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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Sexy Snippets for July

Published anything sexy lately? Today's your day to share your erotic visions. Today we want to read your Sexy Snippets!

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 and 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.

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


  1. Sexy Snippet from CREAM by Zenobia Renquist (Erotic Vampire Interracial Romance, MF):

    "Don't get any ideas from this."

    He started to ask her what she meant but her lips landing on his answered the question. Teaghan sat in stunned shock. He came back to his senses when Jeliyah bit his lower lip. She sucked at the wound, tasting his blood, and then he realized what she was doing—besides making him hard when he should be worried about killing the mofo who'd shot up his car.

    Jeliyah pulled back from the kiss. Her upper lip and tongue were stained red with his blood. Her breath came in shudders and her grip on his head tightened as his blood entered her system, amping up her abilities.

    She pulled in a deep breath and then said, "Activate. Recognize."

    Teaghan's body hummed along with her necromes but it wasn't painful or uncomfortable. The sensation could almost be described as soothing, like a tingling massage.

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  2. The checkerboard miles of Los Angeles are spread out below us. Off in the distance, a fiery sunset paints the Pacific. He holds out his hand to steady me. That single touch is enough to send me back into a frenzy of desire.

    "Lean against the railing," he commands. I don't seem to have any will to resist. "I want to admire the view."

    "You promised," I protest, as he pulls my sodden knickers down to my ankles.

    "Well, you started it," he replies. "Don't move, now."

    He leaves me there, bent over the guard rail, my arse bared to the world. Why don't I get up and cover my nakedness? Why don't I scream, or run off down the road to find a ride?

    I admit to myself: I'm weak with lust. I want more, and he knows it. He's using my own desire against me. A breeze tangles my hair in my eyes and trails caresses along the back of my thighs. Where is he? What is he doing?

    I hear his footsteps crunching on the gravel, then his laugh. "Just as I suspected, Ruby; you always come prepared. Just look what I found in your handbag."

    199 words from Nasty Business by Lisabet Sarai

  3. "Moro," Val groaned.

    "Hmmm?" Moro hummed as innocently as he could.

    "I want your mouth. Please?"

    Oh, to be asked, thought Moro, easing away. He hooked his thumbs on the waistband, grinned at the frail cloth, and twisted. Cotton and elastic ripped.

    "Vandal," Val said. "You don't have to tear off my clothes."

    Yes, I do, thought Moro, hating his brain's crippled speech centers. I want to see all of you. I want you to come from just my voice. My real voice! But I'll settle for making you scream.

    Moro folded down the rags of Val's underwear. The trail of white-gold hair widened over Val's flat, bronze-skinned belly to a nest of pale curls at his groin. As Moro watched, the sizable balls pulsed. The purple-brown cock stiffened into its full, graceful curve. Moro pulled back, considering the disheveled male loveliness in front of him. The blush really did go all the way down.

    Moro’s Price, by M.C. Hana

  4. A kookaburra laughed in the tree below. Brian came up behind her and pressed a mug of coffee into her hand. He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Lily, don’t be mad,” he said.

    She bent over the windowsill, arched her back, and let him knead the muscles alongside her spine. She and Brian had been together ten years, but his touch still made her knees go weak. She sighed with pleasure and wiggled her butt against his legs. “Why would I be mad? What did you do?”

    “You know my friend Marshall? He’s having a hard time. Karen made him move out.”

    He massaged the muscles of her neck with his thumbs as she waited for him to go on. It felt so good, but it also made her realize how sore she was. Moving had been hard work, and they still weren’t done. But it’s worth it, she thought, as she breathed in the fresh, salty air. The new place is just what I’ve always wanted, and only a few blocks from the beach.

    “I told him he could stay with us for a few days.”

    195 words from Uncharted Waters in Smut by the Sea, Vol 3.

    1. Hi Sybil,
      Nice excerpt. You mentioned a kookaburra. Are you an Aussie by an chance? I hail from Victoria.

      KC Vixen (Erotic Romance
      Margaret Tanner (Historical romance)

    2. Hi Margaret,
      Thank you! I'm American, but living in Sydney, and the story is set in Coogee. Kookaburras sound crazy-wild to American ears. They were one of the (many) striking differences when I moved here. Australia is wonderful. I love it.

