Now I was completely naked and he turned me to face the street. One storey below a delivery boy drove by on a bike but didn't see. A couple on the beach across the grass looked up and were watching. Afternoon shoppers gathered. They all saw me, a nude woman at the full-length window...crying? He put his hand on the back of my neck, turning me forward into the full light of the afternoon.
Megan Hart writes books. Some of them use a lot of bad words, but most of the other words are okay. She can't live without music, the internet, or the ocean, but she and soda have achieved an amicable uncoupling. She can't stand the feeling of corduroy or velvet, and modern art leaves her cold.
If you're a fan of erotic anthologies, chances are you've seen her name adorn the pages, or the cover, of your favourite saucy reads. I am part way through Rachel's latest hot anthology, The Big Book of Orgasms which contains an appetite whettening 69 sexy stories to indulge in. My review will be coming soon, appropriately enough.
Kait Gamble invites you to read, escape and fall in love with her erotic romance novels. Stepping into the author spotlight at Cara Sutra this week, Kait shares with you details of her latest releases, as well as some tantalising free excerpts to enjoy. Put the kettle on, put your feet up and prepare to whet your appetite for more with these delicious sexy story snippets.
Aaron assumed Valen meant the cum that kept landing on him. After it hit Aaron’s chin, Valen arched his pelvis closer and Aaron’s cheek and neck were the recipients of the next two shots of spunk. The fourth one landed on Aaron’s shoulder. Aaron opened his mouth up to speak. He got no further than a startled sound when Valen swiped his fingers through his own cum then held them to Aaron’s lips. Aaron’s belly fluttered and he debated what to do for all of a half second. He stuck his tongue out tentatively in case he absolutely hated the taste of cum, then moaned happily when he discovered that the salty flavor wasn’t bad at all. A little bitter. Aaron had always preferred that over sweet. “Gods, that’s so sexy.” Valen pushed his spunk-covered fingers into Aaron’s mouth. “The things we could do together...” Aaron sucked eagerly, both appalled and thrilled with his own daring. “Fuck,” Valen gritted out. “Your tongue feels so silky. It’s made for my—” He pressed his lips together and yanked his fingers from Aaron’s mouth.
I could almost hear the screams from the Internet trolls on this one. I, myself, had serious problems with this question. Did I really want people to see the bizarre and twisted things I look up on a daily basis or did I want to live without Internet. I decided a little experiment was in order to help make my decision clear. Living without Internet seemed the easier of the two and in the South, especially where I happen to live, we have tremendous thunderstorms. I just needed a storm large enough to kill the power and I could gauge my reaction.
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.
I was so focused on my stinging arse and the wetness coming down my upper thighs that I almost didn’t notice that he had gone to pick up yet more torture toys. I eagerly opened my buttocks when he started pressing the butt-plug against my opening. How strangely wonderful it felt as it slowly entered me...
You can find the raunchy words of Lily Harlem in a plethora of erotic anthologies in the UK and USA, as well as reading her sexy stories either as a full length novel or as bite-sized bliss in short stories. Covering the entire spread (!) of the erotic writing spectrum, Lily Harlem writes about intriguing and warm characters and scenes from romance and love to outrageously filthy sex.
Then he sucked hard and pumped me, once, twice. And I was lost. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. I fisted his hair, trying to warn him, but it only made him look up at me. His dark eyes and his perfect lips around my cock did me in. Then he moaned. I came so fucking hard.
"There is a woman sitting across from me. Buttoned up, all business. What is she like when she lets her hair down? I'll bet she likes it in the ass. I can almost see her, bent over, plump round butt in the air, shivering with lust as she waits to be taken. She might even like a little spanking first. After he makes her ass nice and pink, her lover pours massage oil between her spread cheeks, then rubs it into her hungry hole as she mewls like a cat in heat. She longs to be stuffed with cock and her lover obliges. While he fucks her back door, she sucks his fingers."
Scarlett Delage: Without any ceremony, the man walked forward, grabbed hold of the Abess’ hair with his hand and roughly shoved his penis between her lips, shoving it so far in she began to choke, but the man seemed not to care and began to thrust himself in and out of the kneeling woman’s mouth. As he did so he began to talk...
Janine Ashbless is unusual in the erotica genre in that she prefers to write fantasy in the other sense – swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore. She wants to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human. Occasionally she does a bit of romance too, but don't rely on her giving you a happy-ever-after.
The Woman took him on that offer, she slipped off her panties, showing off her perfect neatly trimmed bush. The Boy admired her sublime womanly magnificence with an infatuated eye. “Of all the pussies I've seen, yours ranks as number one. It looks warm and inviting. And, best of all, the carpets perfectly match the drapes, a plus in my books.”
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.
He tore her leggings down and, in a hurry, pressed her leg up and open. She positioned him and with a hot moan, she stroked along the ultra sensitive head. He had to tense every muscle to hold still for her. She was wet. More than wet. She was soaked, so wet for him he bent, took her mouth in a rough kiss and fucked up into her without a thought other than how bad he needed her. “So wet,” he growled. “For me?” “Yes, oh my God, you’re so perfect. All for you,” she whispered, releasing him but grabbing hold of his shoulders instead and moaning for him. “Give me all of it.”