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For Halloween

For the first time ever, I did a reading, and was not nervous! I was asked by my brilliant friend Gregory Crosby to read at his Halloween event this past Saturday. Aside from the delicious Montepulciano that I sipped, I read a horror fragment from my last NaNoWriMo novel. After some heavy editing, I was comfortable to read the piece. I bumped butts with a red devil at the bar–I was dressed as myself as I am today! I thought it would be fun for to share my horror with you. Hope you like it! This story was told from various perspectives so in this excerpt, there are two points of view.

Happy Halloween!

Renata, New York

“Come in Gus, come on in!” She cried manically, and pulled the door open.

Renata was ecstatic, she was beside herself.

This was her masterpiece—Lauren was her masterpiece.

Like anything else, murder was something that got better the more that you did it. She had had such a beautiful sharp knife, and it was amazing to her the things that she could do with it and how easy skin could be to transform.

“Come on in Gus, step right up and enjoy the show!” she cajoled.

She urged him as if she was in a circus, and was the ringmaster, while she clutched the pearls that she had taken from Lauren that were splattered with blood. They were gorgeous, and she often wanted to touch then, but she never had.

At least not while Lauren was alive…

Gus followed Renata, and she felt the heat of his body behind her and it aroused her more than murdering Lauren had.

Murdering Lauren was the hot! She wad beyond aroused while she was murdering her and her blood was let. She could not stop herself from licking it, and tasting it like the fine wine that it was in the sacrament of murder…

Gus, New York

Renata was covered in blood. He did not know how she could have seemed so sane when she was covered in blood. The closer they got, the sicker he felt, and more unhinged he became.


What was left of Lauren.

He did not even have a chance to feel sick before he was sick. He thought he would choke on his vomit. He got on his knees in it beside Lauren, and felt Renata smooth his hair as she knelt beside him.


Lauren looked like she had been shredded. Her face was pulpy and beyond recognition, except her knew her intimately so he saw her.

She reminded him of a Francis Bacon painting of a butcher, with carcasses in the foreground. Lauren was nothing more than a slaughtered animal. She was literally a pile of meat, the woman that he had loved more than any woman.

Renata continued to smooth his hair, and reassure him while he threw up.

“Now, we can be together,” she purred, as if this was all normal. “I have given you such a gift! I told you that I would make it all better and I have!”

He barely understood what she continued to say, but she went out triumphantly, before she wrapped her arms about him, and kissed his temple.

What had he heard? He had heard that Renata had methodically murdered three women he had loved so she could be with him.

He turned on her, and pushed her onto the pile that was Lauren’s body. Renata was dazed, and rolled onto her side.

“You want to murder me Gus? I am not going to help you make art. You have to know for yourself how to make art.“ She picked up a slab of Lauren’s corpse, before she lie on her back on top of her, luxuriating in the slaughtered flesh. “I can be your masterpiece like Lauren was mine…”

She raised her arms up over her head, and he curled over her prone body on the floor her pretending to be a victim when she was anything but.

Gus did not know what to feel when he heard sirens, sirens and shouts.

“Don’t move!”

And he did not move, he could not move…

francis bacon(s) via wikipedia

E[lust] No. 86

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Welcome to Elust 86

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #86 Start with the rules, come back October 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On Self-Objectification

Female Orgasms – Addressing Women’s Sexuality

Migraine – A Sexual Spiritual Explanation


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Can You Train a Sub to Orgasm on Command?

Rupert Campbell-Black and me…


~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Yes I’m a Sexblogger and No I don’t care about your dick

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Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

BUTTER FOR LUBE… Salted or Unsalted?
KOTW:Static on the line
Control Queen
Well, That Didn’t Go According to Plan

Writing about Writing

A BDSM Vignette from Two Viewpoints

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Sex Negative

Erotic Fiction

The Cure

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Polyquad Squad Orgasm
Beautiful Birthday Fuck
Purpose of Tasks
Do You Trust Me
The meanings of “good girl”

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

How Long Is Enough
The Virgin. Unlocking Feminine Power.
The Other Day
Communicate! Communicate! Communicate!
addressing doubts one step at a time
How D/s has taught me to stick up for myself

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Against All Odds


Where I’m From



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E[Lust] 83

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Welcome to Elust #83

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #84 Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

London Crows and London Kisses

I am Her. She is Me.

