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Tantric Massage: A story exclusive inspired by ‘Karma Tantric’

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May 31  |  erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Last year I was lucky enough to be commissioned to write a unique story for ‘Karma Tantric’ – I thought it was high time to give that story another airing!

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There are many parts that make up the whole when it comes to erotica. Over the years I’ve learnt so much about a world that, to be honest, I knew next to nothing about before I had my first story published 12 years ago this very month. (Yes, time really does fly when you’re having fun)

One area that I’ve always been curious about is the world of Tantra or Tantric Massage. A few weeks ago I was asked by the lovely folk at “Karma Tantric” if I’d consider writing an exclusive story for them.

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This was a challenge I couldn’t resist, and so I set to work. First though, I had to make sure Tantric Massage was what I thought it was! It’s easy enough to assume you know what a ‘real’ erotic massage is like, without actually having a clue!

So- and this is a very basic description- Tantra massage is an ancient healing art which uses sexual energy to achieve a higher state of consciousness. Skilled tantric massage therapists use sensual touches, such as lightly running fingertips along the entire body, to awaken an energy field within the body. The therapist, once having awakened this energy field, can provide lovers with an ecstatic experience. Not only that, but they can allow trapped physical and mental pain to escape from the body.

Breathing techniques, known as pranayamas are sometimes used to allow the client to actively move energy from one part of the body to other parts of the body. Using breathing alongside the tantric massage is intended to enhance the experience and helps the recipient exercise self-discipline and self-control during unanticipated arousal.

In short, Tantric Massage is about about taking the person being massaged to the edge of orgasm and back then repeating until a mind blowing orgasm

You can find out much more about Tantric Massage at Karma Tantric https://karmatantric.com

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Inspired by the idea of tantric massage, I have written a short story called Lower. I am not claiming this is entirely tantric…although the masseur certainly intends it to be…at first!

I’m hoping you’ll enjoy this brand new exclusive KJB tale.

 Lower

(copyright Kay Jaybee)

His butt was even more beautiful than she’d dreamed. And Lara had dreamed about Callum Parker’s backside a lot.

Toned, but not overworked. It retained a shapely curve that was almost pearly white compared to the tan of his legs.

Lara allowed herself the luxury of just staring at her client’s back view for a few moments while deciding where exactly to start the therapy.

Each time Callum had visited her treatment room before, she’d concentrated on loosening his cycle tired calve muscles. Although they flirted constantly, and he’d frequently complained of saddles ores, his rear had remained a potential gift Lara longed to unwrap; a towel guarded point of fantasy.

Today the masseur was determined things would be different.

Operating in her vest and shorts, Lara picked up a tube of cooling cream, and tucked it inside her bra. ‘As I said when you booked this appointment, in the interests of reaching and treating every inch of your persistent saddle sores, I’m going to try a tantric technique. For that I’m going to have to sit astride the massage bed.’

Without waiting for a repeat of the approval Callum had given her on the phone, Lara climbed up, trapping his lower legs beneath her.

‘Comfortable?’

Callum’s muffled reply sounded positive, and smiling widely, Lara began to relax. Their increasingly tantalizing phone calls over the past few months had convinced her that the cyclist was as up for a more tantric method of muscle manipulation than he’d tried before. Something erotically charged, which would genuinely help ease his hobby inflicted discomfort, as well as taking her a step closer to her own fantasies about the man.

Dancing her fingers over the skin which marked the divide between Callum’s backside and his legs as if it was a piano, Lara tapped repeatedly while critically regarding the extent of the abrasions on his butt.

Never applying more than the lightest of touches, never pausing in her tender attention, she listened intently. Until she heard what she was waiting for, Lara had no intention of stopping the stroke of her fast moving digits.

Finally, it came.

‘Lara, please…’

Resisting the temptation to slip her hands between Callum and the table, so she could discover if he was as hard as she was wet, Lara extracted the bust warmed balm from her cleavage.

Unscrewing the cap, she placed the tip of the nozzle against the top of his buttocks. Then, prising his cheeks apart a little at a time, she gave the tube a squeeze. A thin snake of cream disappeared from sight as Callum’s chaffed cheeks closed behind Lara’s agile fingers.

