Eden/Eve: As some of you may already know, my boyfriend Sam Saturday is the owner and creative genius behind Saturday Buffet, the fabulous video production company who made the trailers for my books THE TURNING KISS and more recently EVER: THE TURNING. Sam is here at the Smutketeers blog to tell us more about his new video production business, how and why it got started, and a little about his vision for romance book trailers. I hope you’ll all give him a warm welcome! Okay-not *that* warm-he’s mine, ladies. ..:) Eden/Eve: Hi, Sam-it’s lovely to have you here with the Smutketeers! It feels funny to say that while you’re sitting only a few feet away from me, but the virtual universe is a strange place…So-why don’t you tell people about your background in film and other creative arts?
Sam: Hi, Eden! Thanks for inviting me on Smutketeers. That also feels funny to say considering I’ve been sneaking my way into the Smutketeers world for a while now ;) And for full disclosure, you wrote these questions while I was napping in your office. It’s cozy in there!
Okay, artsy stuff. Let’s see, I guess I can traces my serious creative interests back to high school when I started writing stage plays. My school had a pretty good theater program that allowed students to write and produce their own original works. So for most of my high school career I was writing short comedies, submitting them to theater competitions, having them performed by other students and also winning writing awards (yeah!).
When I was in the twelfth grade I started drawing comic strips. They were really crude–just stick figures making fun of my fellow students and teachers. For some reason I thought my school would want to publish them in a student magazine. Wrong! But I kept drawing anyway, and by my first year of college I was creating original comic characters and drawing strips about them. This would have been around 1998 when web comics were a brand new thing. I figured getting in on that scene was easier than getting a play produced (no actors, producers or directors to deal with!). From about 2000 to 2009 I drew a comic strip called “Load,” self-published my original comic books & art, and had various work printed in other magazines.
At the same time I was drawing my comics I was also earning degrees in both telecommunications production and film production. I learned to write scripts, shoot footage for TV and film, do non-linear editing on a computer, mix sound, add graphics and all kinds of other stuff. For my final projects in film school I wrote one short film and art-directed another. I got into art direction because it mixed my love of drawing and design with my interest in movies.
After college I moved to Los Angeles and got an internship with an established film & TV production designer. Under him I learned to design sets, plan their creation and supervise their construction. Theoretically I learned to build stuff myself, but unfortunately I’m a lot better at planning & conceptualizing than I am at wielding a circular saw! Anyway, I ended up getting hired for art direction gigs on some low-budget films, the highlight being a musical starring Snoop Dogg. It was pretty surreal.
Eden/Eve: Talk a little about how you became interested in doing book trailers for romance authors, and what makes your trailers different from some of the others out there.
Sam: The book trailer thing happened pretty quickly and almost without warning. Over the last few years I’d been making little videos and uploading them to YouTube. Most of the videos were related to my comics. I was taking comic panels, setting them to music and giving the characters voices. Others were weird music videos of me performing my poetry over music. None of this was particularly serious, but I had fun doing it.
For a little over a year now I’ve read a lot of erotic romance books, most of which you’ve recommended. Before you and I met romance was never a genre that I’d known much about. So I’ve been doing a lot of reading to get to know the industry better.
Then earlier this year you and the Smutketeers needed a promotional video made. It was going to be shown at the Romantic Times Bookslovers Convention. For some reason the convention was fast approaching and there wasn’t a video ready. So one night I looked at you and said “Why don’t I just make it?” And that’s how this came about:
Everyone seemed to like it, so I figured I’d give making other videos a shot. So next I made a trailer for your book, “The Turning Kiss,” and people liked that one, too. Around this time Smutketeer R.G. Alexander (hey!) made a very enthusiastic declaration that I should make a business out of this. She was very forceful about it. And quite scary, too :P Well obviously I couldn’t ignore R.G.’s advice, so since then I’ve made videos for other authors, including one for Smutketeer Karen Erickson and another for New York Times-bestseller Shelli Stevens.
In all the years I’ve been writing, drawing, publishing, designing, etc, I’d never once thought about making book trailers. Actually, I didn’t even know book trailers existed before you and I met! But it turns out I really like making them. I get to combine my interests in film, visual design, storytelling and music. Also, this may sound weird, but I like creating something that isn’t necessarily representing “me.” Sure, if I make a crappy trailer then that’s on me, but making a good trailer gets people excited for someone else’s work, which, it turns out, is really rewarding.
To answer your question about what make my trailers different, I would say it’s my focus on pacing and movement. I’m very committed to the idea that trailers need to “move.” Nearly all book trailers are made up of stock images and text, which themselves are not particularly exciting. That’s why I like to keep everything active. I pan and zoom the camera over the best parts of images. I make the text fade in & out in interesting ways. I time everything with the music. It’s really important to me that the trailers I make are not boring. Trailers have a limited amount of time to make an impression on the viewer and every viewer is a potential reader for my client. So keep it snappy!
Eden/Eve: I think most of us writers are so buried in writing our stories, we haven’t had a chance to think about how the process works in putting together a video. Without going too techy on us, maybe you can share some info about how you go about it.
Sam: Most of the process isn’t particularly techy. The important thing is finding the idea. The first thing I do is talk to the author (preferably via phone or Skype, not email) and find out what they want people to know about their book. It’s also important to find out what they don’t want people to know about it, since this can lead to interesting ideas about how we can create mystery. Once I know what’s important about the story I can start working out the trailer’s script (although some authors may want to write the script themselves, which is fine). While the author and I are talking I’ll begin visualizing the video, and at some point during the conversation I’ll just start pitching ideas to see how the author responds. Eventually we’ll work our way to an idea that clicks for both of us.
At that point I’ll write the basic script and find potential images and music. This can sometimes take a few days, depending on my schedule. I’ll then present the author what I think is the best selection of pictures, art and music for their video so they can tell me what works and doesn’t work for them. And once they give their approval on the separate elements I’ll start assembling the video. This is actually the easiest part for me. I just sit down at my desk, edit the images and then bang my head on my computer until a video pops out. Easy! Then I send the video to the author and ask if there’s any final changes they want. And once it’s all done we put the video online and bask in the digital applause.
Eden/Eve: Okay-now tell them why living with an erotic romance author is so awesome! (Lie if you have to-I’m totally good with that).
Sam: I can make dirty jokes under the pretense of suggesting an idea for a book. Also, chocolate is considered a business expense.
Eden/Eve: Since you’re our guest blogger today, we’ll have to take a moment to torture you with the same either/or questions we end most of our guest interviews with. Just go with us on this stuff, okay? There may be a back rub in it for you later…
~Beer or girly drink with an umbrella?
-Can I just have a girly umbrella?
~Boxers, briefs or commando?
-Operation Dumbo Drop.
~Chocolate or vanilla?
-There’s something other than chocolate??
~5 star hotel or camping under the stars?
-Hotels are under the stars, too, you know.
~Tattoos or piercings?
~Hugs or kisses?
-Is this still about chocolate?
…and now for the tough one… ~Muppets or Fraggle Rock?
-That’s a trick question. Fraggles ARE Muppets.
Eden/Eve: You can find Sam at www.SaturdayBuffet.com where you can see all of his current video work, as well as some graphics he’s done for me.
BONUS: And through the end of August, Sam is offering a $50.00 discount off video production to anyone referred to him through Smutketeers!
That’s right, ladies and gents! (Though I’m guessing mostly ladies, since, ya know, I write the romantically inclined smut.) In any case, the final edition in my Unbelievable series is out today from Samhain Publishing. Heck yeah, I’m super excited about it!
This story has been a long time in coming, and I’ve had a lot of people ask when I was going to write this book, Mason and Celia’s story. Yes, I got each and every one of your emails, and I finally managed to find the time between other deadlines to get it done. Just for you guys, I promise. You’re welcome.
So, without further ado, let me give you a lil excerpt of the fun and games (or divorced bitterness, actually) that was this book. I do love those challenging characters, don’t you?
She has two words for love. “Make me.” Then love changes the rules…
As far as hairstylist Celia Occam is concerned, she’s struck out at marriage twice, and there will be no “third time’s a charm”. So what if one salon employee and the town gossip seem dead set on fixing her up with Prince Charming. She’s nobody’s princess.
She’s all for scratching the occasional itch with the right man, but flirtatious firefighter Mason Delacroix is all wrong. Besides, with three broken engagements on his romantic rap sheet, even a one-night mattress mambo sounds like a bad idea.
From the first moment Mason encounters Celia’s emotional barriers, he’s determined to turn up the heat as high as it takes to melt the ice. If the whole town wants to back him up by playing Cupid, he’s on board. Track record be damned. He wants Celia, and he’s ready for permanent.
When her self-appointed guardian angels conspire to lock them in the basement, their long-denied chemistry explodes. She finds herself relishing every moment—though her subconscious is already on the run.
Funny thing, though. Every time she zigs, Mason’s already zagged. Making her wonder if this time it’s for real, or if Cupid is just up to its old tricks.
How did she get herself into these messes? Oh, right. She had friends with the utter gall to be happy.
Celia Occam rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the fact that she was up to her eyeballs in decorations for her best friend’s surprise wedding reception. Aubrey had eloped with her new husband Price a few weeks before, without any of the frills of a real wedding, so a surprise party to celebrate the occasion was in order. Actually, the owner of the local bed and breakfast inn had insisted on throwing the shindig and had roped Celia into helping put it together. Silver balloons and navy blue streamers hung from every surface of the B&B.
“Give me a hand with this, won’t you, dear?” Mrs. Chambers called. The elderly woman—and certified small town busybody—wobbled on top of a stepladder, the white knot coiled on top of her head wobbling even more precariously.
Celia’s heart tripped when she saw the old lady go up on her tiptoes to string more streamers from a doorway. “Get down, Mrs. Chambers.”
“Oh, I can do it. Just hold—”
“No, ma’am.” She leaped up from where she knelt attaching a table skirt, jogging over to brace the other woman’s legs. “Please, stop. I can take care of it for you. Really. Come away from there.”
“If you insist.” Climbing down with more grace than Celia would have imagined, Mrs. Chambers brushed off her dress. Then she wagged her finger. “I’ve told you to call me Tori.”
“Right. Tori.” Celia sighed in relief at having the older woman on solid ground, grabbed the dangling end of the streamer, and hopped up on the ladder while Tori watched. “I might slip and call you Mrs. C sometimes, Mrs. C.”
“So I see.” Tori laughed, but then her tone turned coy and teasing. “Mason Delacroix is coming to the party tonight.”