You Say You Want to Cook for Me


~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Unusual Liaison

Community. Respect. Friendship. Fucking.

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Dirty Little Secrets

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You Know

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

My Bed
Secular Submission
My therapy
from “hard limit” to “want”
We Measure the Nostalgia
The Cure and The Cause


Smut in the 6ix – Porn Conference & Gala

Erotic Fiction

Typing Errors
La Belle Dame
Sex and chocolate
The Imprisoned of HIM-HER-THEM
The Gift
Becca’s Story
Rope and Fixtures
As salty as his cum…
Dominating the Doctor

Erotic Non-Fiction

Teen Sex in Woolly Tights with 60s Beat Music
Dear Sadist: Your Cruelty Is Your Love
A male dom, the straight girl and the bi girl
Owned, Leashed, & Beaten
Jan 2015 Owned & Collared by Mistress Claire
Rinse The Days Filth Away
Power On
Keeping tally

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Formative Kink Epic Fail: “Buck Rogers”

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

If it was easy anyone could do it
What’s a service submissive?
Prescient Words

Writing About Writing

What if aspirational meant something else?


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Sinful Sunday, Week 272 — Dive

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Wicked Wednesday #206 — A Musical Interlude

Josephine made her drink over as Fiona had asked her to, but it was no stronger than it had been in the first place. Fiona leaned over the drink, and stared at Josephine’s waist. Josephine did not move from before her, and she was not sure why she had come there or what she wanted.

They were interrupted by a musical interlude, as the sax player who was there for the night started to play for the audience of the two of them.

“What are you doing here?” Josephine asked her.

Fiona shrugged and twisted herself around on her stool, to look at the sax player. Especially his mouth of the sax. She licked her lips, and looked up at Josephine.

“I want to taste you.”

Josephine pushed out her stomach, and Fiona caressed it when she tuned around to face her.

“I am not a toy for you and your girlfriend.”

Fiona slipped her finger inside of Josephine’s blouse which gaped at her stomach.

“If I had seen you first, and I was not with Alice? I would have known what you taste like. I would have known everything about you.”
Josephine took Fiona’s hand in hers.

“You assume that I would have let you…”

“You would have, no one ever tells me no…”

Fiona picked up Josephine’s e-cigarette, looking at her as a challenge.

“No one tells me no either,” Josephine said, picking up her e-cigarette in response to the challenge. Both of them stood there looking at each other, as the musical interlude continued.

“What time do you get off tonight?” fiona asked, when the music stopped.

“The same time as I usually do,” Josephine grinned.

Fiona stayed the rest of her shift, through all of the music interludes and left the bar with Josephine after her replacement. When the night air hit them in a rush, Fiona was startled when Josephine asked her to get into her car. Josephine had placed her hand on her thigh, as the sounds of sax filled the back of their taxi…

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “shorten,” today I am using “twist.”

the verb list

More musical interludes here:

wicked weds

Wicked Wednesday #203 – Go Ask Alice

“Do you have any questions for me?” Alice asked Fiona.

Alice stared at Fiona. She could not explain the way that she felt. There was nothing wrong with her relationship with Fiona. Nothing at all, and maybe that was why she was so defensive. Her prettily made up expression in the ornately framed mirror they had gotten at a flea market in Paris, was strange to her now.

When she fell in love with Fiona, Alice thought that that was going to be all for her. Fiona was beautiful, smart and talented. The life that they had together was the most amazing life Alice could ever have imagined, she went to bed and woke up happy. Fiona treated her like a princess, Josephine had said that she seemed like a princess when she saw her the first time.


