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Getting Festive: A Bit of a Revamp

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October 10  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Don’t groan, but I’m going to mention the C-word. Sshhhh- Christmas– See, it’s not so bad if you whisper it!

Why am I bringing up the subject in the first place prior to 1st November? (which marks, in my mind the day when “it’s OK to talk about Christmas if you have to”) Well- as followers of this blog will know- this year has been a bit thin on the ground when it comes to new KJB erotica.

The New Room- Per Sub short

I  wrote three new short stories for the wonderful Brit Babe anthology, Sexy Just Got Rich, back in February, and then I released The New Room, the follow up “finale” novella to The Perfect Submissive Trilogy back in March- but since then, not a smutty word has passed from my pen…until this month.

I have been massively busy writing straight romance (and gay romance) as Jenny Kane– but there is no way I could miss out on creating a kinky Christmas story. I have written one every year since I was first published, and have every intention of continuing to do so.

There is something special about a Christmas story, be it smutty or otherwise, and I just love writing them.

So, this year, with the help of the wonderful Lucy Felthouse, I am giving my festive story collection, Christmas Kink, a bit of a revamp. They’ll be a gorgeous new cover, and more importantly- a brand new tale to add to the five already in place…

And so, over the past few weeks I’ve been thinking festive – wondering what seasonal happening I can twist into a toe curlingly sexy tale just for you. What could I possibly write about to add to a tale about a naughty fairy, a Christmas stable, cake mix, a little red dress, and a great deal of tinsel?

You’ll find out soon…

Happy reading,

Kay xx



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KJB’s Tip Time: Doodle

October 9  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

Embarrassed to tell your partner exactly what you’d like to do to them, or what you’d like them to do to you?

How about writing it down – on them?

writing on skin

There are many body pens on the market, but even they don’t beat the feeling of the humble ball-point pen, or a carefully used fountain pen, as it is doodled across the thigh, stomach or chest.

As long as you remember the golden rules- check to make sure ink washes off the skin with soap and water first, don’t write somewhere the ‘reader’ can’t see, and don’t press too hard- then you’ll be able to jot down that longed for request, a message of love or lust, or simply caress your partner’s flesh with doodle’s of long flowing scribbles and simple patterns, making them quiver beneath the flow of the ink.

Writing and drawing will never have been so much fun…

Enjoy your weekend.

Kay x

(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Be aware of allergies, personal limits, and your health at all times. I want you to have a fun weekend, not a trip to A&E. xx)

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A British Background

October 7  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

There are many elements needed to produce a good story, erotic or otherwise. For me, the first and foremost element to start a story is the location. If I can’t picture where the action takes place clearly in my head then the words simply do not flow.

It is for this reason that every single story I’ve ever written, from the shortest piece of flash fiction, to my longest novel, have all been set in genuine locations. What happens in those chosen places may be entirely fictional (with the occasional exception!), but every background setting within a Kay Jaybee tale is 100% real.


On occasion, I have tried to invent places in which to gather people, and then take their clothes off (or not), but none of these stories have worked. I need to be able to feel the vibe of a location. For this reason, all but one of my stories has been stories has been set within the UK, as – although I travelled a fair bit as a student, my travels have been entirely Britain bound over the last 20 years.

I have been very fortunate in my ‘real’ life to it have, not only travelled extensively across the UK, but I’ve lived and worked all across the beautiful British Isles. If you’re a regular reader of my work it isn’t too hard to work out where I’ve lived.



My BDSM novels, The Voyeur and The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, along with my erotic romance, A Sticky Situation are all set in Oxfordshire, where I lived for three years from 2001. The sequel to The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, is set in Scotland, where I lived in the late 1990’s and from 2003-2006, and the third part of the trilogy, Knowing Her Place takes the lead character, Miss Jess Sanders, on a journey from Aberdeenshire in Scotland to London in England, stopping several times through Britain along the way!

Making Him Wait, is set in a Richmond street in London, where my best friend lived for some years, and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man is set in the small semi-detached house, where I lived in Sheffield back in the year 2000!!

My very local locations can be even more specific than a geographical position. For example, the library van where my two lead characters in Not Her Type have a kinky encounter, is the very van that used to travel between the libraries when I worked for in Leicestershire between 1993 and 1998!

Young couple, isolated on grey background

The park in which my leading lady talks a solo walk in the short story A Leading Conversation, (Quick Kink One), is the park a few metres from my own home, and the store cupboard that features in Break Time (The Collector) is the very cupboard in which I used to work as a stock supplier in Aberdeenshire back in 2003…


Break Time

The temperature dropped as the door closed behind them. He hesitated for a moment before following them further into the club’s store. Seconds later he was being pulled across the dark room onto a huge pile of empty cardboard boxes which lay discarded in the far corner. He could feel his cock stirring beneath his jeans. So far they had not spoken. They hadn’t needed to.

