Helena Maeve: It's Helena Maeve in this week's erotic author spotlight, and she's here with another feature (read her previous one here) to showcase her latest series, Shadow Play. You can find three teasingly hot excerpts from the first three books in this series below.
J P Philips describes himself as, "a perfectly ordinary, happily married, forty-something-year-old man who accidentally stumbled upon a talent for erotic writing." He’s just opened his brand new website, My Darkest Desire, where you can find his entire collection of short stories and novellas.
I’ve been writing erotic romance since the beginning of this century (doesn’t that sound impressive!) and whenever I’m asked I tell people my husband made me do it. He encouraged me to write a dream into story, then to publish it online (Literotica.com if you were wondering) and the rest, as they say, is history. I had my first story published in 2006 and now I’ve got stories out with Cleis Press, Mischief, Xcite, House of Erotica and Totally Bound and I’m even an editor these days, a co-editor anyway with my mate Lucy Felthouse. Wonders will never cease! I’m also part of a merry band of smut authors called the Brit Babes. Check them out for quality assured erotica that covers many genres and heat levels!
TAJ Barca was born in Paris and raised by a pirate. A world-traveled artist, writer, seeker, and eternal optimist, she finds truth in the most unlikely places. RECALL is a part of a trilogy, book two of the Anima & Animus series, TABOO, is scheduled for release in 2015. Barca is also a visual artist and has illustrated a pillow book titled The Songs of Solomon: A Pillow Book for Breast Cancer Survivors & Their Lovers, also available on Amazon.co.uk.
Her breathing quickened at his possessive touch. If she moved her legs apart, anyone at the end of the table would have a view of her pussy. Crap. This was not what she had envisioned for the evening. She considered explaining, but doubted he’d be sympathetic. Screw it, the lighting was subdued and her skirt covered enough—she hoped. Slowly, reluctantly, she spread her legs until her foot was lined up with the corner. “I’m going to place the manacle around your ankle. I won’t latch it, pet. You are to remain still. If you remove your leg, I will be disappointed.”
“What is it that you think your tits are too small for? This?” He reaches for me, cupping my right breast in his warm hand. He kneads the soft mound, caressing my not exactly ample curves. It feels good even so, and my impulse is to lean in and arch my back, offering my breast to him. “This one seems to fit my hand perfectly. Let’s try something else.” Still stroking my right breast he takes my left nipple between the fingers of his other hand, tracing the outline slowly. I gasp at the feather light, almost ticklish, sensation. He responds by firming his grip, squeezing the sensitive tip, pulling on it just a little. I hiss as the pain starts to bite, and he releases me. “Your breasts are pretty, curvy, exceptionally sensitive. In fact, Miss Jones, I think we may need to come back to these when your spanking is out of the way, just to demonstrate to you how absolutely perfect your breasts are—or your tits, if you prefer. Now, over the bench again please.”
Jillian Boyd: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Jillian Boyd - already an amazing sex blogger and also a fantastic erotic author and erotica editor. Her new 20s themed anthology, Flappers, Jazz and Valentino, has just been released (August 8 2014). Don't miss it!
"Okay, get ready, baby," he said, and she released him and leaned back. He held his cock, grunted a few times and then started pissing. He pissed for a moment on her face and she gasped, and then he pissed on her tits, spraying her all over. The piss splashed all around her, collecting in puddles in the bottom of the pool. I didn't want to guess how many beers he'd had, but he didn't stop pissing for a long time. Natalia seemed to love it. I didn't know how much of that was her desire to be a good porn performer, or if she was actually getting some kind of sexual thrill from having a stranger piss all over her, but the look on her face was blissful. When his stream weakened, she got up close, holding her mouth open just below his cock so his final dribbles ran right onto her tongue.
Tamsin Flowers: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Tamsin Flowers (website here, who has written a variety of sexy novels as well as short stories which have featured in many erotic anthologies which I am sure many of you will recognise. Tamsin Flowers' newest work, The Scarlet Bond, is almost ready for release - but you lucky Cara Sutra readers can get a sneak preview with a free excerpt in the feature post below. If you love vampires, you're definitely in for a treat!