Alice could still feel Josephine’s lips on her. From the first time they made out at the auction house, and from tonight at the bar. She took Fiona there because she wanted to see Josephine, but that had been a thoughtless move. The look of hurt on Josephine’s face had been too much to bear, when she saw her with Fiona. When Alice walked into the bathroom later, Josephine was already there and stared at her in the mirror.

“I’m sorry…” Alice had said to her. “I am sorry Jo…”

Josephine turned around, and looked at her. Alice could not say another word. Her head rolled against the wall as they kissed. Her hips rolled toward Josephine’s, when she cupped Josephine’s full breasts in her hands. Alice buried her face in the crook of Josephine’s neck, and Josephine caressed her back softly.

“Your queen is waiting for you…” Josephine said unceremoniously, walking away.

Alice watched Josephine walk away from her, before she turned to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was not smudged. Fiona did not say anything to her when she returned to the stool beside her at the bar, they seemed like the perfect couple as always across from Eliza and Oscar…

…and Josephine.

But as soon as they got into the cab, there was tension. Fiona walked past her and poured herself scotch, as soon as they were in their apartment. She stared at her for such a long time without saying anything, that Alice confronted her.

“Do you have something to ask me?” Alice asked urgently.
“Alice…” Fiona began.

Alice stared at her girlfriend, she would answer any questions that she asked her. She would never lie to Fiona.

“Alice, let’s go to bed…”

The questions that Fiona did not ask were heavy in the air. Alice stood in front of her. Confrontational again.

“What?” Fiona asked, her voice slurred. “I said let’s go to bed.”

And so they did.

I have started a new project, The Verb List, based on this list by Richard Serra.

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My Sexy Saturday — Some Sexy Action

I am sooooo thrilled to be in Jillian Boyd’s upcoming anthology, To Obey Her. It is our second book together with House of Erotica, the first one was Spy Games. Here is a peek of my story in the anthology, “With A Bow on Top.”


She took off her dress the way that Sabrina had asked her to. Sabrina smiled, and tipped her bowler hat at her, before she slowly undressed herself.

Annette felt more than naked after she took off her clothes. Standing in just her garter belt and stockings.

“No panties?” Sabrina asked, as she dragged her fingernail from Annette’s navel to the beginning of her slit.

Annette bit her lip, and shifted nervously. Her nipples were hard from the coolness of the room, and Sabrina being so close to her.

There is a ton more sexy action on the My Sexy Saturday blog. There will be a ton more about To Obey Her on my blog–stay tuned!


Guest Bloggers Kay Jaybee & KD Grace Present The Collared Collection!!!

I love the Brit Babes, so when I saw this release with beloved babes and friends Kay Jaybee and KD Grace, I flipped!!! I am soooo happy to host them as part of The Collared Collection, and heat up your Tuesday and mine!!!

Hugs and kisses and many thanks to F. Leonora Solomon for allowing us to come and tell her lovely readers about our newly released boxed set, The Collared Collection.

Containing The Pet Shop (Kd Grace) and The Voyeur (Kay Jaybee), this is one hot double bill – with some incredibly sexy characters tucked within its e-pages.


In The Pet Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James’s boss sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it’s extremely addicting. Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.

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In The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff – his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge’s gentleman’s club, Anya’s previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark?
In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.

Our Favourite Characters


Trying to choose a favourite character from The Voyeur is very difficult because, having created them all out of thin air myself, I’m rather fond of all of their quirks- good or bad.

Mark Parker is a very complicated character, and he doesn’t make it easy to like him. He is hard, cold, withdrawn- or is he? Ummm- I deliberately made it take time to warm to Mark though, so perhaps I would choose one of his assistants, Anya or Clara as my favourite character?

Both hyper-intelligent, both capable- and both very sexy…the choice is so tricky. I guess it comes down to one single simple fact for me. Anya is a red head. Clara is a blonde. For me there is no contest. The red head s going to win every time!!

