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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Sexy Snippet Day for April



Written anything hot lately?

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.

Please post excerpts only from published work (or work that is free for download), not works in progress. The goal, after all, is to titillate your readers and seduce them into buying your books!

Feel free to share this with erotic author friends. It's an open invitation!


Of course I expect you to follow the rules. One snippet per author, please. If your excerpt is more than 200 words or includes more than one link, I'll remove your comment and prohibit you from participating in further Sexy Snippet days. I'll say no more!

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.

Enjoy!

~ Lisabet

25 comments:

  1. “You seem very tense, Miss Byrne. We need you to relax. Open your legs.”
    Dazed, I do as I am told. With questing fingers, he probes between my buttocks, sliding farther to dip into my moist vagina before circling my clit. I can’t help it—I gasp, moan with pleasure as I am treated to the most erotic experience I could ever imagine. And my imagination is certainly getting a workout lately. He strokes me almost to orgasm before suddenly lifting his hand and administering another hard slap to my bottom. This time I scream out loud in shock, pain, frustration. Then his hand is back between my legs, working its magic on my swollen clit. I’m so wet it’s obscene.
    This time, surely he’s not going to…
    I reach greedily toward orgasm, wriggling against his legs, moaning as he works my clit into a frenzy of throbbing need. Then he stops. Before I can protest, the fifth slap across my unresisting, helpless bottom sends me jerking, spinning into orbit as I shake with the intensity of my climax.
    179 words from Darkening (Book 1 in The Dark Side series), FREE from Totally Bound until 30 April
    https://www.totallybound.com/book/darkening

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  2. I grabbed Christi’s hips and pulled her pussy to my extended tongue. I twisted my tongue against her tight hole deep within her petals, twirled my tip around her unfamiliar clit, and licked the full length of her pretty, pink crack, and when her cunt swelled, she begged me to let her sit on my cock.

    She eagerly lowered her insatiable, tight labia to my upturned member, and she gripped my hard-on within her clutching walls as she lowered herself down my cock until my stiffness was deep inside of her.

    Our spouses watched with vigor as Christi rode my thick hard-on, her body hopping up and down and her glasses continuously sliding down her face until she didn’t care that the spectacles dangled at the tip of her sweaty nose. The only thing on her mind and in her heart was the seductive joy of my cock inside of her writhing twat. She clutched my chest hair while her creamy bottom beat against my thighs with every insistent downward thrust onto my prick, and she let out a soft mewing groan as her grinding pussy filled with giddy pleasure.

    “Naughty Swinger Action” by Devin Brees. http://devinbrees.com/books/naughty-swinger-action/

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  3. Jeremy palmed his erection. *What the hell am I doing?*

    His lover was being fucked by a strange guy, and he wasn’t even pissed. He was too busy pining after said stranger, dying to know what Javier would feel like buried deep inside him.

    Jeremy stroked his hardening cock as Javier lifted one of Ethan’s knees to rest on the edge of the footboard.

    Jeremy’s stomach clenched. Javier thrust inside Ethan again, his hips rocking hard and fast. Judging from Ethan’s serious moaning and swearing, Javier was grinding against his spot.

    Biting back a moan, Jeremy stroked himself in time to their rhythm. He didn’t care about being caught, or anything other than getting off. Besides, he couldn’t do anything else except take in everything around him: the intoxicating musk permeating the air, their strangled cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the bed banging against the wall. That alone was enough to bring him to the edge of climax.

    “Harder,” Ethan moaned. “So fucking close.”

    *Christ, Ethan…any harder and the bed will go through the goddamn wall.*

    186 words from Three-Way Weekend, available now from Fireborn Publishing: http://ow.ly/4mREUN

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    1. This looks like straightforward, no-nonsense gay sex.

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  4. Isolated for weeks behind rebel lines without renewed supplies, we finally spotted the enemy’s campfires cloaked in thick Jersey pines. Desperate for food, we snuck up on the rabble as they slept in the dinge of a moonless night. When the acrid smoke of black powder cleared, eighteen of their ilk lay expired, having taken the Devil’s share of lead. We scavenged the miserable camp for what few items of value that may have abandoned, the dozen of our patrol working with the hastened confidence of the victor. A pistol here, a bayonet there. A cask of rum we hoisted to the back of a horse after filling our military issue flasks. Some scattered foodstuffs that hadn't yet gone moldy we stuffed directly into our ravenous mouths, relying on Divine Providence to protect us. Those small bands of reprobates had cause to poison their own provisions if a situation appeared hopeless.
    Searching thusly, I perceived a whimper emanating from a pile of cordwood someone had split for fire. Among the stacks crouched a hysterical young woman, or rather a girl, barely wrapped in a tattered and soiled dress. Her ragged, lifeless hair appeared to have been chopped with a knife.


