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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Sexy Snippets for January

 
Greetings, Authors!

It may be the depths of winter where you are, but here at ERWA we're heating things up. Today's the 19th of the month, which means it's Sexy Snippet Day!

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. No extra promo text, please!

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

16 comments:

  1. “How are you feeling, Miss Harrowsmith?”

    The mockery in his tone was not enough to prevent a surge of renewed lust, which she struggled to suppress. “I presume that’s a rhetorical question, Your Highness,” she replied after a moment. God, but his eyes are hypnotic! “Given that I’m stark naked and trussed up like a turkey about to be roasted.”

    “Not entirely rhetorical.” The handsome Rajah circled around to inspect her from the rear. “It seems to me that you’re distinctly damp.” With a chuckle, he swept a finger down the length of her cleft, gathering her moisture. Her inner muscles clenched as sparks struck her clit. When he smeared her juices across her bum, she wanted to sink through the floor. “Based on the available evidence, I’d say that being bound excites you.”

    “Nonsense—” she began. Her attempts at a cool, sarcastic response were interrupted by the ferocious slap he landed on her arse. “Ow! Oh…” The sting from his spank vanished, overwhelmed by the delicious sensation of his fingers playing in her cunny. “Oh…ah…”

    “And it’s clear that, like many of your compatriots, you find corporal punishment arousing.”

    “No—ow! That’s ridiculous…Ow! Ah! Ow!”

    195 words from Rajasthani Moon by Lisabet Sarai

    http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D47R9E6

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  2. Relishing their touch, her back curled, arching into Daniel’s mouth as his tongue circled her pebbled nipple, offering herself to him while slipping one of her hands from his shoulder and dragging her manicured nails down his broad torso before coiling the limb back around Mark’s neck. Drunk on the hot, tingling sensations that were coursing through her body, she kissed him back with equal hunger, teeth gnashing and tongues duelling, nearly devouring him with her need. Her senses were ablaze from the sensations rushing through her nervous system and her whole world suddenly shrank down to just the feeling of the fierce fires raging in her core, the silky tongue circling and lashing her oversensitive bud, and the shafts sliding back and forth, impaling her, pounding her, fucking her. Oh, God, she was so close, she felt like she was about to burst with glorious pleasure. This wasn’t sex. She was sex. She was sex embodied and personified, from the molten fires raging in her core to the desperate need pulsing through her clit and the tingling in her fingertips. She was Aphrodite. She was Isis. She was Venus. She was the goddess and the moon and the stars

    200 words from L.M. Mountford's Confessions, now on sale for just $0.99s at amazon and other ebook retailers

    https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DRKAWUC

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  3. “Johan, I… Oh! Oh…” She gave up the attempt at speech when he leaned in to draw the flat of his tongue over her wide-open entrance. He repeated the action, and she believed she might melt. He inserted the tip of his tongue inside her weeping pussy, and she lost it entirely. A kaleidoscope of wild colour exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her body convulsed, hips arching up to meet his teasing, torturing mouth as her first orgasm burst from deep in her core.
    Christa was panting, amazed at what had just happened. So fast, so fucking overwhelming. She writhed against the restriction imposed by the crimson tie as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy. She was no expert, not exactly a frequent flyer, but she had enough experience to know she could usually rely on a good ten minutes or so of determined effort from her partner before eliciting so much as a flicker of orgasmic interest. Johan had only to smile at her, tie her up and flick her clit with his tongue and she was lost.
    Bring. It. On.

    182 words from Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker, on sale for just $2.99 and FREE from KU
    https://www.amazon.com/Rough-Diamonds-Ashe-Barker-ebook/dp/B01MQEH3CP/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1484835064&sr=1-3&keywords=ashe+barker

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  4. "You look good collared and handcuffed. All tied up and all mine." Ivette straddled Rey.
    "You're all sweaty." She licked the salt off his skin. She raised his muscle shirt to lick at his nipples.
    "Uncuff me so we can take it off," he said.
    "Sorry, Lover, you are staying put." She gave him a quick kiss and stepped behind him.
    He tried to turn without success.
    She came back with scissors and made quick work of his shirt. She looked at his pants.
    "Not the pants," he cried.
    "Those I can pull off." And she proceeded to do just that.
    Now she had a naked man tied to her kitchen chair and at her mercy.
    She loved it.
    She walked around him. Running her hand through his hair. Tracing the collar. Tugging it a little. She kissed his neck, his shoulders, his cheek. She ran her hands up and down his strong arms. Did little circles around his back.
    And she could see that Rey was glorifying in the experience.
    She had touched him all over in the two years they've been lovers, but this time it felt like she was learning him anew.


