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December 31, 2017
Sexy Sunday Snippet: Now or Never by Isabelle Drake
Happy New Year! We’re kicking off 2018 with a bit from Now or Never, Book 1 in Isabelle Drake’s sexy Washington DC series, Invitations.
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Book Blurb:
Dressed as a sex slave and hiding behind a mask, Emily arrives at a costume party ready to make a former co-worker pay for not noticing her lush curves.
Emily grabs the opportunity to make a former co-worker she fantasised about before leaving for the US Peace Corps pay for not noticing her lush curves. Her goal—blow his mind with her sex slave seduction and leave him aching for more.
Wearing a borrowed costume and mask, Daniel accepts the offer of a woman eager to show him what she can do with the sheer scarves she’s untying from her waist. His goal—make sure the woman undressing for him knows how incredible she is and understands that he isn’t a one-night-only kind of man.
Excerpt:
“I’m not here to waste time,” she whispered.
“What are you here to do?”
“You’re the Master, you tell me.”
Her breasts, her neck, her sweet shoulders—where would he put his mouth first?
While he was musing over that dilemma, a lavender scarf appeared in her hands.
She wrapped it around his forearm, the cool silk caressing the sensitive area on the underside of his wrist. “Give you any ideas?”
Speechless, he nodded, watching as she slipped it away, knotted it around her wrist then handed him an end.
“I have more in my bag.” She swung her small bag playfully, then flattened her palm to her stomach. “And another one holding up my skirt.”
With his free hand, Daniel grabbed the sash around her waist, pulling her to him so she could feel the solid length of his fully erect dick. “You sure we both want the same thing?”
She smiled, curling her fingers over the slippery fabric of his pants and grasping his shaft. “You’re not wasting any time either, are you?”
“Actually,” he said, “I was thinking we were both wasting time standing here playing word games. I have a room at a B and B”—he nodded towards the edge of Gino’s lot—“that way, through the trees.”
Daniel turned, wondering if anyone would see him pulling the harem girl away then question Randall about the catch, but no one was paying any attention to them.
The only people in sight were a giant cactus making a big deal out of trying to hug a woman dressed as an oasis.
Museum people.
Really.
He stepped farther into the wooded area, gently tugging the girl away from the crowd, into the darkness swelling among the trees. As they moved from the party, he could hear the light jingling of the bells and the gentle pant of her breath as she hurried to keep up with him.
Sure, Daniel had seen porn where people were tied up but he’d never had any experience with it himself. It had always struck him as one of those scenarios that was fun to watch but wouldn’t really appeal to him in real life. With the silk-wrapped girl trailing behind him, he was beginning to think he’d been very wrong about himself.
He glanced back, and she looked up with a smile that faltered when she stumbled on a cluster of sticks.
He reached for her before she completely lost her footing, only to have her tumble into his arms. Without the use of her left arm, she’d nearly fallen. Working to right herself, she twisted in his arms. His fingers skimmed across the swells of her breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, then the lush curves of her hips.
By the time she’d finally stopped struggling to get her footing, she was pressed against him, breathing hard. He admired the sharp rise and fall of her rib cage. Her jacket had slipped to her elbows and the flimsy fabric of her top had fallen away, revealing one lush, round tit shoved up by the corset.
Instead of shrinking away, or grabbing the front of her shirt to conceal herself, she lifted her free hand to cup her heavy mound and offer it to him, whispering, “Master?”
The need to possess her was familiar, a predictable response to a sexy woman offering herself to him, but it was the single-minded desire to dominate her that caught him off guard and took his breath away. It was as though she already belonged to him. Not in reality, but in his dreams.
“For you,” she said, filling his silence and pushing the gauze away to reveal the other gorgeous breast. “Do whatever you want.”
The shouts and laughter of Gino’s party carried in the fall wind, reminding Daniel that he’d only just met this girl.
Then why did he feel so connected to her, as though he knew her?
She tugged the sash from his grip, shimmying to let her jacket fall to the ground, then wrapped the end around her other wrist. Her bare skin shone in the night, her nipples tightening to stiff points. The temptation to taste them was irresistible.
He covered one nipple with his mouth as he reached around to grasp her hips and pull her to him. She responded instantly, arching back and shoving more of herself into his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
His cock tensed, then throbbed, the tip pulsing with a need that intensified each time she moaned, soft and sexy. The girl was so hot, so ready. He grabbed her ass and squeezed and she purred against him, instantly spreading her legs as though she’d been waiting for his touch.
But her giving in to him wasn’t enough. He needed her to touch him, taste him, to want something from him as well.
With three sharp tugs, he freed her hands and tossed the scrap of fabric to the ground.
*****
Get Now or Never, first in the Invitations series, on Kindle, Google, Barnes & Noble, or direct from Totally Bound for only .99.
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Isabelle Drake got her start writing confession stories for pulp magazines like True Confessions and True Love. Since publishing those first few stories she has written in multiple genres, earned and MFA in Creative Writing and became an English & Writing Professor. When away from her keyboard, she watches films, especially classic noir, horror and romance, and reads (of course). An avid traveler, she’ll go just about anywhere–at least once–to meet people and get ideas.
Find Isabelle as Isabelle Drake on Facebook, Youtube and Goodreads & @isabelledrake on Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr & isadrake on Snapchat.