Celia’s heart thumped at the mention of his name. She stomped down on the reaction, ignoring it as she had for the year she’d known him. Forcing her voice into nonchalance, she busied herself with hanging more paper doodads. “Well, he’s the groom’s brother, so I assumed you invited him.”
“He’s such a nice young man. Handsome, too.” Tori handed her a piece of tape for the next streamer. “I think he likes you.”
“I think he’d just like to get in my pants,” Celia muttered.
“What was that, dear?”
“Nothing.” She glanced down and smiled as innocently as she could, which wasn’t very, but she gave it a shot.
Tori’s white bun teetered when she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Lately, she’d been hell-bent in her mission to fix Celia and Mason up, and she fired a new salvo. “He’d be good for you, and he does like you. You should take him up on it the next time he asks you out. He’s not going to your hair salon just for his looks.”
Of course, everyone knew Mason made appointments at Occam’s Razor to have her shave his head on a regular basis. Each time he’d come in, he’d asked her out. But he hadn’t come in the last few weeks, and his hair had grown into a dark stubble. It did nothing to detract from his good looks. Tori was right about that… Mason was undeniably handsome.
When Celia didn’t respond, Tori heaved a dramatically disappointed sigh. “I’ll just go see if Jerry needs help in the kitchen.”
“You do that.” Celia shook her head as the town gossip bustled away, reluctant affection winding through her. Mrs. Chambers got her hair washed and styled at Celia’s salon at least three times a week, just for an excuse to eavesdrop on any juicy conversations that might be going on. The woman knew everything about everyone—her abilities in that arena never failed to impress Celia. Spending a good portion of her childhood in Cedarville meant everyone knew everything about Celia’s sordid past already, so she didn’t have to worry about what Tori might hear about her. Ah, small town life.
Tell me about your favorite falling-in-love-after-love-kicked-you-down book or movies in the comments and you’ll be entered to win a copy of the first book in the series, IF YOU BELIEVE. I’ll announce who the winner is, right here on Friday at noon.
Today is the big day! It’s time for the finals of Smutketeer Idol! You the readers have voted and your favorites are ready to compete for the big prize.
But first…we’d like to take a moment to introduce you to our sponsor and mentor, Ebook Addicts Reviews owner and operator, T.
T, the ebookaddict, is the only non-writer in the International Heat group. The ladies probably keep her around for comic relief, but she loves and adores them anyway. She calls the IH ladies her sisters at heart and they are. T enjoys reading and reviewing books—the smuttier and naughtier, the better. However, she warns the Smutketeer wannabes that it’s important not to forget the romance or the story just won’t work. Male/male is what she enjoys the most, but she has been known to occasionally dip into a male/male/female ménage every once in a great occasion, especially if it has one of the International Heat ladies’ names on it. You can check out T’s reviews at http://ebookaddictreviews.com
And now for our three finalists…
From day one…Smutketeer wannabe Jayne “Bring on the Raunchy” Rylon!
Okay, you asked for it. SUPER SMUTTY. And a sneak peek!!! Sneaky smut. From Mistress’s Master, Men in Blue 3, coming September 6th. Things you should know… First, Lily has been dosed with a sex drug and she’s in pain unless she’s being touched. Second, she arranged her safewords with Jeremy so that no means yes and yes means no in order to put on a show of forced seduction for the benefit of the bad guys. Whew. If that’s too confusing out of context, just read for the smut :P Thank you so much for putting me through to the second round and thanks to the Smutketeers for hosting our little competition. Happy reading!
“Clint, Matt.” Jeremy glanced between his friends. “Suit up. Give it to her.”
Lily mourned the loss when Jeremy slipped from between her legs. A trickle of her arousal chased him down her thigh. She’d come hard enough to rattle her molars, and still she burned. Though she’d always enjoyed sex with multiple partners, she would have given what remained of her life savings to have this man topping her and teaching her to love it again and again.
She must have closed her eyes as she took stock of the internal devastation he’d left in the wake of his passing, as damaging as an F5 tornado. What had happened to her carefully constructed defenses? How had he razed them with one simple fuck?
Nothing about Jeremy could be uncomplicated. If she were honest, months of slow erosion had weakened the foundation of her convictions. Nights filled with seductive dreams had piqued her curiosity.
Now she knew. One taste of him would never suffice.
So where had he gone? She searched the limited field of her vision. Had he slaked his craving? Would his interest persist after taming Mistress Lily?
There could be no doubt between them. She’d crumbled in the face of his mastery.
Sex Offender amplified her lingering arousal until it became painful and insistent. She needed to fuck. The one man she wanted was nowhere to be found.
She moaned when he crouched beside her shoulder, tipping her face toward his.
Jeremy rained kisses over her cheeks, her forehead and her lips. He leaned in close to murmur in her ear. “I don’t need drugs to addict me to you. We’re going to talk about that stunt later. It’s not your right to harm my property.”
She groaned as she pictured herself bound to his bed with smooth silk ties. Candlelight flickered over her bare body before splashes of fragrant wax transformed her into a canvas, primed to display his Pollock-esque art. The altered chemistry of her brain advocated the idea. Her abdomen flexed as her pussy squeezed, hugging only air.
Damn it, she needed him. However she had to buy his touch.
“That’s right. I might have to dole out some discipline before I feed my cock to your hungry pussy. Soon.”
“Promise?” She couldn’t believe the wistful rasp shading her question.
“Yeah.” His rare full-on smile stole her breath. “Watching you take these men will have me hard. Fast. It won’t be long before we’re joined again. And next time it’ll be even better.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible.”
“Flattery won’t save you, slave.” He raised his voice for all to hear as he regained his feet. “You’re nowhere near finished. In fact, you’ve only begun.”
Lily cast her gaze around the stage. Spectators encroached, shrinking the diameter of free space buffering her from the swarming masses. Several of the men in the front row rubbed their crotches through their fetish gear. A few extracted their cocks, rubbing slow and long or fast and furious over the tips of their dicks as they observed Clint inch between her legs.
A cramp gripped her, forcing her to groan despite her gritted teeth. The relaxation of her orgasm faded as the temporary reprieve Jeremy had granted disintegrated and the scalding urge to procreate returned, stealing her sanity.
“Come on, Clint.” Jeremy gripped her tethered wrists in one hand. She stared up at where he stood—legs spread, one hand on his hip—and encouraged his colleague to fuck her. Not because he got off on watching, though he might, but because he correctly interpreted her cravings. “If you can’t do it, move aside. She’s getting worse. I won’t stand for anyone to hurt her.”
A few of the guests took a step back.
The authority in Jeremy’s tone might have given her pause too if she hadn’t been the recipient of his protection. Another blast of desire ripped through her, this time knotting her muscles until she swore a charley horse wrung her uterus.
“Breathe.” Jeremy covered her mouth with his warm lips and infused her with a taste of peach candy. Who would guess a man like him would have a sweet tooth?
She inhaled, if only to draw the scent of him into her lungs.
“That’s it.” He shared several puffs of air with her, establishing a pattern. “Keep it up.”
She focused on obeying as he monitored her implementation of his feedback. After a handful of breaths, he nodded.
“What are you waiting for?” he growled at Clint.
The officer drew a triangle between her, Jeremy and Matt. When his stare clashed with his partner’s, he shrugged. “Is this insane?”
“Yes.” Matt scrubbed his hands through his exceptionally short hair. “Totally.”
Lily cried out when a spasm clenched her toes. From breasts to pussy, her nerves screamed. Her nails scraped Jeremy’s forearm when her fingers curled into fists. Why wouldn’t someone touch her?
“Get out of my way. I’ll fuck her if you won’t.”
Ryan deflected the man who attempted to breach the shrinking gap between her and the throng of Morselli’s acquaintances.
“It’s crazy. But she needs it. You.” Matt placed his hand on Clint’s shoulder then nudged his partner closer to her. “Do it.”
“Are you sure, Lily?”
He didn’t hear her whimpered, “No.”
“She’s not calling the shots.” Jeremy diverted attention from her as she mouthed a thank you in Matt’s direction. “Her fate is in my hands. And I say fuck her.”
Clint cursed as he surrounded his hard-on with his thick fingers. He glanced in her direction. “I can’t resist.”
She wrestled with the raw passion singeing her guts until something warm and smooth nudged her pussy. A shriek ripped past her lips before she could stop it.
If he’d pulled back any faster, Clint would have busted his ass.
Ben prevented him from retreating another step. The slave wasn’t timid. He put his hands on Clint’s waist and guided the other man into place.
Encouragement bubbled up then crescendoed as bystanders joined the chant. “Do it. Do it. Do it.”
This time, when Clint touched the tip of his erection to her soaked folds, he didn’t hesitate. Lily trembled as he worked his length inside her. She soaked in the pressure of Jeremy’s hands, which cupped her shoulders, planting her in place. He braced her for his friend to plow into.
“Oh, shit.” Clint’s erection throbbed where it lodged partially inside her. “She’s on fire. That stuff she took…”
“It’s more than that.” Jeremy’s declaration brimmed with pride. “She’s flawless. Adventurous. Dying to please me, and you because I’ve expressed my wish. Give it to her, Clint.”
The fun-loving cop turned serious. He clutched the cords suspending her. Level with his solid chest, his fists closed around the pair attached in the crease between her spread thighs and her hips. She sighed as he soothed some of the intensity inside her, turning it into ecstasy.
“Good girl.” Jeremy petted her hair, wrapping the long length around his hands. “Does he feel nice inside that steamy pussy?”
“No.” She squirmed in an attempt to lock them together more solidly. Instead, her motion squeezed Clint from her depths as he began to thrust, still edging deeper inside the inferno of her body.
“Little liar.” Jeremy grinned as he bent slightly, reaching for her breasts.
She choked when he palmed the mounds. Under the influence of Sex Offender, it felt like he’d draped a cool, damp cloth over massive sunburn.
“You three, put your hands on her. Touch her. Everywhere.” Jeremy jerked his chin at Ben, Ryan and Matt.
Next up is finalist #2, Lexxie “Everything’s better with Lube” Couper
This excerpt is from Tropical Sin, my September 6th Samhain release. Enjoy ;)
The glass was hard against Aidan’s palm, cool against his flushed flesh. He closed his fingers around its dimpled length, his dick jerking at the somehow carnal contact.
There was no denying what the object in his hand was designed for—the giving of pleasure.
His head swam and he ground his teeth, gazing at Nick over the top of McKenzie’s head. He remembered the conversation with Kylie and Mack so very, very well. The second Kylie—not anywhere near as tipsy on champagne as McKenzie—had uttered the suggestion he help his best friend out with her unexpected sexual curiosity, his prick had jumped to aching attention and his heart had slammed into his throat.
