Smutketeers

Day five, and we’re spilling about the naughty bits (hehe) in our writing! Though we are capable of writing tame romances, that’s not nearly as much fun–not that the Smutketeers would know anything about writing dirty!

The winner of the Twisted Monk shibari rope will be announced tomorrow evening on the blog and in our CHAT! Yep, you heard right–we’ll be talking it up HERE tomorrow at 8 PM EST (5 for us on the West Coast). Come join us!!

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How have you been naughty in your books?

1. Kelly Jamieson: Let me count the ways – ménage a trois sex, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, spanking, caning, buttsecks…but even my naughtiest is very, very nice.

2. Meg Benjamin: My characters always get busy—it’s not like I’m writing Amish romances. My naughtiest scene was probably in Long Time Gone when the hero and heroine found some interesting things to do with mango sherbet. But hey, it’s hot in Texas. Anything to cool down, right? (except, of course, what they did wasn’t exactly cooling!)

3. Kinsey Holley: Writing very descriptive oral sex scenes which apparently, according to my sis and my BFF, are much more detailed and realistic than normally found in romance books (I’m not sure that’s true – haven’t attempted a formal survey of the literature or anything.) Also, my wolves curse a lot.

4. Juniper Bell: I try hard to be good in my books. I never allow a participle to dangle. I never split an infinitive. I keep adverbs to a minimum and don’t end sentences with prepositions. On the other hand, I write scenes involving multiple partners, bondage, exhibitionism, and so on. My books feature sassy receptionists getting intimate with both bosses, steamy saunas, three lords for every lady, sex on boats, and naughty deeds on Caribbean beaches. They’re all listed here on my website and you will find much naughtiness in every single one.

5. Kate Davies: When I first started writing, I was targeting Silhouette Romance – no sex, please! So making the transition to spicier books was a deliciously naughty experience! I was at an RWA meeting and something the speaker said triggered a story idea for me – a woman jumping out of the cake at her fiance’s bachelor party and catching him cheating. I thought, “There’s no way this is a sweet romance, but I have to write it anyway.” It became my first published book – Taking the Cake – and I haven’t looked back since.

6. Erin Nicholas: The use of butter, flavored body powder, semi-public sex and nipple clamps…

7. Sydney Somers: I think the easier question to answer here might be how haven’t I been naughty in my books. :) As one reviewer pointed out, my characters like getting it on in inappropriate places, which may or may not involve vending machines, kitchen floors, dressing rooms, casinos, locker rooms, etc.

8. Skylar Kade: I’m with Sydney on this one! Between the kink and the lesbians (hopefully coming out soon!)…I find that envelope and push it!

9. PG Forte: Well, I’ve based characters on people I didn’t like–and then killed them off. Does that count? Also, I like kink. In my books, I mean…and yeah, okay, otherwise too. Write what you know, right? Oh, not if you’re killing people though. Then it’s really best to stay fictional. I have a phone-sex scene in Let Me Count the Ways I really like because it’s so unexpected. Oh, and the butter scene in Iron, because you know what they say about butter…

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Power Struggle by Kelly Jamieson

“I belong to a club,” she said carefully. “There’s a guy I met there…we’re play partners.”

“Jesus Christ.”

He stared back at her, eyes wide, just as their server arrived with their dinners. They remained silent while they were served, and Dev stared hard at the plate in front of him until they were alone again.

“Play partners?” he asked, voice low and raspy.

She nodded and arranged her napkin on her lap. “Yes. That’s all it is, Dev. I don’t go there very often, but sometimes I just need to. I hardly ever date. Gabe is a good friend who understands what I need, and I understand what he needs. I trust him.”

His black frown had her stomach tightening as she picked up her fork, though her appetite had deserted her.

“I haven’t been there or seen him since I met you,” she told him. “Well, actually we ran into him—that night at the Four Seasons on our way out.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah.” His jaw tightened even more.

“I won’t go there. If it bothers you.”

“If it bothers me.” His grim mouth tightened. “What if it doesn’t bother me? Then you’d go and do god knows what with some stranger in some…”

She held a hand up. “Don’t say it. You don’t know anything about the club, Dev.”

He gave a short nod, and cut into the fish he’d ordered. “You’re right. I’m trying not to judge.”

“I won’t go there,” she said again, looking down at her dinner. “As long as we’re together. Although it might help you understand, to come there with me.”

“Christ.”