    From: Sneak Attack, a story in my new collection, “Brand X”
    Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1W9p4lU

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    1. Thanks, Jean. Too bad I posted an earlier draft; one with a typo and the paragraphs not delineated right. It's not that way in the finished book!

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  5. I woke to find the sun streaming through the bedroom window. Looking up with one eye opened and the other still closed, I saw that Luca was awake, lying on one side and looking down on me.
    “Good morning. Do you want to talk Adriana?”
    “No, I just want to fuck. Oh, good morning by the way.”
    “For a prospective sub you are becoming a little demanding.”
    “Sorry, am I not supposed to want sex?”
    “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you wanting sex, in fact it is a condition of you being here in bed with me. It’s just that a good little sub waits to be asked.”
    “Sorry. Then of course I will withdraw that demand and lie here to await your pleasure.”
    “Good, a fast learner, that’s what I like. Turn over and let me see your bottom.”
    She turned to face the other way and I ran my hand over her beautiful and desirable ass, which was still a little red from the night before. I leaned forward and kissed her in the middle of her right cheek.
    “What a superb bottom you have Adriana.

    Excerpt from That Day at the Lake, by Rachel de Vine

    http://www.amazon.com/That-Day-Lake-Rachel-Vine-ebook/dp/B017UVMD2Y/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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  6. This is an excerpt from ROUGHING IT, my gay male erotic medical thriller. It’s a sexy cross between THE X FILES and THE ANDROMEDA STRAIN. It’s available for pre-sale at JMS Books.

    http://www.jms-books.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=192_196&products_id=1664

    "Imagine it, Jake. A rustic cabin in the woods. Sleeping under a sky full of stars you can't see in the big city. Smell the cool green of the forest! Drink water so clean you won't believe your taste buds. No cable TV. No Internet. No cell phone. It's you, me, and Mother Nature, all alone, roughing it in the wild. Now that's the life!"

    "As long as you don't force me to go fishing, we'll be fine."

    "We won't have time to go fishing. I want to find out why these people are getting sick as much as you do, but I can appreciate the surroundings." He sighed, enamored of his own fantasy. "Think of it! Fresh air. Beautiful, tall oak trees that are hundreds of years old. Birdsong! Quaint locals."

    Jake blew his nose into a tissue. "Mosquitos. Poison ivy. No air conditioning. Fecal coliform bacteria in the water. Inbred, toothless yahoos who've lived here for generations."

    "You're such a spoil sport."

    "I'm realistic."

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    1. Ha! "Toothless yahoos" looks extreme, but I tend to agree more with Jake than with the nature-lover.

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  7. “So, Marcus, I’d like to give you a taste of how we entertain ourselves here in jolly old England,” said Peter. “Would you like that?”

    Mark was stroking his cock again, making it swell to full tumescence. “I would, Peter,” he said with one of his angelic smiles. Peter reached out a hand, but instead of touching Mark’s cock as Miranda expected, he laid his palm on the black fabric stretched across Mark’s buttocks. “I’d like to give it to you here,” he said, almost in a whisper.

    “Sounds good to me,” said Mark. He led the way toward one of the stalls. Suddenly Peter turned to Miranda. She saw, reflected in his blue eyes, the lust her boyish form inspired.

    “And what about you, Randy? What would you like?” He licked his lips.

    Miranda was speechless. Fortunately Mark stepped into the breach. “Randy’s a bit shy,” he said with a smile. “He just came out of the closet. I’m showing him the ropes, so to speak.” Peter half-smiled, half-leered at Miranda. Mark lowered his voice. “So far, he’s a virgin. But I suspect that he would not be averse to giving you a blow job. Would you, Randy?”

    199 words from the new edition of Incognito by Lisabet Sarai

    http://www.amazon.com/dp/178651947X/

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    1. Clever m/m/m scene with a woman. I forgot that part (if it's in the original version of the novel).

