Because I want your sex…stories

Fetish #shortstories Because I want your sex

1/20/2020

The theme this time is fetish. I am excited about this. Please bring your best sexy imagery in the form of a short story.

I will post pretty much all of the stories. Please be warned that any stories that I receive that are unedited or not legal/appropriate, will not be on my page. Luckily none have graced my eyes as of yet, but just fair warning. But...BUT! dark erotica is welcome. ;)

REMINDER it should be clean, and I mean edited people. I like it dirty. Check out my free reads if you don't believe me. ;p

The stories need to be submitted by February 29th. I will pick my favorite and put it at the top!

So the dirty details….

Fetish Short
Photo of inspiration (optional)
Under 3500 words

Oh, and please provide in your email your twitter handle, blog/website. ;)

Contact me suzyayersauthor [at] gmail [dot] com or on my contact page for any questions. (I have my email like this so I don't get spammed by bots if you are wondering. ;) )

I will post this on all my social media sites as well as multiple times on Twitter.

Winner is encouraged to take my button over on the right-hand side as well. Please post on your blog ;)

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Holiday fun Because I want your sex...Stories #writing #contest

11/13/2014

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So the theme this month is pretty simple Holiday Themed. We are approaching Thanksgiving. So you have Thanksgiving through New Years open to pick from.

I will post pretty much all of them. Be warned that any stories received that are unedited or not legal/appropriate, will not be on my page. Luckily none have graced my eyes as of yet, but just fair warning. But...BUT! dark erotica is welcome. ;)

REMINDER it should be clean, and I mean edited people. I like it dirty. Check out my free reads if you don't believe me. ;p

The stories need to be submitted by December 10th. I will pick my favorite and put it at the top!

So the dirty details….

Holiday fun
Under 3500 words

Oh and please provide in your email your twitter handle, blog/website. ;)

Contact me suzyayersauthor [at] gmail [dot] com or on my contact page for any questions. (I have my email like this so I don't get spammed by bots if you are wondering. ;) )

I will post this on all my social media sites as well as multiple times on Twitter.

Winner is encouraged to take my button over on the right hand side as well. Please post on your blog ;)

PS Have you grabbed this Freebie? Sexy Holiday Bites is a delicious way to heat up your evening. Click on it!

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May I please? #writing #contest Calling all erotica writers Because I want your sex...Stories

5/3/2014

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May I please? Writing Contest!

So the theme this month is pretty simple. The hero/heroine needs to beg for it. Whether that is sex, orgasm, pleasuring their partner, a spanking…you decide and have fun. I can’t wait. I’ve missed this part of my blog.

All will be shared and voted upon.

Be warned that any stories received that are unedited or not legal/appropriate, will not be on my page. Luckily none have graced my eyes as of yet, but just fair warning. But...BUT! dark erotica is welcome. ;)

Of course it should be clean, and I mean edited people. I like it dirty. Check out my free reads if you don't believe me. ;p

The stories need to be submitted by May 17th. The vote will be during the week and I will post the winner on Sunday May 25th.

So the dirty details….

Requesting or begging for something.
Under 1000 words

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Spring Fever! Erotica #Writing #Contest

2/28/2014

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I'm tired of the snow!! Please send me something hot. I am thinking outdoor sex and lots of it people.

All will be shared and voted upon.

Be warned that any stories received that are unedited or not legal/appropriate, will not be on my page. Luckily none have graced my eyes as of yet, but just fair warning. But...BUT! dark erotica is welcome. ;)

Of course it should be clean, and I mean edited people. I like it dirty. Check out my free reads if you don't believe me. ;p

The stories need to be submitted by March 14th. I will post the winner on Sunday March 16th.

So the dirty details….

sex outdoors
Under 1000 words

Oh and please provide in your email your twitter handle, blog/website. ;)

Contact me suzyayersauthor [at] gmail [dot] com or on my contact page for any questions. (I have my email like this so I don't get spammed by bots if you are wondering. ;) )

The winner will win any book of mine of their choice...or if they prefer one that will soon be published. I will email you a PDF or mobi. etc format you prefer. And of course they will be posted on my page.

Winner is encouraged to take my button over on the right hand side as well. Please post on your blog ;)

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Anti-Valentine's stories @TaraEamesWriter @TheBlack_Writer #submitted #contest #writing

2/16/2014

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It’s Yours; It’s Mine

The West End
Long Branch, New Jersey
Valentine’s Day Evening

He thought he’d messed up. Big time. The question had come out of his mouth before he’d thought it through. But he’d seen the way the men were looking at her in the restaurant. He’d seen their unhidden desire, the raw lust in their eyes as they’d gazed at his wife. He’d seen the women too – the wives and girlfriends and lovers – glaring at Aurélle with their expressions dripping bitter jealousy instead of enjoying their Valentine’s Day dinners.

Even in her overcoat his wife exuded sexuality, so everyone watched as the hostess escorted them to their table. All eyes watched her stride in her four-inch red heels. They gaped at her sensuous sway, at the curve of her strong dancer’s calves, and at the erotic arch of her feet in her heels.

