Sexy Stocking Fillers Anyone?

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December 13  |  Book Publications, News  |   Kay Jaybee

It’s nearly Christmas!!! Yeah!!

So- got all those last minute presents yet?

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Stocking nicely filled? No?

Here are few paperback suggestions to help add a sexy touch to those festive stockings…

Making Him Wait! My longest novel to date- an erotic romance and a half, with plenty of kink!!

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Blurb

Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas. But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. However, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out! At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time? The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US

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Or maybe you’d like to pop The Collector in your loved one’s stocking?

This is an ideal book for newcomers to the genre, as it has something for everyone, and can help you to discover which ‘sort’ of erotica floats your boat!!

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Blurb

The Collector, defined now as a figure seen only in darker shades. There The Collector sits silently alone engrossed with her fanatic tales of lust, submission and dominance. Have you yourself already become engraved within her salacious list? From scribbles in her notebook, the true tale of The Collector can be neatly told through the fantasies and erotic adventures of others, after many years of being hidden by traditional society; so now is the time for the world’s raunchiest diary to come to light. After The Collector appeases her appetite for instruction and voyeurism, she becomes hungry for more and shares her own provocative experiments thus endearing the sultry mind.

Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US

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How about some full on, nothing held back, BDSM threesome romance and psychological mystery? The Voyeur!

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Blurb

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.

Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US

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Still not sure? Who about my ‘Best of’ collection- The Best of Kay Jaybee

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Blurb

Fourteen of the very best erotic tales of dominance, submission, bondage, and romantic lust, are delivered with lashings of kink from the pen of Kay Jaybee. From the sexual adventures recalled by a woman as she stares at her favourite shirt, to a deliciously dirty orgy on a bed of cardboard boxes, the after-hours education of a rookie soldier, and the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist, each story shows why Kay Jaybee has been hailed as ‘a master of the craft of erotica’ (Oysters and Chocolate). As a girl writes messages of lust on the body of her best friend’s lover, and a mistress’s employment of ropes and chains on her slave co-insides with the application of emulsion, we discover just how Kay has earned her reputation for producing ‘super-heated kinky stories,’ (Kd Grace), which are ‘a sublime pleasure to read’ (Violet Blue).

Buy links- Amazon UK, Amazon US

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Hope these suggestions have helped you out a little with that last minute burst of shopping! Don’t forget, all my books can be found here- BOOKS

Happy shopping!

Kay xx

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It’s Blissmas! Christmas Courier Kink!

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December 10  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Okay, I admit it- I am a big kid and I LOVE CHRISTMAS!! Therefore I was delighted to be invited by the smashing Smut UK team and Cara Sutra, to take part in this years Blissemas!!!

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Don’t miss a single stop of this seasonal blog! All the participants links can be found HERE!

There are some amazing prizes this year!!

The GRAND Prize this Year is a Kindle Paperwhite preloaded with lots of Smutty Books from some of the hottest names in Erotica for you to enjoy! We’ll have Anthologies, Paranormal, Romanic, Historical, Fantasy, BDSM and Much More…

To take part in the Blissemas competition- just check out these rules.

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So – to my blog!!!

I’ve written a lot of Christmas erotica over the years- from the short stories that appear in various anthologies, including Christmas Kink, to the seasonal chapter in my extremely kinky novella, Not Her Type

 

Young couple, isolated on grey backgroundJenny and John, the mismatched couple that are living out all their fantasies in Not Her Type, have been on a very long erotic journey before they share Christmas Eve together, from a spontaneous romp on Jenny’s living room floor, to a gorgeously delicious van journey, the world’s fasted fuck, and a very wet bathroom adventure!!!