      I noticed my link is broken. Hope this one works better. Smut by the Sea, Vol 3

  5. Oh fuck, it’s like being speared in the gut. I’m suddenly winded and tears prick my eyes. Henry moves his big body over us, rolling onto his side, scooping me into him, nestling my ass against his hard cock. Izzy molds her body to me. I’m sandwiched between them, our legs tangle, intertwine like our hearts. Love radiates from them.

    Shit. Henry crushes into the back of me. I part my legs and pull his big, beautiful cock between them. My body hums as the long hidden passion for them ignites, enveloping me in a blaze of intense love and lust. I push myself through Izzy’s legs, pulling her ass into me as tightly as I can. I could come right now.

    Earlier, my body was hard but I couldn’t come. That was the only redeeming thing for me.

    They’re slowing their breathing, forcing me to slow, too, which is surreal with the storm raging only a few feet away. It’s like being sucked into the vortex of a hurricane, the calm inner eye. The bleed of heart energy from them touches my core.

    200 words from DARK WAR by Meg Amor - Wild Darkness Calls

  6. “I know you’re not on top form today, what with being concussed and everything, but, Katrina, you are sexier in the flesh.”
    He held my gaze the whole time he spoke and either he was a master liar or he meant every word.
    “You’re making me blush again.” I broke the eye contact and looked down to the floor, my cheeks blazing with heat, my chest tightened with lust right the way from my heart to the tips of my nipples.
    “Am I?” He lifted my chin with a finger. “So I am.” He grinned.
    “Stop it.” I slapped his hand away playfully. “You’re being mean now.”
    “For telling you you’re sexy?” He laughed. “That’s not mean.”
    “No, for making me squirm.”
    “I’m making Katrina Quinn squirm, oh my.”
    There was a great retort for that comment somewhere in the back of my brain but it wouldn’t connect with my lips. I just opened and closed them like a marionette.
    “I can make you squirm too!” I finally exclaimed.
    “Yeah?” he questioned, one eyebrow cocked.

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  7. From Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic:

    Their kiss deepened, hunger raging as tongues lashed and teeth clashed. A low sound of lust throbbed at the base of Yeira’s throat. She was horrified by the sound but unable to stop it from escaping in a deep moan.
    The hunter responded by spreading his hand over her buttocks, pressing her closer, until she couldn’t ignore the huge, hard ridge beneath his leather battle pants. His heated breath fanned her face, his taste pure ambrosia on her tongue. She inhaled his addictive scent—a mix of clean sweat and leather—and her pussy pulsed with exquisite expectation.
    She wanted him.
    Needed him.
    She’d denied it to herself from the very beginning—ignored the way his presence pulled at her and the way his sexy gaze raked her with fire. They were enemies, opponents in an epic war, but when they shared the same space lust exploded between them, an impossible-to-resist attraction wrapping her in a fiery embrace.
    Slowly, as his hands found the bottom of her shirt and slipped underneath, skimming gently calloused heat over her nerve-drenched skin, Yeira felt the first stirrings of fear.

  8. From The Scarlet Bond by Tamsin Flowers

    If the sign on the door said closed, the message didn't appear to have been taken on board inside Nosferatu's Bar. In flickering candlelight, amid dancing shadows, four bodies entwined, writhing in time to a throbbing beat that threatened to blast the speakers off the wall. Two women and two men caught up in the drunken moment when dancing turns into something else—something purposeful, elemental, which no longer depends on the music for its rhythm.

    But Willow Jackson hadn't drank any alcohol. She had a thirst of a different nature. She sank her teeth into the tan skin at the base of the blond man's neck, laughing as the first taste of blood bubbled into her greedy mouth. The man bucked and moaned but she distracted him from the pain of her bite by rubbing a hand across the front of his groin. He was well endowed, growing bigger as she touched. A pair of arms encircled her waist from behind. Small, familiar hands undid the top of her leather shorts. Elouise Day, her vampire lover, had already drunk blood from the blond man's friend—now she turned her attention to Willow's pleasure.