They watched as he’d helped his wife out of her coat; he could have sworn that a hush came over the room. He knew some men had to shift in their chairs as their erections came to life when they saw Aurélle’s beauty revealed in her black belted dress…a red belt at her waist that showed that she had no waist…at the way her round hips and bottom flared out from that non-existent waist…at the split in her skirt that opened as she sat down, showing a glimpse of the pathway to a paradise they would never know.

He’d seen them all looking, the men with longing and the women hating. But what had gotten to him…what had made him ask Aurélle the question…were the men. If they looked at her this way in a restaurant, then on her night job at Shadows…

“Do they ever offer you money to do more than dance?” he’d asked as they were finishing their meal.

It was a question that had to cross the mind of most men involved with a woman who danced for other men’s pleasure. But it was a wrong question and a stupid question for him to ask. He was a man. He knew how men thought. Of course they’d offered money to the most desirable woman most of them would ever see. So the pointless question had pointed to the deeper question. That was why Aurélle had answered him with a look of surprise and hurt.

He’d apologized as he drove them home. She’d said that it was okay. But he knew his wife. He knew it wasn’t okay. He’d hurt her by asking the question.

He thought he’d ruined Valentine’s Day.

When they got home she’d presented him with a bottle of wine given to them as a gift from Amarante, her employer at Shadows. The wine was a hybrid of the wine created by Aurélle’s grandfather in Louisiana. Amarante had had it analyzed and modified into her own exclusive brand. The wine was called Passion’s Nectar.

Aurélle had told him to sit down on the sofa as she poured glasses for them. Then she put on the music and did what she does so well.

So now Gordon sat in his living room, watching his wife dance for him to a song called “The Principles of Lust” by Enigma. He watched as she gave him his own private striptease.

He hadn’t seen her get dressed before they went out. So he was surprised to see that beneath her black belted dress she wore only a thin ruby chain around her hips. A red satin heart hung from the chain, covering her treasure. She danced for him in red four-inch heels and a red satin heart. It was her Valentine’s Day gift to him. But while her body whispered desire, her face still showed her hurt.

He wanted to say something to her to make things right. But the wine--Passion’s Nectar—was so potent. His mind felt enclosed in fog. He couldn’t focus enough to come up with the right words.

And the wine had another effect, so much more powerful than her uncle’s homemade wine. As he watched his wife dance, the thing between his legs thickened and lengthened until it felt like a throbbing shaft of concrete.

Aurélle was watching him as she danced. The hurt was still in her eyes. Her sensuous mouth was turned down in a pout. Occasionally she’d move to the coffee table; take a sip from her own glass and then move back to dance some more. Gordon wondered what effect the wine was having on her, how much it was boosting her desire.

The song ended.

She stood looking at him, her luscious bare breasts heaving, her eyes blazing now, the hurt replaced by something else.

“Take it out,” she said. It wasn’t a request, but a command.

He struggled because he was so hard, but managed to release himself from the confines of his clothing. The shaft of concrete stood straight up, throbbing in the air.

“Look at me,” she said.

He was already looking.

She reached back, unfastened the chain, tossed away the red satin heart. She stepped out of her heels.

She said, “Look at this body.”

He kept looking.

“Don’t you know me?” she asked. “Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you know what I am?”

“I’m sorry, Baby…”

She said, “This isn’t my body, Gordon. It’s not mine to give to anyone. This body belongs to you, and any pleasure it gives or receives is at your whim.” She held up her left hand so that he could see her wedding ring. “That’s what this ring means.”

She came to him then, stepped around the coffee table and stood over him, looked down at him…at the shaft of concrete throbbing up at her. “And that belongs to me,” she said. “It’s mine and no one else’s, to do with as I will.”

He reached for her, but she moved away, out of his reach.

“Don’t ever hurt me like that again, Gordon. Don’t.”

“Baby, I’m…”

“And don’t apologize again. Now come to bed and bring me my property. And come and claim yours.”

Aurélle turned away and went to their bedroom.

Gordon got up and followed, his wife’s property leading the way.

© 15 February 2009
The Black

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Crawling to Paris
Published by Tara Eames at Smashwords
Copyright 2013 Tara Eames

“See you at the bar!” Jess bellowed at Paris. Paris lacked enthusiasm at this idea but felt she should go along, especially if it kept Jess quiet. She made her way down to the office shower in the basement and switched it on. Whilst waiting for it to warm up she peered at herself in the mirror. She looked tired but it wouldn’t take much to put that straight. She threw her loose amber curls into a bun and stepped into the steaming shower. She smoothed the soaking suds into her body and she began to feel alive again, massaging the lather into her hips and breasts. The steam reigniting her skin and mind. Upon reapplying her make-up she felt confident in herself again and ready to socialise with work colleagues. Her deep, dark marble eyes shone wickedly and the slick red lip stick she applied reinforced that even more. She didn’t know why she was bothering to make the effort, there was no one to impress, especially if the dullard IT crew would be in attendance.