Mini Extract-

Reclining in his chair, Mark raised his arm as if he was about to start a race, and gave the first order. ‘Strip.’

With practice born of repetition, the women divested themselves of their clothing, heaping their discarded garments onto the bed behind them.

Mark took a moment to study his staff, and then pointed to the foot of the four-poster bed. Understanding the unspoken request, the women stood, face to face, one metre apart.

Anya could feel her heart rate quicken further as she regarded Clara. It didn’t matter that she had enjoyed the feel of Clara’s skin a hundred times before; all that mattered was feeling it again, and soon.

‘As you will remember, you must remain exactly where you are, without touching each other, without making a sound. All you have to do is listen and refrain from moving.’


For me that’s a no-brainer. Of all the novels and stories I’ve written I have only twice had my heart stolen by characters. One of them is Tino. The fact that Tino doesn’t talk (Pets aren’t allowed to talk) the fact that he NEVER talks, means that he has to reveal himself in other ways, very sexy ways, but sometimes very vulnerable, very tender ways. I seriously was writing beyond myself when I wrote Tino and it was a bit of a Pygmalion moment, with me falling in love with my own creation. I think what makes Tino so special is that he has no agenda. As a Pet, he can totally be himself – something most people never really feel comfortable enough to do. The fact that he’s clearly living a dual life, though, makes him even more interesting. Does that mean his alter-ego is entirely fake? Does that mean his alter-ego is any less loveable? Tino is the character who raises all of those questions about all the facets of the Self, and how we rate and value those facets. That’s why I love him. He holds up a mirror to the reader and then just when we start to take ourselves too seriously, he waves his cock at us and smiles. He’s shy, he’s bold, he’s brash, he’s often poorly behaved, and he’s utterly, completely and wonderfully ready for the rough and tumble.

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The manual was right. Once Stella got the hang of offering Tino choice morsels in her open hand, the laving of his velvety wet tongue, the slight nipping of teeth and curling of lips was lovely …

… Tino scooted and wriggled himself until, at last, he sat between her legs, his humid breath warming her mons. With each morsel of food, he insinuated his waiting face a little closer to her pussy until her open palm with its offered titbit was practically resting against her pubis. When a particularly sticky morsel of toast ended up on the chair between her legs, he carefully licked up every bit from the chair, and then he continued lapping his way right on up between her legs.

She caught her breath with a little whimper and a jerk. The bite of toast she was about to offer slipped from her hand onto her belly. Tino wasn’t bothered. He simply squeezed in between the table and her body, forcing her chair back just enough that he could nibble and lick the toast and honey from her tightening abdominal muscles. That done, he picked up where he’d left off, nibbling and licking between her pouting labia.

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Bio – K D Grace

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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Bio- Kay Jaybee

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO.

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at 

You can follow Kay on –




Brit Babes Site

Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane 

Happy reading everyone,

Kay and KD xx


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Guest Post: The Beautiful F. Leonora Solomon On Food and Attraction

Tantalizing Guest Blogger Tamsin Flowers Talks Money Shot and Paris!!!

It’s a huge pleasure to be here on F.’s blog today as she’s one of my favorite people in the erotica writing community—unstintingly supportive and charming beyond measure. She’s invited me over to celebrate the publication of a new story of mine in Money Shot, a new big-box bundle from Excite Spice.

The thing is, I knew from the start that F. would love this story. That’s not me being cocky—I knew she’d love Scaling the Heights because of its setting. She’s made no secret of the fact that she absolutely adores Paris, so I knew that a slice of Parisian erotica featuring two of the most iconic sites in the City of Lights would immediately appeal.

I have to say, I love Paris too. I first went there on my first grown-up holiday with my first boyfriend, and I’ve been back I don’t know how many times since. It’s the most romantic city I know, knocking Venice out of the water for my money and beating Marrakesh, Vienna, Amsterdam or any other city you care to mention. What is it about Paris that captivates? Je ne sais quois! The food, the wine, the architecture, obviously. A whiff of Gauloises on the street, that particular French shrug of the shoulder… I don’t know but I can’t get enough of it.