The blonde was laughing. Her eyes laughed first, just ahead of her lips, which were moist with anticipation. The boxes crunched slightly as they were squashed beneath their combined weight. The thumping of the dance floor, only a corridor away, was almost drowned out by the ticking of the storeroom clock.

The girls, still anonymous, looked at each other, and with an unspoken signal they acted. Pulling off their t-shirts they revealed two sets of perfect tits. The red head’s rich mouth was nuzzling at her partners nipples before their guest had time to react to the wonderful, unbelievable, sight. Then she turned the blonde towards him. ‘She’s yours for the taking’ she smiled teasingly, ‘if you want her? You’ll have to decide quickly though, we only have a half hour break.’

He’d seen them watching him from the other side of the bar as they served his fellow clubbers. When they approached him, each taking a hand and guiding his slim frame towards what they called “a safe place,” he couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t sure whether he should resist or not, so he thought he’d see what happened next. Anyway, his mates were watching.

Somehow he couldn’t move. His brain was screaming at his body to work. To grab her, lick her neat breasts, and release her hips from her short black skirt, but he simply stood there, mesmerised.

The red head shrugged and, moving behind her friend, grasped her nipples between bronzed fingers. As her taught skin was expertly rubbed, the blonde’s head fell back onto her comrade’s shoulders, her eyes closed in pleasure.

‘She loves this. Why don’t you try it?’ Still he couldn’t move, but his eyes never left them. The red head, who was obviously relishing her currant dominance, started to kiss the blonde. Big, deep, probing kisses; first on the mouth, then down her neck, whilst her finger tips continued to brush the almond nipples.

It was the blonde’s yell that woke him up. As she came there, right in front of him, under the careful ministrations of another girl, he realised that this wasn’t just another fantasy. This was everything he wanted. It was real.

As if sensing that he’d come to a positive decision, the red head pulled a condom out of her mini-skirts pocket and threw it at him. He inclined his head, and posted it into his jeans pocket.

The blonde almost sagged with relief as he tore off his shirt, closely followed by her skirt. He pushed her back into the red head’s arms, spread her knicker free legs, and greedily lapped up the juice which ran down the inside of her thighs. Her arms reached up, and her fingers dug into his short dark hair to steady herself. His dick ached, but he wasn’t ready to take his jeans off. He couldn’t be sure how much control he’d have without there restraining presence.

Glancing up from his intense work around her clit, he could see she was very close, but he didn’t want to be the one to trigger her second orgasm. He was in charge now, and he wanted to watch.


Hope you enjoyed that!!!!

It is my practise of using real locations in my manuscripts, which has led me to develop the habit of greeting every new place I visit with a silent surveillance of erotic suitability. There can’t be a cafe, library, museum, shop, store cupboard, or indeed anywhere, that hasn’t been corrupted Kay-style in my mind, as my ever active imagination seeks out new stories in every place possible!

So be warned- don’t invite be to your place – unless you want your living room to turn up in a future Kay Jaybee number!

Happy reading,

Kay x

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Release Blitz: Girls Will Be Girls by Lucy Felthouse

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October 6  |  eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

New Release – Girls Will Be Girls by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #lesfic #lesbian #erotica #ku #kindleunlimited



Six sexy Sapphic tales from the pen of popular lesbian erotica author, Lucy Felthouse.

Christmas cheer with colleagues, a driving disaster turned good, hot older women, girls in uniform, gorgeous gardeners and naughty fun in a changing cubicle… this collection contains a variety of erotic tales sure to tickle your fancy.

Available to buy exclusively from Amazon, and to read as part of the Kindle Unlimited programme: (universal Amazon link)

Add to your Goodreads shelves:



She was now mere inches away, but the thickness of the bushes meant she could still only see the boots and now a bit more of the green trousers. Stepping onto the mud, she crouched down beside the feet, carefully pushing the foliage aside so she could see what the hell was going on, and figure out what she was going to do about it.

The view opened up, and Verity, far from seeing a helpless person lying on the soil, was presented with a green-clad arse reversing hurriedly in her direction!

“Hey!” she said, letting go of the branches and shifting back so abruptly she ended up on her own arse on the grass. “Be careful! Are you all right?”

As the body continued emerging, Verity slowly came to realise her mistake. Dirt-covered trousers, a filthy black waterproof coat, gloved hands, and a head topped with a floppy hat were soon visible. Slim white cables trailing from each ear and disappearing into the collar of the coat explained why she hadn’t been heard calling out, or received a response.

This woman hadn’t hurt herself. She was a fucking gardener!