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    2. Cool, Lisabet- Would you please send a review copy?

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  8. From "Green Spectacles and Rosy Cheeks," a "gaslight" story in the forthcoming anthology, Valves & Vixens 3 (House of Erotica, UK).

    Here Miss Dorothea, assistant to a professional clairvoyant who shows images to customers on a square of white silk, is helping an attractive male customer whose interest in her is part of the ambience. He has questions about his inheritance, and she shows an image of his mother before his birth -- followed by a tableau of his own conception.

    I imagined myself raising my skirt and my petticoat, and seating myself on our customer’s lap. He would hold me by the hips whilst I would lower myself slowly onto his member, like a virgin in ancient Greece deflowering herself with a statue of Priapus. I could feel heat flowing between my legs.

    The image on the cloth was fading, but the energy in the room was rising. The spectacles clearly had more to show us.

    “History,” I murmured. I knew how unwise was this command, but my curiosity had increased along with my desire. Like our customer, I knew that every affaire du coeur has its own irresistible progress, beginning with Cupid’s dart.

    A young woman, apparently an odalisque, appeared on the cloth. She rested on one elbow, her back arched to display her bell-shaped breasts, crowned with dark rosebud nipples. Her glowing hair flowed in luxuriant waves over her shoulders. A dangling tress that partly obscured one breast seemed to tickle the tiny hollow of her navel. Below it, a triangle of dark hair marked the juncture of her thighs. Her legs were long and well-formed. Her skin had the lustre of a pearl.

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    1. Damn! Descriptions sure can be sexy. Good stuff, Jean.

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    2. Thank you. The anthology in which this is supposed to appear has been in the works for a long time. I hope House of Erotica plans to publish soon. (It's the third volume of their "Valves and Vixens" steampunk series.)

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  9. A kind reader said of this: "You get the prize - Hottest paragraph ever! Note to gentleman writers - this is how to depict the female orgasm."

    I felt something inside me ignite and the machine of my orgasm roared to life. A fireball of pure ecstasy formed around the tip of his cock and grew into a burning sun, the force of it taking over my muscles, pumping my hips helplessly and driving his shaft in and out while I cried in wordless syllables.

    From “Goodbye, Miss Granger” by Belinda Lapage

    Freelink: http://blin18.wix.com/belindalapage#!goodbye-miss-granger/c1v6s

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  10. The ignorant believed that vampires were savages, that they would half-murder their bond-slaves with their brutality. Nothing could be further from the truth. When Itami drank living blood from Daniel, he did it elegantly. Almost delicately, and this time was no exception. He leaned his body against Daniel’s, pinning him in place. He lowered his head and buried his nose into Daniel’s hair, his breath soft against Daniel’s neck. He licked, once, the ticklish spot just beneath Daniel’s ear, then trailed his tongue down until his lips brushed against the pulse hammering in Daniel’s throat. Then he paused. He always did, waiting until Daniel whimpered in need and lust, bending his head even further back in silent offering.

    “Hiro!” he whimpered, pushing up against the body pushing him down. “Please, Hiro, please!”

    There was a moment, the barest breath where Daniel was certain that time stopped entirely. It was the only explanation for that eternity where all that he could feel over his entire body was the heat of Itami’s lips, the warmth of his breath, the feel of his body against Daniel’s. Until that stillness was shattered by the needle-prick of fangs as sharp as needles, as Itami began to feed.

    From "Layover" by Elizabeth Schechter
    A free read on Circlet.com: http://www.circlet.com/?p=1791

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  11. It excites my nipples throbbing into stiff peaks, sending shock-waves pulsating between my thighs. I slid my hand down, my finger soaring in and out, increasing the wetness between the soft little curls, his gaze fixated on my self-pleasure. Willingly I parted my legs as he moved down to join the party, massaging her with both our fingers. He slid down, tempting my clit with his fiendish tongue. I placed my hands on his head riding the fanatical surge. In one swift motion he thrust his tongue inside, I arched my back releasing a squeal. Slowly removing his tongue, he kissed my inner thigh and moved up beside me. “I’m glad you enjoyed that Amor, tasting your sweet nectar really did things to me.”
    I looked down as he was touching himself noticing he released some dew.
    “My turn,” I said impishly while coaxing him onto his back.
    Teasing his helmet my tongue swirled the moistened tip as he thrust his thighs to driving deeper into my mouth. I pulled back slightly, prolonging his release. The sound of teeth grinding was my queue to draw the final curtain. Sliding my mouth over the crown while cradling his balls, slowly teasing in soft scaling motions like eating a Popsicle.
    “Faster,” he groaned. Throwing in my trump card, my hand masturbated the shaft while my lips glided back and forth, faster and faster over the rim of the head which was met with the sound of sheets ripping.