Managing to keep the rising pleasure from her businesslike voice, Lara said, ‘I’m going to search for the spot where it hurts the most now. I’m going to find where you truly ache. I want you to tell me when I arrive at the point that’s the most saddle sore. OK?’

‘Yes, Lara.’

The obedient way he said her name sent a shot of power through her system. It was an unexpected extra aphrodisiac, leaving Lara wishing she’d had the nerve to take her shorts off before starting the treatment.

‘The aim of a tantric massage is to carefully work your body to a point of pleasure beyond the awareness of sores and strains. To release your own energies to provide a heightened desire that clouds any pain. Are you ready?’

‘Uh, huh.’

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Using her index finger, Lara kneaded the lotion methodically, watching to see where the white flesh had been burnished scarlet the most due to the rub of the bicycle saddle. On reaching his anus Lara paused. She was enjoying the subtle change in the sound of Callum’s breathing. Suddenly he was panting as if he was cycling up a hill, rather than lying motionless across a massage bed.

‘How sore are you here?’ Tracing a second fingernail over his anus, Lara nodded in satisfaction as it puckered under the slight pressure.

‘I…’ Callum’s sentence morphed into a sigh as she dropped a pea sixed portion of ointment directly over his butthole.

Resting a finger in the centre of the newly deposited thick white liquid, Lara rotated it in tiny circular movements, relishing the effect she was having on Callum.  His previously relaxed palms had gone from being flat, to gripping the side of the bed as if he feared he might fall off. She was sure he was already close to coming, and she lessened the weight of her ministrations.

Aware of the steady rise of her own pulse rate as well, Lara took a slow exhalation of air. Then, slipping a hand inside her knickers, she casually announced, ‘While I’m attending to your sore areas, I’m also attending to mine.’

‘What?’

The husky edge to Callum’s voice drove Lara on as she replied, ‘Unless you inform me that you have worse sores elsewhere, then the salve I’m stroking over your arse, is going to slip inside you soon. Very soon. Your rear keeps winking at me. It appears hungry for my caress, so I guess it must hurt in there.’ Lara paused, deliberately letting Luke’s steady climb towards the point of full arousal die back a little before she added, ‘And in answer to your question, I’m pleasuring myself too. My clit to be precise. It’s all stiff and rather slippery. Your handsome butt is having a very unprofessional effect on me.’

‘You’re…wet?’ Callum’s words were so low she could barely hear them.

‘Soaking. I may have to take off my shorts and panties. Do you want me to sit astride you while naked?’

He virtually shouted, ‘Yes,’ before his voice became more beseeching. ‘But I don’t want you to take your hand from my arse either.’

‘Why? Is that where it’s the sorest?’

‘It is sore there, but that’s not where it hurts most.’

Lara eased a little finger just inside his rim, forcing a throaty groan from Callum’s lips. ‘Ah, so that is where it hurts the most?’

The cyclist gave an audible gulp ‘The sorest bit is lower.’

‘Lower?’ Savouring the texture of his flesh, Lara thrust her digit deeper while bringing her other hand back into service, quietly easing the tension from Callum’s lower back. ‘Is that where it hurts most?’

‘Oh hell…ummm…no…but…’

Withdrawing her finger, Lara was about to plunge it back in when, in a rapid rush of movement, Callum twisted at the waist and grabbed Lara’s bare leg tightly. Pulling her until she had no choice but to awkwardly slide off his legs, he grunted, ‘You bloody well know where it hurts the most woman!’

His cock stood stiff and eager as he lay face up on the bed.

‘I believe that’s cheating.’ Somehow Lara found the strength to pull away from Callum’s enticing grip. ‘I hadn’t finished releasing your erotic energy.’

‘What the hell is that then?’ The cyclist pointed to his erection.

Lara smiled, but she didn’t reply. Instead she stood, quietly reassessing where to concentrate her therapy now her working angle had been prematurely altered.  Eventually broke the silence. ‘Close your eyes and rest your hands by your sides.’

‘You have got to be kidding.’

Speaking steadily, Lara said, ‘Do you want this massage? Do you want to feel better?’

‘Yes, Lara.’

‘That’s better. Now trust me. Whatever happens, the end result will make you feel good. I promise.’

As Callum struggled to lie still, Lara forced her businesslike approach to continue despite her own growing arousal. ‘I can see that the saddle sore has affected more than your rump area. While I sort you out, I want you to concentrate on breathing in and out in time to the movement of my fingertips.’