There is something about Christmas that gives a kinky story that extra hint of spice (cinnamon and nutmeg of course!) All those extra items to throw into the mix-including wrapping paper…

…As Jenny wrapped the Christmas gifts, she mulled over her relationship with John. It hadn’t taken long for the old pattern to return. John turned up every Tuesday, they had fantastic, quickie sex, and then he disappeared back to work, just as he always did, and Jenny would get on with her accounts. He hadn’t told her what he’d been up to during those missing weeks, and she had given up asking. In fact, the only real change was that Jenny had finally relaxed. She no longer worried about whether John would turn up or not. Tuesday would come, and he would appear.

Occasionally, John would send her a sexually charged text, like, “I want to see you with a woman again” or, “How about a foursome?”

Every time they were due to see each other, Jenny decided that that would be the day she would tell him that he was the first man who she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about—in her whole life. She vowed to tell him that she feared the lust factor had been joined by another, far more frightening, L-word. But the second they caught sight of each other, something took over. Passion, greed, desire—they all combined, and they’d fuck. Just fuck. “I mean,” Jenny addressed the sticky tape as she attempted to find the beginning of the roll, “why chat to your DVD delivery man over coffee when he could be tipping you upside down over the side of the armchair and giving your backside a proper seeing to?”

Reigning in her increasingly lurid imagination, Jenny looked down at the few remaining presents she had to wrap for the following day. She tried to divert her attention from all the things she’d rather be doing on a Tuesday afternoon by humming Christmas carols along to the radio.

The knock at her door made her jump, and Jenny physically had to restrain herself from running to see who the caller was. So what if it’s one o’clock? It’s Christmas Eve, he isn’t working, and he won’t come. It’ll be my next door neighbor with some mince pies or something. Her pulse thudded violently in her chest as Jenny moved to the door, convinced that the hope she couldn’t prevent from rising in her chest was about to leave her disappointed.

The silhouette through the glass panel in her front door was unmistakeable.

“I was just passing.” The shine in John’s deep brown eyes told her this was a blatant lie.

A wide smile crossed her face as Jenny let him in, “I thought you might be away for Christmas or something.”

“I thought you might be too.”

A feeling of awkwardness came over Jenny. Despite everything they had done together, there was nevertheless so much they didn’t know about each other. She felt almost shy as she spoke, “I was going to text, but I didn’t want to get in the way of your life or anything.”

“Same here. I thought you might be with family.” A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny toward the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.

Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, “Last minute wrapping?”

“A few bits for the neighbour’s kids.” She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her, “My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.”

“That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.

“Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?”

Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser, before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms became pinned to her sides, and her legs were clamped together as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.

Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them…do whatever he wanted with them.

John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft, or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.

He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.

Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination, and his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.

Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland toward her.

Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric, “I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.”

Wide eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm, before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.

Mewling into the purple darkness, and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head. Then his hands came to her elbows. “You look incredible. Are you okay?”

She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.

“Good girl. You remembered not to talk,” John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, “You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.”

As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.

The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed freer, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.

“What a hot, little bad girl you are.”

Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap.

Abruptly John stopped, his weight lifted from her, and a sense of bereavement consumed her body. She had no idea how she managed not to plead for more.

The purple ribbon over her eyes became darker, and Jenny realized he must have turned the lights off. Then the chirpy Christmas tunes that had been playing in the background disappeared as the radio was clicked off. Silence filled the room. Uncertainty crept through Jenny’s mind, and a drizzle of perspiration trickled between the packaging and the back of her neck. Her ears strained to pick up a sound, but she couldn’t hear anything, not even her man’s breathing.

Time seemed to pass slowly as Jenny lay like a fallen statue, painfully aware of the friction of the saturated paper as it clung to her pussy. Every part of her body ached for a continuation of the attention it had been receiving. The ribbon against her eyes felt tighter than ever, but Jenny began to wish it was between her teeth, gagging as well as blinding her, for there was no way she could stay quiet for much longer. Clamping her jaw, Jenny was determined not to break the rules, but the more she thought, the more her resolve began to crack.