Much like they did now, although he doubted his cock could get any harder than it already was.
He curled his fingers tighter around the dildo’s dimpled girth, his head swimming some more. From the corner of his eye he saw Nick move, rolling a fresh condom down the length of his erection, but the sight barely registered in his rapture-fogged brain. “Babe…” he murmured against McKenzie’s temple.
“Oh God, Aidan.” She arched into his fingers still sheathed inside her sweet, wet pussy. “If you don’t fuck me with that now…”
He didn’t need her to finish.
Neither it seemed, did Nick.
With one simple move, the singer scooped McKenzie’s right leg up into the crook of his elbow, spreading her folds wide.
The heady scent of her musk filled Aidan’s breath, and, impossible as it was, his cock pulsed with fresh blood, growing thicker and longer and harder.
Jesus, how could he be in this much pain and feel this goddamn good?
“She is so ready for you, mate.”
Nick’s low statement speared into his groin. The man was correct—McKenzie’s juices flowed from her spread pussy, coating Aidan’s fingers. He withdrew them from her tight heat, stopping at the swollen nub of her clit. She hissed as he rolled the tiny button of flesh under his fingertips, her hips bucking upward once in a violent thrust. “Aidan…”
She hadn’t finished calling his name when he slid the glass dildo into her sodden channel. Burying its dimpled length into her.
“Oh God!” she cried out, her arms reaching up behind her, snaring around his neck and shoulders. “Oh God, yes.”
He withdrew the dildo a little, McKenzie’s hitching whimpers telling him exactly what those tiny beads all over its length were doing to her, and then plunged it back into her, squeezing her breast and fingering her clit as he did so.
“Fuck!” The word left her on a breathless scream, followed by nonsensical moans as Nick stepped closer into her spread legs and closed his free hand over her other breast.
“Tell me how you feel, McKenzie,” Nick commanded, his lips roaming her cheek, her jaw. “Tell me what Aidan is doing to you.”
She shook her head, her body quivering against Aidan’s, her pussy weeping her pleasure. “I can’t…I can’t…” she panted, clinging tighter to Aidan’s shoulders. The position thrust her breasts upward, a fact he reveled in as he watched Nick capture her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Aidan’s mouth watered, the need to suck on that pebbled form so great he growled.
“Yes, you can,” Nick ground out, and it was only the raw tone of his voice that told Aidan the man was on a tightrope of control as well. “Tell me how good Aidan is making you feel and he will let you come.”
“I…” McKenzie’s gasp was barely a word. She pushed her hips upward, riding the dildo as much as Nick’s hold on her leg would let her. Her heart hammered—Aidan could feel its frantic rhythm pound through her body into his. It was an intoxicating beat he felt all the way to his soul.
“Tell me, babe,” he whispered against her temple. “Please…please, tell me.”
“Oh God,” she panted, writhing into each thrust and stroke and penetration he made with the glass dick. “Oh God, Aidan, I…you…”
Nick dipped his head, and Aidan let out a growl of arousal at the sight of the man closing his lips over one of McKenzie’s erect nipples. He saw Nick’s cheeks concave, he heard McKenzie whimper immediately after. His cock jerked some more, so engorged with need it was excruciating.
“Tell me, Mack.” He slid the dildo in and out of her gripping sex. “Tell me how I make you feel.”
She bucked, one hand burying in Nick’s hair. “I…” Her voice grew higher. Her breath grew shallower. “I…, oh, Aidan, oh God…I…I…too good…this is…so…”
He plunged the dildo back inside her, his body on fire. “Oh babe, I need to be inside you now.”
His declaration tore from his throat.
“Fuck, so do I,” Nick groaned, lifting his head from her breast. “Will you let us take you both at the same time, McKenzie?”
Her grip on the back of Aidan’s neck grew fierce. His mouth went dry.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I want that. I want that so badly.”
“Aidan’s going to fuck your arse, McKenzie.” Nick’s voice was barely more than a rasping breath. “Aidan’s going to bury that massive dick of his into your tight arse and I’m going to fill you with mine. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she moaned, squirming on the dildo impaled in her sex. “Yes.”
Aidan’s cock throbbed. His ears roared. He withdrew the thick, glass length one last time, pinching her clit as he did so.
“Oh, God, I’m coming,” McKenzie screamed.
Warm cream gushed from her pussy, coating his hand, his fingers. She clung to him, to Nick, making nonsensical noises as her climax detonated through her. It poured from her, turning the air to sweet musk, filling the room with the wet sounds of her release.
He thrust the dildo in once more, his balls full with need, his heart smashing in his chest, and then, unable to control himself any more, he pulled it free of her folds, threw it aside and swiped his drenched fingers from her pussy up to her anus. Spreading her wet pleasure to the tightest opening of her body.
“Lube?” He flicked Nick a harried look. He was coming undone here. He wouldn’t hold on much longer. He couldn’t—
Nick held up the tube, and Aidan couldn’t help but note the man had already removed the lid. He lifted his own hand and without a word, Nick squeezed some of the cool, thick liquid onto his fingers. Fingers that trembled when he applied the lubrication to his straining cock.
“Gonna try to take it slow, Mack.” He pressed his face to the side of her neck. “Gonna try.”
She shook her head, fisting her hand in the sweat-matted hair at his nape. “Don’t.”
The command was all it took to push him to the edge. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, dragged his thumb over its tip, painting his already lubricated flesh with his viscous precome, and then pressed it to McKenzie’s cream-slicked anus.
“Now, Aidan,” she gasped, trembling. “Now.”
He penetrated her tightness. One ring of muscle, the other, the other. Fighting to go slow. Almost losing. Almost.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she cried, her spine arching, her nails digging into his scalp. “That feels so fucking good.”
“As will this,” Aidan heard Nick promise, a second before he saw the man shift his position slightly, his hips rolling upward.
And then Aidan felt Nick’s cock sink into McKenzie’s pussy. Felt Nick’s cock slide against his through the thin wall of McKenzie’s heat. And then all rational, cohesive thought deserted him and he became a creature of elemental pleasure.
McKenzie’s name falling from his lips.
And the final contestant in Smutketeer Idol is Mari “Sexy Cougar” Carr
As he walked across the stage, his eyes never left hers. He oozed confidence, hunger, sex. Emma was certain every woman in the room was as spellbound by him as she. When he reached her side, he held out his hand.
She smiled and shook her head. “Mine.”
He scowled, but he didn’t argue. Instead he lowered his hand and shrugged as if to say, “It’s your show.”
The dancers had remained motionless until that point. At the first sign of Jack’s acquiescence, they moved back into the play. As Emma oversaw the scene, one of the female dancers began to unbutton Jack’s shirt. When the woman’s hands began to roam, Emma moved closer, striking the dancer’s leg with the flogger as a warning. Another dancer stepped up behind Jack to pull the shirt off. Once he was naked from the waist up, Emma nodded toward two of the male actors.
Jack stiffened briefly as the men walked closer. Emma reveled in her position of power. She’d always been content to let Jack lead the way in their sexual adventures and while she knew that was the way she preferred it, she couldn’t deny there was a certain headiness to being the one in control.
The men escorted Jack to the beam, each of them lifting and securing one of Jack’s wrists to the manacles. When they were finished, they stepped back, allowing Emma to tighten the chain, pulling his arms high above his head.
A quick glimpse below Jack’s waist proved he wasn’t exactly opposed to this role-reversal either. His cock was straining against the denim of his jeans and Emma briefly wished the rest of the audience were gone so she could free him and take him as she wanted.
The other dancers resumed their spots on the outer edges of the stage. The men sat once more as the women recommenced their sensual lap dances. Emma knew they were merely for decoration. She had no doubt every eye was following her motions, curious about what she’d do next.
She lifted the suede flogger and, starting at his temple, dragged it tantalizingly down his body. Jack appeared to stop breathing when she moved it below his waist toward his cock.
“You might not want to injure the crown jewels,” he murmured under his breath.
She gave him an angry glance, warning him to remain silent. It was a tricky look to maintain considering she was laughing inside at his jest.
Raising the flogger once more, she bid him to open his mouth. Jack obeyed, but his look let her know there would be a serious reckoning for everything she dished out on this stage. While she suspected he erroneously thought that would slow her down, it only proved to her she’d better get her money’s worth now while she had him at her mercy. She pushed the handle between his lips and ordered him to bite down.
Once he held the flogger in his mouth, she looked toward the stage manager, who started the next song. “Pump It” by the Black Eyed Peas began coursing throughout the club. The dancers began to move in time with the fast pace and Emma picked up the beat, walking around Jack, her hands touching every part of him as the women in the crowd began to cheer.
The dancers leaned over the men seated beneath them, pumping their hips up and down. Emma reached up to retrieve her toy, bidding Jack to turn around. The chain had enough give that he could face the audience or the wooden beam. When she lightly tapped the suede straps against his leg, Jack issued her a gaze promising retribution before he turned away from the audience.
Emma raised the flogger, swinging it first toward his jeans-covered ass. She could see the dancers had cast the chairs aside and the couples were performing a dance that screamed sex. The temperature on the stage increased and Emma felt sweat trickle between her breasts.
Jack released a breath after her third lashing. The thick denim and her light swings were ensuring he felt no pain. Once he relaxed, she moved in for the kill.
Raising her arm again, she remembered Travis’ lessons as she swung hard—and brought the flogger down on Jack’s bare back.
Jack jerked and, for the first time, he fought against the bonds at his wrists. She didn’t pause, didn’t lose the beat as she lashed him five more times. Tiny red marks crisscrossed his smooth skin, slick with sweat. She felt her own arousal grow as she imagined those same marks, that same pain on her own back. What wouldn’t she give in that moment to trade places with her lover? She couldn’t think of a single thing.
As the song neared its end, Emma dropped the flogger to the stage, turning her captive back toward the audience. She’d expected surprise, perhaps even a bit of anger in Jack’s gaze. What she wasn’t prepared for was the unconcealed hunger.
She heard several women in the audience cheer loudly, appreciating that look as well. She was going to have to keep a closer eye on her boyfriend after this.
Stepping closer, Emma rose on tiptoe to kiss her captive lover. If she’d had any illusions of being in control, Jack wiped them away in an instant. His lips claimed hers, devouring her, letting her know in no uncertain terms he’d allowed everything that had occurred on this stage to happen.
It was that knowledge that changed the tide for Emma.
The dancers moved into position for the final beats of the song. During rehearsal, the plan had been for Emma to raise her flogger one last time, the lights flashing off with her frozen in that frame.
She changed her mind. As the last pulse of the song played, Emma dropped to her knees, signaling her own submission.