  9. Here’s a snippet from Sinful Rewards 1 by Cynthia Sax, a sizzling hot contemporary erotic romance
    Three eleven north is the mirror condo to ours. I straighten the telescope. That position looks about right but then, the imitation UGGS I bought in second year college looked about right also. The first time I wore the boots in the rain, the sheepskin fell apart, leaving me barefoot in Economics 201.

    Unwilling to risk Cyndi’s friendship on about right, I gaze through the eyepiece. The view consists of rippling golden planes, almost like…

    Tanned skin pulled over defined abs.

    I blink. It can’t be. I take another look. A perfect pearl of perspiration clings to a puckered scar. The drop elongates more and more, stretching, snapping. It trickles downward, navigating the swells and valleys of a man’s honed torso.

    No. I straighten. This is wrong. I shouldn’t watch our sexy neighbor as he stands on his balcony. If anyone catches me…

    I glance behind me. There’s no one here to catch me. Cyndi won’t know I looked. The hunk in three eleven north won’t know I looked. I’m not harming anyone.

    I bend over and take another peek.

  10. Sexy snippet from Werewolves in the Kitchen by Shauna Aura Knight (Paranormal Menage Romance, M/F/M)

    Jake slid his hands over her body, down to her buttocks, lathering up her back with body wash as Kyle drove two fingers into her pussy.
    She’d never been touched like this before—the hot water falling on them, Jake kissing her even as Kyle was pleasuring her where she’d been swollen and hot for them for so long.
    Ellie moaned, thrusting down onto Kyle’s fingers. How many times had she blushed, fantasizing about them doing this to her? She was already on the edge of orgasm from the thrill of having them both totally focused on her pleasure and so many days without release.
    Kyle circling her pearl had her gasping for breath against Jake’s lips. “That’s it,” he murmured, stroking in and out.
    Their touches finally drove her over the edge. Ellie cried out, bucking, and they had to hold her up as her knees gave. Jake kissed her, and then Kyle kissed her, and she threaded her fingers through both their hair while they murmured sweet things, petting her.
    “Feel a little better?” Kyle asked, and she blushed.
    “I’ll take that as a yes,” Jake grinned.
    She panted, knowing they were not done with her yet.


  11. In Too Deep by Anita Philmar

    “Move over. I’ll drive. If we hurry I should be able to save her and my friend.” He placed a foot on the side step of the wagon and crowded onto the bench.
    She quickly scooted along the wooden plank, allowing him room to settle beside her. Long fingers closed over the reins and he tugged the leather from her grip.
    He didn’t wait for an answer. Lifting the reins, he released the brake.
    A loud whistle sounded from the river, followed almost immediately by the slapping of paddles against the water.
    The man clicked his tongue to encourage Beauty to get moving. He drove the wagon closer to the edge of the river, creating a rough new trail.
    Bouncing on the seat like a rag doll, Sadie tried to keep her distance from the man, even though the task was next to impossible with the constant swaying of the wagon. She continually brushed against his arm, shoulder and thigh. A particularly hard bump almost landed in his lap.
    “I’m sorry, but you need to slow down,” she complained and straightened.

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  12. A little taste of Welcome to Danjal's - an erotic Paranormal/Romance:

    He put his free hand at the base of her spine and drew her lower body against his erect and exposed cock.

    Ceila struggled to get free, but his strength far outmatched hers. He wrapped his wings around her in the same manner he’d encircled the succubus.

    “Shall we find out now if we’re compatible? You caused Nemnu to leave before we were finished, so you owe me.” He pushed hard against her.

    Although she knew it was useless, Ceila hit his chest with the hand that wasn’t held immobile. He responded with a deep chuckle.

    “Let me go! Are you so ruined that you think nothing of raping someone?”

    “Is that what you believe I’m about to do? I only tried to scare you because you angered me with your interruption of my time with Nemnu.” He released her wrist and no longer pulled her body against his. With a sneer, he added, “And why would I want to be intimate with a lowly humangel?”

    Trying to ignore the insult, she waited for his wings to open, but they didn’t. Instead, he leaned down and with his face close to hers, he whispered,

    “That was unkind and I apologize.”

  13. Wild Ride by Raven de Hart

    Gidid leaned around the wall. "If you stay very quiet, you can see them."