    BY DEL CARMEN: 196 words from “Wild Cards: Collared & Cuffed” in the Golden Flogger Award-winning anthology, TIE ME UP, edited by F.Leonora Solomon (Riverdale Avenue Books). Visit me at mydelcarmen.com for more excerpts.

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  5. A fragrance arose from the King’s strong limbs, from his beard and his hair and his very breath. It was the smell of a man, but as sweet as the hedges in spring. I sensed no disdain in him, and no wish to treat me as a captive maiden taken in war. The air surrounding him seemed to vibrate with his joyful spirit.
    I was perplexed. I had not expected to find such delight in his company.
    The King guided me into the bedchamber before him. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
    The bed rose before me, draped with a soft coverlet and pillows stuffed with goose down. Had I been alone, I would have locked the door, undone my laces, stripped off every stitch of my clothing, and lain down at ease.
    “Igraine, my dear, you are no court lady, and for that I am grateful.” He turned me to face him, and wrapped his arms about me. He pressed his lips to mine, and I felt as if I could melt.
    “Little white swan,” he said, laughing into my eyes. He held me by the waist, and raised me off the ground.
    - 197 words from "Under the Sign of the Dragon" by Jean Roberta

    www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=14&products_id=1169

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  6. “Can I tell you what I’d like to do to you?”

    I loved when he did this, verbalizing what he wished with me. I pinched my eyes shut and inhaled the salt of the water undulating beneath us in loud crashes and the cooler coastal air embracing us there on the deck. “Yes, please,” I said.

    Dean hesitated, his mouth hot on my ear. But when he spoke, every cell in my body responded. “I’d start by lifting your skirt, exposing your ass to everyone here. I’d want to give them a view of the curves of your body, and have you bend forward so they can see how wet I bet you are.”

    “Oh my God,” I muttered, flexing my ass. As if that motion could quell the excitement that shot through me.

    Dean hooked his hands around mine and pinned my palms flat on the rail. “Because I saw how much you jumped the time I did it, I’d have to smack your ass for everyone to see.”

    My breath heaved.

    173 words from THE ASSIGNMENT, by Jade A. Waters: https://www.amazon.com/Assignment-Jade-Waters-ebook/dp/B01765RJM8

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  7. … 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.

    “Oh, no!” she exclaimed. “Not more soldiers! Spare me, please.”

    “How do you come to be in this place?” I asked. “Speak up, girl! Are you a rebel sympathizer?”

    “No sir. A wife. A wife taken from our farm where the rebels killed my family and burned the fields. I am loyalist; I am one of you.”

    “We will convey you to our superiors to see what can be done for your situation. Have they treated you well as captive?”

    “Not in the least, sir. The traitors have made me do unspeakable things. Things I could not have imagined, even with my loving husband of four years.”

    “Married four years? You look so young.”

    “Betrothed I was at twelve, sir. Married at fourteen.”

    “We English are not barbarians, young miss. You will be safe hereafter.”

    I bit my tongue then, remembering that most of our troop had not seen a woman in three months…

    From “Sneak Attack”, a story in Brand X

    Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1W9p4lU

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  8. “I have a surprise for you.” Tristan took my hands in his. “Would you mind getting our dessert to go?”

    He knew my affinity for sweets. My chest fluttered as he peered at me expectantly. I couldn’t help but wonder what else he had up his sleeve.

    “I am a bit full,” I said as I reconsidered. Today was my birthday, after all. I swirled my drink and met his eyes. “But perhaps we could have a cup of coffee and just a taste of dessert before we go?”

