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Sunday, January 19, 2014

Sexy Snippets for January

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The ERWA blog is not primarily intended for author promotion. However, we've decided we should give our author/members an occasional opportunity to expose themselves (so to speak) to the reading public. Hence, we have declared the 19th of every month at the Erotica Readers & Writers Association blog Sexy Snippet Day.

On Sexy Snippet day, any author can post a tiny excerpt (200 words or less) in a comment on the day's post. Include the title from with the snippet was extracted, your name or pseudonym, and one buy link, if you'd like.

I'm going to include an example here in the body of the post, to illustrate. I'll be away on the 19th, and I want you to have a model to follow. After this month, I'll post my snippets in comments, just like everyone else.

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He's the sadist in our relationship. But I'm the one who's more extreme.

He wanted to strap a butterfly vibe to my clit, to ramp up my arousal so I could better bear the pain. Does he really believe I could be more aroused than I already am?

I'm immobilized in one of our dinette chairs. Leather cuffs secure my wrists and ankles. Woven straps encircle my thighs, my upper arms, my waist and torso. The first rasp of separating Velcro liquefied me. No, that's not right. I've been soaked since I served him dinner and he informed me, ever so casually, that tonight was the night.

He putters around the kitchen, drawing out the preparations, making me wait. My Master possesses an instinctive sense of timing – an asset for any Dom. He plays every action for greatest effect. The goose necked lamp from my desk has already been plugged in, ready to dispel any shadows. Spreading a clean towel on the breakfast bar beside my chair, he lays out his materials and implements, one at a time: latex gloves, a cigarette lighter, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, betadine, gauze, surgical tape, and finally, two gleaming, silvery scalpels.

198 words from “Limits: A Love Story” in Spank Me Again, Stranger by Lisabet Sarai

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Please follow the rules. If you post more than 200 words or more than one link, I'll remove your comment and ban you from participating in further Sexy Snippet days. So play nice!

After you've posted your snippet, feel free to share the post as a whole to Facebook, Twitter, or wherever else you think your readers hang out.

Have fun!

~ Lisabet 


19 comments:

  1. This boy was intent on the job, focused and precise, and would pause, looking up at me, a sweet wide smile on his face. He always looked as if he had been caught in a moment of stillness between motions, just a pause before he would whirlwind around again. There was no serenity here, no contentment. Frenetic gladness, barely captured joy. That’s what he embodied. His hands on my boots were electric, and I could feel myself jolted back to life, my dick throbbing as I pictured capturing this Puck-like being, holding him still and forcing him onto my cock, his body trembling with joy, filling us both with this electricity.
    His head hovered near my thigh as he started to apply the polish, and my hand reached out to stroke it, and bring it to rest there, watching him closely to see if my touch was unwelcome. He sunk into it, murmuring, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for this attention. I would be honored by any attention you have to offer, Sir.”

    173 words from “First Time Since” by Xan West, printed in Hurts So Good

    http://tinyurl.com/mpo9qke

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  2. She kept drawing closer, first taking my arm and rubbing it gently. Soon she was close enough to kiss my cheek. Her kisses found their way to my mouth. She held my face in her hands, kissing my eyes, eyebrows, all over may face. Each time she returned to my mouth it was with more passion. Our tongues began exploring. Hers was a delicious little dart. She broke the kiss, still holding my face, tracing my lips with her fingers, her eyes held mine with the wonder of cannabis.
    She straddled me during another long wet kiss, then raised herself up. “Okay buster,” she whispered lustily, “drop your drawers and let a hippy chick have her fantasy.”

    117 Words from "Storm Across the Prairie" appearing in the anthology "Coming Together: Through the Storm"

    http://www.amazon.com/Coming-Together-Through-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00HT87I4C/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1390134177&sr=1-1&keywords=coming+together+through+the+storm

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  3. “Be still, love. You can relax again. It was a shock, not what you expected. But it doesn’t hurt. Does it?”
    “I don’t know. I’m not sure. It feels—odd. Uncomfortable. I don’t like it. Please, take it out. Please.” Then, “You promised me you wouldn’t, wouldn’t…” I’m scared now, and I can hear the betraying catch in my voice. So can he.
    Tom’s tone is low, firm. “What’s your safe word, Ashley? Do you remember it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you need to use it?”
    I hesitate for a moment, then, “No.”
    He lets out a sigh and I realise he’s been holding his breath. “Thank God.”
    “What is it?” I whisper, still shaking. “What did you put inside me?”
    “An ice pop. Strawberry. My favourite. And now, sweet Ashley, I’m going to lick it out of you.”
    “Oh. Oh God.”
    “No, Ashley. God has nothing at all to do with this. This is just you and me and an ice lolly. Enjoy.”
    I do. I do so enjoy. The soft heat of Tom’s tongue in contrast with the freezing burn of the ice pushed deep inside me is incredible, indescribably erotic.

