together would be deeper and more intense if they were more rounded. That was the first reason it was longer – it needed to be.
There was a second reason too. Paula goes through a conversion of sorts. Seduction. Surrender. Submission. The titles were not idly chosen. At the start of the book Paula is woman who has not yet expressed or given liberty to her most intimate desires. Each book of the trilogy deals with a stage of Paula’s… I want to say ‘conversion’ but that is not it… her awakening? She has finally met someone who ‘gets’ her, in more meanings than one. A trilogy was a natural fit.
“The Paula books are all written from her point of view. That is not a common writing structure in the erotica genre. Why did you choose to write that way, and were there any challenges?”
James: There certainly were challenges! I have been interested in varying the point of view for a while. Most books are written in 3rd party omniscient or semi-omniscient. All that means is that the reader gets to know more of what is going on than the characters do: how they feel, what they do when the other characters don’t see them. That sort of thing. That’s what most books do, and it works well most of the time.
What I found, and what interested me, was how the reader’s connection with the character alters when the point of view changes. That’s what I did in the Paula books. Those books are written by Paula – you don’t know any more than she knows. That makes it difficult. What does Max think of her? Well, what the hell does Max think of her? I can’t tell the reader. The reader, and Paula, only get to find out by what he says or does when he is with her, or from what other people say to Paula. Fortunately, Paula and Max get quite a lot of personal time together to help her resolve that dilemma.
The important part for me is that I believe the reader gets to know Paula better because of how it was written – that first person point of view. Hopefully that makes for a more intimate experience for the reader.
It is not the first time I’ve changed point of view. In one of my earlier short stories, Shower Time (you can find it free in a lot of e-book outlets), the voice in the writing is the Dom talking directly to you, as if the reader were ‘his girl’ and being personally addressed.
“In Paula’s Place, Grand Falls appears again. Are all of your books set there, and if so, why? Can you tell us if Grand Falls is a real town, and if so, how easy is it to move there?”
James: Yes. The books, all of them so far, are set in Grand Falls. I get asked about the town quite a bit. I’ve been lucky enough to travel through the provinces of Canada and a lot of the States, and I’ve found something in every one of them I love. Grand Falls is a bit of a blend, so no, it is not a town with a zip code and everything, but it is real nonetheless. Every street and bookshop and fence exists somewhere. And the characters with their prurient passions are reflective of our sexualized imaginings and desires – yours and mine. Well, I can’t really speak for you, but certainly mine!
I get questions about time period too. There are trains and cars, phones and the Internet, but I hear comments about Grand Falls feeling old-fashioned. I think this is true. There is a stylized set of dress, civility, and manners in Grand Falls that isn’t common any more – if it was ever the case. Picket fences and lemonade – men holding the door open for women. I enjoy that, and I like the apparent contrast with the depraved and erotic adventures that the residents get up to. Though, as we know, every age has had these impulses – dark passion is hardly original. Grand Falls is a bit of a Twilight Zone, but hopefully better for it. Moving there is easy enough – you just have to buy the book.
“Paula is a smart girl. Do you always use smart girls as your heroines? How do you pick your girls?”
James: Of course she is! Yes, I like smart women. Smart is very sexy. I like her ‘knowing’ what it is she does. There is a part in the first book where she revisits sexual fantasies of her past. Part of what she likes she knows is ‘wrong,’ and that makes it all the more arousing for her. She may blush, but she can’t plead ignorance. Intelligent women make the most interesting characters. I’m getting excited just thinking about it!
“You are a male author in a genre dominated by women writers. Do you wonder why that should be? Does it come with its own set of challenges?”
James: I haven’t really thought about it much. I suppose that most stories are about women; we write about the heroines. And since most erotica readers are women, that connection makes sense to me. Yes, there is always a man in the book, or men, but the story is really about the women. Usually they are a lot more interesting! If I worry about anything in writing D/s as a man, it is that I’ll be taken for a sexist or a misogynist, a charge that I utterly reject. I’ve heard people say that since you write about spanking women or tying them up, or having them ‘give in’ to dominant men, then you are not a friend of women. I don’t agree at all. Paula, and all of my women characters, are strong, positive women. That they enjoy and indulge in sexual taboos I don’t believe belittles them. I feel they are treated with the greatest respect. They are empowered in their sexuality, however depraved or erotic. I care about them, and I like to think it shows.