Sliding each of her palms up the inside of Callum’s thighs, tapping each digit gently in turn, Lara smiled as his dick quivered in response to her presence. ‘Remember to think about your breathing.’

It took several minutes of soft pummelling before her client began to relax against the bed. Waiting until Callum had lost a little more of the desperate edge which had previously suggested he might climax at any second, Lara abruptly increased the pressure beneath the pads of her fingers.

Changing the angle of her contact, pressing her thumbs either side of his balls, working him harder, she saw Callum raise his head off the bed. ‘Breathe! Slowly.’

‘And what about you? You’re not breathing slowly? I can hear you from here!’

Lara laughed, ‘This is a case of do what I say, don’t do what I do. Now let me finish, or you won’t get the erotic massage you want, where you want it the most.’

Again she eased off the force as her fingers tripped lightly over him, sending a gratifying groan from Callum’s throat.

Once the tension beneath her touch had subsided, Lara began to re-edge Callum’s body towards a new erotic high by adding a finger to the action of her thumbs.

Instantly, Callum’s breathing became ragged as he fought his instincts to reach out for her.

As Lara witnessed a flush of a deep crimson assail his shaft, her breasts made a silent plea of their own from the claustrophobic confines of her bra, prompting her to a decision. The very next time Callum made an illegal move, she’d let him, whether she’d finished or not.

Sliding both her hands from his groin towards his inner thighs, Lara was in the midst of a private battle to close her mind against the urge to engulf his cock in her mouth rather than her palm, when Callum sat bolt upright.

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‘For fuck’s sake woman!’ Grabbing her thighs in his large hands, he dragged down her shorts and knickers. ‘I think you can declare your erotic massage technique a success.’

Yanking her leg urgently towards him, Callum, said, ‘Sit here.’ Gesturing towards his face, Lara was quickly crouched astride his head. Her head spun as she made herself adopt the breathing pattern she’d urged him to use.

Breathe in- as his tongue hit her clit.

Breathe out- as his fingers worked her pussy.

Breathe in – as her whole being ached in sympathy with the cyclist.

As Callum massaged her with a combination of his mouth and fingers, Lara began to tremble, and by the fifth swipe of his warm tongue her breathing was as deliciously laboured as his had been.

Drawing away, Callum, carefully copying his masseur’s previously professional manner, said, ‘Tell me Lara, where are you sore? Where do you ache? Would you like me to massage you were it hurts the most?’…

(This erotic story was inspired by Karma Tantric, an erotic and tantric massage agency in London, UK)

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I hope that made you smile…or at least tingle a little bit!

I think it’s high time I actually tried a tantric massage in real life…

Many thanks to Erica at Karma Tantric for inviting me to write this story for them today.

Happy massaging everyone,

Kay xx

 

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Smut Sunday: The Perfect Submissive

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May 21  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee


This week, for Smut Sunday, I thought I’d give you something to read from the first of the books in my darkly erotic series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!!

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I have been writing erotica for almost thirteen years now, and over that time I have built up something of a reputation for penning tales of the S&M and BDSM persuasion. Never has this reputation been more deserved than with Book One of the trilogy The Perfect Submissive, which I have to confess, definitely falls into the heavier side of erotica. In other words, it is pretty full on!

BlurbHidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.

 Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by  an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…

Making a living out of writing sex scenes is great fun whichever way you look at it. For me however, it is the kinkier scenes that are the most interesting and attractive to both read and create.  To be able to invent interesting and unusual- yet believable (if somewhat muscle stretching), ways to provide pleasure is a challenge I really enjoy. Taking everyday objects and turning them into instruments of eroticism- through either direct pleasure, or through pleasure via desired pain, is a wonderful way to spend my days! For example, why just use a paintbrush to paint with?

In the following extract, Miss Jess Sanders has been working at the Fables for a few days now, and has been introduced to the Hotels pseudo school room. We join the action were the poor girl has been tied to an art table for what seems like hours, and now, at last, physical relief has arrived…

‘Master Philips, this is Miss Jess Sanders, the new administration clerk, and soon, well … let’s just say, I have high hopes for this young lady.’

Jess’s brain galloped off at a number of conflicting tangents as Lee nodded in evident understanding. An understanding Jess certainly did not share. What high hopes?