    191 words from Unsure, Book 1 in the Sure Mastery trilogy by Ashe Barker. http://www.amazon.com/Unsure-Sure-Mastery-Ashe-Barker-ebook/dp/B00GUN1UNM/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1390135247&sr=1-4&keywords=ashe+barker

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  4. Excerpt from Sugar
    An Addictive Desires story by Big Ed Magusson

    It’s just an arrangement, really. She’s beautiful. They’re all beautiful at her age.

    She spots the jewelry box on the coffee table before I can reach for it and her eyes widen.

    “A graduation present,” I say as I hand it to her. “And a thank you.”

    “Oh! Oh, thank you!” she says as she opens it. She gasps when she sees the necklace.

    I’m pleased with the sparkle in her eyes. It matches the diamonds. When she holds the jewelry up, I see that the rubies nicely offset the amber in her hair.

    “I want you to wear it,” I say. “Later tonight.”

    She smirks.

    “It’ll look amazing against your bare breasts.”

    “No doubt,” she says. She unclasps the necklace and hands it to me. Then she turns and raises her hair so that I can fasten it on.
    This close, I can’t help but inhale her scent. The mix of soap and flesh and musk that is so eminently her. My blood races at the memories of her naked under me, her natural perfume mixed with that of arousal. Her cries under my steady thrusts.

    It’s as close to paradise as I can get.

    http://www.besplace.com/stories/addictive-desires/sugar/

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  5. “Mmm. Daddy, I mean, Sir. Aren’t you going to fuck me?” She peered over her shoulder at him, beckoning him seductively. Was that a challenge?

    Good God, why does she have to keep calling me Daddy? It made his cock throb, pressing hard against his pants.

    He walked over and touched her porcelain cheek. “Is that what you want?”

    She looked up at him through lust-filled eyes. “Yes, please, Sir.”

    He didn’t always fuck the girls he played with. In fact, he usually didn’t. Usually, he got his needs met without it. But he wanted to fuck this one. He wanted to fuck her hot little pussy for hours, until he made her raw and she begged him to stop.

    In an instant he stripped down and donned a condom. Grabbing her by the hips, he burrowed inside her with a growl.

    Her walls gripped him tightly, and he rocked her back onto his cock. Spurred on by the wet swirl of her cunt, he pounded into her. His bound captive offered herself to him, moans escaping her throat as she squirmed underneath him.

    From "Daddy Morebucks" by Normandie Alleman

    Amazon: http://amzn.to/18AdrsI

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    1. Olivia SummersweetJanuary 20, 2014 at 4:00 PM

      It's so hot for me when he says, "Is that what you want?" I love stories that show female desire and a tad of male withholding. I love it when the man fucks the woman *for her sake*. Even if it's a pity fuck. I love it when she wants it, and she and wants him, and he's the one controlling it.

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  6. He had never seen anything so lovely. Backlit wings. He could see each barb. So delicate, needing safeuarding. How did such wisps hold her aloft? His own leathered wings he understood as part of him. Hers seemed an afterthought, something acquired during her journey through the Here to the Beyond.

    She approached, though most sought escape from his kind, offspring of human and dragon.

    “Could you … hold me?” Every bit as delicate as her wings.

    “Gods, yes. Aloft? Feet to the ground?”

    “Both.”

    He opened his arms shuddering when her silken skin touched him. His ventral slit parted as his arousal increased.

    “You are … male?”

    He smiled. “Does that disappoint you?”

    “Far from it. Why do you hide your beautiful cock? Fights over mating rights?”

    He laughed. “No, to prevent in-flight injury.”

    “I was sent to lure you to your death.”

    “Will you?”