“There is obviously a lot of hot D/s sex going on in the book, but did I detect a streak of romance? Paula and her Dom, Max Broekner, are more than a one night stand. What do you think of the ‘Fifty Shades’ phenomenon and the romance/erotica cross-over?”
James: Well, that is a big question. I’m by no means an expert, but my understanding is that Romance as a genre has become a lot more graphic recently, and bondage or discipline has become more mainstream. Is that necessarily a bad thing? And is Fifty Shades the reason, or did it just touch on a latent need? I don’t know. I’m just happy to write about passions like Paula’s and Max’s, that are hot and stir your blood. And yes, there is a streak of romance amidst the turbid sex. That is part of it too. If you feel there is a connection between them, then what they get up to becomes that bit steamier. And what is erotica without steam?
“Max had some of your other books in his library. A book within a book. What was going on there?”
James: A shameless plug – cheap advertising! No, not really. Okay, a bit. You are talking about The Doctrine of Venus. There is a philosophy to D/s relationships upon which The Doctrine expounds that observant readers might link with Paula and her lover. They wouldn’t be wrong. The goings on in that curious house on Vale Street take a page out of that book.
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Blurb:
I am no longer the innocent girl; I am blissful, complete, and knowing.
This is Paula’s story, an erotic bdsm romance trilogy. Seduction: A steamy, explicit erotic romance of sexual fantasies come real. Fate brings Paula back to her hometown, where she meets her dark handsome neighbour. Surrender: Paula is drawn into her lover’s world of domination and submission, where sensation and lust commingle with intimacy and trust. As Paula surrenders her body to pleasure, she knows she is losing her heart. Submission: Paula struggles to reconcile her feelings with her concern that things are going too fast. As her slide towards bliss only gathers pace, how will their love affair end? Does she even have a choice, or is her submission complete?
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I’m delighted to have an extract of James’ work to share with you…
Paula’s Place, Part 1: Seduction, by James Wood
I don’t know what brought it on. I hadn’t had thoughts like that in years. I suppose it was seeing the park again, and it being my first night away from the city.
I had gone to bed. I had turned out the light after reading a bit, and the house was completely quiet. I had left the window open and through it could see the moon; its light fell over my sheets.
I lay back, keenly aware of the stirring in my body. I pulled my knees up so my feet lay flat and I let my knees fall open. I stretched my arms above my head and gripped the bed rail tightly. There was an awareness in my body, a growing murmur that needed satisfaction and would not go away. I didn’t want it to. For the first time in a long time, I ached to be touched and held.
Sex had been one of the problems we’d had, I see that now. It was an unspoken thing at the end. It wasn’t that we didn’t do it, but I felt bad for wanting more. He’d always go on top. He wouldn’t kiss me; I’d have liked that. One time I talked to him about things I’d like to try, but once proved one time too many. I didn’t dare tell him of the dreams I had. He’d never have understood those. And so the years had passed.
There wasn’t much of a breeze, but the window was open and the curtain gave a stir. I pushed the blanket off me and closed my eyes. I moved one hand onto my belly. He was coming again: The Colonel. I could feel him outside the window. I arched my back a little ways and pushed my hand between my thighs. I touched myself on top of my shorts and let out a silent moan.
The dream came in many disguises, but it always started within the park. It was back in the time of the Civil War, and I was out gathering wood for the house. We knew there was a battle looming nearby. I know I’d been told to be careful. Nevertheless, I walked on alone, hidden by trees, fearful for any noise.
In the bed, my right arm stretched high above my head. My fingers wrapped themselves around the bed rail and gripped it like in a storm. My left hand found my waistband and slipped underneath my shorts. With the material against the back of my hand I parted my woman’s curls.