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December 30, 2017
Sexy Saturday Round Up
[image error]By Elizabeth Shore
We’re headed toward the finish line of 2017! In two days this year will be in the history books, and I’ll be starting out this new year as I do most – a lazy day on the couch with my best friend SyFy and The Twilight Zone marathon. But before that, let’s finish out this year with a bang and some fun stuff we’ve rounded up for you all. From all of us at Lady Smut, thanks for your support, sexy readers! See you ’round the bend. x0 …
2017 had its share of downers – the current president, anyone? – but leave it to the folks at Reader’s Digest to give us a list of the best things 2017 had to offer.
What it’s like to be a nude art model.
Bear shifter romances. Yeah, they’re a thing.
What’s wrong with a calendar full of hot dudes reading? Oh wait. Nothing.
To sell your books you need to be a person, not a personal brand.
From Madeline:
Uh-oh! Looks like someone needs to go to the Love Hospital.
The inspiration behind the “Cat Person” a bad dating story in the New Yorker that’s been creating a sensation we posted about last week. This week the author got a seven figure deal.
Whoops! Guy tweets a cute photo of his girlfriend and cat to his mom–but what’s that other stuff hanging from his bed??????
Suck it, Trump! Trans peeps can enroll in the military as of Jan 1st. (They’re already *in* the military, doncha know…)
Romance alert: What do you do about that hot guy on the train?
And for the other kind of gal: She’s a sugar-momma to four hot men. Here’s how it’s working for one career minded woman.
On one hand, I completely disagree with this article. On the other hand, if you just met the guy and really don’t know him from adam–well, maybe this is good advice…How to fall in love SLOWLY.
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December 24, 2017
Sexy Sunday Snippet: A Christmas Dramedy by Carrie Lomax
How perfect is this? Today we have a snippet from Carrie Lomax’s A Christmas Dramedy.
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About the book:
One Unforgettable Christmas Week
A broken engagement.
An ill-advised fling.
A reality-TV-inspired dating contest.
A competition between one woman’s heart and her head — with her future on the line.
The Bachelorette
Alyssa Carlisle arrives home for the holidays nursing a fresh Christmas Eve heartbreak. A hookup with her hot neighbor seems like the perfect rebound. He’s never looked her way, but Marc De Luna’s just what she needs: a no-strings attached, super sexy vacation fling.
She never thought he’d want more.
The (Play) Boy Next Door
Marc’s had it bad for his aloof, ambitious neighbor ever since her family moved in. Her engagement to a rich boyfriend was enough to send him packing for an extended trip — anywhere — as long as it’s far away from any reminder of Alyssa. Now that he’s is out of the picture, Marc ‘s not about to pass up his chance to claim her as his own.
When her ex makes an unexpected appearance, Marc’s got a fight on his hands — and he’ll do whatever it takes to win.
Excerpt:
“I ought to let my family know I’m still alive. I disappeared last night.”
“Oh, they know,” Marc replied, kissing her forehead as he pulled her into his arms. “My mom texted me this morning saying she was worried about you. I told her you’re with me. I’m sure they’re planning the wedding already.”
Alyssa buried her face in his shoulder. “Oh, fuck. This is going to be awkward.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” He went quiet. “Listen, you said something yesterday about being here for the week. I’m not looking for a week.”
Alyssa’s heart sank. Great. He might have another girl lined up already.
Marc kissed her temple. “Aly, I don’t want you thinking I do this with just anyone. I’d given that up ages ago.”
She nodded, though didn’t believe him any more than she believed in the Easter Bunny. His own mother had once commented that Marc treated girls like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Alyssa had seen plenty of women lining up to be brunch over the years, and she hadn’t lived here in almost ten years.
“Flattery will get you anywhere with me,” she replied flippantly, grinning. Marc was a genuinely considerate guy, the polar opposite of Zach. She hadn’t gotten to know him because she’d always been so intent on avoiding her hot neighbor.
Alyssa quit resisting her base instincts and kissed him in the sunshine as if they were the only two people in the world, her pale skin contrasting sharply with his dark tan. Probably ought to think about sunscreen, eventually.
His fingers threaded through her hair, setting it free to whip around her face. In response, Alyssa tugged his shirt over his head.
“No fair.” He responded by pulling up the shirt he’d loaned her. Alyssa shrugged it aside. He cupped her breasts with his big hands. Then he took one in his mouth and nibbled gently on the tip. Alyssa sighed and curved against him.
When he thumbed open the button on the shorts he’d loaned her, she slid off his lap and kicked them off. Marc had pulled off his shirt and quickly discarded the rest of his clothes before rolling on a condom.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
She nodded. Naked, Alyssa slid over him, her body extra-sensitive from the night before. Marc was as good as his word, moving slowly and focused on everything except where their bodies were joined. He let her set the pace. She was too sore to take his entire cock at first, but the more he teased and touched everything above her waist, the more her body accepted. They found their pleasure with no audience but the sun, the sea, and the sky.
An hour later, Marc steered the sailboat into its slip at the marina. They held hands as they strolled to his truck. When she asked about it, he told her he’d caught a ride with his brother to his parents’ house the day before.
Alyssa fidgeted with the shirt hem sticking out from the seatbelt. The loaner clothes were as good as a billboard about where she’d gone and what she’d been doing. Yet there was no point in trading them for her wrinkled dress, since last night wasn’t exactly a secret. The knowledge didn’t help her shoulders stay straight or calm her pounding heart as Marc parked on the street between their driveways, as though staking out a space in the middle of their families.
He took her hand. “We’ll go in together. It’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah, I know.” She squeezed his hand back. There was no reason for nerves. Yet she stepped out with an unshakable sense of foreboding.
