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.”
I initially discovered Alex Jordaine’s FemDom erotic fiction when I read ‘Mistress of Torment’, the very first of his highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of books. I thoroughly enjoyed it -and he remains one of my favourite writers a dozen such novels later.
As time has gone on, I’ve also delved deeper into gay fiction. It’s fun to get inside the head of a male character and find out what makes him tick, and the only thing better than writing about one gorgeous, sexy man is writing about two. Over the last year, I’ve been writing my first ever series of novels, Lionhearts, which combines gay and paranormal themes in a number of stories about lion shifters and the humans they are destined to take as their mates. This has enabled me to set books in interesting places like Amsterdam (my favourite city outside the one where I live and write, London) and the Champagne region of France.
“I’m not asking you to fuck me.” “Not yet. But you will. We both know that when your knickers are off and you’re over my knee, your bottom bared and thoroughly spanked, you’ll beg me to fuck you. You always do.”
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.
Dulce DeVine is a true renaissance woman, and she honors her passions by creating, performing, teaching, learning, and embracing life. She is an erotica writer, burlesquerina, danseuse du ventre, tarot reader, Reiki Master, and priestess with Romani blood running through her veins.
Something about the woman in the blue merry widow and matching slave collar caught my attention. I liked the way her panties fit over her pubic mound, and the sleek look of her long dancer’s legs, in black thigh-high stockings and four inch heels. She looked to be in her late twenties, several years younger than I, with huge blue eyes and a head of wiry brown curls fanning out to her shoulders. Her small, perky breasts rode high on her chest; her asscheeks were firm and round. She was very pretty—in a strictly female kind of way. I saw her arrive with a couple, but watched her constantly as she moved gracefully around the room without them, and had the sense she was alone.
He hunched over her, enjoying the feel of her nails across his back and the eagerness of her kisses. He left her lips to trail down her chin to her neck. He played there a little before going lower. Her full mounds fit perfectly in his hands. He teased her nipples with his tongue, drawing sharp cries of pleasure out of her. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Give yourself over to me.” She shook as he traced his right hand down her body to cover her wet pussy. She gasped when he pushed his finger against her clit. “Cody.” “That’s right,” he encouraged. “Know who has you. Who you belong to.”
If you're at all curious about, turned on by, or eager to improve your technique when squirting, then you're going to love the author featured this week. It's R Leigh in the erotic author spotlight and she has written several books dedicated to the hot topic of female ejaculation, aka squirting. Are you ready to enroll in Squirt School? Perhaps you'd like to read real life squirting stories? R Leigh has written the books for you.
That followed by his nasty words, teasing fingers, and the plug in her ass made her crazed. She writhed on the bed as much as her bindings would allow, tossing her head, causing the blindfold to slip from her eyes, whimpering, then crying out in agony and ecstasy, fighting the need to cum. It was a losing battle but still she fought, she had to: cumming wasn’t allowed. To make matters worse, Nicholas kept up a stream of dirty talk as he paddled her backside, right cheek, left cheek, down to the tops of her thighs, then right in the middle of her ass again, the nasty naughties he hissed priming her cunt like a pump.
Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express, and "a hell of a writer" by Violet Blue, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. Her sultry short stories have appeared in more than 100 anthologies including Coupling edited by Sommer Marsden and Sex for America edited by Stephen Elliott.
Soon, both of her legs were bound from ankle to thigh, her slick lips completely open. Damian moved to the floor. The chair he’d been sitting in hit the carpet with a soft thud when he kicked it out of the way. Tommy pointed to the other chair, and Damian kicked it away too. “Put your hands on your tits.”
Justine Elyot's next book is entitled Lecture Notes and is out on the 1st October. Enjoy this free teaser from the book! He rinses off the foam and surveys his handiwork with detached approval. “Much better,” he opines. He leans down and breathes on it, making my skin pucker into goosepimples. “Now you cannot hide from me.”
"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.
Having worked in the film and fashion industries for over two decades, Jeanette Lebo is no stranger to the sexual exploits that accompany ambition and fame. Jeanette’s passion for writing and love of erotica combined with her life experience led her to pen her first erotic novel, Off Limits: a story about a successful film Production Director who falls hopelessly in love with a younger guy who is totally off-limits. Jeanette’s second novel, Chandra, is based on one of the naughtier characters in Off Limits, and is scheduled for release in early 2016 . . . stay tuned.
What few clothes the dominatrix was wearing – a bra that barely contained her full breasts and a tiny skirt that merely skimmed her shapely thighs and underneath which she was naked – were of soft black leather as were her knee length high heeled boots.
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.