She walked into the room, scanning for Jess. She saw the back of the head of the person Jess was talking to and she knew: it was him - Declan. She hadn’t seen him for over a year and no, she still wasn’t over him. They had been together for eight months when he had suddenly decided he just had to go travelling. Within a few weeks it was ‘Goodbye’ and she hadn’t heard from him since. Just as her mind raced Jess caught her eye, and with that Declan turned around. “Shit”, she thought. She strutted over – curls bouncing, pencil skirt skimming her curvaceous hips and the black stilettos with the thin silver heel giving that extra boost that she was appreciative for at this moment.

“Declan! Hi...” She felt her face overcompensating for the anger she was trying to keep at bay within, “How was your holiday?”

She knew that would piss him off. Jess could sense the tension and knew only too well that Paris had been waiting for this interaction, running it through her head for the past year – it was definitely time to leave them to it –

“Just going to speak to Julie from accounts…”

Neither of them noticed Jess’ departure. Paris and Declan were like two cats in a stand-off – proud, antagonizing but quietly scared inside. Paris was relieved she decided to take that shower and even more relieved she decided to wear the bra that gave her already bountiful breasts a little bit more bounce.

“You’re still angry then?” Declan dumbly declared. How dare he? She thought.

“What do you think? You made my life a nightmare, it was hell at work, everyone whispering about me and how you’d left me. You acted like an arsehole. Couldn’t even pick up the phone to me or send me a text? What sort of man are you? I just hope your holiday was worth it.”

She was on a one way train to fury and didn’t intend to give him any relief. But she felt empowered by the way his eyes continually shifted from her eyes to her breasts. She came in close to him, he could smell her familiar perfume and the scent of her hair; he felt himself harden. “I don’t know whether to fuck you or thump you”. She stared into his eyes and he wondered if she had the power to burn them out; he had never seen her like this before.

“That’s why I’m here; I’ve felt so guilty about it since I left. I knew you’d be out for the team drinks tonight and...” He sounded pathetic, he knew he did and she loved seeing his weakness. Paris had waited a long time and she deserved this. She couldn’t help but noticed he was mounting in his trousers and it irritated her that she too was turned on by his arousal. She could feel the familiar stir in her pussy. She bit her lip when she looked into his blue eyes – out of frustration? Arousal? Uncertainty? She didn’t know. But she knew she wasn’t ready to end this conversation.

“Look…” Declan said sternly, growing in confidence, “we clearly have a lot to talk about..”

“Oh you think?”, Paris interjected. “Now? After how long? You turn up on a Thursday, after work, whilst I’m out with work mates having a drink after a hard day, the same work people that you also worked with and were aware of our relationship – you want to talk about it now? You are unreal”.

She was infuriated, putting both hands on her hips, demanding answers with her eyes.

“Come back to mine and we can talk”. He touched her arm and again she felt her pussy ignite. It incensed that he still had this effect on her.

“Well considering you’ve fucked up my evening, you better make this good”.

There was absolutely no way she was calming down anytime soon and doubtful the night would recover after this, she relented. They jumped into the taxi and took the short journey to Declan’s flat. The taxi was wired with electric atmosphere – resentment, fire, tension. They sat in silence. Declan rubbed his rough stubble with his thick fingers; Paris knew he was thinking. He stared down at her legs in a daze. Knowing he had his eyes on her made her feel charged – she still had it. She stretched, arching her back, releasing her shoulders from the strain of the day and subtly arranging her blouse to hug her breasts, whilst Declan unsuccessfully suppressed his swelling cock. She returned to the window, smiling to herself.

Upon reaching the flat Declan cluttered around the kitchen, gathering two glasses and a bottle of wine from the fridge. “He’s thought this through”, she mused in a slight smugness to herself. He walked towards her, reaching out to hand her a glass of wine. Instinctively, she kicked her foot out, tapping his balls, bringing him down do his knees wincing.

“Don’t think that a glass of wine will help you to win points” Paris spat at him.

As she did so the wine tumbled down her cleavage, the glass bouncing off her thigh, tumbling to the ground, sending wine trickling down her smooth, tanned legs. Declan rushed to the ground the retrieve the glass and urgently tried to wipe the wine from her legs with his hands. Her nipples peaked at the touch of his warm hands on her, causing a sweet stir in her knickers. With her legs apart and Declan clutching them pathetically she felt majestic.

“You can stay down there…” she said, resting one foot on his shoulder, “…until I tell you when you’re finished”.

She saw the outline of his erection through his jeans. He ran his tongue up her legs, taking in the wine and cupping her buttocks in his hands, kneading them. She opened her legs a little further. He inhaled her and nipped at her inside thigh on exhalation. The surprise caused her to grab his hair, pulling him closer to where she was really wanted him. Through her skirt he bit through at her mound, causing her to groan. “This is what I’ve missed”, he snarled.

