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Delivering Romance with Kink- Not Her Type

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April 16  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I will let you into a secret- Not Her Type is a love story!!!

Shush…don’t tell anyone. Kay Jaybee- writing a love story!! My reputation as a producer of bondage smut will be forever dented!!

Fear not however, for throughout the c.28,000 words of this novella, S&M sits hand in glove with the underlying romantic streak. For this is a love story that neither Jenny nor John see coming- or indeed wanted- at first at least…

 

Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).

Thrown together by an unexpectedly mutual lust, it is on their third meeting, during a mid-fuck sharing of fantasies, that Jenny confesses to John that, despite their extensive differences, they have something very important in common – they both (usually), prefer women.

Jenny let out a strangled whine, as much from the sensation of being so wonderfully full as from the irritation of having to wait to hear about his dream. An accompanying moan almost simultaneously escaped from John, as she gripped her pelvic muscles around his cock, holding and releasing him over and over again until she couldn’t wait any longer. “You’ve always wanted to what?”

John grinned wickedly, but said no more as he grabbed Jenny’s waist with one hand, thrusting faster, and snaked his other hand down between her legs to massage her nub. Now it was Jenny’s turn to lose her focus. Her film courier could have told her anything at all, and she would have been totally oblivious to what he’d said, as vivid red and orange bubbles of colour burst inside her head.

Shaking with the astonishing intensity of her orgasm, Jenny held onto him tight, digging her fingers into the ink-scarred arms.

She felt the shudder of John’s body as he threw his head back and came inside her. Wiping tangled hair from Jenny’s eyes, John eased himself away from her glowing body. At last he spoke, “I’ve got this picture in my head. I simply can’t shift it.”

“A picture of…?”

“Of you, and me, and…” He paused again, as if trying to decide if he should go on.

Jenny’s pulse-rate hit epidemic proportions. What the hell could be so outlandish that he’s struggling to tell me? Does he think I’ll run a mile or throw him out the house or something? “And…?” It was increasingly difficult to keep the frustration from her voice.

He took an audibly deep breath, “Of you, and me, and another woman.”

It took all her effort not to laugh. All that hesitation for such a standard bloke’s fantasy. But rather than mock, Jenny began to visualize the scene he was suggesting. Is this something he wants us to fantasize about together? Or something he actually wants us to do for real? As she studied her new lover closely, a buzz of excitement rose within her. Is he serious?

“Well?” For the first time since she’d met John he had a trace of uncertainty in his tone, and his confident eyes dipped and failed to meet hers.

So, he is serious. Moving closer to his naked body, placing both her palms flat on his chest, Jenny whispered into his ear, “You find her and I’ll do it.”

Never would Jenny forget the stunned look on John’s face as he spluttered, “What? Really?”

“Sure,” a knot of exhilaration gathered in her chest, and Jenny trailed her fingers lower, lightly twisting the hairs on his chest together in small clumps. “Anyway, it wouldn’t exactly be my first time with a woman.”

“It wouldn’t?!”

“No honey. It wouldn’t.”

A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…

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Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!


Buy links…

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345730&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+TYpe+kay+jaybee

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345892&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+Type+kay+jaybee

Happy reading everyone!!

Kay xxx

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Happy Birthday Blog!

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July 13  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m getting to the age where I’m beginning to wonder if I should even mention my birthday! On the other hand- I’m a sucker for balloons, ice-cream, and the excuse to eat rather more cake than usual! So bring it on!!

This year I’m celebrating with my lovely family, and a walk over beautiful Dartmoor. This is a place that inspires me the second I catch glimpse of it, on each and every visit.

Little Mis Tor

For years I’ve intended to write a story based on the moors of Devon, and yet somehow time, and other work commitments, haves never allowed it. This year though, it has to happen- even if it’s only a short tale…ummmm…I can feel the ideas brewing…

And talking of brewing- let’s all settle back with a cuppa-(coffee for me please)- and a nice big slice of birthday cake, and contemplate the meaning of life, the universe and everything- apparently now I’m this particular age I should know the answer…

No? Okay- let’s read this instead- one of my favourite of all the short stories I’ve written (and researched)…enjoy!