A breeze coursed through the cab of the truck. Her dress fluttered like a captive butterfly on its hanger behind her. The screen door of her parents’ house opened.
Her eyes narrowed at the man-shape. In a flash her stomach iced over. No, it can’t be.
“What the fuck is this?” Zach, her ex, exploded. The screen door jumped back on its hinges.
Alyssa cringed but stood her ground. “What are you doing here?”
“We were supposed to celebrate our engagement with your family this week, remember? I changed my ticket.”
“I…” Oh holy shit.
*****
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Carrie Lomax grew up in the Midwest before moving to New York City for 15 years. She lives in Maryland with two budding readers and her real-life romantic hero. Hit her up to find out what else she has in the works: carrie@carrielomax.com
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December 17, 2017
Sexy Sunday Snippet: Must Love Fashion by Deborah Garland
Holiday cheers to us all! This week we have a snippet from Deborah Garland’s Must Love Fashion, Book 1 in her Darling Cove series.
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About the book:
Escape into the exciting world of fashion where Andrew Morgan, a former male model turned brand manager meets his match in Gwendolyn Mallory, a beautiful small town public relations specialist he doesn’t think he needs.
She was hired to turn the fashion world upside down…not his.
Go behind the scenes as Gwen sets out to prove she has what it takes to promote a prestigious brand like Prada. Andrew is already struggling to accept his PR responsibilities have been taken away from him, but the intense attraction he has for Gwen is just plain getting in the way of rational thinking—sleeping with a co-worker has always been on his to-don’t list. But Gwen challenges everything Andrew believes about love and relationships as he puts aside his heartbreaking past to have the woman he never knew he needed.
Follow the sparkling fuse slowly burning with sexual tension as Gwen brings to life a sexy devil…who just happens to wear Prada.
Excerpt:
Andrew’s expression settled into a contemplative stare. He inched closer. “As long as we’re talking about former employers, I’ll tell you something about me that only Enrico knows.”
Gwen’s mouth was open the entire time she listened to him reveal his secret past as a male model. It wasn’t hard to imagine. He was the perfect specimen of a man. Tall, broad shoulders, prominent cheek bones and full lips. “Is that why you asked me what I thought about male models?”
And if Starlight had designed male thongs and Andrew was one of her models…
“Self-consciously, yes. It’s something…I’m proud of but also ashamed of at times.”
“Being rewarded because you’re tall and beautiful is—” She quickly looked away. I just called him beautiful. Licking her dry lips, she finished. “I mean…having someone think you’re good enough to show off their clothes is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Thank you.” His head had lowered but his dark eyes were glued to her.
“Thank you for confiding in me,” she responded humbly. Her head was spinning and not because of the wine.
“We’re a team, right?” Andrew had become a different person. He was speaking to her like…a friend. An entirely different side of the man had emerged.
“Absolutely.” She clinked his glass again.
Andrew smoothed his tie and sat up straight. “Speaking of being a team, Enrico said you asked to be moved to an office on the designer floor.”
Her cheeks blazed with heat. She’d almost forgotten about the request. So this was business. Not pleasure. She took a breath. “It’s hard to share an office. No matter what the circumstances.”
“I’d really rather you not sit on the designer floor.”
She leaned in. “Why?”
“That floor is chaotic. I can’t think straight when I’m down there.”
“I think it’s kind of fun. Lots of energy. It’ll be like watching Project Runway every day, all day.” She wiggled her shoulders, letting her passion show through. “I love the creative process. Seeing them take a bolt of fabric and with a few clips of the scissors and stabs of the sewing machine needle…voila! A dress. It’s really quite fascinating.” She paused and sat back, staring into her wine to avoid eye contact. “Besides, you can’t like me being in your office”
“Actually, I do.”
She looked up, startled by the confession.
He pressed his fingers together. “I thought it would be annoying. But you’re pleasant enough to be around.”
Pleasant enough… Oh yeah, Mr. Morgan, talk dirty to me. “I have to be honest though, the mess and clutter that I have to look at every day, is kind of getting to me.”
“I’ll work on that. I promise.” He finished his beer and took out his wallet. “You’re not going to be happy listening to Salvatore yell all day, trust me.”
“Yeah, but it’s mostly in Italian.” Her finger nails scraped the bottom of the pretzel bowl. It was empty again and she was too embarrassed to ask for another refill.
“Thank goodness…I’m sure if it was English, we’d have dozens of lawsuits on our hands.”
He was keeping her away from Salvatore to protect the company from a lawsuit. How very…corporate of him. She shrugged her shoulders. “Okay. At least until the fashion show, deal?”
“Deal.” His lips agreed but his eyes said maybe.
Her phone buzzed and vibrated. It was Greg again. She dumped it in her bag. She didn’t want him or her father to worry, but she was an adult. An adult who was allowed to go out after work and come home late.
Or…not at all.
*****
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Deborah Garland is a versatile author of women’s fiction, contemporary and paranormal romances. Her books are about love and the struggles of complicated relationships. The heroines are strong and witty and the heroes fall hard for them.
She lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband and two pugs, Zoe and Harley. And when she’s not writing, you can find her on a bar stool on a Friday night with a Grey Goose cosmopolitan, listening to her husband tell her the same stories over and over.