    "The Faun." He waved Larik around to the other side. "No quick movements. They tend to scatter."

    He peered around the ruin and had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from gasping. Something like this, he never expected. Humans, he thought at first glance, but not so. Fur started in a tapered line at the bottom of their chests and carried down their legs, all the way to their night-black hooves. Curved horns sat atop their head. Their eyes, solid black, never seemed to blink. They danced across the grass, their feet never sinking, never leaving so much as a mark. They spoke their own language, somewhere between bleating and singing.

    Gidid pulled him back around the stone. "The Faun are our neighbors. We trade with them, but our interactions end beyond that."

    Larik thought of the lullaby. Desert Faun. "Next I know, you're going to show me a phoenix."

    Gidid chuckled. "Your thoughts are faster than mine."


    "The Faun tend to the phoenix flock here."

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  14. All She Needs - Contemporary Erotic Novella

    “Remind me.” Her fingers toyed with the top button of his vest with a deliberate slowness.

    He drew in a sharp breath. Eyes wide, he said, “Corey and I, we…”

    By now she had unbuttoned his shirt and vest. “Let me remind you.”
    She dragged her hands over his stiff nipples. His flat stomach rippled at the contact. She half expected him to push her away. Instead he placed one large hand on her hip, holding her in place.

    “That’s awesome.” His voice was husky as his hand inched higher to her waist.

    “What else?” Her body surged to life at the strange mix of signals. There was something innocent about him. She wanted to push him just to see how he’d react.

    “Corey kissed your breasts.” There was no hesitation in his voice now. His grip on her waist tightened.

    She angled her head up and kissed him full on the lips. His mouth opened when she swiped her tongue against his plump bottom lip. She looped her arms around his trim waist. Flush against her, thanks to his hands, which had found their way to her ass, he squeezed. His impressive erection pressed into her belly. There was no time like the present to see how far he’d go.

  15. Rescued by the Buccaneer by Normandie Alleman

    “On your knees.” He held her elbow, supporting her as she sank to her knees.
    Moving in front of her, he stroked his erect penis. Her mouth watered at the sight.
    “Service me, wench, with that luscious mouth of yours,” he said, taking her head in his hands.
    She licked her lips, then parted them, giving him access. His cock bobbed in her face and she reached her tongue out to lick him. He thrust his hips closer to her and she sucked the head into her mouth.
    Running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, she coated him with her saliva, making it easier for him to slide in and out of her mouth. She longed to clutch his buttocks, but that was impossible with her hands tied behind her back. A frustrated little yowl escaped her throat.
    “What’s that?” he sounded amused. “How do you like your bondage?”
    She bobbed her head slightly and emitted some agreeable garbled sounds.
    He patted her atop the head as one would praise an adored pet. “Good girl.”
    Something about his words made her pussy cream with delight.

  16. I pulled him closer, our lips nearly touching again. “Why are you always such a wiseass?” I felt his breath on my face, and my body was alive with heat like a torch -- like a night full of torches.

    “I’m ugly and nerdy.” He was so close that I could feel movement from his mouth as he spoke. “I figured if I were extra entertaining, it would make up for it and you’d like me.”

    “If you’re ugly, why does my heart beat faster when I look at you?”

    “I don’t know. Maybe you should visit the docto--”

    Enough of this; I couldn’t bear it. Against his mouth, open in speech, I pressed my own. He yielded into my kiss and dropped my hands so that he could enfold me in his arms.

    He was the first man I ever kissed, and deep within my pleasure I had one thought of clarity: this act, this kiss, it was the same as kissing a woman. In that moment it mystified me why this kiss should be so forbidden where Azar’s had been ordinary and expected.

    Then I stopped thinking and just wallowed in the feeling of my tongue against his.