“John?”…

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Well, I’d better let you go now- you are probably in a hurry to go and buy a few rolls of extra long gift wrap…

If you’d like to read about Jenny and John’s courier kink, or see what happened next on Christmas Eve, then you can buy Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man from-

Amazon UK-  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184 

Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184

And don’t forget- if you want to hear me read a little bit from Not Her Type, you can listen here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=i4JNks6dHeU

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I hope you enjoy all the other Blissemas blogs!

Many Christmas and happy reading!

Kay xx

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Santa’s Little Helper- FREE READ

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December 6  |  Uncategorized  |   Kay Jaybee

It’s December!!!

A great many of you lovely folk will be juggling your already busy lives with Christmas shopping and preparations, so I thought I’d give you an excuse for a five minute sit down!

Sat down? Kids out the way? Peace and quiet? Need warming up? Right then- here you go…

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Santa’s Little Helper

Jay gazed approvingly at her reflection in the tinsel decorated mirror. The gold material shimmered as she turned from side-to-side. Cut to fit tightly against her chest, the bodice section gave way to an extremely short, almost tutu style skirt, of the finest silvery gauze.

Her fingers trailed through the soft folds before she reached around to stroke the feather like wings that protruded from her back.

The fabric curtain was drawn back and the sales assistant drew breath. ‘You are possibly the most beautiful fairy ever destined to top a Christmas tree.’ He pulled the ties tighter at the back of the bodice, forcing Jay to stand up taller. ‘You are also the sexiest.’ He pushed two exquisite high-heeled shoes towards her white stocking clad feet, enjoying the view as her tiny gold thong flashed in front of his eyes when she bent slightly to slip them on.

As a final touch he slid a delicate glittering tiara onto her short curled hair, and put a wand in her hand. ‘Now, all that’s missing is a smile.’

‘I am smiling.’

‘That’s not a smile, that’s the evil grin of a wicked slut who knows that every guy that claps eyes on you is going to be asking Santa Claus if he can screw you for Christmas.’

Jay laughed.

‘I was thinking you could go for the child friendly smile. After all, you’re supposed to be Santa’s Little Helper at one of the department stores right?’

Jay nodded, and tried to wipe the lust off her face. Not easy when she felt so damn horny dressed like an expensive tree decoration. She thanked the assistant, paid the costume hire charge and, wrapping a large black cloak around her shoulders, left the shop for her place of work.

The shop assistant had been right, she was to be Santa’s Little Helper, but this was not a grotto for children; his joke had been closer to the truth than he’d thought. As Jay reached ‘Spanks’, the club she’d worked in for two years, she slipped into one of the back rooms, and into the discreetly advertised grotto.

Santa, already dressed in his traditional red and white, with huge false beard and hat in place, stared at her with giveaway young eyes as she hung up her cloak. He didn’t say anything, but slipped a gloved hand up her skirt and slowly stroked the tops of her legs. Jay purred at him, enjoying the sensations for a few seconds before moving away.

It was show time.

The queue was fairly small, but as visits to Santa had been by appointment only, this was not a surprise.

After the first five men had sat on Santa’s lap and asked to have their Christmas wishes granted, for which they had already paid handsomely, Jay was glad to have a break. She needed a drink to remove the taste of condom and sweat from the three blow jobs she’d given, and needed to calm her own rising desire after the last two guys activities.

They had visited Santa together, sitting on a knee each, they’d requested an intimate examination of her chest. Santa had obliged, removed his gloves and undid her bodice, revealing her bare tits. The visitors fell on a breast each, both using their given five minutes to gorge on her, and feel up as much of her body as they could.

Jay knew that she had at least four more customers to grant wishes to before she could even think about her own satisfaction, but her tits, now firmly secured back behind the gold fabric, nagged at her for more attention, and she knew that she was far more tuned on than was professional.

Santa stuck his head around the door. ‘Five minutes honey.’

She nodded and took another sip of water.

He paused, ‘Do you think you’ll make it? I’ve never seen you so horny, I can practically smell you?’

‘Shit, it’s this outfit. I’ll be fine.’