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December 16, 2017
Sexy Saturday Round Up
[image error]By Elizabeth Shore
Hanukkah’s here and it’s the last full weekend before Christmas, Sexies. So you could dash around like Prancer and Dancer, or you could kick back and read what we’ve rounded up for you this week. You decide…although I know which option I’d choose… 
December 15, 2017
69 Ways To Be Kinky
Today I’m giving you a sneak peek at my new BDSM erotica anthology The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2: 69 Kinky Tales, out on Tuesday, December 19, in ebook form. Yes, I know it’s officially Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 3 week, but today is my last official post as a Lady Smutter and with back to back releases, I wanted to make sure you know about both of my new Cleis Press books.
The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2 follows on the heels of the first edition, which has been so popular with readers (and audiobook listeners) that my publisher decided to commission a new volume. My books just arrived last night and they are gorgeous:
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So many books!
What I love about these kinky flash fiction stories (each one is 1,200 words or less) is that each of them manages to be varied and nuanced even within the short word count. There are fetishes, role-play, costumes, spanking, bondage, kink at the office, humiliation, orders, obeying, being bratty, using sex toys in public, long distance dominance and submission, breath play and so much more. To give you a feel for what’s in this book, which makes a wonderful holiday or Valentine’s Day gift, here are brief excerpts from all 69 stories, offering you 69 ways to be kinky (you can read a lot more ways and a lot more hotness in these erotic tales):
Words by Jo Henny Wolf
“I want you to write down exactly how you want me to fuck you tonight, darling.”
The Assistant by Malin James
“You have ten minutes. Make me come.”
Switching Struggles by Leandra Vane
Charlotte held Nate’s writes together, his warm pulse thumping against the pads of her thumbs.
Flagged for Revision by Elna Holst
The slick flagpole to which she was strung up, arms hoisted high above her head, creaked in the wind.
Grocery Run by Rose P. Lethe
A pair of Ben Wa balls in her cunt and a metal plug in her ass—”The sooner you get home, the sooner they come out.”
Conference Call by Elizabeth Coldwell
He has so much less composure than my Master, and I know it won’t be long before he’s free his cock from his suit trousers so he can jerk himself off to the sight of my willing humiliation.
Listening to Her by Eve Pendle
With me spread-eagled under the duvet, if someone saw me they’d just think I slept like a be dog. Except my cock is making a bulge.
The Back Room at the Saloon by Donna George Storey
He felt harder this time, and she took him so deep he knocked against the back of her throat.
Winter Games by Allyson Shannon
The sound of me fucking myself is obscenely loud in his small, eco-friendly car.
Private Message by Erzabet Bishop
Her bare pussy had touched his chair. It was the only coherent through running through Dale’s mind as the meeting ran into the two-hour nightmare that as CEO he had to endure every Tuesday.
Metamorphoses by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
He taps at both her ankles, reminding Evie to part her legs.
Way of Life by Selena Kitt
“You’re not allowed to come, pet. Not until I say.”
Symphony of Submission by Jordan Monroe
The leather tip of the flogger against your skin is so sudden, you are more surprised than pained. Digging your fingers into the expensive sheets, you remain silent.
Twelve by R.A. Buckley
All I can feel is the paddle reddening my bottom, and Master’s gaze upon my body as I react for him.
Around the Block by M. Marie
He cursed in a low voice as, after squeezing the base teasingly, she slid her grip up to circle the head of his shaft and pull it out of his pants.
The Old-Fashioned Way by Angela R. Sargenti
My wife thinks I’m working late. She’d be shocked to know where I really am, lying facedown, shackled to a table at my Dominatrix’s place.
The Gift by Victoria Blisse
From this angle he can only really see her ass and spread legs, stretched apart with the aid of a sleek, steel bar, her ankles encircled by black leather connected to the restraints with a few chain links.
Bottega Louie by Zoey Trope
With His rough hands, He grabbed a fistful of my hair, peeling my desperation away until I was hovering within a breath of His lips.
Lashed by Dr. J.
He had never used these particular rope designs before. They highlighted the femininity of my breasts and the lips of my vulva.
What She Wanted by Olivia Foxe
The rope bound his wrists behind his back and to his ankles, the silk brilliantly red over his muscled thighs. At the end of it, he felt…secure.
Lightning Strike by Sommer Marsden
I smile…until his fingers close over my nipple and pinch. Hard. I hiss between my teeth and my hips shoot up like they’re on a string and he’s just yanked it.
Imago by Anna Sky
My body has become a canvas, a riotous carnival of ink. It’s an homage to the pain I endure and showcases my ultimate, unquestionable submission.
Her Turn by Martha Davis
“You’re fucking hot on your knees, Liam. I’m going to have so much fun fucking this ass.”
Making Him Mine by Evoë Thorne
I slide a finger inside him, edging in a little at a time. He feels warm and slick and tight. I bend my finger and he moans. I slide in and out. He gasps. He begs.
Roped In by Adrea Kore
As he speaks, he knots my wrists together in front, then bends my elbows up into prayer position. He loops the rope around my neck, exerting gentle pressure, until my head tilts forward, as if in supplication.
One Word Leads to Another by Pearl Monroe
“What did you say, Cumslut?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. Mistress, please let me come.”
The Broken Dam by Rob Rosen
I fell from the couch and landed in front of him, his cock already aimed my way. he slapped it across my face.
Chased by the Wolf by Mischa Eliot
The collar settled around my neck. It was a simple black strip of leather with a charm in the shape of a floppy-eared bunny just like he one we’d originally bonded over in the pet shop.
The Amazing Lucinda by Heather Day
The subtle whisper of the sand threatens to set my nerves on edge, but I can’t afford to panic. I have three minutes to escape and need my wits about me.
His by Jade Melisande
She opened her eyes and found him watching her, the tip of his blade raised in one hand, the woman’s body an intricate swirl of lines and liquid beneath the other.