    The idea of leaving without sampling the last course was unbearable. I’d been contemplating it since we arrived. As the waiter had presented each plate, my expectations had heightened until I could only imagine how decadent the final confection might be.

    The earnest expression on Tristan’s face captivated me as I gazed into his gray irises.

    “Of course, Autumn. I love you and want you to treasure your birthday.” His face took on a devilish grin. “Every year.”

    He relished the opportunity to surprise me. Each event had ended with a new or innovative sexual twist. I couldn’t help but marvel about what this year’s happy ending might be.

    198 words from Unhinged & Undone, by Ginger Segreti

    http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/unhinged.htm

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  9. 200 words from Frisky Farmer:

    On separate occasions, two of the teased guys, both seniors, approached me after a particularly raucous locker room session and hinted at the possibility of sucking my cock or even “doing it.” Not wanting to risk guilt by association, I declined their invitations; only to later learn one of them was sexually involved with our assistant coach who was fresh out of college.
    With that knowledge, I dallied one day after practice and witnessed the effects on the hunky young coach of a deftly executed blowjob. The coach’s muscled chest−covered with hair that spread like a fountain from his navel up past his nipples−turned red as his breathing became more rapid. Large hands held the swimmer’s head in place as the coach thrust his hefty tool deeper and deeper into my teammate’s mouth until, reaching the crest of his passion, the coach’s body twitched and I assumed he was feeding his sperm to the swimmer−a conclusion ratified when he pulled out and jetted a couple spurts of a sticky white substance on my teammate’s face. I was surprised when the swimmer, who had been stroking his hard dick throughout the action, spewed a load of white cream onto the floor.

    http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=13&products_id=1111

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  10. She heard the thud of his belt and the rustle of fabric as his clothing dropped into a heap on the dirt floor. Then he knelt, and lay atop her, stretching his naked body over hers. He laid his legs over her legs, and his arms over her arms, although his feet passed her own by several measures, as did his hands. She felt his hard girth nestled between her cheeks, pulsating with his desire. It seemed more engorged and longer than usual, and she could feel the weight of his heavy testicles resting on her flesh, something she could not recall ever having felt before. Then his chin was against her ear, as he bent his head and gently sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

    A cold knot curled in her lower abdomen as she came instantly and fully awake, her every muscle tensing, suddenly realizing that her husband’s chin always nuzzled her neck; and that their fingers and toes always played with one another, since she and her husband were of a height.

    Which meant that the aroused and virile male who had been ravishing her, and who now lay naked atop her, was not her husband.

    199 words from Night with a Taskmaster, by Adam Arotti

    https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ELVERA2

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  11. “Ben, you can’t be shy if you’re going to do this. There’s going to be lots of spot checks,” Pam said.

    “Spot checks?” I asked.

    “Yeah, we’ll need to make sure that you’re still wearing the device and haven’t tampered with it. So, we’ll need to check it from time to time,” Pam said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

    Knowing that I was backed into a corner I just agreed and started to open my pants. You might think that exposing myself to two women would have had me stiff as a board. I felt very vulnerable though. As a result I was very soft and I took my time opening my pants.

    “Ben, either do this or don’t. We can’t sit here and wait for you all night,” Pam said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

    I sighed and just got to it. I pulled open my pants. Then I pulled my pants and underwear down under my dick and balls.

    “Huh,” Teressa said.

    “W-what?” I asked.

    “You’re not exactly happy to see us, if you know what I mean,” Teressa said obviously a little disappointed.


    http://www.ardorotica.com/3schastity.php

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  12. Cherry Tune-Up
    "I won't hurt you,” Jack said. “That, I promise. But, you will follow my instructions, or you'll find out how intertwined pain and pleasure can be."
    "You're kidding!" Bobbi Jo’s eyes widened with shock.
    "Do I look like I'm kidding? What will it be?" Jack chuckled, taunting her. "Are you joining me in the classroom, or are you going to run back to your tight-assed banker?"
    Bobbi Jo's hands rose to her reddening neck.
    "Just talking about sex has your heart pumping strong, doesn't it?" Her slight shake of the head told him what he already knew.
    "Damn, you're going to be an able student. I don't wait well, Bobbi Jo. Are you in or out? Your master is about to ring the bell. And I'll let you know when it’s time for recess." He tilted his head.
    Bobbi Jo parted her lips. "I'm in."

    http://www.seatoskybooks.com/978-0-9894693-5-7-cherry-tune-up

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  13. First Comes Desire - Book One Pirate's Prize - erotic historical

    He explored her intimately, deepening his kiss. Her taste soon belonged to him, his to her. They were no longer separate. He hoped she’d suckle him and deliver pleasure.

