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.
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.
This week it's the lovely Barbara Elsborg in the erotic author spotlight, who is published by Totally Bound. You can find out more about Barbara below, including three free excerpts from her sexy books, Kiss Interrupted, Talking Trouble and Perfect Trouble.
Bob McNeil is a writer, spoken word artist and illustrator of some modest renown. Influenced by Jessica Holter and Anaïs Nin, he attempts to address the needs of our human mosaic. Although Bob McNeil is primarily known for political art and poetry, a few of his erotic stories were published by MM Publications, Ltd and New Wave Press, Inc.
We turned several corners of narrow, winding streets. I smelled garlic, tomatoes on the vine, then he pushed me down a narrow opening against a wall. It was warm against my back and he was very hard as he pressed into me. He kissed me. His breath smelled like peppermint and coffee. “You haven’t been smoking,” I said, as he rubbed his gigantic cock against me. “I never smoke when I want to fuck. I’m really glad you came.” He trailed his tongue down my neck then stopped. He made my heart race and he knew it. “Take it out,” he whispered, moving back to my ear. “I can’t take it out,” I said, as people kept traipsing past us. “Take it out. Now.”
“Yes,” moaned Hannah in-between kisses. He was definitely in the right place, and although it felt better than his finger-play weeks before, she still didn’t feel quite the same as when her husband or even she had done it before. So she simply decided to move their play into another position. She spun on top of him, skirt still up, and backed into him in a lap dance. She grabbed for his hand and stuffed it back into the front of her panties, allowing him to pet her while she intensified the gyration as she backed into him. Danny groaned, and then lifted her off of him quickly. “I think I need some air.” He quickly exited the back seat, and stood up next to the car, taking in a few deep breaths. Hannah smiled. She might have made him almost pop right then and there. She felt a sense of pride that she could do so much to him, fully clothed. She wished she could do more. “Are you okay?” she asked, leaning out of the back seat to look at him.
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!
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!
he stepped back, and wielded the paddle again, delivering a couple of hard, stinging swipes to his throbbing bumcheeks, and that was the point when he raised his head momentarily and opened his eyes, and saw Rosa. She’d just slipped in through the door between the two bars, and she looked at him, and she saw him, bent over, being thrashed and clearly loving it,
Destiny Moon: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Destiny Moon and you can find out more about this lovely author in her feature below. Destiny shares fascinating facts about herself as well as her musings on why she writes what she writes. There are also three brilliant excerpts for you to enjoy, including one from a novel which is released later this year. Thanks for stepping into the spotlight, Destiny!
He lifted her dress and slid his hand around to her already throbbing clitoris. He stopped only long enough to tear off her flimsy lace panties, then, she almost came immediately his fingers began a slow, rhythmic circling of her moist vulva lips. She almost moaned aloud again but, his other hand on her waist, he again shushed her into silence.
Defying societal rules of morality, Nick and Christie submit to the exquisite pleasure of Henry’s possessive attention. Henry ignites feelings within Nick he’d never experienced before—a smouldering need and insatiable hunger—that only Henry could satisfy.
Callista pushed her hand between her tightly clenched thighs and pressed the heel of it against her aching flesh. The sharp tingle spread out from her center flooding her with instant heat. Damn him! She thought as her body shuddered. Why am I allowing him to make me feel this way? Surrender, indeed! The nerve of him. Does he really think he can manipulate my mind with basic NLP? He may be trying to get me in the mood for the project, but I am not his Guinea pig, I am his assistant. I will have to make the terms of this arrangement very clear before we begin. She tried to work for a while, pushing away the thoughts of her earlier conversation with Anbu and his suggestive message. She fooled herself into believing it was working, but when a video on the mating habits of the African Dung Beetle seemed arousing to her, she slammed the laptop shut. King of love, huh! She muttered to herself. Grabbing the cold bottle of Rose′ from her fridge, she headed to her neighbor Chad’s apartment.
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.
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.
“What the hell, Max?” she exclaimed, but it wasn’t because of his nudity. She’d seen him naked more times than any other woman. He stepped into a pair of tight boxer shorts and turned around, preparing himself for the grief he had been hoping to avoid. “What have I done now?” he asked, walking towards the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of dark, shredded jeans.
A stool scraped the bathroom floor and she heard him settle on the milking stool next to the tub, but she refused to open her eyes. Bottles clanked and new scents competed in the steamy air. She gasped when a familiar hand stroked the tender skin of her stomach. Soap slid over her body and she sighed from the pleasure of the contact. He washed her with a soft touch, tenderly soaping every inch of her skin except for the one place where she wanted it most. Her tits throbbed unbearably and she whimpered at the intensity of the feeling. “Poor dear.” Rumpelstiltskin chuckled. “A little sore today, are we?” “Please.” She arched towards him, but he pulled away. Her eyes snapped open and she saw herself in the mirror. Milk was streaming out of her nipples, staining the water with their creamy elixir.
When Emily Donahue sets eyes on Ash Bristol, she is convinced he’s the one she’d been waiting for, her Prince Charming. But wealthy playboy Ash Bristol’ has been burned. He’s sworn off relationships, vowing to have nothing more than a series of steamy one night stands. So when he meets Emily, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he resolves to seduce her, possess her…and walk away. The passion that ignites between them has him questioning his decision. He begins to suspect he just tossed away the best thing that’s ever happened to him…and vows to win her back.