Cari’s Recital by Rod Harden
The chastity belt held in place both a butt plug, which she felt with every movement she made, as well as a small but powerful radio-controlled vibrator locked inside her pussy. Control of the vibrator rested, as always, with Master.
Beautiful by Kendel Davi
I feel his erection against my naked back as he steps behind me. I lean back, hoping my stimulation against his cock will spark his need to untie this rope and ravish me. But why would it?
My Girl, My Boy, My Enby by Annabeth Leong
Then their eyes turned catlike, cold and green, and they said, “I’m going to tickle you now, until you can’t breathe.”
They pushed me onto my back, dug into my ribs and my armpits and the vulnerable places behind my knees and the points of my hips. They let me feel their weight.
A Jamaican Affair by D. Fostalove
“With the way he fucked my pussy, I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure. He was so big and skilled. I needed him to stretch me out in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.”
Playing with a Beast by Salome Wilde
As Jeff’s panting turns to grunts, I know Lee’s big dick must be achingly hard, straining against the rope that binds it to his thigh. I don’t know if he’s wishing he were fucking me or Jeff or someone else or no one at all.
We Are Magic by Giselle Renarde
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She figured he’d knock her hand away before she got all the way to the bottom, but his body remained stiff even as she pulled out his tucked hem.
Room 253 by Iris Ann Hunter
“He said you were beautiful. He was right.” The man’s voice sliced through the air, cutting her deep. it was a compliment, but all she heard was confirmation that her owner had sent someone else in His place, something He’d never done before.
Oktoberfest Addiction by Roxanna Cross
“Now look what you’ve made me do.” He slaps my nipple and continues to fuck my mouth without any of his rigid control. His strokes are wild and frantic.
This Time by Jade A. Waters
“Lift up your arms.”
I do, enjoying the sparkle in his eyes when he comes round to face me again. He takes two hands to me, one for each breast, molding them in his palms before making me jump with a pinch of my nipples.
His Wife’s Wonderful Cocks by Dahlia Lovejoy
She nudges Ben forward and his swollen cocked brushes against Colin’s lips. The texture is silken and inviting, not so different from Ananda’s mouth when they kiss.
Good Girl by Genevieve Ash
“Shh. You must not make any noise or I will stop, do you understand?” His graveled whisper carried a threat, and Louise felt the panic rise inside.
Kintsukuroi • Corrine A. Silver
“Eyes down.” His fingers are warm as he tilts my face. “I think there may be a day when I don’t have to remind you of that. Why do you want to look at me?”
Building Something New • Xan West
He chose where they sat on the train, gesturing for Rickie to have the window seat, while he took the aisle, crowding Rickie just a bit agains the window in this way that just flat did it for him. It was being cornered and being led and being protected all wrapped together and it filled Rickie with this electric pleasure.
Plug Play • Dorothy Freed
“Please, Richard, tell me you’re not serious,” I say, when he shows me the plug he has in mind. “That thing is enormous. It’s not going to fit in my ass.”
Sidetracked • VK Foxe
As she pulled up, her perfect legs wrapped around his head, her sneakers catching him below the shoulder blades, Lewis found himself yanked forward and buried in her thighs. His goddess had been running a while, and she was slick with sweat.
My Gemini Twin • Randi Miller
Malik twisted my left nipple. Todd bit the right. I had two handsome men sucking my breasts and the promise of a spanking. Todd reached down to play with my clit.
Choker • Rachel Kramer Bussel
“And no, don’t even ask, because I’m not going to tell you whose cock you’re about to suck. All you need to know is that I want to watch.”
The Framework of Fantasy • Sonni de Soto
“There’s something about someone taking control of me, taking control from me. Someone forcing me out of myself and making me feel.”
More by Michael in Texas
“I’ll give you a while to think about that,” he says. “Think about where I’ll spank next.” Then he drapes the tawse across the bench in front of my right hand and walks away behind me.
Cinnamon by Lazuli Jones
I planted my left heel on the bed, my eyes always on the Dominatrix behind me. She placed the riding crop against the black curls of my hair and sternly said, “Don’t you look at me, Miranda. Do you need to be spanked to obey me? Look t that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
1,000 Words by LN Bey
I went ahead and bent over the desk, pressed my breasts against its hard surface; my nipples hardened against the cool varnished wood. I steppe dup on my toes, as he expected—my ass was presented high, ready for the beating. I gripped the edge of the desktop and waited.
The Sound of Silence by Lucy Felthouse
I soon had my husband’s shaft in my mouth once more. This time, though, there were no distractions. I poured my entire being into sucking and stroking Jack’s luscious dick. HE was my only focus—nothing else mattered.
Warning by Valerie Alexander
You slap his face, pull on his leash until you’re trembling as hard as he is. It’s no longer a game. He’s lost in submissive euphoria as soon as the spreader bar locks around his ankles. Kissing him, you bite his lips until pain shoots to his cock and stiffens it.
Power Surge by A. Zimmerman
Abandoning the duster, I hooked one of the tines of a serving fork through a nipple ring, tugging to make him moan. Doing the same to the other ring made his cock jerk. Tracing loops down his stomach made his head tip back.
Kimono by Tess Danesi
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back until the tree stopped me. I think I nodded or mulled; whatever I did it was clear I was in agreement His lips were firm and demanding and when he took my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard, I knew we were kindred spirits.
The Eunuch by Regina Kammer
The mattress dipped as she clambered up to straddle his head, her calves at his ears. No hem fluttered around his face. His princess was nude.