“The guidebook says that to truly know a city you must plumb its depths and scale its heights,” said Thomas. “I think that holds true of people, too. Plumb their depths to scale their heights…”

So what’s the story? On a luxurious trip to Paris, Roisin discovers her new billionaire boyfriend is a Dominant and wants her to be his sub. It’s a world she knows nothing about and after her first taste of punishment, she’s not sure it’s a role she wants to embrace. But Thomas is irresistible and she’s caught in his thrall like a startled deer caught in headlights. Can he prove to her that the pleasure is worth the pain on a trip to one of the city’s most iconic sites?

“The most important rule for you to remember,” he murmured, popping an oyster into my mouth, “is that I now control when and where you come. You are expressly forbidden from coming without my permission. Even when we’re away from each other.”
His wicked smile caused a tightening of muscles I didn’t even know I had and, as I shifted position, I could feel a slick of hot juices sticking me to my coat. We were sitting side by side, facing the extraordinary view, but the pressure of one of his fingers running up the outside of my thigh was doing more to play havoc with my breathing than the fabulous location.
“You have to earn every orgasm through good behavior.”
“But I…”
Underneath the table, his hand pushed the soft black fabric up my leg. I leaned back with my head against the banquette. I couldn’t fight the sensations he was stirring in me. Fingers grazing the soft skin on the inside of my thigh. My mouth drooped open, slack with longing. My eyes were closed. Who needed a view across Paris when the fireworks were all internal?
“Don’t. You. Dare.” There was menace in his voice that carried the threat of punishment.
I wanted to push his hand away because that might be the only way to prevent myself from coming right there in a busy restaurant. But I couldn’t. I was like a startled deer in the glare of the poacher’s headlamps. Thomas had me presumably where he wanted me—wanting him, wanting this to never end. Hardly caring that we were in public, that a waiter might approach us at any moment to pour some more wine or clear our plates.
I gasped at a sudden freezing sensation pushing up into the cleft between my legs, high up into my pussy.
“An ice cube?” The shock brought me suddenly to attention.
Thomas laughed as I rifled under my serviette to retrieve it.
“You needed cooling down a little.”
I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger up to seal my lips.
“You’ve got to earn your pleasures. Don’t be a naughty girl.”
Licking chocolate dacquoise off his fingers didn’t help either. I felt so charged, so needy. Before Paris, before Thomas, I had no idea someone could set me alight like this, and I was astonished at his power over me.
“Come on,” he said, when the waiter had cleared our coffee cups away. “Let’s go outside and get acquainted with that view.”
On the restaurant’s terrace, the cool air felt like a salve and, as we savored the city from the second level of the tower, I wondered with some trepidation what the rest of the evening held in store. I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to be his submissive after the previous night’s experience. But, this evening in the restaurant, I’d never felt so sexy or so turned on. I couldn’t bear the thought of not finding out how high Thomas could take me. Through the fine fabric of the trench I felt his hand skimming my buttocks. My stomach flipped and I turned to face him so he could read the need in my face.
“Come,” he said.
He led me over to where the elevators left for the top level of the tower, another five hundred feet above us. After a couple of minutes, the lift doors opened in front of us and he ushered me into the small glass car. A woman made a move to join us but Thomas barred her way with his arm.
“Please take the next elevator,” he said.
She frowned at him but stepped back. The doors slid shut and, with a sound of grinding gears, we started to climb slowly into the night sky.
“Now we scale the heights,” said Thomas, tugging at the belt of my coat. “I’ve got precisely one minute and forty seconds until we reach the top. One minute and forty seconds to make you come.”

Money Shot is available from:
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Don’t miss Tamsin’s latest interview with Rose Caraway, and get caught up with her AMAZING serial Alchemy!