Jenna Byrnes: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Jenna Byrnes and does she have some hot stories to tell you! You can learn all about this fantastic author in her spotlight below, as well as enjoying three brain-meltingly sexy free excerpts from her books.
Alex pulled the waistband of Conor’s shorts down enough to allow the swollen head of his rigid cock to poke free, then pinned it in place with the stretchy fabric. He rubbed the exposed tip with a finger, gathering a few drops of moisture, chuckling in delight as Conor squirmed and wriggled beneath him. He applied his wet fingertip to one of Conor’s hard nipples and leant forward to run his tongue firmly around the other. He sat back and blew a steady stream of cool air across the damp flesh and Conor moaned, his breath coming in short pants.
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.”
Braden shut her up by kissing her. One minute she was raving like a lunatic and the next moment he claimed her mouth with his. At first, she didn’t respond as surprise rippled through her. She simply took in the fact that her stoic, taciturn cowboy was, in fact, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth, letting her tongue meet the seam of his lips. He opened immediately and swirled their tongues together. It was different from Leo’s kiss but no less sensual. Her fear melted into desire and, when he pulled back to stare at her with his blazing blue orbs, her fear evaporated.
"Answer me, slut!" With his free hand he gives a vicious twist to my right nipple. It's still swollen and tender from the clamps he made me wear through dinner. A bolt of pain arcs from the abused nub down to my engorged clit, transmuting to electric pleasure along the way. "Ow! Oh...!" He slides a finger along the wet slit between my splayed thighs, then snatches it away.
“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.
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.
Kate Deveaux: This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Kate Deveaux, who writes for Totally Bound. Thanks for being a part of the author spotlights Kate! Lovely to have you on board, thanks for letting Cara Sutra readers know more about the lady behind the books.
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.
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.
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.
This week's erotic author in the spotlight is Grey Francis, author of the Into The Dark Woods series and the newly released Bound To A Vampire erotic book. You can find out more about Grey below, including a revealing Q&A and a hot freebie excerpt.
Bruce was forty, fat and frumpy while she had a face like a Disney character’s; innocently round, with oversized blue eyes, a pert little nose and plump, pouty lips. Her body would never have got past Disney’s arbiters of taste though — nor proportion, as each of her enhanced breasts was almost the size of a man’s head. Equally synthetic were her stiletto nails, spider lashes, caramel tan and platinum blonde hair.
Then he kissed her. Enveloped her mouth with his own. Her taste exploded over his taste buds, infusing its uniqueness into him. Imprinting onto his mind and soul was the taste of grapefruit. A luscious, picked at the peak of perfection grapefruit. Sprinkled with just a hint of pure cane sugar. And in that instant, Taber found himself totally and utterly addicted. Not to mention fucked.
That’s when I really started to explore what I was doing. I started copying some of the shit I had seen girls doing in those porn movies, like licking around his head, seeing how deep I could push into my mouth, twisting my head from side-to-side as sucked him, all that sort of crazy shit. And I guess some of it worked because Danny started moaning a little bit.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Leo—not yet anyway,” he whispered. A knot of disappointment wound in Leo’s belly. His cock was still surging forward but he was completely unashamed of the fact that his trousers appeared to have a tent pole in them. He needed to get some kind of relief, some kind of satisfaction. He’d go mad if he didn’t. He was sure of it.
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.
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.”