He breathed her in, his mouth watering.
Goombay Lover by Zodian Gray
I grabbed Carl’s ponytail. Some people thought it obnoxious that a man in his forties should still have a ponytail but Carl kept it for one reason only. I wound his beautiful brown hair around my hand and shoved his mouth farther down my dick.
Dixie Cup by Anastacia Lucretia
I’m dimly aware that I can’t breathe very well from the amount of cock that’s in my mouth. She pulls again on my nipple and fuck I just do that thing where I try and hold back for a half-second because I know it will make that first spurt harder.
Mum by Charlie Powell
He doesn’t slap her. Instead, he spits, fiercely right into her open mouth.
It’s the hottest thing she’s ever experienced. Somewhere at the back of her mind, clouded by lust, she remembers a friend complaining that her husband never actually listened to the things that bother her, he just pretended to listen until she calmed down.
Mike has been listening.
Twenty-Nine by Rose de Fer
The whip falls again, harder. The stinging leather tails elicits little cries and gasps from her and she wriggles over the chair. It is all she can do not to reach back and rub the burn out of her cheeks. But she stays focused.
Sing by J.C. Parker
My break is short lived. When she raises a hand to slap my pussy, I double forward as the pain explodes throughout my pelvis. I bite my lip to silence my cry.
A Testing Time by Suzanne Fox
His hands battled hers for control of her wrists before she surrendered to the grip of hard steel cuffs. Her sharpened hearing strained for the slightest of clues. The driver’s door slammed shut and muffled steps circled the car.
Trading Places by Myra S. Hart
She went to the kitchen sink and quickly washed whatever she was holding. Then, she filled it with water. She placed a pet bowl near the kitchen door. I noticed the words MY PET were painted on it. “Drink,” she instructed.
Viscera by Emily Bingham
He’s silent as he raises the blade so I can watch he course he draws in the air between himself and the target he’s decided upon—the crook of my thigh where leg meets hip, so close to cloche as to be nearly indistinguishable.
I gasp as the impersonal metal presses into my flesh. He grins wickedly.
Apprendimento by Kathleen Tudor
Another word, another pin, again and again until my breasts tingled and ached and throbbed and tears flowed freely from beneath my closed lids. I held tight to the pull-up bar and sobbed. I was no good at this! I was never going to learn, and she was never going to let me quit!
First Slap by T.C. Mill
She started to stroke his cock, and just as he sank into it her other hand slapped him. Still gentle. A hint of sting beneath the growing heat. A clap like distant thunder, a lightning strike, a line of fire racing toward his core.
Continuing Education by Rachel Woe
The throbbing deepened. Her legs twitched. Miles was about to make her come in front of all these people. She could leave. Safe out. He wouldn’t hold it against her. But he wouldn’t have brought her here if he didn’t want her to stay.
Becoming by Violet R. Jones
She wore nothing but the blindfold, tape, and ropes. The muscles in her arms and legs ached. The ropes that bound her arms over her head were just a little too short to let her feet rest fully on the floor, so Elizabeth had to stand on her tiptoes like a ballet dancer on point.
Submissive-in-Chief by Kristi Hancock
He removes and holds out his glossy leather belt with the tarnished silver buckle. I’m trained to fold and place it beside him in the chair, and I do. My heart pounds as I wonder if he’ll use it on me later, and where. On my ass? On my breasts? On my pussy? Will it leave me a rosy pink for hours, or marked for days?
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Read them all in The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2
Order The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2 in ebook for Kindle (all countries), Nook, Google Play, iBooks or Kobo, or pre-order the print edition, out January 9, from Amazon (all countries), Bn.com, independent bookstore Powell’s or your local independent bookstore via IndieBound. Follow the book @submissionbook on Twitter and on Facebook. And of course your reviews are greatly appreciated anywhere online (or in person!), including Goodreads.
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Rachel Kramer Bussel (rachelkramerbussel.com) has edited over 60 anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 1 and 2, Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica, Begging for It, Fast Girls, The Big Book of Orgasms and more. She writes widely about sex, dating, books and pop culture and teaches erotica writing classes around the country and online. Follow her @raquelita on Twitter and find out more about her classes and consulting at eroticawriting101.com. You can follow Rachel on BookBub to get notified about new releases and ebook sales.
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December 13, 2017
Sexy snippet: Oral sex and sex toys in “Body Shots” by Thien-Kim Lam
Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 3 week continues here at Lady Smut! If you missed it, we ran a very sexy excerpt from strangers turned lovers story “The Skin of Someone Else” by Charlotte Stein yesterday. Today I have the honor of sharing an excerpt from a writer Lady Smutters are familiar with: Thien-Kim Lam, who’s making her erotica publishing debut with her sex toys and oral sex story “Body Shots.”
Not only that, but she’s reading along with me, Sommer Marsden and Lynn Townsend on Tuesday, February 13, 2018 at 7 p.m. at independent bookstore Politics and Prose at The Wharf in Washington, DC! If you’re in the area or know anyone who is who’d like some sexy Valentine’s Day stories read to them by the authors alone with the chance to ask us anything about erotica writing, please tell them to join us. (Side note: I rarely brave the cold in the winter but to hear and meet my amazing authors and share hot stories and at an amazing bookstore right on the water, I will!)
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Out now in ebook and print!