‘While you were lying here enjoying yourself, Miss Sanders, Master Philips here, has proffered me a great service.’

Jess said nothing, her eyes trained on the white tabletop before her, not wanting to see the predatory look of either of the people who towered over her. She could feel the sexual tension rising in the stale air of the room, and her body tingled.

Daring another glance at the young man, Jess took in the short dark hair, the slim body, the midnight blue eyes, and the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock beneath his suit trousers, which made her pussy give an involuntary spasm against the brush.

‘As you can see, Master Philip, Miss Sanders has been corked with one of the heftier classrooms paintbrushes. Just a little something to keep that untutored body amused in my absence.’

Jess closed her eyes as she heard Mrs Peters talking about her as if she was a mere thing, a toy to be played with. The idea appalled her, and yet, somehow the thought that they could do whatever they liked to her, sent another shot of desire through her abused frame, confusing her further.

Lee said nothing, but watched as Mrs Peters’ hand went towards the bristles that extruded from the girl’s cunt. Jess groaned as it was abruptly pulled out, leaving her pussy emptier than ever.

Sardonically observing Lee’s aroused state, the manageress asked him, ‘Would you like your dick to replace the brush handle for Miss Sanders? I’m sure that right now she is feeling particularly in need of filling, and I know you have a cock worthy of the job.’

Without raising his head, Lee replied, ‘Thank you Mrs Peters, I would.’

‘Then assist me.’

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Swiftly Jess’s bindings were untied. It felt strange to be free, and the clerk’s shoulders cracked as she moved, flexing her arms and legs to get her blood circulating again. Jess wasn’t allowed her freedom for long however, as Mrs Peters yanked her arms sharply behind her back, re-tying her wrists, and shoving her into the larger and more comfortable teacher’s chair, her butt on the very edge of the seat, her legs spread.

‘As you are aware, Master Philips, I consider patience one of life’s greatest virtues, a lesson I think, by the look of desperation that is shining so blatantly in Miss Sanders’ eyes, it is high time she learnt.’

‘Yes Mrs Peters.’ Lee deflated slightly as he realised he would have to wait a little longer for his reward, but felt better when Laura passed him the paintbrush, knowing precisely what he was supposed to do with it.

Jess, her eyes wide, her throat drier than ever, watched as Lee ran the brush’s soft bristles between his fingers. Kneeling before Jess, he placed the tip of the paintbrush on the very end of her right nipple. Gasping with shock at the sensitivity of the touch, Jess began to shiver against the sweeping strokes Lee focused on her breast.

‘I must congratulate you, Master Philips.’ Mrs Peters spoke with approval. ‘You have an excellent technique there, arousing, and stimulating, without being quite enough to make your subject come.’

Jess groaned. Why wouldn’t they let her come? As the deliciously torturous brush moved onto her left tit, tears of desire and frustration gathered at the corner of her eyes. She knew she was minutes away from begging. Begging to be fucked, begging to be allowed to come; begging for a warm mouth to come to her pussy, her chest, her mouth.

Her quivers turned to shakes as her stomach knotted with the build up of a fast approaching climax.

A gesture from Laura and Lee dropped the brush, causing tears of desperation to course down Jess’s cheeks. ‘Now, Miss Sanders, you have to learn to pace yourself. This is as much for our enjoyment as yours, and we are not ready to let you come yet.’

Blinking in disbelief at her superior’s words, Jess felt the tears dry against her face, as once again the brush was employed by Lee, this time along her tethered arms, her unsteady legs and her taut stomach. Concentrating hard on not pleading for more direct attention, Jess tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs, and the increasingly obvious presence of Lee’s erection.

Jess’s persistent moans turned to helpless whimpers as Mrs Peters finally broke the tension, ‘You may remove your clothes, Lee.’

The young man moved with uncaring speed and Jess gulped as she saw the neatly circumcised penis that was pointing at her hungrily, slide into the waiting rubber.

Ordered to sit up straight, Jess obeyed as the barman gratefully sank his length into Jess’s slick snatch. Their mutual sighs of relief made Mrs Peters issue a sharp sneering laugh, ‘So young and so desperate.’

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Picking up the brush, the manageress began to stroke the cream bristles back over Jess’s tormented nipples, as Lee heaved against her, slapping his backside and balls against her in his urgency to come.