    --from the first m/m scene in Climbing the Date Palm:

  17. THE OUTLAW'S BRIDE (Historical Western Spanking Romance)
    by Renee Rose

    She heard the scrape of a chair and turned to see him settling in it, looking at her expectantly.
    “You could light a lamp, too, but I don’t mind spanking you in the dark.”
    “You are not spanking me!” she insisted, her voice shrill.
    He said nothing, simply looked at her from across the dark room.
    Her heart thundered in her chest. She realized she had little choice but to accept his punishment. Fighting him would be fruitless, and only make him angrier. He thought she meant to kill him and he intended to exact retribution.
    Well, if his retribution for murder was a spanking with a wooden spoon, she could take it. She drew her shoulders back and marched over to stand before him, offering the spoon.
    “Thank you, Mabelle,” he said, his voice even. “Do you want to light the lamp?”
    Did she want him to have a brighter view of her backside splayed across his knees? Hell, no.
    “No,” she mumbled, her glower focusing on the collar of his shirt.
    “No, sir,” he corrected.

  18. I hope you enjoy this Sexy Snippet from "One Night To Tango," by Fionna Guillaume:

    The music rose to a final crescendo. Its quivering musical climax inspired her to uncharacteristic daring. As he dipped her backwards into a flourish, she swept her leg around his hips and locked their pelvises together. She pressed against his body, grinding her hips into his. Her legs were trembling, her pussy throbbing with need that surely made a dark spot on her dress, but she didn’t care. There was only here, only him, only now. He supported her weight effortlessly, watching with those dark, dark eyes. A knowing smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.
    “I won’t let you go,” she whispered breathlessly. “Not until I’m satisfied.”
    “Another waltz?” he asked. His voice was a low, teasing growl. The rumble in his chest assured Esme he had not misunderstood.
    “No. No more dancing.”
    He slid his hand slowly down her back, stroking along her waist, over the curve of her hip, down the length of her thigh. She could barely keep from clawing him, ripping off his clothes and throwing him down right there in the middle of the floor. The unmistakable swell of an erection pressed against her, and she smiled.

  19. Lessons at the Edge (soft femdom) by William Gaius

    “I’ve done my best to fulfill your fantasy, Barry. But I have fantasies, too. Will you help with mine?” Still in a trance after last evening’s adventures, I gazed into her glistening brown eyes and nodded absently, as if agreeing on someone else’s behalf.
    She seemed to be gathering the courage to speak. “Have you ever gone down on a girl?” Her voice was low, nearly a whisper.
    I shook my head. “But I’ve thought about it.” My belly shivered with anticipation. Actually, I’d thought about it a lot, invariably involving RoseAnn. My wildest, most secret fantasies were coming true, all at once.
    “Would ... would you go down on me?” I could barely hear her for the blood pounding in my ears.
    My gaze fixed on the dense black bush between her legs. “You’ll have to teach me.”

  20. Cooking Up A Storm by Ashley Ladd

    In the midst of their cooking, Ax interrupted with an announcement. He tapped the microphone, making it whine. “A tropical storm has formed a couple hundred miles east. It’s not surprising that we have a storm this time of year, but this one formed phenomenally fast. I thought you should know it’s heading our way. It’s traveling about thirty miles an hour, so we should be able to have the wedding and reception and send the guests home safely. Then, if necessary, we can hunker down.”
    Grunting, Sue Ellen raised her hand. When Ax nodded at her, her fleshy face had turned a ghostly shade and she asked, “Can we leave the island for a safer place, too?”
    Storm clouds filled Ax’s eyes and his brow furrowed. He jutted his pointy chin and cocked his head. “You may leave anytime you wish. You’re not prisoners. However, you won’t be welcome to come back.”

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  22. How could he? How could he tease her body in such a way then stand back as if nothing had happened? And he was a pirate, for bloody sake. He should…

    “Wait.” She spun around to him. “You are a pirate.”

    “I believe that’s a given. Now get dressed.”

    “But pirates are supposed to ravish women. Aren’t you going to take me? I am naked.”

    He laughed, the sound rich and deep and so unexpected that her anger grew.

    “A feisty, naked virgin. I have to say, this is a first for me. And yes, you are tempting, but my goal is higher, sweet one.” He stroked her cheek.

    “No. You have to ruin me.”

    “I do?”

    “Yes. I cannot leave until you make love to me.”

    His chuckle grew grim and he stepped close. “Your uncle mentioned you were headstrong, sí? But here, I make the rules. And the rules are, one, you will get dressed or I will carry you out of here as you are. Two, I don’t make love. I fuck my women. And the women I fuck are just that—not little virgin girls trying to be more than they are.”