Without further ado, here’s a sexy Best Women’s Erotica snippet from “Body Shots” by Thien-Kim Lam, in which couple Kit and Tre are enjoying an intimate evening where she’s turned him into a “human bar” and is tasting her way along his delicious offerings:
The first item in that box is currently in his hand. A gentle push of its buttons gives her a roller coaster ride of pleasure mixed with frustration. Underneath that remote had lain the cuffs. Her orgasms are literally in his hands. All evening, he’s kept her right on the edge of climax. He refuses to give her the satisfaction she desperately craves.
She jumps to attention as the vibrator comes to life once more.
“The tequila is getting warm. I know how much you hate hot shots.” He chuckles at his own joke.
Ignoring his pun, she slowly shuffles her knees closer to him, his body radiating with the intoxicating musk of arousal. If she could, she’d rip off the cuffs so her tongue could lick wherever she pleased.
But she doesn’t want to rip them off. She dangles right on the edge of ultimate pleasure and desperate need. Chest heaving. Legs trembling with need. Thighs glistening with arousal. She is exactly where she wants to be.
Slowly, she drags her knees closer to his belly button. Each micromovement causes her nipples to rub against the textured leather. Her concentration fights against the unpredictable pulses between her thighs. Kit is too close to winning to give in now.
Her tongue brushes against her lips and catches a stray salt crystal. Its metallic tang reaffirms her purpose. Once again, her tongue darts out toward the trail.
Never before have little bits of salt provided so much motivation. Starting at his belly button, the salt follows down the line of curls inching past his waist. The grains float on top of his tight curls, not quite ready to surrender to his skin.
Her eyes travel where her tongue cannot.
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Can you say HOT?
Read all of “Body Shots” plus 20 other brand new super sexy stories in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 3, available in ebook for Kindle (all countries), Nook, Google Play, iBooks and Kobo, or the print edition from Amazon, Bn.com, independent bookstore Powell’s or your local independent bookstore via IndieBound. Please follow us at @BWEoftheyear on Twitter and on Facebook for news, giveaways, calls for submissions for future volumes and more. And if you read the book and would like to share a review, that’s very much appreciated and helps guide me in selecting stories for upcoming volumes in the series.
About Thien-Kim Lam: Thien-Kim Lam writes erotic multiracial romances exploding with delectable delights. When she needs a break from imagining new places for her heroine to hide her battery-operated toys, she guzzles Vietnamese iced coffee and bakes her feelings. Visit BawdyBookworms.com for reading recommendations and pleasure pairings while you wait for her debut novel.
About the book: Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 3 delivers the kind of sexy stories you want most: daring, bold, and surprising tales of women who pursue their boundless passions anywhere and everywhere. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, winner of multiple Independent Publishing Book Awards, these scintillating scenarios turn the tables on how women are “supposed” to behave. Instead, these uninhibited vixens indulge in their favorite fetishes, do deliciously intimate “Body Shots,” and get tied up with “Red Satin Ribbons.” They pose nude, dress up, and roleplay, always obeying their most exhilarating impulses. These lusty ladies take your most cherished, private fantasies—from making a sex tape, to taking part in a thrilling threesome, to having a stud delivered to your door hot and ready—and make them come alive. Written by beloved authors Abigail Barnette, Annabel Joseph, and Charlotte Stein along with several genre newcomers, these are erotic encounters you’ll want to savor again and again and again…
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December 12, 2017
Sexy snippet: New Charlotte Stein erotica story, “The Skin of Someone Else”
It’s Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 3 week here at Lady Smut! This anthology of sexy short stories by women, which is full of major feminist hotness, is out now in ebook and print, with an audiobook narrated by Rose Caraway out later this month. You can find out more about the series at bweoftheyear.com and this volume specifically right here.
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Out now in ebook and print!
I’m thrilled to have a brand new Charlotte Stein short story, “The Skin of Someone Else,” in this anthology. If you read erotic romance, you probably are very familiar with Charlotte’s particular knack for writing sizzling hot characters in her many novels such as Addicted, Control, Beyond Repair and Never Better. I first fell for her mesmerizing writing with her short story collection Things That Make Me Give In and have been devouring her work ever since.
But whether or not you’ve read her before, you’ll want to check out this new first person erotic story, about a shy woman who works cleaning up in a bar and fantasizes about the man in the business suit who flirts with her coworker. She collects the notes he leaves Caitlin, studying them surreptitiously and letting them fuel her sexual fantasies. Though Caitlin doesn’t seem to notice this man, the narrator does, and when he nicks himself on a broken glass, she stumbles into inviting him to her apartment to get him cleaned up.
Here’s a sexy snippet of what happens once they’re alone:
I turn from the medicine cabinet, Band-Aids in hand, and his eyes are only on me. Steadily, like before, and even blacker in here than they were in the bar. Like the insides of a mineshaft, I think, though that doesn’t quite go. It sounds too scary, and cold, and his gaze is neither. There is a gentleness to it, like the hand he puts on my elbow when I stumble back.
And his voice, when he speaks.
“Easy,” he says, so soft and so weary that it just happens. My mouth is on his, too sudden to make sense and so clumsy it makes him sway. It makes him jolt. He pulls away, gaze rattling all over me. Assessing whether I’m a good enough substitute, I think, and when he turns me to face the wall I know the answer is yes.
From behind, I probably look a lot like her.
At the very least I feel like her, when he runs his hands up over my sides and around to my breasts, and then down to the hem of my skirt. A couple more moves and he’ll be inside me, working frantically for his release—or so I think. Or so I imagine, standing there with my face to the wall and his mouth on the nape of my neck. But then that mouth moves lower, and lower, and his hands are spreading my thighs, and I’m not sure what to think.