There was someone there. I could hear the horse whinny and the underbrush snapping. “Whoa, girl.” It was a man’s voice, deep and soothing, calming the nervous beast. “What’s got you all stirred up?” I was frozen, not knowing whether to run or hide, fearful of discovery at any time. I’d heard stories of rough men and what they did with honest women, and it paralyzed my mind. I could just make him out through the branches: an officer on a fine chestnut mare. His coat was dusty and I couldn’t make out whether it was blue or gray. He saw me. He always saw me. And that’s when I turned and ran.
I gasped as my fingers spread my lips and stroked the inside of my petals. I released the bed frame to grasp my breast and give myself a squeeze. Oh, Paula, you dirty girl, spoke my conscience. Only one night back and then this. But my mind was away with the pursuing Colonel, whose horse would soon overtake me.
I dropped my bundle and sprinted, dashing under branch and behind tree. But my skirts were long and the brush was difficult and I had little hope of escape. I could hear him now, right behind me, the beating of hooves closing in. I fell. I always fell. I started to crawl away.
“What do we have here?” He dismounted. Spurs jangling from his heels. His sword remained in the scabbard on his saddle but a pistol was at his waist. I crawled, frantic, on hand and knee. He took a sore grip of my dark curled hair just as I’d reached a fallen tree.
“Oh, sir. Please, sir, no!” I pleaded, but he put his hand on my mouth to stop me. I bit hard on his fingers only to find he’d gagged me with a leather gauntlet. He took me then, he always took me, he pushed me down on that broken tree. He threw my petticoats over my waist and held my wrists behind my back to tame me.
“You’re going to get it, girl. You’re going to enjoy this. I’m going to fill your belly with my seed and drive you rough, like you’re needing.” Then he put his bare hand between my legs and felt me wet and swollen. He was momentarily surprised, always just for a moment. “You’re no lady! Dirty girl. You’re a filthy trollop. You want it, yes, I can feel it here, I’ve got the proof on my own fingers.” And then he unbuttoned his cavalry breeches and unburdened himself into me.
Until now I had avoided my clitoris: tense and ripe and swollen. But at this point, as the Colonel mounted me, I gave it my full attention.
“Whore, that’s what you are. Wanting a real man’s attentions. I’ll give it to you, hard as you like, that you’ll be dreaming of me with your husband.” He grabbed my hair, tight as cord, and pulled it till I was screaming. But only a muffled mew did I manage through the salty leather I bit on.
He drove me, his flared root invading my belly, over and over and over. He tore at my dress and spilled my breasts and twisted them sore, quite fiercely.
I was there now, my fingers juddering, my womb in spasm, my clitoris ripened to bursting. I lifted my back, my hips clear from the bed, with my breasts pinched by my own stealthy hand. He always came too at this point. He never failed to deliver.
“God. You. Bitch.” He thrust desperately into me then, his breath in suspension; he pressed tightly inside me and trembled. It was that way for moments. Finally, he withdrew. I could feel his semen dripping out of me, running down my thighs. It was undoubtedly collecting on my wool stocking tops, where it would stain them as evidence. He took out a knife and cut my underwear from me, leaving me naked to God. He removed his glove from between my teeth and released his hand from my wrists.
“There you go. You can tell anyone you like; they’ll know what you are. And if you have a child, you bring him up well or I’ll find you and give you a whipping.”
He wiped himself on the hem of my dress and then buttoned himself up and mounted. “What’s your name, whore?” he called down.
“Paula,” I whispered. I had gathered myself up by now.
“You’ll want it again, Paula, another time. I know you will. You know where you can find me.” Then he left me standing alone; he pushed his horse into a canter.