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Welcome to day three of Smutketeer Idol. Be sure to check out the Smutketeers at IH.
International Heat is taking over the Smutketeers’ blog and bringing the HOT stuff. Today, we continue the last day of “auditions” to see who will become the NEXT HONORARY SMUTKETEER!!!
The rules of the game are simple (think American Idol). Simply read today’s smutty excerpts and in the comments section, place your vote for that day’s smuttiest. Tomorrow, the winners from each day of auditions will compete for the top spot and will be crowned HONORARY SMUTKETEER (at least for that day)!
Anne Rainey is the author of more than twenty steamy romance books—most of which you’ll hide from your mother. From the first filthy scene Anne surreptitiously read, she’s been obsessed with sexy, muscular men and the women they’re intent on handcuffing and spanking.
Excerpt from So Sensitive
“Turn around.” Wade’s deep voice allowed no room for argument.
And still, Gracie pushed. “Why?”
Wade planted both hands on the counter beside her, caging her in. “Do as I said, Gracie.”
In that moment in time, Gracie knew the truth. Wade owned her. Irrevocably and completely. She would do anything for him. The notion sent a jolt of fear clear to her soul. No man should ever have such power over a woman.
On shaking legs, Gracie turned and faced the kitchen cabinets. Waiting, for what she didn’t know, proved to be a lesson in patience. It seemed like an hour passed before Wade spoke again. This time, his words had her pussy creaming.
“You lied to me, baby,” he whispered, his lips caressing the shell of her ear. “As far as I can see there’s only one thing to do about that.”
Gracie braced herself, anticipating the spanking she knew Wade would deliver. Only nothing happened. “Wade?”
“Hush, Gracie. I won’t be rushed.” When large hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed, Gracie groaned. “You wanted me for months, but you turned me down. Time and again. And then you have the nerve to lie about it to my face. That’s very naughty.” He caressed her through the denim, and Gracie knew a kind of torment she’d never experienced before. She ached to have his hard, callused hands against her flesh. Warming her with the erotic spanking she knew was coming.
Still, he took his time.
“So many times I went home after one of your rejections and was forced to take myself in hand. Do you know what that means, Gracie?”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. His hands kept petting and kneading. She shook her head from side to side, already losing the thread of the conversation.
“It means, my Fiery Angel, that I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock,” he whispered. “I had to wrap my own fist around it. Your image stayed in my head while I stroked. Your denials too. I came, vowing that someday soon it’d be your pussy I pumped full, instead of a damn tissue.”
“Oh, Wade,” she whimpered, as the image he’d created with his words flitted through her head.
“And finally here we are.” Wade’s big, warm hands cupped and massaged; he was driving her insane with his words and touches both. “I’ve fucked this tight little ass. I’ve filled your hot cunt. And you’ve taken me to heaven with that pretty mouth of yours. Unfortunately, you had to go and tell that little fib about not wanting me.”
“I-I can’t help it. I’m not used to feeling so…” She simply couldn’t put into words the way he made her feel.
“Vulnerable?” he helpfully supplied. Gracie nodded, knowing that’s exactly what had her so scared. “You think it’s any easier for me? You can’t breathe without me taking notice of it, Gracie. Everything about you fascinates me.”
Facing away made it easier to speak her mind, Gracie realized. For the first time, she let down the walls protecting her heart. “You’re too intense, Wade. I don’t know what to do with you half the time. I feel like a five-year-old going to kindergarten for the first time.”
“These are feelings we can work out. There’s no rush. I don’t need you to be a relationship expert. I only need you to be you. Open. Honest. Willing to embrace what we could have together.”
She had no words. Wade already knew how she felt about relationships, and reiterating it seemed pointless. Instead, she stayed silent and waited.
Several seconds went by before Wade murmured, “So stubborn. Soon you’ll see that I’m a good bet, sweetheart.” One strong arm wrapped around her waist. “Until then, there’s the little matter of your discipline.”
Gracie’s legs trembled as Wade unbuttoned her jeans. The zipper went down next. He pushed, and the material slid down over her hips to pool at her ankles. She felt him grip her panties and yank. The fragile silk tore in two. She moaned, more than ready to step out of her jeans and give him complete access to her body, but he stopped her with a hand on her hip.
“No. Stay still. I like you like this. Shackled at the ankles and at my mercy.” Wade rubbed his palm over one cheek and Gracie tensed. “God, I fucking love this ass. So round and creamy. I want to see it all pink, Gracie. I want you to have a stinging reminder of what happens if you ever choose to lie to me again.”
Gracie took a single breath, then yelped as Wade delivered the first hard swat to her bottom. She grabbed the counter harder and waited for the next, her clit throbbing and swollen, juices spilling down her thighs. She didn’t have to wait long before Wade’s palm came down a second and a third time.
“Reach down and play with your soft little pussy, Gracie. Do it now.”
Helpless against the sensual assault, Gracie did as Wade commanded. She slipped her hand between the counter and her body and cupped her mound.
“Fuck it with your finger, pretty baby. Get yourself off while I spank this ass.”
“Wade,” she moaned, even as she glided her middle finger into her hot, wet opening. So close. She could come so easily.
Wade slapped the left cheek of her rear two more times, then switched to the other and paid the same attention to it. Over and over, Wade alternated between hard and gentle swats. Soon, Gracie was begging and writhing, her finger deeply imbedded in her pussy.
“Damn, you’re hot,” Wade growled as he massaged the sting away with his palm. “So pretty. So naughty. You love this, don’t you? Admit it to me.”
As an answer, Gracie pushed her hips backwards, giving him better access to her ass. Her name passed his lips in a rough demand seconds before his hand landed on her stinging cheek once more. “Come for me. Let me see it.”
Given permission, Gracie moved her finger farther inside the heat of her pussy. Her body gripped the digit, sucking at her finger. Wade brought his hand down on her once more. Over and over. Gracie pumped herself faster, teasing her clit at the same time, while Wade delivered the stinging swats she craved. Unable to help herself, Gracie glanced over her shoulder. Wade stood behind her, his gaze on her ass, every inch the dominant male lover she’d imagined him to be.
Hi, I’m Mari Carr. I write erotic romance for Samhain and Ellora’s Cave. I love boxed wine, Words with Friends and rainy days. It’s been my dream to be a Smutketeer since I was old enough to read the words cock and pussy. When I was still in high school, I used to steal my dad’s Jackie Collins’ books, reading them with a flashlight late at night so my mom wouldn’t catch me. I was scandalized and mesmerized.
Today, for my audition, I’m sharing a piece from Happy Hour.
Trey threw his head back against the pillow as Grace felt each pulse of his cock, filling the condom. Jamie released her and Grace fell forward, Trey’s arms waiting to catch her, pulling her against his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Trey’s now-soft cock was lodged within her, but neither of them moved to separate.
Jamie remained behind her and a small part of her wanted to turn her head, wanted to look at his face, but there wasn’t an ounce of strength left in her body to allow even that tiny move.
Trey recovered first as she felt his arms tighten around her waist. “Spread your legs a little, baby.”
She wanted to obey, but wasn’t sure she could manage. Once more, Jamie took care of her, gently pushing her legs apart. She and Trey gasped as the motion caused her pussy to quiver against his still-buried cock. “Do you want me to move so—”
“Leave it in,” Jamie said, though her question had been directed at Trey. “You have no idea how hot it looks, seeing you with Trey’s cock buried deep inside.”
Grace closed her eyes, imagining what Jamie was seeing and she was suddenly jealous of his position on the bed.
“This might be cold,” Jamie added and she gasped when she felt him squeeze some lube directly on her ass. His finger quickly smoothed through the sticky gel, gradually working it into the puckered rosette.
He moved into her slowly, but resolutely. Now that she’d made her request and tied it up with the trust bow, Jamie seemed intent on making the experience memorable. Eventually one finger became two and soon two became three. Each addition brought a slight pinching that was quickly soothed by more lube and Jamie’s whispered sweet nothings.
Trey remained relatively quiet during her initiation, stroking her back and occasionally pressing soft kisses to the top of her head. A couple of times he hissed quietly and she knew he was feeling a bit of what Jamie was doing to her as well. His cock jerked and though it was still mostly soft, she could detect it gradually starting to rejuvenate.
Finally, she heard the sound of a package opening and a few seconds later, the head of Jamie’s cock brushed against her ass. Part of her expected Jamie to ask her once more if she was sure, so she was surprised when his cock moved lower, missing her ass altogether.
Grace felt Jamie’s hand near her pussy and Trey jerked beneath her.
“Fuck, Jamie,” Trey’s voice was the perfect mixture of shock and question. “What happened to the part about not touching each other?”
Grace tried to turn, tried to see what Jamie was doing, but her view was obstructed by Jamie’s rock-hard chest, bending over her.
“Always wanted to try something and I don’t want your condom to fall off,” Jamie replied.
“So you’re holding it on?” Grace asked, her voice laced with amusement. No wonder Trey was gritting his teeth.
“This isn’t funny, Gracie.” Trey’s words pushed her grin to the forefront.
“Sorry,” she whispered, the word coming out with a giggle.
Jamie didn’t appear to be paying any attention to their banter, his thoughts consumed by his desire. “Push your ass up a little and tell me if this hurts, Grace.”
Contrary to his intentions, his cock was poised not at the entrance to her ass, but her pussy. She shuddered, her laughter dying, but she didn’t refuse when Jamie slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her cunt alongside Trey’s. He paused.
“This will only work until he gets hard,” Jamie said, and Grace was shocked he was able to speak at all. She took a deep breath.
Trey groaned. “If you’re serious about this, you better hurry up, Jamie. That hard cock thing is gonna come sooner than you might like. Can’t believe I’m letting you touch me,” he muttered.
Grace could feel Trey’s dick thickening and knew he spoke the truth. She also thought he wasn’t as turned-off by Jamie’s hand as he pretended. Jamie pressed in the tiniest bit farther, before moving back again. He gave three shallow, gentle thrusts before pulling out completely.
Grace was speechless, breathless and more turned-on than humanly possible. “No,” she said after Jamie retreated.
He leaned forward to kiss her back. “Trust me,” he murmured. “That was about to cross from pleasure to pain very quickly.”
As he spoke, she realized Trey was totally erect once more, his cock filling her to bursting. She nodded her head jerkily twice to let Jamie know she understood.
“I’m still not sure this…” His words drifted away and she appreciated his concern, his care.
“Please.” There was no way she could turn back now. Her body was a live wire, sparking out of control, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to contain the untapped power they’d released.