    “No, for you are not evil.”

    The stormcloud darkened as its eyes watched them descend together. Thunder spoke, "Why? Why must everything I send be captured by the snares of sin?"

    From the earth an answering rumble, "I’d say it’s time to rethink your definition of ‘sin’."

    As the pair furled their wings, a thundertantrum broke.

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  7. Excerpt from "Real Irish" published in the ERWA Treasure Chest

    "I moaned as Serene proceeded to unleash a volley of short, sharp whip strokes on my ass and Patrick shoved another finger inside me. Is it weird that I was still very much aware of my surroundings, even though I was lost in the moment? The music, the incense, Serene's measured strokes, Patrick's frigging of my cunt with his fingers, the smell of weed, the soft silky sheets, the creak of bed springs all blended together to drive me into a sexual frenzy.

    "I want…" I heard myself say…

    "What do you want, Daphne?" Serene whispered. "Tell us."

    "I want…Patrick's cock inside me."

    Serene laughed and rolled me onto my back. She kneeled in front of Patrick and took his cock into her mouth.

    Patrick groaned.

    "Make me good and hard for her, Serene."

    I smiled as I watched Serene lick along Patrick's shaft and let her lips press over his cockhead, sucking him into her mouth. Serene's fellatio skills were renowned. At least she'd told me about her adventures and I had no reason to doubt her abilities. She wasn't prone to hyperbole.

    I took a hit of weed, reached down and touched my swollen clit.

    http://amandaearl.com/

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  8. An excerpt from The Best of Both Worlds mff ménage

    “Do you feel that? That zing whenever we touch?”

    “Yes, I feel it,” she admitted.

    “Where do you feel it?”

    Her lips parted, as I tucked my free hand between her thighs. “This is where I feel it,” I said, using the stiff seam of Andrea’s jeans to cause some friction.

    Andi exhaled heavily and leaned into the caress. Encouraged, I inched closer, until our lips almost touched, silently seeking permission. Andi made up the rest of the distance and kissed me softly, but it was a quick meeting. Then she backed off, her gaze darting nervously. She wasn’t slightly buzzed, like she’d been the night of our threesome. She couldn’t blame her actions on inebriation this time.

    “You want me to take over, don’t you? You want me to make it impossible for you to walk away. Not this time, sweetie. If you want me, come and get me.” And to tip the scale to my favor, I dragged a fingernail over the seam that covered her clit.

    Andi made a choking sound and the next thing I knew, I was plastered up against the cool tiled wall, Andi’s hands on either side of my head, as she kissed the fuck out of me.

    Amazon http://ASIN.cc/q97DYW

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  9. “She led him back to the basin and guided his feet.  Warm currents rinsed him again.  The water washed something very old away from him.  Something he had been carrying for years fell aside into that water.  It was washing away like a teardrop.

    Warm towels surrounded him suddenly.  She dried him slowly and with great care.  Some kind of momentary peace descended over him like a balm.  He heard the sound of silk whispering as her kimono dropped to floor.  She pressed her body into his, her breasts against his back, arms around him.

    “I’m going to write you a poem,” she said, quietly.

    She began at his back. She kissed him, pressing her lips gently but firmly into his warm skin. He stood listening to the sounds of the rain, and the flutes crying softly while she kissed him.  Her lips traced his every curve.  He could see them in the darkness.  Lip prints that covered every part of his body.  Every square inch of his flesh, like invisible tattoos.”

    From “Haiku” in my short story collection “Gardenias”
    http://www.amazon.com/GARDENIAS-Valentine-Bonnaire-ebook/dp/B007XO7BL2

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  10. Without thinking, Renee brought a hand up to fondle the breast that Grant had just given up, pinching the nipple to try and simulate the feeling of his teeth. Grant watched her for a beat from where he was occupied, nipping and licking around the rim of her navel.

    “That’s right,” he muttered, voice guttural enough that she could feel it all the way to her spine. “Do what feels good. Don’t think. Do it. Do anything.”