I lay back, flat on the bed, the sheet beneath me damp with sweat. When the trembling stopped I stayed still for a while and listened to the street noise in the darkness. I felt a secret shame, but it was better for that. My secret. It felt wrong and yet right also. I changed into a clean, dry t-shirt and locked this puzzle in my mind away, and the next thing I knew it was morning…
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To buy Paula’s Place:
Paula’s Place is available as a trilogy of ebooks, or combined as a paperback. Part 1: Seduction is available as a free download from many major ebook retailers for curious readers who would like to sample the series.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Paulas-Place-part-Seduction-ebook/dp/B00A2WC9TQ
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Paulas-Place-part-Seduction-ebook/dp/B00A2WC9TQ
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/paulas-place-part-1-james-wood/1113846321
Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/paulas-place/id578880688?mt=11
Paperback, Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Paulas-Place-Seduction-Surrender-Submission/dp/0615772730
Bio: British-born author James Wood spins sensuous taboo tales. Themes of domination and submission predominate – of hands on legs and garter straps and ladies bound in silk.
Honourable Mention in the Best Bondage Writer category from the 2012 Bondage Awards.
Many thanks again to James for sharing his work with us today!
Happy reading everyone!
Kay xx
March 27, 2013
Guest Blog from Bel Anderson- Thinking Erotic Shorts & Characterisation
I have a first timer to my blog today, and very welcome she is to. It’s the wonderful Bel Anderson! Over to you hun!
Hi Kay, thanks so much for having me here! It’s great to be between the covers with you in the new Smut Alfresco anthology!
Today, if you don’t mind, I’d like to pick your readers’ brains – and yours too – on the subject of…
Erotic shorts and characterisation.
This is something that is on my mind a lot, mainly because I recently read a review on Amazon.com of an anthology which includes a story of mine and the person who reviewed it was complaining that the characters in most of the stories were ‘like a joke’. OK, this person didn’t like the anthology at all (fortunately their review was preceded by a very good one or I might have been really upset) but it did make me stop and think.
Now, I know everyone is looking for something slightly different from an erotic short story, but before that it hadn’t occurred to me that I needed to make a character in a four thousand word story, which consists mainly of people having sex, particularly rounded. Wrongly, perhaps, I had assumed that the main reason for reading these stories is a bit of titillation. I’m talking here about the sort of erotica you might want to read with your partner or on a saucy night in alone, not beautiful prose necessarily – just a rollicking good dirty story.
I have to admit that my characters in the story in question aren’t particularly rounded, but neither are their characters non-existent. I have a rather conceited Lord of the Manor who enjoys admiring his own, magnificent cock and feels an almost constant surging in his loins; a supposedly innocent maid who he has hand-picked to serve his needs if only she knew it; and his prim, nervous wife who comes to life amazingly once her new maid has taught her a few tricks. There is, I hope, also a moment or two of mild humour. Fine, I thought, for a short erotic tale (and so did the editor, I imagine!)
Apparently not?
Personally, I’m not looking for complicated characterisation in a short erotic story. A novella or a novel is a different kettle of fish altogether and then, of course, we’d all be expecting believable, well-rounded characters. In a short story, there isn’t that much room to characterise fully without taking up valuable sex-space. A hint of character does for me – but maybe you don’t agree?
I’d love to hear your thoughts!
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Bel has previously been published in anthologies by Xcite books, has recently had a story published in Smut Alfresco and has one in the upcoming Smut by the Sea Volume 2. She is working on a non-erotic novel and also an anthology of erotic stories.
You can find her blog here: http://belandersonwrites.blogspot.com and her work here:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Smut-Alfresco...
http://www.xcitebooks.com/results.html?keyword=Bel+Anderson
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Thanks Bel- That is a very interesting point you’ve raised, and I can imagine you’ll get a range of different answers to that question.
Personally- well, I firmly believe that whether the story is short or long, every character has to count. They have to be as rounded as the word length will allow. Obviously in a work of flash fiction this is harder to achieve, but if all you want is “wham bam thank you ma’am”, then read porn or watch a movie.
I’ve had criticism in one particular novella for a secondary character not being rounded enough. I was fairly surprised, because I really hadn’t seen her as vital enough to worry about in the grand scheme of the book- it seemed I was wrong! Not a mistake I will make again! Now I have a rule- if the character can’t be rounded, it goes!
But hey- that’s just by opinion!!! So- what do you guys think???
Do drop us a line,
Kay xx
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