    196 words from Temptation Released by Ayla Ruse

  23. This was the way to start the day. Nothing felt better than standing here, warm after a shower, wearing nothing but a towel while the most gorgeous man in the universe approached her from behind.

    Rock's arms slid around Geri and he nuzzled her neck while holding her close to his hard, damp body. She closed her eyes and leaned against him.

    Fear tainted this romantic moment.

    Tonight Rock and his twin brother Iron would fight in a gladiatorial match, a top form of entertainment on Alpha Island. Here on the female-dominated planet Amazurn, alpha males were banished to one of four islands where many men survived as gladiators or prostitutes. To a recently arrived Earth woman like Geri, Amazurn took some getting used to. If not for Rock, she wasn't sure how she would have survived here without losing her sanity.

    Rock tugged off her towel and let it drop to the floor. Their nude bodies pressed close and his stiffening cock pressed against Geri. He caressed her hips then cupped her breasts. She sighed with pleasure as his thumbs swept over her nipples, awakening them.

    Alpha Delicious by Kate Hill

  24. From Leashed (Shifter Sanctuary - Book 1) by Scarlet Day

    A throat cleared behind Laci. She’d almost forgotten that Tucker was in the room. She broke the kiss and pulled back from Colt, but kept her gaze locked with his. Footsteps sounded behind her, and then a hand slid up her back. Colt glanced over her shoulder as Tucker moved around into her field of vision.

    A satisfied grin spread across Tucker’s face. “So, Colt, do you still want to hit me?”

    Colt leveled a narrowed gaze at Tucker. “Maybe later.” His voice held humor and one side of his mouth turned up slightly.

    Tucker chuckled and took the glass Colt still held, before crossing the room to the small bar. “Do you want another?”

    Colt’s head swiveled slowly from side to side. “That’s not what I’m in the mood for right now.”

    Tucker barked a short laugh. He poured himself a double shot of whiskey. “Then let’s see if we can figure out what you are in the mood for.”

  25. I roll onto my back, the fluttering in my stomach now quite uncomfortable. I am seized by an unaccountable urge to reach down and stroke the soft, sensitive folds between my thighs, a place I have seldom explored since my marriage to Giles. Apart from anything else, I’m usually too sore to want to bother. Will I be sore after the pirate’s done with me? Maybe I could ask him…
    Jesus, where did that ridiculous notion come from? Ask him? Ask him indeed!
    A lady does not ask that sort of thing of any man, not even her husband. And definitely not a handsome, charming pirate intent on seduction. But just the thought of what tomorrow might bring is causing my juices to flow yet more freely, and my pussy to spasm in a most uncharacteristic manner. I close my eyes, my sigh deep. I wish he had not left, I wish he might return this night. I wish I had not feigned sleep. If I hadn’t, he might have climbed in beside me and even now be demonstrating the truth of his promises.

    184 words from Right of Salvage by Ashe Barker

  26. From A Promise at Dawn -

    “Faye,” he began, shifting his body over hers.

    She sighed and opened her eyes.

    He didn’t waste any time. Through eyes barely open, he watched her lashes close, watched her lips part. He kissed her softly. With light touches and delicate sips, he tasted the sweet stickiness of the apple on her lips.

    She didn’t respond. It wasn’t a rejection. It just wasn’t a response.

    He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, holding himself off her breasts so the only place their bodies met was their lips. It took all his control to go slowly.

    At first she didn’t touch him. Then at the same time she began to kiss him back, she placed her palms on his chest, their warmth and pressure highly arousing. She slid her arms around him and slowly pulled him down on top of her.


    He took that for permission and rolled to his back, taking her, draping her over his body. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her head lightly, giving her the opportunity to break away if she didn’t like it. She stayed, and he deepened his kiss.

    Thank you!

  27. Dorian grinned as his fingers tangled in the long fringe of hair partially obscuring his latest conquest's face. The university student's face didn't really matter, but his hair was interesting, something new with its bright streaks of red and blue and pale blond. The boy was practically channeling the Union Jack as he slid down Dorian's body, making the leather seats of Dorian's car creak. Dorian smiled to himself. Jack was as good a pet name as any. The vibrant colored strands brought out the paleness of Dorian's skin, and he spared a vain thought for his own elegance before pulling Jack's lips down over the bulge in his slacks. The tug of his hand was met with resistance, though, and the boy's lust-darkened eyes met his.