    He fumbled with the button of her jeans almost frantically, and as soon as he managed to unbutton it, he yanked the zipper down, then pushed her jeans down so that he could press his nose against the fabric of her panties, inhaling deeply. It all happened before she could even think to stop it, and by the time it was happening, she didn’t want to stop it.
    ---

    145 words from debut novel, shapeshifter and werewolf story "Winter Howl"
    http://www.amazon.com/Winter-Howl-Sanctuary-Aurelia-Evans-ebook/dp/B00ASOWPAG

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  11. They were face to face, and Lucien pulled him close so their cocks rubbed together. He grabbed Ben’s arms to still his hands and thrust one knee between his legs, forcing them apart. Silently he bore down on him, his slight extra height allowing him to assert some force. Ben jerked and moaned, helpless in Lucien’s grip.

    “Is this how you want it, Ben? Do you want to be taken?” Lucien whispered in his ear. “Tell me how you dreamed this would be.” He twisted Ben around and pushed him aggressively against the wet tiles, probing one slippery digit between arse cheeks that tensed at his touch.

    Ben cried out as Lucien penetrated the outer ring of his defences and slid into him to the second knuckle.
    “I want you to force me, Lucien, hold me down and…aagh!”
    Lucien twisted his finger inside Ben and touched something that temporarily blinded him with sensation.
    “Are you sure?” That whisper again… “There’s no going back if you say yes.”

    Ben was having trouble staying upright, let alone thinking coherently, but he managed to spit out the words, “I’m sure!”

    187 words from Stroke Rate, by L M Somerton

    https://www.totallybound.com/stroke-rate?author_id=252

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  12. An excerpt from The Bannockburn Spell


    “Meghan?” he whispered softly.

    Her heart squeezed again at hearing the tender way he said her name. “I’m…I’m okay.”

    She traced her thumbs along his cheeks and pulled him forwards. “Please don’t stop.” Then she prayed silently to herself. Never stop.

    Without a word, his mouth was on hers, kissing the fear away, his hands soothing her trembling skin. She had known she would fall in love with him sooner or later, she had just hoped she would have been better prepared. Like standing up, with her clothes on and level-headed. Not naked and vulnerable and certainly not with her ass half in a sink.

    Rather than think about her scary new feelings, she focused on Will moving between her legs, his body surrounding her protectively.

    She raised her leg a little higher and Will tucked his arm under her knee, lifting it onto his biceps. She cried out when he drove into her again, it was deeper, more intense, he filled every inch of her. Her eyes began to drift shut, the overpowering sensations washing over her.

    “No.” The order was harsh. “Look at me. I want you to look at me when I make you come.”


    https://www.totallybound.com/the-bannockburn-spell?search=the bannockburn spell

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  13. An Excerpt from Really Cooking by Victoria Blisse

    “Okay,” I replied and pushed myself back from the table. When I stood I was startled to find him directly in front of me. “Oh,” I gasped then he was pushed up against me, his face directly in front of mine.
    “I am desperate to kiss you again,” he whispered. His gaze locked on my lips then lifted to meet mine, “I thought it polite to ask this time, though.”
    “Very polite,” I mumbled then in answer to the unasked question I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. “Good answer,” he panted when he paused to breathe after several moments of frenzied kissing then he forced his lips back onto mine. I ended up stepping back and knocking my chair, he responded by pulling me to the side and away from the table. I just followed. I didn’t care where he led me as long as I could continue to kiss those delicious lips. And when he stepped forward I inched back a little, trying not to lose contact with his hard body.


    http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/really-cooking

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  14. Marshal hadn't done it on purpose, but now they were cheek to cheek. Zander's hands rested on the small of his back and his fingers were curling into Zander's hips, holding him steady as he slid his lips over just a bit, lining up with Zander's mouth. The first brush of lips could have been played off as a mistake, but the second slide of his lips against Zander's couldn't be brushed off as a slip-up. The moan from deep in his throat gave further evidence that he wanted this.

    Had he been thinking straight, he would have pulled back, telling Zander he was sorry and it meant nothing. He didn't do that. His tongue pressed against Zander's lips, demanding entrance just as he tightened his hold on the man.

    All of his fantasies and dreams didn't come close to how wonderful it felt to be connected to Zander, his tongue sliding against Zander's. Tasting a man for the first time made his throat squeeze, and he struggled to breathe before forgetting to take in air all together.