(Yes- it is a courier story- you’d already guessed that hadn’t you!)

girl with tape

Cardboard (copyright Kay Jaybee)

Waiting outside the courier depot, Pia watched the last two vans come in from their rounds, the drivers eagerly leaping from their vehicles’ and heading to reception. Automatically a blush started to spread across her cheeks as she wondered if they were as infused with the same mildly musty cardboard odour as Owen. Shaking herself to distract the erotic tableau that had appeared in her head, Pia fidgeted her feet against the pavement.

Where the hell had Owen got to? She could see his van, so he was definitely back from his round. Flicking a stray red hair up and under her green velvet cap, Pia checked her wristwatch. It was six forty-five; he was twenty minutes late. Heaving herself away from the wall against which she’d been propped, Pia walked towards the depot.

‘Can I help?’ An austere looking woman behind the reception desk was buttoning up her overcoat,

Pia smiled politely, ‘I’m waiting for Owen Richards.’

‘Ah yes, he said he was expecting someone. He’s in the staff room I think.’ Then, with a swift point of her finger towards the dirty double doors to Pia’s left, the woman disappeared into the grey evening.

Taking off her hat, and shaking out her wavy red hair, Pia hesitated. She’d never been inside the depot before, but as Owen had obviously left a message for her, she supposed it was alright to be there.

Pia gingerly eased open one half of the double doors. The tang of cardboard, paper and dust hit her senses with a wallop, causing her body to instantly react. The whole place smelt as delicious as Owen did after a day on the van. It was as if the scent of the materials he worked with day after day had become ingrained in the pores of his skin. Telling herself that soon she and Owen would be home, and she could work off the lust that was tingling through her veins, Pia walked into the staff room

The silence was vaguely eerie. Battered armchairs edged the room, and an overloaded coffee table was strewn with back copies of lad’s magazines and unwashed coffee mugs. Yet there wasn’t a driver in sight.

Deciding to return to Reception, Pia’s hand was on the front door when she became aware of a presence behind her. She swung around and drew a sigh of relief when she saw Owen, ‘Hell, you gave me a fright.’

‘Sorry babe.’

‘Where’ve you been?’

‘I had a few things to sort out. My mobile had no signal, so I left a message for you; I take it you got it?’

‘The receptionist told me to wait in the staff room, but there was no one about so…’

‘…you thought you’d run away?’

Despite his twinkling brown eyes and lopsided smile, there was something about the tone of his voice made Pia uneasy.

‘Not run away exactly, but I didn’t want to hang around in there on my own.’

Owen took hold of Pia’s hand, ‘We’re rather short handed at the moment, so I have a few more things to do.’ He ran a hand through her hair, ‘why don’t you come with me?’

Pia allowed him to lead her back through the double doors, through the still empty staff room and on into the storeroom. The moment the door opened Pia drew in a sharp breath.

‘Well?’ Owen appeared unsure, and yet his eyes gleamed as he gripped his lover’s hand tighter.

The store was cool, square, and dimly lit, and even the dusty air seemed to have its own residual echo. Easing her hand from Owens, Pia surveyed the deserted room.

The walls had rows of flat packed cardboard boxes lined up all around them. Piles of plastic bags emblazoned with the company logo sat stacked in one corner, and three industrial sized dispensers of parcel tape lay abandoned next to them. On the floor, a heavy layer of grime clung possessively to the surface, except for where someone had laid out a rectangle of squashed down boxes, more or less in the size and shape of a king-sized bed.

Swallowing some moisture back into her throat Pia whispered, ‘Is this what you’ve been sorting out?’

His reply of ‘yes’ was barely audible as he waited for her reaction.

‘So where is everybody?’

‘It’s Saturday evening babe. Next shift doesn’t start until six tomorrow.’

Even though the room was cold, Pia felt hot and uncomfortable in her coat and scarf. Unable to drag her gaze from the bed of cardboard, she said, ‘I didn’t think you’d heard me when I told you, you never said anything about my fantasy afterwards.’

‘I heard most of it.’

As Owen’s hands reached around her and started to undo the buttons of Pia’s coat, her mind surged; how much had he heard?

Pia’s eyes moved to the doors, ‘But we can’t! The door is unlocked, anyone could walk in.’

Owen produced a bunch of keys from his pocket, ‘I’ll lock the main door.’

Pia’s pulse rate tweaked up a notch. Could they really do this? The smell of cardboard and the closeness of Owen, not to mention the wrongness of even being there, sent quivers of erotic excitement through her body. No one had ever tried to act out a fantasy for her before, not even half a fantasy.