“I didn’t say you could talk; I’m in charge here”, she pressed her heel further into his shoulder, the muscles tensing in Paris’ legs. He planted kisses up her thighs, letting out a resonant growl, growing all the while. She took a deep breath and unbuttoned her blouse, releasing it to the ground. He unfastened his belt buckle and pulled the zip down on his jeans. The anticipation drove her crazy. Pulling down his jeans and tight black boxers, his cock bounced free. She was filled with anticipation. Little by little he inched her skirt up until it was bunched around her hips, revealing her lacy knickers. He was on his knees, looking up at her, tugging at his cock – she had waited for this and was reveling in it. He pulled her black laced knickers to one side and breathed on her clit. Sending her wild, she threw her head back, her hands raking through her hair, leaving a curl coiling round a nipple. He clawed his nails down her buttocks as he pulled her into him. One hand moving rhythmically along his stiff shaft and the other circling her clit, again blowing ever-so-softly against her. She wasn’t going to be teased like this; she pulled his mouth onto where she wanted him and let out a gasp. He lapped at her pussy, long and deliberate licks, simultaneously pumping his cock.

“Suck my pussy”, she said through gritted teeth – her anger and frustration manifesting through arousal. Her juices were all over his face and she loved it, driving his head harder into her. His finger probed at her hole, she moaned as she looked down and saw Declan’s pre-cum glistening on the head of his dick. He smoothed it around his head and it fuelled her fire even more.

He inserted a finger inside her,

“Not enough, try harder” she demanded.

With that he entered two fingers inside her. She repositioned herself so her stiletto heel was spiking on his back, giving him better access to pummel her now deliciously wet cunt, deep like she deserved it. She pushed him off with her heel. “Get on the bed, you bastard”.

“Paris, we don’t need to resort to…”

Suddenly Paris had him by the balls and he took a sharp intake of air,

“I’ll be the judge of what we will and won’t resort to. Get on the bed”, she retorted, releasing him.

He removed his jeans and pants that had gathered at his knees. The arrogance and lack of urgency he exuded provoked her even more. He lay back on the bed and she stepped onto it in her heels, raising herself above him. Statuesque, intimidating, liberated. Starting with her heels either side of his feet she walked up the bed unhurriedly, stopping with a stiletto either side of his head. She turned around, his quickened breath the only audible sound in the room, and lowered herself onto his face.

“Now suck me like you mean it”, Paris demanded with a severe tone of authority.

He licked slowly, he wasn’t about to give in this easily, even though he was desperate for her to touch his cock. She leaned forward and tapped his balls, causing him to wince. He then licked a long lick, slow, teasingly. She let out a scream and pushed her hips into his face. Gradually he lapped quicker. She ground down on his face, engaging with the rhythm of his now furious tongue. Long, intentional and relentless. She clawed along his legs and up to his balls, along his shaft. He was struggling. As she fucked his tongue she leaned her body over his and put her face to his rigid prick, taking it in her mouth teasing him; alluring him into a false sense of security. He omitted a throaty groan and pushed his face further into her now sopping wet and writhing cunt, sending her juices all over his face.

To prevent him from getting too comfortable she nipped his cock with her teeth and let out an evil laugh when he yelped. Again and again and again. He couldn’t stand that she wanted to emasculate him like this. He pushed her off him, “You think that’s funny do you? Trying to get a little revenge by biting on my cock?” She was on her back now, facing him.

“It’s a little something of what you deserve and I haven’t even started yet. I didn’t tell you to stop”. The room was on fire.

“And I didn’t tell you to start acting like a precocious princess.” He spat.

“Fuck you!”

He didn’t know whether give her a piece of his mind or give her a piece of his prick. She slowly came closer to him, predatory like a wild animal. He wasn’t going to take much more of this. In a flash he was off the bed and had pulled her with him. He had her against the wall cold wall, bringing her nipples to attention. He pulled the straps of her bra down her arms and yanked down the lacy cups, revealing the breasts that ached for his touch. Paris was against the wall with one leg around his waist, his strong hand holding it in place whilst the other fondled her breast. He raked his nails up Paris’ legs as he took her nipple into his warm, wet mouth.

“Oh please” she gasped and with that he bit her nipple.

“Ah” she moaned as she pressed herself into his hard cock. He manoeuvred himself so he had easier access to press himself against her. He rose to her face and they locked in excruciating eye contact, both breathing deeply. She came closer to Declan and took his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked it. Licking her tongue all over it. He couldn’t take it; his tongue was now in hers and they were intertwined, his hands in her hair, her leg round his waist. She could feel him probing at her with his stiffness. She was writhing, longing and wanton; biting his lip. It was too much, he plunged his cock into her hot core, sending sensations through her. Slowly at first, teasing her, attempting to rein back some control. Then quicker, grabbing her other leg and lifting her against the wall to get a deeper thrust. Hearing the slickness of her pussy stimulated him even more. He thrust harder into her. Her breasts bouncing up and down. He caught a nipple and flicked his tongue over it, trying to take her whole breast his mouth. His breath was short and sharp and she could sense he could come soon. She pushed him off her,

“Get on the bed” she ordered.

He had no words, like an obedient puppy he followed her. She straddled him and began to ride. Her head thrown back, breasts peaking and hair like a fiery snake pit she rode him with passion and fury. She grabbed his hand and directed him to her clit. Paris knew he wanted to shoot but she wasn’t going to let him win. She was ferocious,

“Quicker”, she ordered.

She slipped a finger into his mouth, followed by a second.

“Come on, suck it”.