She sighed, and poked at a shrimp with her fork. “Is any of this making any sense to you?”

He pressed his lips together, then said, “Strangely, yes.”

“You look angry.”

He lifted his head and met her gaze. “I’m not angry at you, Tori. The truth is, I’m horny.”

Her eyes went wide and her fork clattered to her plate.

“Thinking about tying you up, and then doing anything I want to you…Christ, Tori, that’s hot as hell.”

She licked her lips, arousal pooling low in her belly. His intense dark eyes fastened on her.

“When you said that to me…to do anything I want to you…you have no idea how much that turned me on.”

Her pussy clenched hard. Excitement clawed inside her. She tried to control the nerves jumping inside her as they ate, not even tasting her food.

Dev told her about talking to his friend Bryson.

“Bryson sounds like a smart guy,” she commented.

“He has his moments.” Dev gave her a wry smile. “I’ll introduce you two some time.”

She nodded. But neither of them could ignore the sparks crackling around them, the air electric and hot. Dev studied her across the table, his eyes heated and contemplative.

Tori shifted in her chair. “What?”

“Let’s start now.”

She blinked at him. “Start what?”

“This.” He leaned across the small table and lowered his voice. “Take off your panties.”

Her chin nearly hit the table. “What?” she squeaked.

“You heard me.”

Her gaze slid past him, then side to side. They were seated in the corner of the small balcony, her back to the wall. She turned her eyes back to him. “You’re kidding,” she breathed.

His chin lifted. “No. Do it.”

“Dev, that’s crazy!” she hissed.

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his wide chest, searing her with his gaze. “You said you like someone else in control.”

“Yes, but…” Her body went soft and warm, heat sliding from her hairline right down to her toes. She licked her lips. She was wearing a short denim skirt, but…holy crap. She’d done things many people would think were pretty kinky, but she’d never done anything like that. “I said, in bed. Not out of it.”

“In bed, out of bed. Whatever. You want to give up control? Do it.”

She gazed back at him for a long moment. The command in Dev’s voice had sharp tingles of excitement dancing inside her. Then, beneath the table, she slid her hands under her skirt, pushing it high on her thighs, higher, until she could hook her fingers inside her thong underwear. Holding Dev’s gaze, she lifted one cheek off the chair, then the other, just enough to tug her panties down. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she shifted in the chair, trying not to move too much so as not to attract any attention to what she was doing.

His eyes darkened and his lips parted as he watched her. She pushed her toes into the floor to raise her knees, slid the panties down farther, past her knees, and then they dropped to her ankles. Moving her feet around beneath the table, she bent forward just far enough to scoop them up.

“Give them to me.”

She eyed Dev, her breath coming in short ragged bursts, pressing her thighs together against the quivering ache there. She crumpled the scrap of lace into her hand and extended it to him across the table. He took it, pushed her underwear into the front pocket of his jeans, and then said, “Ready to go now?”

Christmas Packages by Skylar Kade (Yes, I know this is a holiday story…but it’s short, sweet, and naughty, so I overlook the seasonal theme :P)

Lizzie tapped her nails on the desk and stared at the clock. Three fifteen—only ten more minutes before she could leave. All her grading was done, her lessons were set for the next week and she was eager to get home. She wanted to put up decorations, get a tree, bake Christmas cookies.

And see what Jason had left her for day four.

In an effort to avoid looking at the clock, Lizzie walked through her classroom and snagged errant scraps of paper and two thoroughly chewed pencils before tossing them in the trash. Bending over to grab a lingering piece of crumpled math homework, she tried, once again, to figure out what the heck Jason was up to. After almost a year with the man, she still couldn’t read him sometimes—and she had super teacher perception. Three days ago, he’d become even more confusing.

She’d come home that afternoon to a package sitting on their doorstep with a big red one on the top. She’d been confused and opening it hadn’t helped. Inside sat a deep blue silk robe and a note from Jason. Lizzie, this is the first of twelve presents, one for each of the twelve days of Christmas. The blue matches your eyes and I can’t wait to gaze into them again. Wear it and think of me. Love, Jason.

Her breath condensed on the air as she delicately picked her way across the parking lot, keeping away from the patches of ice scattered across the pavement. Thinking of the presents she’d received the next two days kept the cold at bay—jasmine-scented candles, her favorite, and massage oil.

Once inside her car, she puzzled over Jason’s intent. Was he trying to reignite their flagging sex life? Maybe reverse the downward spiral their relationship had taken? Lizzie banged her head against the steering wheel and decided there was nothing she could do about it except go home and wait for her confusing boyfriend.