Jess screamed out her climax, her body rocking in shocked pent up pleasure.

As Jess slumped against the barman, Mrs Peters dropped the brush to the floor. ‘You see, Miss Sanders, some things are so much better if they are promised, but withheld for a while. If you are made to wait, you appreciate things all the more. Don’t you think?’

‘Yes, Mrs Peters.’ Jess spoke automatically through breathless lips. There really wasn’t anything else she could say…

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If you fancy delving in to the world of Mrs Peters and discovering how Jess copes with her submissive education, The Perfect Submissive is available in paperback, and as an eBook from all good retailers, including-

AmazonUK-http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358716163&sr=8-1

Amazon.com-http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358717314&sr=1-1&keywords=perfect+submissive

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Don’t forget the story continues after The Perfect Submissive with The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, and then the novella length extra tale, The New Room

Make sure you catch ALL the Smut Sunday links!

The New Room- Per Sub short

Happy Reading,

Kayxx

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Dabbling Outside My Comfort Zone: Imagine

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May 11  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News, Uncategorized  |   Kay Jaybee

It is often said that we should all do something that scares us every day. That it is healthy to take ourselves outside of our personal comfort zone.

As a child, just the act of having to answer a question out loud during class was enough to scare me to death. My comfort zone at that time could have been described as being where I was either on my own, or with friends who wouldn’t ask me tricky questions! Things haven’t really changed much, yet these days I seem to be living outside of my comfort zone more and more often.

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Writing erotica in itself is pretty wide of my comfort zone – at least it used to be. Over the last eleven years however, I have become at home with the smutty words and phrases I write- it is now the act of marketing my work that takes me out of my zone.

To write about myself, my work, to ‘BIG IT UP’ is so unlike me. Even carrying business cards with the words, ‘Kay Jaybee Erotica’ on them, is rather like hang gliding over enemy lines- even after over a decade.

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Extreme bravery is required whenever I travel to London, Manchester or anywhere else, to read my erotica out loud to an audience. And when I teach workshops or writing classes- despite really looking forward to them- I know I will be the victim of sweaty palms and a nervous stomach!!

When I’m out in the world- at places like Eroticon- on a writer’s panel, answering any questions about the art of writing erotica, and what on earth made me do so in the first place, I have to think hard. The fear that I won’t be able to answer your questions is never far away.  I’m just a writer good at sex scenes after all- what the hell do I know?

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It is  the question and answer sessions that make me more nervous than anything! What if I can’t answer the questions? What if I can’t hear the questions in the first place? What if? What if?  For me, it is like being ten years old all over again, not understanding a word my English teacher just said to me! Yet, I know full well, that once I have done it. Once the panel is complete- I will have loved every second of it!

At a more local level, as more people become aware of what I do for a living, I find I am asked to step a toe out of my comfort zone here to. A few years ago for example, I found myself roped- with a huge amount of nerves- into being a model for a fantastic new boutique called Snob, at a fashion show in a local hotel. An excellent evening of jazz and singing could so easily have been spoilt by me falling off my gorgeous boots, or falling to turn, move in the right way, etc, etc, etc…..

To say the adrenalin was pumping puts it mildly- but, with hair that was styled into something that I can only describe as ‘French Aristocrat on the way to the guillotine’- held together with an ozone layers worth of hairspray and 37 bobby pins, I wiggled the hips and waggled my fingers in the words most beautiful mittens, and survived the experience! It was- as you’d imagine, good fun. So why do I get into such a state before hand!!?? Stage fright will be the death of me!!

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At the Tiverton Literary Festival in 2016 I did an after dinner floor show about ‘The Real Life of an Erotica Writer’- this included taking off many layers of clothes…Was I nervous? That doesn’t even cover it. And yet…yes. It was fantastic fun – you should have seen the raffle…(I am available for future bookings if you fancy a corporate event with a difference!)

It doesn’t matter what I do, or how far out of my comfort zone I step, I’m always going to suffer from stage fright. Once those lights go up however…I LOVE IT!

And it’s just as well I do! These are undeniably hard times for independent writers. With erotica publishers falling like confetti, few of us can afford to simply write for a living. Luckily, I enjoy teaching so much, that fellow author Alison Knight and I decided to start a creative writing workshop company so that we could continue to earn money while doing something we love!