‘I’ll go and lock the door then, shall I?’

Not trusting herself to speak, Pia simply inclined her head.

Owen kissed her, his stubble scratching her face, his hands squeezing her shoulders through her coat. ‘I won’t be long.’ His voice was husky, ‘lose the coat and wait for me on the cardboard.’

Watching him disappear through the door, Pia felt sweat cover her palms. Doubts were queuing up at the back of her head. What if Owen doesn’t lock the door properly? How can he be absolutely sure there’s no one left in this massive building? Do I even want to do this in real life, shouldn’t fantasies remain just that?

‘Why’s you’re coat still on?’ Owens voice was accusing rather than amused.

‘You were quicker than I expected.’

‘Of course I was!’ He wrenched the jacket from her shoulders, ‘I’m about to see a beautiful woman writhe before me on a pile of cardboard.’

Pia’s cheeks coloured violently, his brusque manner was in keeping with her dream, but totally foreign to his usual considerate nature. Owen unwound her scarf as she asked, ‘Are you sure that it’s okay? I don’t want you getting the sack or anything.’

‘I think you should leave the worrying to me. I also think you’ve said enough for the moment.’ Bundling up Pia’s hair, Owen scrunched it into a pony tail, which he tied with a collection of elastic bands he had wrapped around his wrist.

Her head spinning as Owen tugged her hair through the rubber loops, catching stray wisps painfully between his fingers, Pia shut her eyes, and inhaled slowly. The aroma of packaging filled her nostrils. She could almost taste it at the back of her throat. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself face to face with Owen. His expression killed any inclination she’d had to speak. A determination permeated with lust radiated from him, and Pia felt her tits swelled beneath his stare.

‘Strip.’

It was not an order that could be ignored. Pia’s shaking hands began to fumble at her shirt buttons, her eyes glued to the bulge beneath Owens black combats.

Shivering with a combination of cold and fear, standing in only her cream knickers and bra, Pia paused, goose-pimples breaking out across her skin.

‘That’ll do for now.’ Owen’s dark eyes shone at her, ‘Now stand right in the middle of the boxes.’

Wordlessly she moved, her naked feet sinking against the uneven make-shift carpet, her toes shuffling away from the occasional rough corner. Fully aware of how turned on she was despite her misgivings, Pia could feel her silk panties sticking to her pussy.

Dragging his eyes away from his girl, Owen walked purposefully to the stack of plastic bags, and picked up one of the tape dispensers. Then, yanking Pia’s arms behind her back, he caught her wrists in one hand, and deftly wrapped some tape around them.

‘Owen I…’

He interrupted his lover before she could go on, ‘You wanted to be dominated on a pile of cardboard boxes, it is too late to complain now its happening.’

Pia opened her mouth to argue, but Owen’s calloused hand came up quickly, and was pushed over her dry lips. ‘If you can’t keep quiet then I’ll have to force you to.’

Surprised at how easily Owen had taken to this new role, Pia clamped her mouth together beneath his hand.

‘That’s better. Now sit down.’

Uncertainty flew through her as she sat cross-legged on the cardboard, curiosity at what might happen next arousing her still further. She kept telling herself that there was nothing to be afraid of, that Owen would never hurt her, but Pia couldn’t help feeling a fission of fear as hormones zipped through her body in passion fuelled confusion.

Crouching before her, Owen smiled, and reverting to his usual manner said, ‘You look incredible. How do you feel?’

‘Good – I think.’

‘Close your eyes.’

The second they were shut, the heady perfume of card and tape intensified the sensation of Owen’s hands on her breasts. Pia was unable to contain a sigh of relief as he unfastened her bra, but when Owen pinched each teat, her sighs became voluble squeals.

‘I told you to be quiet. I’ll have to silence you.’

Pia’s eyes shot back open, ‘But…’

Owen was shaking his head as though he was bitterly disappointed. ‘You’ve proven you can’t be trusted.’ He picked the parcel tape back up.

Before Pia could protest, Owen sealed her mouth with a neat rectangle of beige tape. As the sticky surface adhered to her lips, Pia tried to stop her chest pounding with panic. Adjusting to breathing to just through her nose; she looked and felt like a kidnap victim.

Owen nodded in satisfaction, ‘Beautiful.’