He did as she asked. She removed her fingers from his mouth,

“I’ll do it myself” Paris exclaimed as she pushed his fingers away and rubbed her clit with vigor, struggling to get a grip on herself due to her wetness. She was building into a crescendo and could feel him tensing beneath her. She rubbed and rubbed her clit, a race to succeed, and she knew it was about to arrive. She pushed her hips forwards trying to get every sensation to where she needed it, her twat dripping its triumphant cum all over his throbbing dick. And then it started, she threw her head back and pulled on her left nipple, she didn’t need him anymore; she was right where she needed to be. The sensations imploded within her, from her pussy and racing through her blood stream to her fingers and toes. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy. Just as she came to rest he grabbed her hips and plunged his thick, slick with pussy juice, cock into her. Pound after pound after pound. His eyes half closed as he fucked her. Paris was getting turned on again, more because she loved bearing down on him, her flame red hair all around his face, in total control. She knew he was about to come and wasn’t going to let him have this. She jumped off as he was about to come and pumped his cock. Suddenly there was cum shooting out of his purple headed proud prick. Paris directed it so that it landed in a slap on this tummy. His chest hair sodden in his spunk.

“Pathetic little boy”, she uttered, looking him dead in the eye, with a smirk on her face. She picked up her clothes and left the flat. Even though she should have felt vulnerable due to her nakedness she had never felt so empowered. “Paris, where are you going? Come on, give me a chance”. She looked back and sniggered at him. Victory, at last.

Paris had changed.

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The Anti-Valentine story #Writing #contest

1/21/2014

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Ok, so something new to rattle all your cages, story..that's right. Not flash fiction this month. Pour your little hearts out, your pain, your anger, your sex. Give it all to me. ;)

The length? Well I don't want a novel, but under 2500-3000 words would be best. Typos are on you, so please edit your work.

It can be erotica, bondage, romantic...whatever...let's keep it legal though.

All will be shared and voted upon. So let's have fun in this very short month!

Be warned that any stories received that are unedited or not legal/appropriate, will not be on my page. Luckily none have graced my eyes as of yet, but just fair warning. But...BUT! dark erotica is welcome. ;)

Of course it should be clean, and I mean edited people. I like it dirty. Check out my free reads if you don't believe me. ;p

The stories need to be submitted by Feb 12th. I will post the winner on Sunday Feb 16th.

So the dirty details….

Anti-Valentines
Under 3000 words

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"To Bind With Love" #bondage themed flash fiction Jennifer Lynn & Will LaForge @SaveTheLastDan2

1/18/2014

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I was super excited to get this submission. I love Will's work. I was a little sad that no one else submitted this month, although, quite honestly, it would have been tough competition. This story is a relate-able one for many and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

Also, I was happy to meet a new author Jennifer Lynn. ;)

XX Suzy

To Bind With Love
Jennifer Lynn and Will LaForge

“Do you want me to tie you up?” You asked.

You’ve caught me admiring photos on Tumblr of women tied and bound by rope. I think my lusty moans and groans drew your attention.

My breath catches in my throat as you lean over my shoulder and point to the picture on my iPad. The knots of the rope are intricate and so beautiful. I’ve been imagining myself in the woman’s place and the vision in my mind was so powerful it caused me to moan aloud. A throbbing need pulsed between my legs as I stared at that photo.

Now that I’d been caught, a million thoughts swirl through my mind in the blink of an eye. Would you think I was a freak or worse, if I admit how much I want you to tie me up? I know you love me and want to please me, but I am still afraid to share with you my deepest desires. I look up at you and bite my lip as my eyes cloud over with unshed tears.

You sit down next to me on the bed and wrap your arm around me. I lean my head on your shoulder and try to control my shaky breathing.

“I want,” I say softly.

“Baby, it’s ok. I personally think that photo is freaking hot. I can tie knots like those, but I haven’t done it in a while.”

“Seriously?” I croaked.

“Ab-so-fucking-lutely, it’s called Shibari. I have a kinky side you’ve never seen.” You place my hand on your crotch. Your cock is hard and throbbing. “Imagining you tied up and bound like the woman in that photo has made me horny as hell.”

I’m shocked and thrilled by your revelation. “Shibari,” I say tentatively, testing the sound of the word on my tongue.

“Do you trust me?”

I blink in surprise at the question. “Of course I do.”

“Good-girl, now take off your clothes.”

You leave the room and return with a length of long white rope from who knows where. I wonder briefly what other secrets you haven’t shared. I watch in total fascination and growing lust as you begin to wrap the ropes around my body. Wetness coats my swollen labia as soon as the rough fabric of the rope touches my skin. Your touch is tender and sure. It’s as though the ropes have become an extension of your hands and my heart sings as the ropes braid my flesh.

A moan tickles the back of my throat when you tell me the wrapping is almost complete. You help me to lie on my stomach with my back arched and you bind my arms to my legs. You touch my swollen clit and liquid heat gushes between my legs. It’s almost more than I can take.

“Mmm, you are so wet. I can tell you want to cum, but you can't - not yet. You need to hold on a while longer.” You remove your fingers and I groan.