Imagine: Creative and Life Writing has recently launched in the South West of England-(although we travel anywhere in the UK or abroad). So if you fancy finding out what courses are on offer, check out our business page. www.imaginecreativewriting.co.uk

From romance to erotica, beginners to old hands like myself- we have something for everyone. If you fancy booking us to teach a class rather than as a student, just drop me  a line. (For the purposes of the company, I operate under my other pen name- Jenny Kane)

Right- I’m off now to hide under my scarf, hat and dark glasses, to bustle my way through town, writing my next workshop lesson under the cover of ‘woman writing shopping list’ in the corner of the café.

Happy reading and writing

Kay xxx

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A Secret Smile: Quick Kink Two

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May 2  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

My first love has always been writing erotic short stories.

Today I thought I’d share a complete story from my very naughty anthology, Quick Kink Two

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Blurb

Quick Kink Two satisfies the reader with twelve bite-sized erotic tales of lust, master and servant domination and submission, bondage, instruction and voyeurism.

From the full-on experience of a journalist at an S&M wedding (The Bride Wore Rubber), to the power games of a mistress and her four willing slaves (Just As She Says), to the private, but instantly sexy adventures of a woman awaiting her part-time lover (Secret Smile), Quick Kink Two provides a tempting dose of straight, bi, and lesbian fantasy.

Secret Smile

Joanna’s legs felt stiff. They ached in places she didn’t think it was possible for them to ache. Even her hips throbbed, preserving the echo of where Lee’s hands had been; reminding Joanna of how he’d grasped her body with beautifully rough force.

The smile that played at the corner of her eyes as she moved around the house, carrying out the mundane tasks of the afternoon, was the only indicator of the amazing encounter just past. As Joanna poured water into the sink to tackle the mountain of washing up, her mind replayed the highlight of her day.

She’d been waiting for the doorbell to ring since one o’clock. It was already almost three, and time was running out. In a little over half an hour she would be on the school-run, and Joanna would turn into “Mum” once more, and not a sexy woman awaiting her lover.

Over the past few months Joanna had become accustomed to giving constant glances towards her front door as she sat at her desk working. She’d long since stopped worrying if Lee would turn up or not. If he was late it was because a job had overrun, not because he didn’t want to spend a few precious moments of time with her on the parallel universe they’d created for themselves.

No one else knew they met. A fiction they perpetuated by the sheltered nature of her home, her neighbours’ workday absence, and the fact Lee always parked his battered blue van in the next street.

Of course the later he was, then the faster the sex would be, but, Joanna thought to herself as she failed to concentrate on the spreadsheets she was theoretically working on, one of his quick fucks was always worth experiencing.

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Joanna’s levels of anticipation increased with each tick of the clock that sat on the bookshelf next to her desk. As the flick of the second hand echoed through the quiet of the room, her body began to react to the frustration of waiting. She could almost feel his rough hands on her smooth, pale flesh. They’d be calloused, with the fresh cuts he’d have picked up that day from whatever his work as an odd-job man had bought him.

Her state of semi-arousal increased as her nipples, desperate for the attention her body had been expecting for the last two hours, pushed against her black satin bra. Leaning back in her swivel chair, Joanna closed her eyes and, impatience getting the better of her, began to dance her slim fingers over her thin maroon shirt. Undoing her buttons, one at a time, she pictured Lee standing before her. Joanna smiled as she imagined his clumsy digits fumbling over the tiny fastenings until he got frustrated with them, and simply yanked the whole garment over her head.

Only two buttons of her blouse were still done up, when the urgent ringing of the doorbell abruptly pulled Joanna from her erotic musings. She dashed to the door.

Lee hastened inside, apologising for his lateness, and muttering something about a badly blocked drain. His face, however, showed instant approval at Joanna’s dishevelled state. Muttering, ‘Nice bra, baby,’ he wasted no time, and dropped his hands into the gap she’d made, popping her tits free so he could attack them with his mouth.

She groaned into his shoulder as teeth grazed her nipples, sending electric shocks through her nervous system, instantly igniting her pussy. Then, as one, in a flurry of urgency, they simultaneously remembered the shortness of the time they had together, and yanked off their own trousers and underwear.