He didn’t speak again, his cock pressing against her anus, pushing in until the head was lodged inside.
Hiding behind the disguise of a stay-at-home mum of four didn’t fool anyone so now Rhian Cahill has decided to embrace her dark side. Now, Rhian and Mr. Muse spend their days having sex in every way imaginable, as many times as their stamina allows and in any place big enough for two, or three or more. It’s a tough life but someone has to do it. *grin*
Excerpt from Bondi Beach Boys
Sam walked in, his blond hair still damp from the shower, and Nate glanced at the clock
to see if they had time for a quickie. They had thirty minutes until show time, plenty to get his rocks off and remove the raw edge he currently rode.
“Drop your pants.” He growled the words as he stalked across the room.
“Like that, is it?” Sam smiled with that know-it-all grin that always got Nate’s demanding nature riled up.
“Yes. Drop ’em.”
Sam turned his back, pushed his hips back, and wiggled his arse. “Make me.”
Nate almost crash-tackled him to the ground. In record time, he had the button and fly of Sam’s pants undone and the gorgeous cock hiding inside in his hand. He stroked hard, the way Sam liked it. A moan slipped from Sam’s throat and Nate ground his erection into the curve of his friend’s arse.
“I know.” Sam broke from his grasp and pushed his pants down. He always knew how to soothe the savage inside Nate. They’d been friends long before they’d become lovers, and Nate still thanked the woman who’d shown them this other side of themselves. Fumbling with his belt, he struggled to control his trembling fingers.
“Jeez, she’s really got you on edge.” Sam brushed Nate’s hands aside and dispensed with Nate’s trousers.
“Good. We’re in the same place then.”
“No offense, but I’m gonna pretend you’re her when I bury my cock in your arse.”
“None taken.” Sam slid a condom down his length, sending fire into Nate’s balls and a shudder up his spine. “I’ll be doing the same when I fuck you.”
Nate laughed as he shoved Sam over to the table. “Hold on.”
Sam leaned forward, thrust his arse toward Nate, and gripped the table in front of them. Lining himself up with Sam’s puckered hole, Nate slid forward, his mate’s arse easily taking his thick cock all the way to the balls. He pulled out, pushed in. Hard and fast. Slam after slam, his thighs hit the back of Sam’s as he fucked him until the heat in his balls boiled over and he came in a rush.
“Agh…” The cry tore from his lips and he collapsed on Sam’s back.
“No time for rest yet.” Sam stood up, dislodging Nate from his resting place.
Nate pulled his spent cock from Sam’s still clenching hole. His legs were like rubber, so he turned and leaned his butt on the table. He wrapped his fingers around his softening length and removed the used condom.
“Too tired to stand?” Sam had the know-it-all grin going on again as he rolled a condom down his cock. “I can work with that.”
He grabbed Nate’s ankles off the floor and pushed them up, making him lie back on the table. Nate’s legs were tangled in his pants, but that didn’t stop Sam. He just pushed until Nate kissed his own knees and Sam could step into Nate’s waiting body. The position put his arse in line with Sam’s cock and he soon found himself on the receiving end of a good, hard and fast fuck. Muscles stretched to fit the thick rod driving into him. His sated cock was rejuvenated by the slide of Sam’s erection over his prostate. Much more and he’d be coming again.
As if he’d read his mind, Sam’s hand wrapped around Nate’s rapidly hardening cock and pumped, the harshness of the caress designed to drive him over the edge. Nate might be demanding and rough at times, but Sam liked to prove he could take him down a peg or two, and much to Nate’s pleasure, it seemed as though Sam was of a mind to do just that. His friend slowed the thrust of his cock, but sped up his hand. Nate shoved his pants to his ankles and widened his knees, made it easier for Sam to wank him off. With blinding speed, Nate raced to his second release. Cum flowed from his cock, spurting onto both their stomachs as Sam leaned into him.
“Done now?” Sam asked.
Nate’s hands shook where he held his knees against his shoulders. The tremors of his orgasm continued to roll through him, but he managed a nod.
With his hands now palming the back of Nate’s thighs, Sam proceeded to fuck him. Driving deep, ramming hard, he took what he needed until he shouted out with his own climax.
Valerie Tibbs. Cover artist extraordinaire. It takes more than words to burn up the sheets. My covers are meant to titillate and excite. My dream is to create them full time and maybe…just maybe I’ll have one smexy enough for the Smutketeers.
Remember to place your vote simply by leaving a comment, saying which excerpt (or if you like the covers best!) you found the “smuttiest.”
Welcome to day two of Smutketeer Idol. Be sure to check out the Smutketeers at IH.
International Heat is taking over the Smutketeers’ blog and bringing the HOT stuff. Today, we continue the “auditions” to become the NEXT HONORARY SMUTKETEER!!!
The rules of the game are simple (think American Idol). Simply read each day’s smutty excerpts and in the comments section, place your vote for that day’s smuttiest. On the last day, the winners from the three days of auditions will compete for the top spot and will be crowned HONORARY SMUTKETEER (at least for that day)!
J.R. Patrick is all about the hot man love, whether it be two guys getting it on or three or four…. Let’s just say that the “R” in J.R. Patrick is for raunchy. I’ll let you guess about the J. ;)
Excerpt from Only Yours
Music started. A low throbbing beat that pulsed through the room. On came the stage lights, illuminating the silhouettes of two obviously male—obviously naked and aroused—specimens dancing their asses off behind the curtain. The crowd cheered.
Dre raised an eyebrow at S.J. and then leaned over to speak directly into her ear. “This is the surprise?”
“Part of it,” S.J. shouted over the noise. “From that flush on your face, I’d say it’s doing the job. Keep watching. It gets hotter.”
Dre shifted in his seat. S.J. was right. The dancing was sexy as hell.
After about ten minutes, the music all but disappeared and so did the noise from the audience. Dre could hear a pin drop. Well… he would have been able to if the first dancer hadn’t started sucking the second dancer’s cock, making him pant and moan. The second grasped the first by the back of the head and fucked into his mouth with all the finesse of a man in the throes of passion, which is to say, none. The first stroked his own cock in time with the second’s thrusts.
Oh my fucking God. How hot was this?
They switched and the second returned the favor. Tall and well-muscled, both men had huge cocks, although the first dancer was a bit shorter.
Dre adjusted his slacks to accommodate his hardening cock. After not so much as a twitch for the past six months, he was primed. He spoke to S.J. in an undertone, “I don’t know if I should hug you or kill you for this.”
S.J. whispered back, “You can hug me. Not everyone in here is on a date. I’m sure someone will be more than happy to help you with your lit—” She looked down into his lap. “Big problem. Don’t worry, Mama brought condoms.”
Dre groaned. “It’s decided. I’m gonna kill you.”
S.J. snickered. “Not yet. Things are heating up even more….”
Dre’s eyes returned to the stage.
What the fuck?
Screw heated. The show had gone supernova.
The first dancer was down on all fours. The second dancer knelt behind him, leaned forward, and stuck his tongue in his ass. The stage had to be wired for sound, because the lapping of the man’s tongue echoed through the bar. The first dancer moaned, his hips making furious circles. Dre groaned at the visual and audio stimuli.
Shoot. Was that aloud? Dre looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but everyone appeared transfixed by the on stage action.
It seemed like hours, but moments later, the second dancer drew his mouth away from his partner’s ass and smacked his lips so loudly that each succulent noise caused Dre’s body to shudder. The second dancer reached for a bottle and squirted liquid onto the first dancer’s crack. He held up one finger to the audience and then inserted it slowly into the first dancer’s ass. Dre bit his lip, wishing for a second that he was on stage. The first dancer cried out, writhing around the digit. Dre was right there with him, his cock throbbing in response. The second dancer removed his finger, repeating the demonstration with two fingers, then three. Dre’s lip pulsed; he realized his teeth had dug in and he had to release it before he drew blood.
The crackle of a wrapper opening sounded. The second dancer sheathed himself—one inch at a time.
Oh. My. God. They were going to fuck.
Lexxie Couper is an Australian, a deviant and utterly obsessed with sex. And romance. Especially sexy romance. You know the kind with lots of moaning and whimpering and pleading for more? That kind of romance. Oh, and she writes about her obsession every single day. With hunky, gorgeous, brooding, sarcastic heroes. Usually Australian ones.
Excerpt from Triple Dare
“Ready, Mr. Thorton?” Anna’s low, husky question jerked his stare back to her face, just in time to watch her part her lips and slide them over the purple head of his cock.
“There’s no bed big enough for this,” Rob spoke, skimming a hand down her back and over the curve of her ass. His fingers stopped at the folds of her pussy, exposed to his touch by her position in Joseph’s arms, “and the floor’s a might cold, so we’re going to have to worship your body standing up.”
His statement sent a shard of wanton excitement into Anna’s sex and she felt her juices wet Rob’s fingers. Fingers he slowly, deliberately slid into her folds. Two at once, wriggling them until he couldn’t penetrate her any deeper.
She sucked in a breath through her nose, the scent of her pleasure filling her body, driving her faster to an unexpected orgasm.
Her pussy clamped shut on Rob’s fingers, constricting on them, squeezing them in fast, powerful pulses.
“Oh, yes,” Rob scissored his fingers inside her sex, plunged them in and out and wriggled them some more, “that’s my girl. Come for me. I want you so fucking wet I could drown in your cream.”
Joseph growled against Anna’s lips at his friend’s words, hauling her closer to his chest as he sucked her tongue into his mouth.
“She’s so wet for us, Hudo.” Rob continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers. “So very, very wet.”
Joseph broke the kiss and stared into her face. “I want her wetter.”
Rob chuckled, a low, dirty laugh. “No worries, mate.”
He slapped her ass. A swift, sharp slap that made her cry out in surprise.
Stinging heat branded her ass cheek, but before the pain could register in Anna’s mind, Joseph pressed his lips to her temple. “Do you want him to kiss it better?”
She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat.
She sensed Rob move beside her, his hand sliding over her butt, caressing the spot he’d smacked until it wasn’t his palm on her skin but his lips.
And then, his lips weren’t on her ass cheek but on her folds, his tongue flicking at her clit, his fingers delving into her slit.
“Does that feel good?” Joseph whispered, his stare holding her still in his arms.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
“I want you so wet there’ll be very little pain when Rob enters your arse.”
Her heart slammed into her throat, her rock-hard nipples aching. She gazed into his eyes, knowing she should feel something other than absolute trust and blissful rapture. She didn’t.
Rob’s tongue rolled over her clit, already swollen from her last orgasm, and she hissed in a gasp.