You begin to release me from the ropes. I almost wish I could stay tied up longer to fly free, but you know best. As the ropes fall away, the blood rushes to my limbs. I'm almost crying from the pain and pleasure I am feeling.

Gently you turn me on my back and your touch is sweet torture. You caress my body with your strong hands, sliding over the marks the ropes have left, tracing them first with your fingers, then with your tongue.

“Please,” I moan.

My body is tender and sore with sexual angst. I’m ready to beg you to fuck me. Then all at once, I feel you enter my body, slowly all the way to the back until you’re as deep inside me as our skins will allow. I mew like a kitten and my insides collapse around your cock.

You lean down and lick my neck, that sweet spot that makes me come totally undone. "Cum my love, I want to feel your liquid love coat my cock."

Oh my God, at last…that’s all I needed to hear. I let it loose and explode, coating your cock with my gushing crème. The head of your cock swells against my cervix and I can tell you’re about to cum.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum baby. I’m going to shoot my hot, creamy load deep inside your tight little pussy. Arrrrggrgrgrrgr, ooooh fuck….here it comes. I’m coming.”

I finally come back to my senses as you convulse inside me, shooting your precious seed deep inside my womb. I am completely spent. I cannot even move my arms to hold you close.

You lie beside me and pull me close. We both fall asleep and it’s the most restful sleep I’ve had in months.

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Tangled in lights #bondage theme New Year, new #erotic #writing #contest

12/28/2013

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So no one came to play with me last month. I was a little sad, but admittedly I too was a busy girl, frantically trying to get my book Serena's Decision published (whew down to the wire and pubbed on Christmas Day!).

So this month, this new year (well in a couple days) I want to start it of with a new fun contest and I think people enjoy the contests with the voting the best. So I will be doing that. I love meeting new authors and reading those stories from my favorites as well.

Be warned that any stories received that are unedited or not legal/appropriate. Luckily none have graced my eyes as of yet, but just fair warning. But...BUT! dark erotica is welcome. ;)

Of course it should be clean, and I mean edited people. I like it dirty. Check out my free reads if you don't believe me. ;p

The stories need to be submitted by Friday Jan 17th. I will post the winner on Sunday Jan 19th.

So the dirty details….

The story needs to contain some form of bondage
M/F
Under 800 words (this is flash fiction people)

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#erotic #writing #contest #Christmas Song Story naughtiness (I need submissions)

11/25/2013

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I am the queen of making anything, into something dirty. I came up with a great challenge and I wonder if anyone is up to it.

Can you take a Christmas song and make it dirty, I mean write a story around it? "I saw Mommy **ing Santa Claus"...now get to work people, I can't do all the work for you.

Of course it should be clean, and I mean edited people. I like it dirty. Check out my free reads if you don't believe me. ;p

The stories need to be submitted by Thursday December 19th. I will post the winner on Sunday December 22nd.

So the dirty details….

Christmas Song (could be another well known holiday song)
Don't take the lyrics and put in words, this is a unique piece of fiction.
Under 1000 words (this is flash fiction people)

Oh and please provide in your email your twitter handle, blog/website. ;)

Contact me suzyayersauthor [at] gmail [dot] com or on my contact page for any questions. (I have my email like this so I don't get spammed by bots if you are wondering. ;) )

The winner will win any book of mine of their choice...or if they prefer one that will soon be published. And of course they will be posted on my page.

Winner is encouraged to take my button over on the right hand side as well.

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#Winner by #vote @jennafoxrox #electric Because I want your sex...Story "A Storm is Brewing" contest

11/16/2013

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The Winner by a vote is the beautiful Jenna Fox! So excited to have a new winner on my page! She won by a vote over Mr LaForge. Man they were smokin' hot. I hope people continue to enjoy them all as I have.

Now, if you don't think this one is in need of a vote you must have your eyes crossed. OMG! I think I might have to ease up on the "restrictions" from now on, because I think this is one of the hottest set of submissions yet!! Whew! On my way to a very cold shower now.

Also, any time I have 3 authors I think I will put it to a vote. I like promoting people, so this puts everyone's work out there. Please note on the side..copy and pasting is not permitted without the express consent of myself and the author. Tribber re-blogging is one thing. I'm only mentioning this because it's something that has happened the last two times. Overall, everyone appreciates the exposure, just ask them and make a new friend. ;)

Enslaved by Darkness
Jenna Fox

From behind, fingers like tentacles sank into my hips. I whipped around and met the eyes of the devil. Or was he my savior?

I knew it would anger him. I wasn’t supposed to be out of bed, but I had to see if I could find anything connecting him to the notorious rumors that formed his reputation. The kitchen grew silent as he stood in front of me, pulling the hem of my t-shirt over my head. The look on his face was hard and cold, like the counter he’d sat my bare ass on.

“What are you doing out of bed?”

Before I could answer, his massive form faded into the darkness. Like an apparition, he reappeared. The blank expression on his face churned with an enigmatic storm I desperately tried to interpret. He held up a silver object, letting it dangle from his finger.

“What am I holding?”

A shot of arousal, or maybe fear grazed through me, nearly tearing me to shreds.

“Handcuffs?”