    Excerpt from the first book in my paranormal trilogy: The Elders, Book one, The Awakening

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  12. She rolled onto her back and I placed chocolates on her nipples, between her breasts, on her tummy and one on her pubic hair just above her clit. Then I held one between my lips and leaned close enough for her to bite half of it. I chewed the other half, then kissed her, which made her giggle again. I took my time eating those on her body, which meant the one near her clit had softened nicely.

    "Oh, dear," I said. "This may need some serious work to clean up."

    "Oh, dear, indeed." She sounded a little breathless. "We wouldn't want to make a mess of these sheets."

    She sighed happily as I enjoyed the chocolate. Then again as I got distracted by her lovely pussy. And that got us both in the mood and very eager again.

    From my first book, "Knights Errant (Merely Players book 1)", published by Fireborn: http://goo.gl/946hf9

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  13. “Wow, what a view.”
    Andre ogled Chris’s body from behind. “I could say the same thing.”
    He spun around. A big smile crossed his face. “You are such a charmer. I can’t believe you were scared to make the first move.”
    “It was all a ploy,” Andre said, sliding his arms around Chris’s waist. He forced his tongue into Chris’s mouth, probing, tasting him thoroughly. The minute he did, tingly sparks hit just about every part of his body.
    Chris groaned into Andre’s kiss, holding Andre close to him. He reciprocated the kiss, sucking hard on Andre’s lips.
    “Jesus, Chris. I need you… now in bed.” Andre pushed him back toward the bedroom while they remained in a tight lip-lock.
    Chris wrapped both arms around his shoulders, still dominating Andre with his mouth.
    Andre gasped from the feeling. His erection poked the zipper of his pants, wanting to break free.
    Honestly, Andre desired to make love instead of fuck, but his cock had other ideas.
    When they finally made it to his bedroom, he lightly shoved Chris backward on his bed, keeping him close to break the fall. Their bodies crashed on top of the mattress together, making them both laugh.
    “Mm, just the way I wanted to fall into bed,” he grinned.
    “Me too.” Andre sucked Chris’s bottom lip into his mouth while tugging at the buttons on his shirt.
    Chris pulled away. “Want help?”
    “No, I wanna enjoy this.” Andre finished his task and yanked Chris up just enough to discard the shirt.
    “My turn.”
    Andre swatted Chris’s hand and captured his lips again. “No, I want you fully naked first. I gotta see the beautiful body I’ve been staring at all night.”
    “No fair.” Chris chuckled and pulled Andre in for another lip-lock.
    Andre accepted. He smoothed his hands down Chris’s hairless chest, dragging his fingers over his taut abs. When he reached his stomach, Andre broke their kiss and pushed him back on the bed.
    “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
    Andre leaned in and pressed a soft kiss onto his navel while he continued to caress every muscle and crevice on his torso. He took full pleasure in touching his new lover.
    Chris writhed under his affections and arched his back. “Andre, damn it, you’re taking too long!” He grabbed the back of Andre’s head.
    Andre ignored him and licked the landing strip there while he fiddled with the zipper and button on Chris’s pants. He opened them, revealing Chris’s bulge pinned under his tight black boxer briefs. Then he tugged his underwear until they were off his legs and tossed them aside.
    Chris gazed at him. His cheeks pinked, and his hazel eyes glazed over. His chest rose and fell, seemingly in one motion.
    “Dre…”
    “I know.”
    Andre hovered over Chris’s midsection. He eyed Chris’s lithe body, taking in every inch of his slender frame.
    “Been waiting for this since last night.”

    From "Mocha Kisses and Coffee" The first story, Time to Make the Donuts (revised)

    Link https://thirteenbelow.com/shop/#!/Mocha-Kisses-and-Coffee-eBook/p/62415131/category=12024987

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