“I can’t hold on much longer, Anna.” Raw tension wrought Joseph’s statement into a strangled groan. “My dick is so hard and I want to sink it into your pussy so much.”
“Then do it,” she rasped. “Do it. Please.”
He shook his head. “Not yet. Not until you are ready for both of us.”
As if Rob knew exactly what Joseph wanted, he placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, dragging his tongue from her pussy to her anus. Smearing her hole with his saliva and her cream.
She clung to Joseph, a distant part of her mind in awe of his physical strength—he’d held her for what must be a lifetime now—a more elemental part of her mind more aroused than ever by it. “Oh, Joseph.”
It was the first time she’d called his name during their sexual contact and he let out a shaking groan, his eyes clouding with desire. His arms tightened around her and he slanted his lips over her mouth.
Rob laved her anus with his salvia, dipping his thumb into her pussy as he did so. She thrust her hips upward, her inner muscles constricting, another climax mounting. Fast.
It hit her. An explosive tension shuddering through her body.
Bringing with it fresh moisture from her sodden sex.
“Hmmm,” Rob hummed against her ass. “You taste so good. My face is so wet with your come.”
He lapped at her ass, stabbed at it with the point of his tongue, fucking her pussy with his fingers. Smearing her juices to her anus.
“I think she’s ready for us, Joe.”
The statement uttered against her backside made Anna’s ass squeeze tight with a wanton thrill she’d never experienced before. Her heart quickened faster still and she wrapped her arms around Joseph’s neck with desperate need.
She was ready. More than ready.
Without a word, Joseph removed his arm from beneath her knees and her feet hit the floor with a soft thud.
Rob was there immediately. From the time it took to remove his mouth from her ass and straighten to his feet, he’d stripped himself of his snow pants and shirt. She heard a condom packet tear and then he pressed his naked body to her back, smoothing his hands under her thermal. She drew in a shallow breath, the feel of his warm skin on hers almost as wonderful as the feel of his rigid erection nudging the crevice of her ass. He skimmed his palms over her belly, her ribs and breasts, a taunting journey that made her knees wobble before he embraced her in a firm hold and tugged her backward.
The tips of her toes brushed the floorboards a split second before Joseph stepped in front of her—now gloriously, proudly naked, his thick erection stretching the condom he wore—and gathered up her legs, draping her knees over his bent arms. Hooking them in the inside of his elbows.
He met her gaze, a small smile on his lips. “To the hilt,” he whispered.
He moved. Raising her knees higher and leaning into her body with fluid grace. His massive cock first pressed and then parted her folds, separating her sex until, with a groan and a clenching of his jaw, he sank his length into her very core.
“Oh, yes!” She threw back her head, the surreal sensation of being suspended on Joseph’s arms while being impaled on his cock almost driving her mad. She’d never felt anything like it, like she was connected to the world even as she hung above it.
Joseph sucked in a sharp breath, and another, his hips thrusting up, driving him deeper inside her.
“Damn, Hudo,” Rob growled, his lips against Anna’s throat. For a dizzying moment she realized she’d forgotten he was there.
How could you forget? The man has made you come four times in the space of two hours.
“If I don’t…” Rob didn’t finish.
His lips on her neck turned hungry, each kiss growing more wild.
“Touch me, Anna.”
She did as he asked, reaching down between their two bodies to close her fingers around his straining cock.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Feel how hard I am for you. Feel how thick and long.”
She gripped his length a little firmer, all the while drowning in the thrusting strokes of Joseph’s dick in her pussy.
“I’m going to take you soon, Anna,” Rob continued, sliding one hand down her body until he wrapped his fingers over hers. He held his cock with her hand, pumped it once, twice. “Here.”
With a slight shift in the position of his hips, he aligned the domed head of his cock with her sodden, puckered anus. The beads of pre-come anointing his shaft’s tip slicked over her hole, adding to the natural lubrication he’d so thoroughly painted her with.
In response, Anna’s ass squeezed closed. A wicked thrill shot into the pit of her belly, and with it came the undeniable realization she didn’t just want him to, she needed him to.
She lifted her free arm above her head and tangled her fingers in his hair. The musky aroma of her essence was potent on the air. “Now,” she begged through clenched teeth. “Please.”
He groaned, the guttural sound echoed by Joseph.
“This will hurt,” Rob panted, each word as gentle and controlled as she knew he could be, “but only for a moment.”
He pushed his hips upward. Slowly.
Anna’s cry rose in her throat and she stiffened, fear lacing her ecstasy.
“Shhh,” Rob hushed in her ear, just as Joseph leant into her body, his length burying deeper into her sex, and placed his lips on hers.
“Tell us to stop, Anna, and we will. If you need us to stop…”
She shook her head, the burning sting in her ass radiating through her lower body. It hurt, but underneath the pain, like a blazing sun behind dispersing thunderclouds, was unbelievable pleasure. Intense. Unfathomable.
Rob released his grip on her hand and his cock, smoothing it up over her stomach to cup her right breast. “Take a breath for me, sweetheart.”
She did as he told her, and drew the undeniable scent of Joseph into her lungs.
“That’s it,” Rob’s voice left him on a ragged breath. “I’m going deeper.”
A wave of concentrated, delicious sensations rolled out from Anna’s stretched ass and she tightened her fist in Rob’s hair. “Oh…oh…”
“Fuck a duck, Thorton,” Joseph groaned, stroking his cock in and out of Anna’s sex. “Holy shit, this feel so good.” The muscles in his arms quivered, and for a moment the steady rhythm of his penetrations turned erratic.
The awe-struck claim sent a spear of liquid electricity into Anna’s core. She moaned, any lingering apprehension destroyed by the image of Rob and Joseph together. She drew her knees closer to her body, wanting Joseph to bury himself to the hilt just as he promised.
Wanting Rob to do the same.
“God, I want…” She couldn’t finish the demand. She didn’t need to.
Without uttering a word, the two men drove their cocks into her body, simultaneously filling her, stretching her. Possessing her utterly and completely.
“More,” she ground out the single request, awash in pure rapture.
Lila Dubois is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic, paranormal and fantasy romance. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, Ireland and England Lila speaks five languages, none of them (including English) fluently.
Excerpt from Red Ribbon
Sliding the smooth strawberry Popsicle into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the tip. Filling out that checklist had been one of the sexiest things she’d ever done. There were things on there that scared her and she liked that. There were things that were just exciting, things like ice…
Liz pulled the Popsicle from her mouth, realizing she been sucking it like a cock, she was so aroused.
Tossing it into the sink before she could do something stupid, she bent over the counter, lightly thunking her head on the granite. She needed sex. No, she needed Mark.
Liz returned to the bedroom and took the envelope containing Mark’s checklist from a drawer in her nightstand. She ran her finger along the flap, licked her lips. She hadn’t opened it yet because she was afraid she’d find his answers were the complete opposite of hers. With each day that had passed she was sure that was the reason he hadn’t contacted her—despite their hopes, they weren’t a good sexual match.
Climbing into bed, she settled herself against the pillows with her legs under the covers. With deliberate care she bent the butterfly clasp of the envelope and opened the flap, removing the pages inside.
He’d completed it in blue pen, his handwriting broad and spiky.
Enough stalling, Liz.
She skimmed the disclaimer and instructions at the top of the page. As with her list there was an activity and then a rating system, but the options for rating were different on the Dom version. While hers had ranged from “yes” and “willing to trying” to “no” and “absolutely not,” his categories were “necessary”, “desirable play”, “punishment use”, “willing to try” and “no interest.” Besides “willing to try” there was no overlap in the categories. There wasn’t an off-limits or “absolutely not” category, but that made sense, since Mark had said he’d customized the list. That meant everything on here was something he was at least willing to do. The question then was did her “yeses” match his “necessaries”?
She flipped open to a random page, landing in the Ss.
Speech Restrictions, what and when…
Stable (serving in, with or without other submissives)
One by one she considered each item, and as she did Liz sank lower in the bed, her free hand roaming over her belly and thigh.
Sexual deprivation. Mark had his marked “necessary” while she remembered indicating “willing to try.” She didn’t want to be denied orgasm. She wanted to orgasm over and over again, the way other women talked about, the way magazines said she should. She’d never had that before, because she’d never really been sexually satisfied before. Of course orgasm denial was a big part of BDSM play, and she was being stupid to think otherwise, but she’d never looked forward to that aspect of it. Until Mark. What would it be like if Mark aroused her only to take his hands away?
Liz had been lightly scratching her nails over her panties, but now pulled her hand away and out from under the covers. She squeezed her knees together to alleviate the ache she’d left behind.
She’d be frustrated, as she was now, but she’d also know that he would put his hands back, would and could bring her to orgasm.
Shaving ranked “willing to try” from both of them. Liz wiggled out of her underwear and combed her fingers through the trimmed hair on her sex. She waxed regularly and so knew she was well groomed, but wondered if Mark would like her sex naked and smooth. He didn’t seem like the type to wield a straight razor over her pussy lips, but maybe he’d watch her shave, watch her spread her legs, rub the shaving cream over the lips of her sex.
Her fingers mimicked her thoughts, playing out the fantasy. When her index finger circled her clit she forced herself to pull back and read the next item on the page.
Spanking. He’d underlined “necessary” twice. Mark was going to spank her. He would pull her over his knee, pull down her panties and swat her ass with his big, rough hand while he told her what a bad girl she was.
She had a finger buried deep in her pussy now, her thumb on her clit. Would he spank her as punishment or for his pleasure? The list didn’t tell her. All she knew was that if he called, if he wanted her, she would end up over his knee.
Speculums were an “absolutely not” for her, as she didn’t want to be turned-on every time she saw her gyno, but he’d only listed them as “willing to try”.
Speech Restrictions, what and when… were another “no” for her, but “necessary” for Mark. Liz’s fingers stilled, her arousal fading as she wondered if she’d found the thing that had prevented him from calling her. Maybe he wanted a sub who was quietly obedient and didn’t speak unless ordered to or given permission.
Would it be that bad with Mark?
The traitorous thought whipped through her before she could stop it. Something inconceivable with a nameless, faceless Dom wasn’t as horrifying at the hands of a man she knew and respected. Closing her eyes, Liz let the pages flutter to the floor and groped in her nightstand for her trusty vibrator.
What would it be like to be Mark’s ultra-obedient slave?
She imagined herself kneeling in silky thigh-highs, a breast-baring black corset and a leather collar with a thick ring in the front.
Her legs are held open by a spreader bar. Mark sits in a chair across the room, one leg extended, chin propped on his hand as he watches her. She wants to beg him to touch her but she cannot. To speak out of turn is to risk a brutal strapping session, orgasm denial and loss of his favor.