“Wrong. They’re your handcuffs. And you’ll be wearing them to bed from now on.”

Glowering down at me, he took my hands and held them together in a praying position.

“I have a problem with your snooping.” His teeth sank into the tip of my earlobe. “And you’re being a tease by walking around in the middle of the night naked underneath my shirt.”

I shuddered when his calloused hands meandered between my thighs. My pussy began dripping.

As quickly as he admitted that I caused him to lose his mind, he pulled me up from the counter closer to him. When a calloused a finger jabbed inside me, my body stiffened and I knew I could come way sooner than I should. My wrists were turning inside the metal rings, biting into my flesh. I wanted to grasp my thighs when two more digits invaded me.

Dizzy and fogged with desire, my body slipped back with my hands still in front. A bulky arm returned me to an upright position. He told me to open my thighs and the wicked smile on his face pushed aside my fear.

I looked down at the plump mounds of my pussy splayed apart like the petals of a flower. His pointed tongue made its way toward the little bud in the center. The torture seared my senses. The pleasure made me frantic. Electric currents weaved throughout my system, churning my blood.

I shivered and leaned backward, pushing my clit harder onto his tongue. Warm lips and teeth kissed and gnawed my thighs, then stopped just before his cock speared my opening. The fierce invasion ignited an explosion, putting so many different sensations into motion.

The friction of his cock blazed my inner walls, the suction of his lips engulfed my nipples and the irate sweep of his hands seized every curve of my body. Unable to grasp the counter for leverage, I wrapped my legs around him. My release came in a slow, simmering sizzle from deep inside to the surface of my skin.

He sucked in a breath, groaning when he pulled out. The pearly fluid shot onto my abdomen as he rubbed it into my skin. He collapsed on top of me, anchoring and pressing the cuffs between our sweat slickened bodies. My apprehension resurfaced with the diabolical smirk on his face.

“This is your first and last warning. Heed to it.”

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KEEPING HIS OPTIONS OPEN
Laura Levot

He had to blame the errant text message on the whiskey. Common sense should have told him to never text an ex-girlfriend while drinking and ask them to come over. Ex-girlfriends were exes for a reason. One should never go backwards, his father had always said. But, he had been feeling maudlin on this Saturday night and had sent the text to Charlotte anyway. He hadn’t expected an answer from her; their breakup had been pretty easy, which meant she probably wasn’t pining. Whiskey, though, makes you think funny. When they had broken up, he had imagined them as two people moving in different directions. He wondered now if that were really true.

Still, he had been keeping his options open. Last weekend, he had met a woman named Katy. She was nice. So far tonight, she hadn’t answered any of his texts. She was probably busy sorting laundry or getting nailed by another guy. He was about to leave the bar and head home when she finally responded. Sure, she’d love to come to his house. Nightcap? She’d love one. Give me an hour, she’d said. The text he had sent to Charlotte was forgotten…

… until he got home. Charlotte was sitting in her car, the engine idling. As he pulled into his spot, she got out. She looked real good. She had had her hair re-done. It was a little shorter now.

“Hi, Pete. How are you?”

“Fine.” He unlocked the door and led her into the townhome they had shared for two years. Their L-shaped couch still smelled like her in spots.

She closed the door behind him and flicked the living room lamp on.

He looked at her. “Charlotte. You being here isn’t a good idea.”

“You texted me, Pete. Wait. Why? Do you have a hot skank coming over?” Her eyes had that weird glassy look. She was drunk.

“I might be. I’m sorry, Charlotte.”

“I was hoping to – well, never mind then. Sorry, I’ll go.” She stared at him a moment, and then as easily as she had agreed to pack her things and leave, she walked out. The townhouse went quiet. He looked at his phone. No new notifications on Facebook. He was thirsty.

There was an explosion as the front door blew in. Charlotte’s eyes were large white circles with tiny black dots and her face was electric with rage. She charged through the swaying door and pointed a finger in his face.

“YOU FUCKER!”

She slapped him and his spit flew. She shoved him hard with both hands and he flipped up and over the couch, bouncing firmly on the cushion, and crash landed onto the floor. Like a super-hot ninja lady, she jumped over the couch and straddled him.

“I LOVED YOU! THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME NOW? DISRESPECT ME FOR A WHORE?”

Her hands slapped at his face violently. “I HATE YOU!”

He tried to lift his hands but she had them pinned under her knees. She continued her assault. He freed them by force and grabbed her newly cropped hair from the back. He pulled her off of him sideways and she collapsed onto the floor. He wedged himself between her legs.

“Tell me, Charlotte. What did you come here for? This?” He rammed his length in between her thighs.

“Oh, Pete!” she moaned and continued to fight. Her signals were confusing.

“You came here for this cock?” He thrusted again. He could see her bra through the button holes on her blouse. With both hands, he yanked it open, sending buttons flying about the room. He ripped her bra up, revealing her familiar breasts. With both hands he pulled her pants and panties off. She cursed and cried hysterically.

“You came here to get fucked?”

“I want you to fuck me, Pete, you fucking asshole.” Her words were slurry.