All I know is that it’s a shock when I feel him spreading me open. When I register that he’s on his knees, and the warm, slick thing I can feel is his tongue.
He does it slow and tentative at first, as if testing me out. Maybe waiting to see if I’ll protest, before going on any further. And then when I only stand there with my mouth pressed tight against my hand, he licks me more insistently. He presses his whole face into me, tongue lapping and lapping and his fingers digging in and oh god the sounds he makes.
He moans like a man devouring dessert.
And he talks like one, too.
“Tell me where. Here? Here? Ah, yes. Yes, here,” he says, and he isn’t wrong. When he rubs over that sweet spot my legs start to tremble. One of my hands reaches blindly for him—though I try to control it. I try to resist, until he tells me I don’t have to.
“Yes,” he says. “Hold my face against your cunt.”
But I swear, I don’t intend to obey. It just happens, the same way all of this has just happened.
You can get Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 3, which has the entirety of Charlotte Stein’s “The Skin of Someone Else” plus 20 other sizzling stories in ebook for Kindle (all countries), Nook, Google Play, iBooks and Kobo, or the print edition from Amazon, Bn.com, independent bookstore Powell’s or your local independent bookstore via IndieBound. Please follow us at @BWEoftheyear on Twitter and on Facebook for news, giveaways, calls for submissions for future volumes and more. And if you read the book and would like to share a review, that’s very much appreciated and helps guide me in selecting stories for upcoming volumes in the series.
About Charlotte Stein: Charlotte Stein (charlottestein.net) is the RT- and DABWAHA-nominated author of over fifty short stories, novellas, and novels. When not writing deeply emotional and intensely sexy books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms, and occasionally lusting after hunks.
About the book: Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 3 delivers the kind of sexy stories you want most: daring, bold, and surprising tales of women who pursue their boundless passions anywhere and everywhere. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, winner of multiple Independent Publishing Book Awards, these scintillating scenarios turn the tables on how women are “supposed” to behave. Instead, these uninhibited vixens indulge in their favorite fetishes, do deliciously intimate “Body Shots,” and get tied up with “Red Satin Ribbons.” They pose nude, dress up, and roleplay, always obeying their most exhilarating impulses. These lusty ladies take your most cherished, private fantasies—from making a sex tape, to taking part in a thrilling threesome, to having a stud delivered to your door hot and ready—and make them come alive. Written by beloved authors Abigail Barnette, Annabel Joseph, and Charlotte Stein along with several genre newcomers, these are erotic encounters you’ll want to savor again and again and again…
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December 11, 2017
Best Women’s Erotica of the Year: Your Complete Collection
by Madeline Iva
Lovely readers: It’s the most wonderful time of the year –No, we’re not talking Xmas, we’re talking theRachel Kramer Bussel’s latest anthology:BEST WOMEN’S EROTICA OF THE YEAR Volume 3!
Rachel will celebrate here on the blog this week by posting two free excerpts: one from Thien-Kim Lam (who used to blog with us at Lady Smut–Yay Thien-kim!) and the other from Charlotte Stein, whom, as you know, we at Lady Smut lurv lurv lurv.
Did you miss Rachel’s fun blog post about this new collection? Check it out–it’s yummy! Five Feminist Movements From Best Women’s Erotica of the Year.
I know, I know, now you want the complete collection, don’t you? Here they are — tres chic! Click to buy one set for yourself–and one for a friend. ;> [image error]
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Litsy: What You Get if Goodreads & Instagram Have a Baby
by Madeline Iva
Dear readers–Hello! I am here today with Melissa Norr, a librarian that I met on a blogger panel at Washington Romance Writers a few weeks ago. Melissa is going to tell us all about a new–well, new-ish–app called Litsy.
MELISSA NORR: Litsy is an app-only book focused social media. It’s relatively young in that it has only been out a few years on iPhones and only about a year for Androids. It is often described as “if Goodreads and Instagram had a baby” and that’s pretty accurate.
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Sample Litsy page
Much of the content on Litsy is book based in that Littens (Litsy users) post books they are reading or want to read as well as short reviews of books they have read. Every post requires that a book be tagged but despite that there are non-book related posts, mostly in the realm of sharing likes and dislikes so Littens can get to know each other. There are also many pet related posts and #catsoflitsy and #dogsoflitsy are popular tags on the app.
That said, like most social media, the more you put in, the more you’ll get out of it. Interaction is key on Litsy. Following, posting, liking, and commenting are the key to growing your Litfluence (a score generated by Listy based on interactions) and gaining followers.
The Littens @raimeygallant, @TrishB, and @julesG created and collated a #LitsyTips tag with some wonderful advice and hints for joining, using, and getting the most out of Litsy.
MADELINE IVA: Given the hesitation that many timid folk may have about getting more involved in Goodreads you might want to check this new app out. I think our own lovely Kiersten Hallie Krum put it best: Goodreads is fabulous! But it can go from friendly to toxic in the time it takes a sports car to go from zero to sixty. Melissa, are there any reviewers you’d recommend?
MELISSA NORR: If I use tags in reviews, it is usually a genre tag like #romantsy for romance or #ilovecozies for cozy mysteries. That said, anyone who follows me (or another reviewer) will always see everything we post in their feed. Litsy doesn’t use an algorithm to decide which posts show up – you see everything posted by the people you follow in chronological order.
I recommend following people based on what they review. For instance, if you write urban fantasy then follow folks who have left reviews on books in that genre. That said, the more people you follow, the more people will follow you and build your network.
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