He rises from his chair, tall and strong in leather pants and vest. Hooking a finger in the ring in her collar he draws her to her feet. Rough palms cover her bare breasts, massing gentling before slapping each. She gasps at the slap and he does it again, harder, fingerprints marring the white mounds.
Outside the fantasy, Liz was gasping and moaning, her fingers thrusting in and out of her sex while she balanced her vibrator against her clit with the other hand. She was sweaty and thrashing under the covers.
Fantasy Dom Mark spins her, forcing her to bend at the waist and positioning her neck and wrists inside stocks. With a frightening thud he lowers the upper piece, locking it in place. Terrified, she wants to cry out but will not disobey her beloved Master.
Hands massage her hanging breasts, slapping and pinching the nipples. Her ass is swatted until it burns, her thighs beaten with a crop. Just when she would beg for forgiveness, beg his pardon for whatever she’d done to earn such punishment, she feels his cock at her sex, the hot, thick length rubbing the length of the sex before finding its position.
Liz came, the vibrations against her clit combined with her fingers thrusting in her sex providing the physical stimulation she needed to match the emotional and intellectual stimulation of her fantasy. She held the vibrator on her clit just past the point of pleasure into the realm of so-good-it-hurts before taking it away.
Panting slightly she lay there, staring at the ceiling. In the sober light of post-orgasm she was embarrassed and ashamed of her ridiculous fantasy. While it had been nothing more than a fantasy, there was no denying the simple truth that there were things that she would do with Mark, or more precisely let Mark do to her, that she wouldn’t with anyone else.
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And now…for something completely different, the Smutketeers and International Heat are holding a blog swap. Be sure to check out the Smutketeers at IH.
International Heat is taking over the Smutketeers’ blog and bringing the HOT stuff. For the next four days, we’re going to “audition” to become the NEXT HONORARY SMUTKETEER!!!
The rules of the game are simple (think American Idol). Each day, different International Heat authors will compete to see who is the smuttiest. This is where YOU THE READER come in. Simply read each day’s smutty excerpts and in the comments section, place your vote for that day’s smuttiest. On the fourth day, the winners from the previous three days will compete for the top spot and will be crowned HONORARY SMUTKETEER (at least for that day-LOL)!
Let the smut commence…
It’s always the quiet ones and Jambrea Jo Jones is no different. Innocent and shy on the outside–sex goddess extraordinaire on the inside. She’ll write you anything your heart desires. From two men hot for each others bods to a man and woman taking it to the next level, Jambrea will make you squirm and reach out for your partner or a cold shower.
Alliance series, book 2
“What are you waiting for, boy? Get over here,” Rock said between clenched teeth.
It was then he realised he was watching from afar, pumping his cock to the rhythm of Se’s blowjob. He scrambled close enough for Rock to grab his shoulders and pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t gentle. Not that he expected it to be. Rock was all man. Every inch of him as hard as his name.
Zander was forced to cling to Rock or fall over. A hand wrapped around his dick and jacked him off. He almost lost it when a wet mouth enveloped him. Rock’s hand cupped his ass and he rocked their bodies together. Zander was a goner. Se’s hand and Rock’s stomach threw him off the ledge and he came harder than he ever had in his life. The stimuli were too much. And he wanted more. Se continued to stroke his cock, sucking him dry. Never had he recovered this fast. Zander was ready for another round. But not before he tasted something other than his new lovers’ lips.
He eased out of Se’s mouth and dropped beside her. He kissed her, tasting his own spunk and Se. It was a lovely combination. The only thing it was missing was Rock’s essence. He would have to see if he could rectify that situation. First things first, Se’s nipples. They taunted him and he needed to sample them. Zander kissed his way down Se’s throat, taking little nibbles here and there. When he reached a nipple, he drew it into his mouth causing Se to buck. Rock held her down for him. God that was hot.
“Someone needs to fuck me,” Se whispered. “God, I need—” she stopped talking and moaned. Zander had bitten down.
“I’ll have to remember that. No need to fill Se’s mouth as long as you’re feasting on her nipples.”
Rock’s words spurred him on.
Se rocked against Rock’s thigh. She was trying to get some friction, but he could see that Rock was teasing her with his fingers too.
Watching Se stroke Rock, and Rock pinch Se’s matching nipple, his other hand buried in her pussy, a sense of right flowed over Zander. The situation, the people, everything fitted. He felt empowered in a way he never had before. He wanted to add his fingers to Rock’s. He walked them down Se’s body until he found her clit and gave it a light tap. She almost came off the bed. He tapped again, before sliding a finger in alongside Rock’s.
“Let me taste,” Rock’s raspy voice insisted.
Zander didn’t hesitate. He pulled his finger free and fed it to Rock.
“Oh. Oh. Rock! Zander!” Se screamed as she fell apart in their arms.
Zander wanted to sink inside her body, but Rock was in position and slid home. Zander couldn’t wait until it was his turn. But until then, he had some exploring to do. Rock released his finger to kiss Se, and Zander got down to tasting his lovers.
My name is Jayne Rylon and I’ve been a Smutketeer at heart ever since I picked up an erotic romance novel (Marly’s Choice) by accident at a half price bookstore. I devoured Lora Leigh’s Men of August in a single sitting, buying my first ebooks because I couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer than necessary to get my next dose of smexy from that series and I’ve never looked back.
I’ll be honest and say I have at least one flaw as a candidate… I’m such a huge fangirl of the real Smutketeers that I would be jumping around squeezing and dancing and begging to have my books autographed until they grew bored of my antics. Also, I’m not nearly as nice as these ladies. When I met most of them in person for the first time at RT2011, I was blown away by their generosity, friendliness and general welcome. I’m pretty sure I don’t have nearly the grace and social skills needed to be a true Smutketeer. However… I can handle my naughty.
Okay okay, down to the good stuff… I deserve to be the next American Idol… wait, wrong show. I meant, I deserve to be an honorary Smutketeer because my latest completed novel includes all of, but not limited to, the following smutty themes:
-A naughty sex drug
-A cattle prod
-A live sex show
-Sex in a whirlpool
-More fucking machines
-A smoking hot romance
And much much more… Impressive right? Just to prove I’m the dirtiest of the dirty bird contestants, here’s an ultra-sneak-preview of Mistress’s Master (Men in Blue Book 3), which will be out on September 6th. Smutty reading!
“What’s your name?” The strong submissive met Lily’s gaze when asked a direct question. The shocking sparkle of his eyes reminded her of Jeremy and the potent stare he’d leveled on her two nights before. She could drown in the attention.
“I’m Ryan. At your service, Mistress Lily.”
“Good boy.” She shifted to her right. The other four men understood her intent. They rotated her ninety degrees until she was perpendicular to her starting point and her legs draped over Ryan’s shoulders. The man who’d been at her left supported her shoulders against his buff chest, never missing a beat as he massaged her forehead, cheeks and temples.
The three unburdened slaves continued to stroke her body, cupping her breasts, petting her belly and chaffing her arms. Puffs of Ryan’s elevated respiration dusted the lips of her bare pussy.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.” She guided his tongue to her clit with a firm grip on his too-long hair. “That’s nice. Suck my clit. A little harder. Yes, perfect.”
Lily relaxed, allowing her eyes to flutter closed as Ryan demonstrated impressive skill.
After long minutes of reveling in the pressure building inside, she tapped the long fingers making a circuit from her knee to her hip. “Inside me. Feel how hot my pussy is. For you. All of you.”
The man groaned as he kneeled beside Ryan. The slaves pressed close in order to fulfill her wishes. She enjoyed the manscape as their defined pectoral muscles gleamed with a light sheen of sweat.
The second slave notched two digits at the entrance of her pussy and began to work them inside. “Yes, like that.”
“You’re delicious, Mistress.” Ryan redoubled his licking at the moisture coating her pussy. His tongue flickered over the other man’s knuckles.
“Would you like a taste?” She tilted her head toward the second slave as she observed the man tunneling deeper within her sheath on every pass.
“May I?” He looked as if afraid to hope. Who had treated these men so poorly? She made a mental note to offer to incorporate them into her personal stable.
“Of course.” She interjected as his fingers neared his mouth. “But I’d prefer you to take your sample from Ryan’s lips.”
He hesitated, debating.
“That’s not an order.” She wouldn’t force either of the men to violate their boundaries. “Merely a statement of my preference.”
Ryan lifted his head from her drenched folds. He nodded at the man studying his glistening lips and chin. “If you want to, Ben…”
Ben eroded the distance between them, tentatively extending his tongue. He touched the tip of the thick muscle to Ryan’s parted lips and licked. A teeny taste. His lashes fluttered, and he groaned. He returned for seconds, this time sealing their mouths firmly.
Lily studied the men as they devoured each other, battling for supremacy. Few things ranked as high as witnessing two hard, sexy men kiss, especially when they did it to please her.
“Very nice.” She regulated the breathy quality of her praise. “Now, finish what you’ve started. Make me come then you can play with each other if you’re interested.”
Their instant enthusiasm brought a grin to her lips. The men massaging her drove her insane with gentle swipes across her belly and breasts. “Suck my nipples.”
The men not holding her head or perched between her knees dipped down and teased the hard tips of her breasts. They licked, nibbled and suckled until her toes curled.
She couldn’t hold on to the whirlwind of desire. She opened her eyes and met the adoring gaze of the man supporting her neck. “Kiss me.”
He obeyed her passionate hiss, allowing her to part his lips with her tongue. She coaxed him to explore the recesses of her mouth, enjoying the minty taste she sucked from his mouth when pleasure expanded, radiating outward from her pussy.
“Mistress Lily is coming.” The man burrowing his fingers beneath Ryan’s oral manipulation informed his brothers. “She’s squeezing me tight. So tight.”
She rode his hand and Ryan’s face until every last drop of satisfaction had been wrung from her body. Their cocks must have ached from the persistent pressure in them. None of the five asked for relief.
Lily hummed as she scooted toward the wall, bracing her back on the cool surface. She patted the space between her thighs. “Hop up here, Ryan.”
He leapt onto the table with the grace of a jungle cat. She nudged his shoulder until he understood what she had in mind. He spun, lying between her thighs, his shoulders dwarfing her abdomen where they rested against her heated skin.
The slave cuddled into her embrace. She brushed the hair from his brow and petted his face as he leaned into her touch. “Very nice, sweetheart. Would you like some help with your pretty hard-on?”
“Yes, please.” His ass flexed, thrusting his pelvis upward. “Let me come for you, Mistress.”
“Oh, you will.” She smiled at the men ringing them. “All of you.”