“I’ll fuck you, Charlotte. Hard.” He released his cock from his pants and pushed himself in violently. She was soaking wet. He impaled her. He yelled in tune to his thrusting.

“You. Wanted. This. Cock. Now. You. Take. It.” He grabbed her breasts, kneading them sharply, and yanked on her nipples. His cock pounded. Over the screams was the sound of their bodies slapping. He felt her tense up, her body arched, and she moaned. He felt her nails dig into his arms.

He impaled her more. Her hips moved with his rhythm and she leaned into him. He pulled her closer. He arched his back and then his release filled her. He gazed deeply at her. Her hair was disheveled and her blouse was ripped, but she was smiling.

“I needed that, Pete. I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“I am. What are we going to do about this?”

There was a knock on the door.

Now Laura, bored? Not sure that was anywhere near boring. lol Thanks so much for submitting to me again, loved it. But somehow I think you knew I would. ;)

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He Owns Her
Will LaForge

“Would you like to dance?” A deep voice mouthed close to her ear.

“No thank you,” Bo said without looking up. She continued to sit and stare into her drink as she fought back tears.

The Bucket of Blood jumped tonight with paranormals and other assorted freaks who came out at night. The DJ kept the music hot and fiery. Frustration coiled tighter inside Bo with each passing song as her-Master stayed out on the dance floor without her.

He hadn’t allowed her to climax in over a week and bringing her to the club tonight was a fitting punishment for a woman with her carnivorous hunger. Great, now she’d lost sight of Him in the crowd which made her both horny, and pissed.

The deep voice spoke again. “Are you sure? Damn, I’d like to inhale you right out of that little black dress.”

She took a deep breath and raised her head to face the voice. “I said No…,” she froze in mid-sentence biting her lip as her eyes swallowed the dark chocolate hunk standing over her.

Lust and danger rolled off him in waves. “I’ve noticed you’ve been sitting in this chair all night while your friend left you. Is he just a friend? By the way, my name is Lazarus.”

She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you Lazarus, my name is Bo. Yes, he’s my friend, my lover and my soul mate. He owns me.”

His eyes grew wide. “Well, that doesn’t explain why he left a mouth watering snowflake like you alone. Seriously…he owns you?”

“That’s right, I own her…all of her.” Bo had seen her-Master approaching, but Lazarus was surprised.

Now the two men stood face to face and clearly, her-Master was not pleased, but he of all people should know honey attracts flies. Only Bo saw the eddies of dark energy swirling around her-Master. Anyone who made physical contact with him at that moment would have received a hellacious jolt of static electricity.

Lazarus must have recognized death in her-Master’s eyes because he took a hesitant step back out of harm’s way. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she was yours. I didn’t mean any offense.”

“I’m sure you didn’t. Now if you’ll excuse us, it’s time for me to take my property home.”

“Uh, sure, no problem.” Lazarus backed away slowly, not turning his back until he was almost twenty feet away.

Bo stood up to face the fire in her-Masters black eyes. “Sir, I did as you commanded. I sat here all night and tried to stay out of trouble while you dry humped every willing witch in your path.”

“Bo, I can’t leave you alone for a minute without you getting into trouble.”

“Actually, you left me alone with sharks and flies everywhere for more than an hour. I think I did well not to drain anyone.”

He chuckled. “What am I going to do with you My-pet?”

“Sir, I’m really sorry for being such a brat. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Have you? I wonder. You belong to me Bo.”

“Show me,” she said defiantly. “Prove you own me.”

He barred his teeth in a feral smile. “You’re right. I think you need another reminder.”

He pulled her toward the exit and marched her directly to their car where none too gently deposited her ass on the backseat with her legs splayed wide. She moaned with desire as he roughly pushed her panties to the side and juice trickled down her legs.

"You’re mine…I own you," he growled.

“Oh yea?,” she challenged him again.

“I'm going to take what's mine, right now in this parking lot and I don't care who sees us." The raspy sound of his zipper was music to her ears.

He pushed her legs farther apart and then plunged to the hilt in her wet heat. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight.

“Oh my god,” she shrieked as her-Master grabbed two hands full of her ass and angrily pounded his cock deep inside her greedy pussy.

“I – Own – You.”

“Make me come, then.”

His throbbing cock filled her and Bo wantonly pushed up to swallow every inch he gave. When he banged against the back of her womb, he corkscrewed his powerful hips and stirred her up inside.

“Now My-pet, now…come for me.”

His words freed her. She exploded and squirted all over his cock and balls. He held her tight as tremors racked her body and she shuddered through the most powerful orgasm she could remember.

When her spasms ceased, she focused and found him staring at her. “Sir, why didn’t you come?”

“Because I am the master of your pleasure and mine too.”

She snorted. “Sir, if that’s a challenge, I accept. Now, can we go home?”

Will, I know that you are fine with the fact that I let the ladies go first. Actually, I put it in order of submissions. I always love reading your work, and I cannot wait to read the "extended" version of this one. ;p Thanks for submitting to me again...I love it when they come back for more...

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Will is working on his first novel, cannot wait. I tried to be a .critique partner..shot down. I will pout in the corner. :(

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