Finding she wore no bra beneath the black lace, his hand moulded to her left breast; it filled his hand nicely and eager digits kneading the soft, supple flesh while his thumb and forefinger rolled the pebbled nipple. Thrilled by his touch, she arched her back, pressing her breast further into his palm, and moaned in utter wonder as he trailed his tongue along her collarbone, soothing the bite marks, her fingers tugging at his hair each time his thumb her playfully squeezed her pert bud.
Hate rose in her chest, blinding her. She clamped her teeth down on his tongue, savoring a brief taste of blood as he jerked back. “Vipera!” He wiped his hand over his mouth. “You won’t win this battle, but if you wish a contest…” His big hand closed over the neck of her garment and ripped it down the front of her body. The beautiful woolen dress she had so carefully woven hung off her shoulders.
Catherine Paulssen has her own website here, and has featured works of erotica in several anthologies. These include Best Lesbian Romance 2012, Dangerous Curves, Girl Fever, Duty and Desire, Best Erotic Romance 2013 and Best Lesbian Romance 2013.
And then he spanked again. And again. Little by little, he soothed and spanked, soothed and spanked. It didn’t hurt much, but I was on fire. Something deep in my soul had been ignited and it felt like coming home. He released my wrists from where he’d been holding them, tight above my head. I reached for his cock, gripping it tightly in my grasp. He was rock solid and I couldn’t help feeling relief that he was enjoying this as much as me. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, propping cushions round his thighs, legs out straight in front of him. I lay still, waiting and wondering. Then Matt pulled me over his knee, my body supported by the mattress. He was rougher this time, as though in his mind, he’d worked out what we both wanted and needed. His cock pressed up hard between my thighs, where he’d positioned me over it and I pushed down to meet it. The pre-come on his head smeared across my clit and I circled my hips, working myself over his hard protrusion, wanting the release from the pressure he’d built inside me.
Jennifer Kacey: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is the incredibly talented Jennifer Kacey. With a stash of sexy smut to her name, you'll be curious about the lady behind the keyboard... well here's your chance to find out more about Jennifer. There's also free excerpts to tease you, with buy links and extra info.
As the story unfolds, sexy adventures await your every decision. You might end up in steamy encounters with one man or woman or more, in hotel rooms or high class casinos, on porno sets or at bachelor parties. Or you can go back and try again. Even if you choose submission, the control is all yours.
She didn’t think of it as porn. Porn was something some men watched in front of their computer, cock in hand and a box of tissues next to their keyboard. Artificial boobs and bad acting. A hard cock in a wet pussy or mouth. What Carrie was doing wasn’t porn. It was just her blog.
Austin wrapped his lips around Beau’s cockhead, his flavor exploding on Austin’s tongue. He leisurely sampled him, memorizing everything he could about Beau’s rigid flesh in case he never had it in his mouth again. He sucked the full tip then dipped into the wide valley to tease Beau’s glans. He swirled his tongue a few times then opened up more, Beau’s soft steel filling the cavern of his mouth, swelling even more. Beau had picked up a slow rhythm, still holding onto his hair with one hand, caressing his cheek with the other. “That’s it, very nice.” Beau thrust harder. “You want more?” His voice was throaty and thick. Austin lifted his gaze and they locked eyes. He nodded as best he could with his lips encased around Beau’s thick cock. He opened as wide as he could, reaching up to grab the base of Beau’s shaft. Beau batted his hand away.
She sucked a breath between her teeth. So, so much better. “Did I get your attention?” he asked as he rubbed the tender spot. “Yes, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.” “That’s better.” He grabbed her ass cheeks like he had earlier and squeezed again. She surrendered to the exquisite pain, letting her body go limp. “Now, Sydney, I’m going to play with you the way I like to play with submissives. I want to ensure you get off, but this is about what I want, too.”
She never thought she could come from someone playing with her nipples before—the very idea seemed like Cosmo levels of pseudo-science—but with Dylan rolling his tongue against her flesh, she began to revise that firm denial. Every swipe of his teeth, every wet, mind-blowing suck had her inner muscles clenching around thin air, cunt begging to be filled. Her clit throbbed in time with the pendulum flick of Dylan’s tongue. And just as her pleas rose to a crescendo, he pulled away. Hazel groaned, breaths knifing in and out of her chest. “Bastard.”