The Story Behind “Not Taking the Tube”

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May 18  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

I am sure one of the most frequently asked questions that passes from the non-writer to the writer is, ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’

My answer is both predictable, and always the same. ‘From all around me.’ I say- ‘from everywhere.’

To give you an example…

I was stood one cool Saturday morning, with hundreds of others, on the platform of Moorgate Tube Station. There was breathing room only, and we were being advised via a barely audible Tannoy announcement, that it was going to take an average of 2 hours to get to Paddington Station by tube (normally a 20 minute run), so we should consider alternative transport.

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You could feel the tension in the air, the anger was bouncing off the walls, and the language of stress was flying from many a commuter’s mouth. Mobile phones were being launched into life, as apologises were conveyed from those who were going to be very later for work to their employers etc- apart from those who couldn’t get a phone signal- I began to seriously fear for those individual’s blood pressure.

Watching all this from the comfortably resigned position of someone who has three hours before they have to catch their train home, I leant against the grubby grey wall of the station and considered my options. Perhaps, I thought, I should catch a bus.

As I continued to observe my fellow would be travellers, the seed of a plotline began to germinate in my mind. A small and undeniably attractive guard was doing her best, with infinite patience, to explain to the surging mass of commuters what was going on. Facing a barrage of abuse, she calmly carried on, letting all the anger directed at her slip away like water off a ducks back. But what if she snapped? What if her reserve broke…what would she do then?

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There and then the story ‘Not Taking The Tube’ was born, a piece which quickly engendered five sister stories, which in turn became my S&M and BSDM based Fem Dom e-anthology Yes Ma’am.

I have never been so glad to be held up by a train!

Here’s a little extract for you…

…Opening his mouth to complain, he found a slim finger pressed over his lips. “Sir, I did not make the tube points fail.” Her voice was perfectly calm. He could smell the dusty claustrophobic atmosphere on her skin as she slowly moved the single digit across his lips making his pulse match his inflated blood pressure. “Nor did I decide to mess up the lighting system. And I certainly didn’t decide that today would be the perfect day to start renovation on the Circle Line.”

His breath rattled in his throat, and yet the presence of her finger somehow prevented him from speaking. It would have been easy to push her away, but the diminutive figure had taken a step forward, and her chest, neat, firm, and encased in a regulation navy shirt and tank top, felt unexpectedly arousing next to his stomach.

“Now, sir, if you go on stressing like this, then you’ll have a heart attack or something. I suggest you allow me to assist you in lowering your tension levels.”

Rational thought was doing its best to communicate with him, telling him that a short dark skinned, incredibly self contained Underground official was unhooking the clasp of his belt. He wanted to rail and shout against the unfairness of delay. He wanted to push her away; shove her; punish her for being so fucking reasonable. He didn’t though; he merely watched as a dangerous smile grew at the corner of her lips.

For a split second time seemed to freeze, as if they were both considering what was about to happen. Then, the woman exploded.

With angry relish she whipped the leather belt from his trousers, dropped it and pulled open his fly so violently that a button came free and skittered across the floor. Gripping his balls through his trousers, she hissed, “You and all you “clever” types don’t even stop to think before you wade in with all your complaints.”

His jaw fell open as she massaged his balls with painful squeezes. It was as if all the weeks and months of unjust dealings had snapped inside her in one go…

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Yes Ma'am promo 2015

You can buy Yes Ma’am

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1376072456&sr=1-6&keywords=yes+ma%27am 

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376072566&sr=8-1&keywords=Yes+maam+kay+jaybee

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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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.

Comfort Zone

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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Release Blitz: Damned If You Do by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai)

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May 9  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

Out Now—Damned If You Do by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #bdsm #eroticromance #lisabetsarai #bondage #discipline #dominance #submission  #sextoys #buttplug #faust #author #demon #pnr

(Excessica, 2017-Paranormal BDSM erotic romance (Five flames)-approximately 29,000- words- HEA ending)

Blurb

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can’t get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can’t afford to lose, my dear.

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.  

Quotes

“Lisabet Sarai writes the most beautiful erotic prose. Her stories tease at the senses and transport you to a world of sexual pleasure.” ~ Desiree Holt, queen of BDSM erotic romance and author of Forward Pass

“I’ve always been a fan—Lisabet Sarai’s erotic fiction is certain to captivate, dominate, and leave readers begging for more.” ~ Alison Tyler, best-selling author of erotic BDSM memoirs Dark Secret Love and Even Deeper.

 

Buy Links (Ebook and Print)

Amazon US:  http://amzn.to/2pT31HP

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2pEb3Uf

Barnes & Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/damned-if-you-do-lisabet-sarai/1126292735?ean=2940157395711

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/damned-if-you-do-10

Excessica: https://goo.gl/dZN3dr

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35009284-damned-if-you-do

(Other booksellers coming soon.)

About Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

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Excerpt 1: X-rated

 The smoke-tinted windows created a perpetual twilight within the vehicle. An equally dark barrier separated the spacious back seat from the driver in front. No one could see the lewd manner in which Mister B dragged her shirt up to her armpits and her bra down to her waist, exposing her ample breasts. When he twisted her nipple with impeccably manicured fingers, lust poured through her, as though he’d opened a spigot. Her pussy overflowed to further drench her already-sodden panties. She squirmed on the slick seat, hungry for stimulation.

 

Without releasing her breast, he rubbed two fingers along the damp seam of her jeans. Wendy couldn’t suppress a desperate moan. He chuckled as he sniffed his fingertips. “Your fragrance is exquisite, my dear.” Cupping her pubis, he ground the heel of his hand against her clit while his fingers beat out a frustrating rhythm against the tightly stretched denim between her thighs.

She hadn’t been this turned on in months—no, years. The substantial bulge at his fly told her he was also aroused, but somehow she didn’t dare touch him. Though he had yet to give her any orders, he had made it clear she had to obey him if she wanted to reap the benefits of this strange arrangement.

Meanwhile, an odd passivity had taken her over. He’d told her not to think, but only to feel. Her rational self, the part that screamed warnings about engaging in sexual trysts with total strangers, had retreated to some distant corner of her mind, leaving only a hunger to be touched, a craving to be filled, a shameful desire to be used and even abused.    

“I know what you want, Gwen. What you truly need. I’ve read all your stories of implacable masters and eager slaves. But you never go all the way in your tales, do you? You don’t dare show the world the true depths of your depravity.”

His words inflamed her almost as much as his actions.

“I—oh!” He ripped open her fly and forced his hand down the front of her jeans, under the elastic of her underwear, into her soaked and swollen cunt. His fingers were like tongues of flame as they probed her cleft and teased her clit. “Oh, please…I can’t bear it…”

As quickly as they’d arrived, his fingers were gone, leaving her empty and aching. She gazed at him in a state of horny disbelief as he used a monogrammed hankie from his breast pocket to clean her juices from his elegant hands. “I shall decide what you must bear, my sweet little slave. Now I believe we’ve arrived at your abode, where we can explore this question further. You should fix your clothing.”

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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.

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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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