As tears of shock gathered at the corners of Pia’s eyes, he added, ‘Beautiful, powerless, and silent.’

Throwing the tape to one side, Owen’s hands began to fondle the soft flesh of her chest, while licking the moisture away from her eyes.

Pia’s body readily responded to his touch, and as Owen’s fingers dropped into her lap, teasing her stomach, prickles of longing shot up and down her spine. Staring into her eyes, Owen took his hands lower still, making Pia’s breath shallower as he danced his fingertips around the edge of her knickers. Then, holding her gaze, he cupped her mound firmly in one hand.

‘You hot hussy,’ He stroked a stray hair from over her eyes, ‘a helpless hussy. So gorgeous.’

Pia wished she could speak, wished she could reach out and caress his body, handle the muscles in his arms, scratch her nails across his flesh, but she had no choice but to sit, the edges of the boxes digging into her backside.

‘In fact,’ Owen tilted his head in mock contemplation, ‘I think it’s a real shame there’s no one else here to see how fantastic you look.’

Pia’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly she knew how wrong she’d got things. He hadn’t only heard part of her mumbled fantasy, he’d heard it all. She’d been the one who hadn’t been paying enough attention when they’d discussed their deepest desires, not him.

Owen stroked Pia’s cheek with one hand, and kneaded her pussy with the other, staining the fabric of her panties with her juices, ‘I couldn’t believe my luck when you told me your submissive dream. To be shagged by two men at the same time on cardboard. You really are my dirty little girl aren’t you?’

Pia frantically shook her head, the reality of other men seeing her vulnerable body hitting her in a wave of nervous adrenalin.

‘Oh no baby,’ Owen gripped her crotch tighter, using it to lever her to a standing position. ‘I don’t believe you really want to leave. I think this is what you want; your body certainly agrees with me.’ He reinforced his claim by jabbing a hand inside her knickers, making Pia inwardly groan with pleasure. Bringing his fingers straight back out again, he showed his lover the glistening liquid that stuck to his skin. Licking Pia’s juices away, he said, ‘You couldn’t want this more if you tried, and as you would know if you’d been listening, I’d just love to watch your dream in action.’

As if Owen’s words had been a pre-planned cue, the door to the storeroom opened, and the two drivers Pia had seen earlier walked in.

Pia’s pulse pounded manically as Owen greeted his guests. ‘This is Pia, Pia this is Andy and Craig. I think they’ll fit your requirements.’

Stunned, Pia just stood there, conscious of nothing but the new arrivals eyes as they mentally removed her underwear. They were so near to her that she could smell the same incredible aroma of sweat and cardboard that Owen shared, and the uncertainty that had knotted in her gut was swamped by a hot flush of erotic anticipation. Dressed in the same uniform of green polo-shirt and black combats, all three men oozed an air of barely tamed lust.

Andy, tall and slim, his blonde hair short and spiked, stood to her right. The stockier figure of Craig, his head shaved, his eyes as emerald as his shirt, waited, poised, to her left.

Pia’s legs began to shake as Owen bent his lips to her ear, ‘They are so hot for you. So fucking hot, and I’m gonna watch them have you.’

Her shoulders quivered as his breath tickled her skin, and with eyes that pleaded for reassurance, she peered up at him.

Slipping back into his usual calm voice, Owen muttered so that only she could hear, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll love it. I promise,’ before stepping back and roughly pulling off her sodden underwear.

Placing a hand on each of his colleague’s shoulders, Owen steered them to the far corner of the room, leaving Pia to imagine what they were saying to each other.

After what seemed to have been a lifetime, the couriers strode purposefully back towards her, their faces creased with hunger and disbelief, as if neither of them could believe their luck. Standing at the edge of the cardboard, directly in front of Pia, the three men tore off their shirts. Pia’s muffled gasp of appreciation turned to frustration at not being able to hold either her lover’s chest, or the other toned torsos.

Abruptly, in one simultaneous move, Andy and Craig attached their mouths to Pia’s breasts. The contrasting texture and pressure from each sets of lips, kissing, licking and biting her, felt incredible. Shutting her eyes once more, Pia was grateful for the warm hands that not only snaked over her body, but also supported it, as her limbs shook against the cardboard.