When Ryan reached for his cock, she stopped him with a curt, “No.”
His hand dropped to his hip instantly.
“Ben, stroke him.” The other man bit his lip but reached out tentatively, surrounding his fellow submissive’s dick with thick fingers. “Very nice. Now, you…”
She tipped her chin at the man beside Ben. “He shouldn’t be left out of the fun, should he?”
“No, ma’am.” His southern accent amplified her grin. Adorable.
The slave didn’t pretend to balk. He wrapped his supple, lotioned hand around Ben’s impressive shaft and began to glide it up and down. Two sets of male grunts floated through the room. She nodded at the other three men. They moved in unison, each gripping the cock of the man beside him.
“Close the circle, Ryan.” She nibbled his ear, momentarily drawing his attention from the pleasure Ben gifted him with. The long, slow glide of the slave’s hand from root to tip on his erection had to feel phenomenal. No one knew better than another man how to stroke dick.
When Ben concentrated his undulating fingers on the oozing head of Ryan’s cock, Ryan latched on to the stiff, waving shaft of the man to his right. He linked them all in a ring of pleasure.
Lily sighed and rubbed her spread pussy on Ryan’s flexing back. His knotted muscles made a nice pad for stroking her clit. The sight of five impressive male specimens surrendering to their lust at her command did more to rocket her toward orgasm than the squirming of Ryan’s velvety tongue had.
Their cocks strained, growing more rigid and defined, darker as blood pumped between their legs. Pre-come bubbled from their balls, adding to the slippery sounds interspersed with grunts and soft curses from the cohorts.
“Who will be first?” Lily panted when the pace of their strokes sped up as though by mutual agreement. Each man communicated his rising need through his attention to his neighbor.
Ryan shuddered in her hold.
She clutched his chest as it bellowed with his pants.
“Maybe me. Close. So close. Please, Mistress. Please, Ben.”
Lily smiled at the man stroking Ryan’s cock when he looked to her for guidance.
“Whenever you’re ready. All of you.” She struggled to appear calm when their surrender to her wishes set her ablaze. “Make sure you come on Ryan. I want to see your pleasure spilling over him.”
As though they found the idea as appealing as she did, the men lost all reserve. One by one they tipped their heads back and roared. The first man to surrender to orgasm shuffled closer, as tight as he could get to the table. His partner aimed the purple head of his cock at Ryan, who looked like a very unvirginal human sacrifice.
Come dribbled from the tip of his cock. The meager display disappointed her insatiable libido a tiny bit. Until she realized it was just the warm up.
Jess Dee used to be a sweet, kind and well-behaved wife and mother—until she discovered erotic romance. Now she likes nothing more than to lose herself in the scandalous world of love and sex (and not necessarily in that order.) If you want her, you’ll find her hiding in her office, tapping out yet another hot-as-hell ménage scene.
Raising the Stakes
(Three of a Kind, Book 2)
As Des watched, Meg’s eyes closed, her hips jerked and her inner walls flexed around his cock, once, twice, a third time. She emitted a long, low moan, contracted the muscles of her pussy and…
She fucking came, on his cock, thinking about Alex.
Only this time the convulsions were not quick and sharp. They were long and languorous and went on and on. Pissed off as he was, Des could not keep still. Damn it! He pulled out and thrust back into her, his cock swamped by her climaxing pussy. By God, it felt unbelievable. Unfuckingbelievable.
He drove into her again and again, unable to stop. Her climax, brought about by another man, was going to make him come too. Hard.
Back and forward he rocked, plunging into her repeatedly. Her walls grasped him, caressed him, called him back. He was out of control, moving too slow, too fast, too soft, too hard.
God, she felt amazing. Slick and wet and tight and fanbloodytastic.
She cried out his name and Alex’s, and Alex answered, calling her name. Still she climaxed, her pussy undulating around him, begging for his release.
He couldn’t stop it, no longer wanted to. Trapped in her convulsing channel, he came. So fucking hard he thought he might have a stroke.
He emptied himself deep inside her, the orgasm every bit as mind-blowing as he’d ever fantasized. He came inside his best friend. Inside the woman who’d climaxed around his cock while imagining it belonged to her other lover.
Implausible. Impossible. And fucking incredible. The most unbelievable orgasm ever.
He collapsed on top of her as the final spasms in her pussy died away, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
Long moments passed in her arms, in heaven, before a hand pulled at his shoulder.
Every instinct yelled no, but Des forced himself to reconsider. Alex had shared, Meg had shared. So far, he was the only selfish ass in the room. Much as it went against every grain of his being, he too had to share. Had to give Alex the access he required to Meg.
Des dragged his postclimactic dick from her pussy, each movement extreme torture. Exhausted, he pushed himself off the couch and collapsed on his butt on the floor, leaving the way open for Alex.
Alex turned her slightly towards him, then he knelt, naked, on the floor beside Des. He leaned over to brush his lips over hers.
Meg smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby. You doing okay?”
“Oh, yeah. More than.”
“Was it good?”
She sighed. “So very, very good.”
Alex was hard, his cock standing erect and proud. “Show me what he did to you, baby. I wanna see.”
Des swallowed. He’d never have considered looking, but now that Al brought it up, damn it, he also wanted to see.
“Anything you want.” Meg smiled her Meg-a-watt smile and opened her legs to Alex’s gaze.
Des stared, dazed, at her puffy pussy.
Alex groaned, drawing Des’s attention.
He looked up at the man.
Alex’s eyes burned. His cock thumped against his stomach.
Meg moaned breathlessly before his heated gaze.
Des watched Alex. Couldn’t take his eyes off him.
“God, your pussy’s so wet.” Alex licked his lips. “So pink and swollen. It’s pulsing, over and over, leaking juice onto your thighs.”
Meg raised her knees higher, spread her legs wider.
“Was he that good?” Alex asked.
Meg whimpered. “Better.”
Des’s chest expanded.
Alex nodded. “I can see. Did you come hard?”
“Very,” Meg wheezed.
“Good for you, baby,” Alex praised her.
“Very good for me.” Meg chuckled softly, telling them both she’d deliberately misunderstood.
Before her laugh died down, Alex buried his face between her legs.
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Behind Closed Doors
I was recently asked what the major driving force of inspiration was behind my writing. There are many things that influence me; overheard conversations, musical lyrics, friend’s fantasies; but at the very back of all that is a basic curiosity- a curiosity that always wants to know what is going on behind closed doors.
Not that I’m an eye to the keyhole sort of person (like Maggie in my story Through the Crack; Quick Kink Two). Nor would there be any point in me jamming my ear to the crack in the door (I’m deaf as a post); it’s more that I can’t stop my imagination from filling in the blanks.
What could the top floor of a nearby hotel really contain? Is it full of nice normal bedrooms, in which tired out members of the business community can crash after a meeting? Or is it, as in my latest e-novel, The Perfect Submissive, a hotbed of private services and kinky sex?
When you see a sign on a lift saying ‘staff only’ where does that lift actually take you? When they announce over the loud speakers in the shop or club ‘Would a member of staff come to the storeroom,’ what happens when they get there? Are they sold to aliens for experimentation? Is there some erotically eccentric Sheik waiting to whisk them away to his harem? I always hope they aren’t just going to do something as dull as unpack boxes. I want them to have as much fun as the bar girls, and the young man they lure into their storeroom, in my story Break Time (The Collector)
When you meet a stranger on the train; a stranger who catches your eye and sends your pulse racing- what would happen if you asked them out? Would you have coffee, maybe visit the cinema- or would you find yourself in the backroom of an exclusive club, doing sexually interesting things you hadn’t ever dreamt about, like the lead character in my story Black? (Yes Ma’am)
So basically I’m nosily inquisitive- but only for what might happen- not for what really is happening- it’s far more fun that way!!
***** Comment to win!
Kay Jaybee is running a giveaway. To win your choice of her latest eBook releases (The Perfect Submissive or Yes Ma’am) simply leave a comment on this post telling us whether you’re more of a voyeur or an exhibitionist, or something else altogether – but please make sure you leave your email address in the body of the comment, so Kay’s publicist can contact you if you win. The competition will be drawn on Friday 8th July. Good luck!
Purchase links: Quick Kink Two: Amazon ARE
Yes Ma’am: Amazon ARE
If you need to find Kay on any weekday morning, then she’s usually to be found in the far corner of her favourite cafe, with a large black coffee in one hand, and a ballpoint pen in the other.
After five years of compiling stories and poems, and reviewing other people’s work, she says without doubt, that there is NO going back. Once writing has you in its power you are at its mercy for life. It doesn’t pay well, it leads to constant disappointment, and it takes over every other thing you do – but when the publisher says “Yes,” and the occasional unexpected royalty cheque arrives in the post, it suddenly all seems worthwhile, and I love it!!
You can find more information on Kay’s website: http://www.kayjaybee.me.uk. She’s also on Facebook and Twitter.
Hey there Smutkedettes-
Today I’m announcing the winners for all three of the contests we ran to celebrate the release of Karen’s NOTORIOUS! Here we go…
Contest #1: The winner of a copy of their choice of Karen’s TANGLED or FORBIDDEN is JeanP!!!!
Congrats Jean! Just email Karen at firstname.lastname@example.org and let her know which book you’d prefer, and she’ll get your prize right to you!
Contest #2: The winner of a copy of their choice of any one of my Samhain e-books is June M!!!
Congrats June! Just email me at email@example.com and let me know which book you’d prefer, and I’ll get your prize right to you!
Contest #3: The winner of a copy of their choice of any one of R.G.’s Samhain or Ellora’s Cave e-books is Kyra Byrd!!!
Congrats Kyra! Just email R.G. at firstname.lastname@example.org and let her know which book you’d prefer, and she’ll get your prize right to you!
Thanks so much to everyone for stopping by to play with us! Stay tuned for more awesome, smutty fun with our upcoming guest authors, more Smutketeers book releases and of course more contests!
And don’t forget to get your copy of NOTORIOUS now!
Eden/Eve: We’re coming up on the end of the celebration week for Karen Erickson’s NOTORIOUS release, and RG and I are helping her out since she’s away at the big yearly RWA Conference. Today RG is offering up an awesome prize-a print copy of her latest Berkley Heat release, THREE SINFUL WISHES *and* the winner’s choice of any one of her e-books from Samhain or Ellora’s Cave! To enter, just go to RG’s website, then come back here and tell us which of her book covers you love the most-she has some awesome covers, so it’s going to be a challenge! Again, all winners from this week’s contests will be announced on Tuesday!
Speaking of awesome covers-how about Karen’s NOTORIOUS cover? Is it hot, or what? Whew!