    She resisted briefly, then coaxed his tongue deeper into her mouth. Pleased beyond belief, he released her wrists, slid his hands over her palms, and laced their fingers.

    She yielded fully. She smelled like an English spring, soft rain mixed with fragrant flowers. He didn’t finish their kiss until she smelled of him. Slowly, he withdrew his tongue, lifted his head, and struggled for breath. “Open your eyes.”

    Arousal brightened them, her mouth still wet with him, lips slightly bruised from his impassioned kiss.

    His spirits soared. “You desired that.”

    “I did not.”

    As a clergyman’s daughter, she was a poor liar and would never fool him. “Then I’ll have to continue until you do.”

    He kissed her, tenderly at first, then hard and greedy. She whimpered in what sounded like pleasure but held back, not giving herself fully. Finally, she tore her mouth free.

    He pressed his lips to her neck. Her breath spilled out on a contented sigh, telling him what words never could. “I’ll not deliver you to Bishop. You belong to me.”

    Kensington: http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/34386

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  14. From Stormy

    Should she tell him she wanted more?
    Daniel dropped soft kisses onto her temple and whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.” He slipped a hand under her shirt and his fingertips played over her spine.
    A shiver of longing rushed through her. For two years, they’d been in this platonic relationship clinging together as a way of recovering from the devastating events in their lives. Now, she wanted to be his lover too. Did he want the same thing?
    She lifted her head and met his dark brown gaze. Her argument evaporated beneath his heated stare. Air backed up in her lungs and she stuttered, “Daniel, we, uh, need to talk.”
    “Can’t. My tongue has other tasks to achieve.”
    “What...”
    The rest of the sentence slid down the back of her throat when he settled his hot, hungry mouth over hers.

    Now on sale for 99cents everywhere and read more at http://www.tinagayle.net/Stormychapter.html

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  15. He pushed her legs open and stared at her pussy. “Already damp. Rub your clit until I tell you to stop, but don’t come before I give you permission.”
    Her cheeks overheated, and she knew they’d turned red. Lying here with clothespins on her breasts and masturbating while he watched sent her libido into overdrive. He moved back and leaned against the wall. Freeing his cock from his jeans, he closed his fist around it and settled back to watch her. She toyed with her clit until she writhed with need. Her head thrashed and her eyes glazed. A low moan came from her throat, and she struggled to hold her orgasm back.
    He smiled for the first time since he’d carried her into the bedroom. “You’ve no idea how beautiful you look when you need to come, but did you mention a blowjob?”
    Staying silent, she nodded and opened her mouth.
    Jared chuckled at her eager response. “Good girl. Open your legs for me.”

    From
    Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine - amzn.to/2h4fuk0

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  16. He continued to tease her nipples, enjoying each taut peak, trailing his tongue over it before nipping and sucking. The little gasps Adrianna made while he played were an erotic counterpoint each time he grazed his teeth over her breasts. She was so responsive. What would it be like to get his rope on her? He would make her beg for the friction of hemp along her skin.
    He drew his fingers featherlight down her side, spread her legs, and stroked her mound until she was bucking up, seeking him to press into her folds. Which he did, sinking one finger inside, exploring her moist heat. This time her gasp was louder, her back arching in a sharp jerk.
    He smiled and flicked his tongue in teasing circles around her nipple, the flavor of her skin just the right combination of salty and sweet. What would her pussy taste like? He swiped through her wet arousal, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lave, licking up every tart drop. Her flavor was like sunshine, warm with a citrusy tang he could become addicted. He returned his fingers to her pussy, swirling to find the sensitive nub and caressing it with measured strokes.
    From Shane: Marshal of Tallav https://books2read.com/Shane/

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