    178 words from Colorado Fire by Sara York.
    http://www.amazon.com/Colorado-Fire-Heart-Sara-York-ebook/dp/B00H311XXC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390165415&sr=8-1&keywords=colorado+Fire

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  15. He leaned forward and pushed her breasts together, trying to suck on both of her large nipples at the same time as he pushed his hips forward and buried himself deeply into her core. When he felt himself pushing against her cervix while his balls draped on her ass, he knew he was as far in as it was possible for him to be. He began a rhythm that he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up for long. He was already so over-due for an orgasm himself that the pressure in his lower spine had become an insistent ache that demanded release.
    This time he finally allowed the pressure to determine the speed and depth. He gripped her hips tightly as he pounded himself into her, all the while grunting out his feelings.
    "No one else can touch you! You're my woman! Your cunt belongs to me! Every part of you is mine! Tell me! Tell me, you hot, horny bitch! Who gets to fuck you?"
    Alexandra was almost delirious with pleasure. She whimpered her answers.
    "You do! You are my man! Your cock owns me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Hard...aaaaaah!"
    She shrieked like a banshee while she came.

    http://www.fionamcgier.com/only-one-man-will-do.html

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  16. When she recovered after what must have been a few seconds but felt like hours to her, she found that she had been turned towards the guy beside her, who was looking at her with a sardonic smile, “thank god, they have a horror film running tonight” was all he managed to say as she savagely hooked her fingers in his head and brought his lips down to her.

    So you want to play rough baby? Let’s see how tough you are he thought as he crushed her mouth with his and brought his tongue into play. As his tongue moved deeper inside her mouth he was surprised to taste a little saltiness, she must have bitten her tongue in her orgasm and was bleeding he decided, so he started to suck a little and then harder and harder on her tongue as she gagged with fright and tried to pull back to get her breath.

    But he held on and on until he could see panic in her eyes and then wrenched back his mouth and tongue suddenly out of her as she gulped in air in large ragged breaths.

    191 words from Café, Coffee and Sex.

    The Rest here : http://audialtempartem.blogspot.in/2013/03/cafe-coffee-and-sex-erotic-short-story.html

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  17. "I come humbly," he spoke, "seeking the blessing of the Goddess and knowledge of the ways of women and men." It took but a moment for me to recognize Kaye’s voice.

    I pulled my robe open, exposing my naked body to his gaze, and spread my legs in offering. "Look at the origin of the world, man-child, and know wonder."

    The young man gasped, his expression one of holy awe.

    "Come closer." I beckoned and he slid forward, as if pulled by my hand, until his shoulders rested between my knees.

    "Behold the gates of the temple," I heard myself say as my fingers alighted on my labia. "They are so called because they are sacred in themselves, but also conceal greater mysteries.

    "Behold the Goddess' causeway," I continued, my fingers spreading my labia so that he could see inside of me, "from which emerges the entire world.

    "Behold the pearl without price," my fingertips slid up to my clitoris, "so called because whosoever would worship me must know me here.

    "Come and worship," I said, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. My hand beckoned him closer, and he lowered his head between my thighs.

    196 words, from Autumn Harvest: Maiden.

    The full series is available in audio and print from Big World Network:
    https://bigworldnetwork.com/site/series/autumnharvest/

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  18. They wouldn't let me post this in Storytime, but here-- what the heck? Enjoy.

    Crazy Days

    It was one of those days. You know how it is. One of those crazy days where you wake up feeling a little nuts. You know? A little whacky? I wanted to do something really wild, out of the ordinary that day.

    I could go buy something extravagant, I thought. I do need a new TV. Nah, not very exciting. Maybe a new pair of shoes? Yeah, shoes. Maybe come-fuck-me-pumps? Stay-on-in-the-air espadrilles?

    He stood watching the street as I sashayed toward him in my little airy yellow dress. The young salesman couldn’t have been older than twenty. His jaw dropped as we made eye contact. I’m sure he’d have what I wanted.

    Bouncing through the door with my brand-new titties, I grabbed his tie on the way. “Let’s go, buster,” I said. “Mama needs new shoes.”

    “Errr—have a seat. Right here, uh… Mam.”

    I sat back, hiked up my dress and said, “Let’s see your sexiest shoe, mister. Size nine, little man,” letting him know he’d have to work for his commission, but still giving him a good look at what I had to offer. No underwear.

    “Uhh, Lady?” he said. “How about covering up your balls.”







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