‘We have a little time. I could help.’

‘Santa, what do you mean?’ Jay adopted a little girl voice and fluttered her eyelashes provocatively.

‘I mean, my dear little fairy, that it’s time you had a quick turn on my knee.’

He sat on his ‘snowy’ cottonwool covered throne and patted his lap.

Jay swiftly lifted her skirt and arranged herself over his lap. Face-to-face with Santa Claus, she shuffled forward so she could feel the bulge in his trousers rubbing against her. His hands squeezed her encased chest, forcing a sigh from her slightly open mouth.

‘What would you like Santa to give you for Christmas little one?’ he whispered through his whiskers.

‘Fuck me Santa. Do it now.’ Jay became breathless as his glove free fingers worked their way inside her panties and began to rub her damp nub.

She pulled back a little, forcing his trousers open at the fly and, after some grappling, released his solid cock. Jay knocked his hand away and lowered her pussy over its length. Gasping in union, they rocked frantically against the chair, until he shot his off creamy load.

‘Time is short fairy girl, come here.’ Santa pushed her hastily off his legs and, flipping her across the chair, knelt behind her, lapping up their combined juices, making sure he caught her clit with each stroke of his tongue.

As she screamed into the fake snow, Santa rose and adjusted his spunk-spattered beard. ‘I believe your Christmas wish has been granted honey.’

Jay grinned and, pulling her costume back into place, nodded coyly, and went to await Santa’s next customer.

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Hope you feel all warmed up now!!

Christmas Kink

If you want to read four more of my seasonal smut stories, then check out Christmas Kink!

Amazon UK

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Happy reading everyone

Kay xx

 

 

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Save Me Single!! Charity Fundraiser

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December 3  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

Today I’m not bringing you my usual erotic blog- but something a little different at this time of goodwill.

Footballer Chris Todd and his brother-in-law Tom Watson have released a charity single called Save Me!

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Chris was diagnosed with leukaemia aged 28, and has fought a five-year battle to return to the football pitch.

He has now recorded a charity single, Save Me, with Tom Watson, and hopes the proceeds will benefit the charities that helped him in his fight. Have a listen here!!

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All money raised from the single will go to Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research. This is a cause very close to my heart – hence this unusual diversion from my usual erotica blogs.

Tom has become a good friend over the past few months- we work out at the same gym- he is a TOP vocalist- and will 100% of the money from their single sales going to charity they- and I- would love you to buy it!

Please spread the word!!

You can follow the boys progress on Facebook and Twitter 

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Thank you for your support!

Kay xxxx

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The Perfect Submissive- Just when you thought it was all over…

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November 25  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

At the beginning of this year, the third and final part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy was published.  (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place)

Knowing Her Place was the culmination of the adventures of Miss Jess Sanders, and her journey from hotel booking clerk, to professional submissive.

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It felt very strange when I wrote the final word of my BDSM trilogy. Jess and I have both travelled a long way since I  first invented her in 2011- both geographically and mentally!

I often become attached to my characters, and I can honestly say that Jess became something of a friend by the end of three erotically charged, kink laden, novels. It was difficult to say goodbye. And yet, that is just what I did. I secured the loose ends, and left Jess, Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah, Sam and Lee to their own devices on the Fifth Floor, within the Fables Hotel.

And so- when Xcite approached me a couple of months ago and asked if I’d like to write one more Perfect Submissive tale- I had to think very carefully. After all, I had finished the story. The endings were ended, the knots were tied…did I really want to visit Fables again?

Of course I did! But I knew that to write another novel would be stretching the story too far, and could even devalue the trilogy as it stands now. However, there was one strand of the story I always wanted to add- and so one last (very final) Jess Sanders adventure is in production.

Keep your eyes peeled next February for a brand new short novella based in the Fables Hotel….

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just nip off and write it!!

If you want to read the trilogy so far, you can find them all on Amazon, and all good paperback and eBook retailers.

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Happy reading,

Kay x

 

 

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