And his fourth present.

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Jason was glad to find the condo empty when he got home. He’d taken an early flight out of Albany so he could surprise Lizzie when she came home from work. Which should be any minute now.

Box four in hand, Jason sat on the brown leather recliner in their living room. He’d spent the last ten minutes pacing, wearing a track from the door, through the living room, into the bedroom and back. But his legs had grown too shaky for even that, so he dropped onto their plush loveseat to wait.

Jason was well aware of the risk he took, exposing Lizzie to his hidden sexual proclivities. But he needed her to know him, accept him, before their relationship could grow. Or sputter and die. He hated the latter alternative. The last year had been the best of his life and at this point he couldn’t imagine a future without Lizzie.

A deep ache settled into his chest and he rubbed the muscle over his heart. Though the thought of losing her hurt, he couldn’t hide from her anymore. Every time they made love, his stomach churned from fear that maybe this time, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.

At least he wouldn’t need to wait much longer for her reaction. No more than twelve days, and then he’d either be alone again, or she’d be wearing the engagement ring he’d bought last week.

He was desperate to see that ring on her finger. To know that she was his, that despite his kinks, she loved him.

The beep of her car lock sounded and Jason smoothed a hand through his short brown hair and across his freshly shaved face. He set the present on their glass coffee table and headed for the door, opening it just as she had her keys poised at the lock.

“Surprise,” he said. Way to sound lame.

“Jason. You’re home early.” Her eyes darted away and he took a step back, giving her space to enter. She took off her boots, resting them on the rubber mat in their entryway. Her fingers loosened the knot and the laces with care and Jason knew she was stalling for time.

“I got an earlier flight,” he said to break the silence. Jason scratched his chin, hating the distance between them. “I missed you. Needed to come home to you.”

She set down her second boot and looked up at him. “It’s been empty without you here.”

Well it wasn’t a declaration of love, but he’d take it. He grabbed her by the hand and drew her to his recliner and onto his lap. She curled up and tucked her head beneath his chin. His chest tightened with love and nerves.

When she stiffened against him, he knew she’d seen the waiting box. She sat upright and turned to him with questions—maybe eagerness?—scrawled across her face.

“Open it.” He held his breath as she unwrapped the small package, folding the paper into a precise rectangle. Lizzie, his little neat freak. The deliberate movements of her hands and her prim way of opening everything from the newspaper to cereal boxes to presents fascinated him and gave him one more thing to love about her. Hell, sometimes it even turned him on.

She cocked her head to the side in what he thought of as her curious little bird pose and popped open the lid of the box to reveal a blue silk eye mask. She turned to him with one eyebrow cocked. “I’m sleeping just fine, Jason.”

Though he tried not to read into her words, he cringed inside. He didn’t want her to sleep poorly without him, per se, but would it be too much to ask for her not to be sleeping fine?

She’d always been able to read him, almost as well as he could read her, and she cupped his cheek. “I’ve missed you, Jason. The bed is empty without you.”

He kissed her before saying. “Yeah, hotel beds leave much to be desired. Mainly, you.” Her pupils dilated and he kissed her again, lingering on her lips. “Besides, the blindfold isn’t for sleeping.” Holding her gaze, he watched the understanding fly across her face, only to be replaced with warm delight.

“Oh, it’s that kind of blindfold. How very inventive.” Her grin gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t run from his desires.

He stroked her back, enjoying the softness of her gray sweater. But it would have to come off. “Why don’t you go change into your robe and point me in the direction of the candles and oil.”

She shuddered under his hand and her breathing hitched. Their eyes locked as she answered. “Okay. And everything’s in our bedroom.”

Our bedroom—he loved hearing that. And it was past time he showed her just how much. “Then change in the bathroom, love, and I’ll have everything set up when you’re done.”

She set the blindfold down on the coffee table and got to her feet. Her thick socks softened her footsteps to the bedroom suite and he couldn’t pull his eyes away from her retreating figure. Curves in all the right places and an ass just made for spanking. The thought had plagued him since their first date all those months ago. Jason knew smacking her tight ass would make the most beautiful sound. His cock tightened beneath his slacks at the thought—and the hope that he’d get to hear it, see her submit, soon enough.

Snagging the blindfold and the lighter lying next to the living room’s fireplace, he followed her into the bedroom.

Let the games begin.