    "Professor..." Jack breathed. Dorian knew that tone all too well. It meant the boy was trying to keep himself in check. Religious values, perhaps, or maybe just a battle against the taboo of fucking around with a teacher—or, more accurately, guest lecturer. Either way, Dorian knew the plea beneath those words. Jack was begging to be overpowered, to be left without a choice. A mere gesture, and the boy could be his, but Dorian relished the conquest.

    From "Immortal Symphony: Overture" by S.L. Armstrong & K. Piet

  28. 199 words from A Double-Edged Sword by L M Somerton

    Belatedly remembering that the door stood wide open, he hurriedly pulled it closed and took a couple of steps into the room.
    Christian was displayed in front of him in a way that had his cock fighting to escape his leathers. I’m being punished, that’s what’s going on here. This is some kind of penance for being a crappy Dom. I’m hard as fucking granite, trapped in a room with the most gorgeous sub ever created and I can’t fuck him. Well, not yet anyway. Later. Definitely. Becket pulled himself together with an effort and let his eyes feast on the vision in front of him.
    Christian’s arms were spread wide above his head, his wrists wrapped in leather cuffs attached to silver chains hanging from the ceiling. His legs were also spread wide, the short chains from his ankle cuffs linked to eyelets embedded in the stone floor. Every limb was stretched, every muscle defined. He was virtually naked—his only garment a snowy white G-string. His heels were off the floor and his arms took most of his weight. A strip of white silk was tied around his eyes, bright against the dark red of his hair.

  29. "How was the hunting today, lover?" Sultry, girlish, haunting. Soft Aegean breezes whispering through ancient corridors.
    Desmond tossed the bag containing the demon's head onto the counter. "Too easy. What's for dinner?"
    "Well," she answered, coming up behind him and coiling her arms around his waist. "I was hoping we could go out."
    Desmond batted at the tiny tongues flicking against his ear and neck. "Damn it, Scylla. I'm tired and I just want to take a shower, eat something and maybe catch the news before I go to bed. Is that so hard to understand?"
    She released her hold on him and stepped back, pouting. Desmond turned to look at her and immediately felt like a heel. She'd obviously gone to great lengths to doll herself up for him. The shimmery green dragonskin dress she wore seemed to hang from perfect nipples, accentuating her natural curves all the way down to her carefully painted toes and matching sandals. The thousands of tiny snakes that served as her hair had been trained into a fetching cascade of barely contained nervous energy over her left eye.
    He smiled guiltily, giving in to the preternatural spell that was this particular Gorgon's specialty.

    200 words from the short story “Enter The Gorgon,” by David Salcido, which appears in the e-book “Dimensions of Desire.”

    1. Adorable! I've always thought the Gorgons got a bad press.

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  31. I'm a day late to the party. I hope that's alright.

    “Put your palms on the table, Alison.” I stare at him open-mouthed because the command is so strange. And it definitely is a command. “Don’t argue. Just do it.” There’s a ferocious intensity, almost a growl, in his tone. My hands fly up to comply. Alphonse places my left hand over my right. He circles his fingers around both of my wrists and clenches.

    “Stop it.” I start to struggle, but he crushes his fingers tighter and pushes my hands harder against the table.

    “Look around, ma belle. See what kind of place your friend sent you to.” Now accustomed to the low lighting, the first thing I see is a stage in the center of the room.

    “Oh, I didn’t know there would be entertainment. Fabulous! What kind of music?”

    “I doubt you will think the sounds to be music. Look around you, Alison, at the other patrons.” At the next table is a blond man wearing all black leather. Sitting next to him is a blond woman wearing a red corset and what looks like tap pants. What?! She’s not sitting; she’s kneeling to his right, at his feet. My eyes jump to the next table.

    Excerpt from Paris Light by Leya Wolfgang, a short story in the soon-to-be-published anthology from the 2014 BDSM Writers Conference in New York, August 21-24. If you'd like to attend, visit Hope to see you there.


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