Joanna’s pulse raced rapidly as she saw how gorgeously hard he was already. Recognising the hunger in her eyes, Lee rolled on a condom as he whispered into her ear, ‘I’ve been pumping blood down there for the last two hours thinking of you, babe.’ Without bothering to ask for permission, he flipped Joanna over onto her front, and swiftly impaled himself into her from behind.

‘That’s so good,’ Joanna murmured as she surrendered her body to his thrusts, relishing the solid weight of his muscular frame as his huge hands grasped her hips. Slamming hard against his lover, Lee slipped a hand over her slick clit, massaging her wetness in time to his movements.

‘Talk dirty to me, baby.’

Without hesitating, Joanna immediately began to tell him what he wanted to hear, ‘You really are a bad boy, making me all wet, I’ve been thinking of how well you fuck all afternoon. I’ve also been thinking of a girl I once knew …’ Lee sighed as he listened, increasing Joanna’s confidence as she continued, ‘… she used to spend hours just sucking my tits, but you suck tits better, much better. Hell, I’ve never been as horny in my life as I get thinking about us together; my vibrator batteries have worn right down since our last shag …’

Lee grunted urgently into her ear, ‘Babe, I’m coming.’ He increased the pressure of his fingers on her clit, and suddenly Joanna was climaxing as well, her body shuddering against his sweetly sweaty bulk as he moved even faster.

They dressed quickly, laughing at their crumpled, semi-clad selves, making plans for their next encounter. Then, giving Joanna a fiercely deep kiss, Lee was gone.

Joanna sat on the sofa, marvelling at how quiet and big her house felt after her lover’s departure. Flexing her muscles, she knew that, in about an hour, her body would start to bruise and throb, with the satisfying worthwhile sort of ache which always gave her a secret smile.

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I hope you enjoyed that!!

There are 11 other equally sexy tales within Quick Kink Two– if you fancy a peep, you can buy this e-anthology from all good e-retailers, including-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Quick-Kink-Two-instruction-ebook/dp/B008GU41P6/ref=pd_sim_sbs_kinc_1

Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Quick-Kink-Two-instruction-ebook/dp/B008GU41P6/ref=pd_sim_sbs_kstore_1

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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‘The Collector’ Rides Again

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April 26  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Last year I re-released my first solo work, The Collector. It had a total re-edit, and added 2 brand news HOT stories to the 20 already snuggled between it’s pages.

The Collector 2016 b

 

Blurb

Gathering salaciously erotic stories against an everyday backdrop of bus trips, train journeys, coffee shops, and restaurants, The Collector documents a wide variety of sexual encounters as she travels Great Britain.

The Collector’s research takes her into every arena of the erotic experience, from love, lust, submission and dominance, to voyeurism and beyond.

Are you brave enough to see if it was your supposedly private conversation she overheard – and then wrote down?

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The stories within The Collector vary greatly in length, style, and taste. The best way to think of it is as an erotica menu- lots of tasty tasters to help you discover which erotica works best for you. If you alike all sorts of erotica already, then you should (I hope!) like them all!

You can buy my kinkiest collection on Kindle!

Buy Links – Kindle

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01EVVGYB2?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EVVGYB2?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660 

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Here are a couple of lovely reviews!

‘WOW, what a GREAT book! Ms. Jaybee, the true author of THE COLLECTOR, honestly has me curious if she is, in fact, this collector. Her intros were so well written and believable that I fell under an erotic spell while reading. I didn’t LOVE every story, but I really did at least LIKE almost all of them for one reason or another. My favorites were Treasure, where a woman invites a friend of a friend back to her place so he can discover her hidden treasure; and Crushed, where a 2 (and a half) people in a standstill crowd experienced a hedonistic anonymous encounter. If I heard real life stories like these on a regular basis, I swear I would die from a state of constant arousal! … ‘ The Romance Reviews

‘Such a unique book.  The title was perfect for this book.  The Collector.  I know you are asking how I call an erotic book unique.  Well, it is because the author has such a wonderful way with writing.  I admit this is not my first Kay Jaybee book, and it will certainly not be my last.  Kaybee, is such a wonderful author.  The stories she writes are not just all sex, they each have meaning, plot, characters, challenges.  This book is no exception to her wonderful work.  Another amazing read by Jaybee.’ Bunny Reviews 

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Happy reading,

Kay x

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