Frozen in her uncomfortable position, Verity wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Perhaps as revenge for her landing on it so hard. But she had no such luck. Instead, she heard, “What on earth are you doing down there? Are you all right?”

Struck dumb, Verity nodded and took the now glove-free hand that was offered to her, allowing the other woman to pull her up off the grass. “I—I’m fine,” she finally forced out, breaking the brief eye contact and making a show of brushing herself down, though it was probably only her bottom that was dirty. Her cheeks blazed, and she took a step back, hoping to beat a hasty retreat.

“Well, I’m glad. But it still doesn’t explain what you were doing down there.” The ear buds now hung down the woman’s front, and she was apparently poised, awaiting a reply.

Verity shook her head. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

Narrowing her eyes, the gardener said, “Try me.”

Christ. Just to add insult to injury, it seemed she was now suspected of some kind of wrongdoing, too! “I—I was over there,” she pointed to where she’d come from, “and I saw your wellies poking out from the bushes. I panicked because I thought someone had fallen and hurt themselves. I came over to try and help. I did call out to you, to see if you were all right. But all I could see was the boots and a little bit of your trousers. I had no idea what was going on. Much less that you were the bloody gardener and remained oblivious to what I was up to because you had headphones in! I crouched down and pushed the bushes aside so I could see you better, and the next thing I know you’re shuffling back towards me. I shifted out of the way and ended up tumbling over on my bum.”

It seemed her story was too amusing to be anything but true, because the gardener grinned widely, then clapped a hand over her mouth momentarily. “I’m so sorry,” she then said, “I didn’t hear you, honestly. But I guess I can see why you thought that. Thank you so much for coming to check on me, but it really wasn’t necessary. All I was doing was fighting with a particularly vicious weed.” She pointed down to an uprooted plant at her feet, then widened her eyes. “Are you all right? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Twisting to try and look at her bottom, Verity brushed again at the seat of her jeans. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit of muck and grass stains, I think. Nothing that won’t come out in the washing machine.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad. I feel bad enough as it is without thinking you’ve hurt yourself or ruined your clothes, too.”

“No, I’m good. And I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

Silence hung between them for a few moments. Then Verity took another step back. “Right, well, I’d better get going, anyway. Nice to meet you.” She turned to go, but the other woman’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, wait. No need to rush off. I’m just about to go on my tea break. Want to join me? Perhaps a brew will make up for it?” Her green eyes—apt, for a gardener, Verity thought—sparkled with humour and intelligence, and for the first time, Verity realised that, underneath the grubby gardening gear and large hat was a very attractive woman.

Still, an excuse was on the tip of her tongue—she had come here to be alone, after all—but fate intervened. Or the British weather did, anyway. A handful of fat raindrops fell onto her, followed by a few more. Then, the heavens truly opened.



Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


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Indulging in A Sticky Situation

October 3  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

My novella A Sticky Situation is an erotic romance with a decidedly tasty edge…

Sticky Situation- New 2015


If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.

Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.

Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.

It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…

After the arrival of new boy, Cameron James, to Zelcon Pharmaceuticals, Sally takes and instant dislike to him- a dislike that is tainted further with distrust when she learns that he is to be her new boss. Cameron however, has serious sexual fantasy issues about his new assistant- but he just can’t see how someone so clumsy can be as good at her job as everyone says she is…

Not only was this my first proper erotic romance (no whips or chains!!!), but A Sticky Situation was my first foray into the word of food (and indeed drink) sex- and it was terrific fun to do!

Initially inspired by spilling my breakfast of marmalade on toast down my front in full view of an entire cafe full of people, I began to wonder how I could work my own regular foodie clumsiness into a sexy love story, and which foods I could play with!

I toyed with the idea of a variety of fruit juices running over naked bodies; ice cream deserts being smeared into interesting places, and even selectively dotted spots of marmite- however, on this occasion, these foodstuffs didn’t make the grade! Avoiding my usual BDSM moments in the interests of a softer romance, I nonetheless stayed faithful to my kinky story style with the help of champagne, ice, and even a vast helping of Chinese noodles…


…Resting Sally’s juddering frame against the bed, Cameron’s eyes fell on the carton of noodles. Taking up a single strand of the cold sticky string, he held it between finger and thumb, bringing the end against Sally’s hypersensitive nipples. It was high time he lived out one of the fantasies she had inspired…

Her eyes flew open as the tacky pasta began to circle her right tit, reminding Sally of the snake hidden away on his backside. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she watched, mesmerised, as the elongated noodle began to hide her boob.

Picking up another noodle with quiet reverence, Cameron said, ‘I was going to tell you about my fantasy…’


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Happy reading,

Kay xxxx

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