Their digits were everywhere at once, between her legs, over her clit, behind her knees, on her neck, as though each man was on his own personal race against time to get as much out of the encounter as possible before Owen changed his mind about them fucking his girlfriend.

Her head swimming, bright colours exploded behind Pia’s eyelids. All fear forgotten, her whole body began to tighten with a climax that coursed through her so quickly she thought she’d collapse.

Seeing her legs begin to buckle, Owen stepped forward and lowered Pia to the ground, ripping off her gag. Pia cried out as the tape plaster tore mercilessly at her skin, but the new vision before her more than made up for the moment’s discomfort.

Andy and Craig had removed the rest of their clothes, and stood, towering over her naked body. The cardboard bed crackled beneath their combined weight, and with her hands still trapped uncomfortably behind her back, Pia braced herself.

The drivers glanced at each other, as if to confirm some previously discussed plan of action, before falling to their knees either side of her.

A pair of calloused hands flipped her onto her stomach, so that her head was buried in the boxes, and the overpowering scent of the card shot straight into Pia’s nostrils, making her expel a protracted moan of need. Her previous orgasm was already forgotten, all that mattered was the next one.

Two hands grasped her buttocks, and two others pushed her legs up and out at the knees, so all her weight was centred on her face and shoulders as they dug into the rough bed. A pair of bare legs appeared before her. Owen had stripped.

Pia’s blood pounded in her cricked neck as she felt a single finger begin to rub at her clit. She didn’t care who the finger belonged to, just that it kept moving, as she mewled into the packaging.

Then her hands were picked up at the wrists, and one of the couriers plucked away the tape that bound Pia’s wrists. She couldn’t help but scream, as the sticky surface ripped minute hairs from her skin.

Without giving her time to adjust to her freedom, Pia was ordered to her hands and knees. A hand seized her ponytail and wrenched her neck high. Pia blinked at Craig’s thickly erect dick, which hovered just out of reach. She longed to take it between her teeth; the thought of Owen watching her; of him wanting her to do this, making Pia hornier than ever.

With his cock in his hand, Craig began to play it around Pia’s parted mouth. At the same time, she heard a condom packet being opened, and Andy came up behind her, grabbing her left hip with one hand, he began to tease his dick over and around her wet snatch with the other.

This was agony. Pia was desperate to engulf the shaft before her, but that would mean shifting fractionally forward and losing the touch of the cock brushing her from behind. At the same time, she urgently wanted to be full of the rod teasing her pussy, but didn’t want to shift backwards and lose the fragile contact of the cock at her lips.

Pia could see Owen, a broad grin across his face, a palm wrapped around his penis as he slowly caressed it back and forth. Unconsciously, Pia began to rock against the cardboard in time to her lover’s masturbation, so one second she was close to the cock at her mouth, the next, grazing against the one at her snatch.

With each movement, the need Pia felt to keep going increased, and she began to speed up, working herself off against the two men, who somehow managed to keep still as her tongue flicked over the tip of one, and her clit bumped the head of the other.

Her breasts swinging manically beneath her, there was no way Pia could stop now. With closed eyes, she was immersed in a world where only sensation mattered, where only the briefest touch of the two men, the smell of cardboard, and the sound of Owen’s heavy breathing mattered.

Perspiration began to gather on her forehead and between her breasts. Suddenly it was too much, and Pia let out a strangled cry of frustration. She needed to be full. She needed two cocks inside her, and she needed them now.

Breaking the rhythm, she lunged forward and caught Craig’s length between her teeth. Terrified he’d back away, Pia held him firmly in her throat. He didn’t move however, but called out to Owen, ‘Fuck she’s good.’ While Andy shuffled forward, impaling her cunt in one swift move.

Pia’s climax immediately hammered through her. Thrusting and pumping their friend’s girl, both men were so consumed with the need to come themselves, they didn’t seem to notice when Pia shuddered, her body jacking with pleasure. Pinioned between the driver’s, her muscles slackened, and she only managed to remain on all fours, due to the pressure of their hard bodies, as each raced the other to spunk inside her first.

Her mouth filled with salty liquid, only seconds before Andy’s dick exploded inside her snatch. Gulping frantically, Pia wasn’t able to catch it all, and her chin dripped with seed as Craig pulled away from her face.

The moment the men were spent, they backed off, and Pia crashed to the squashed bed, panting hard.

Owen, his shaft still stiff in his hand, rolled Pia onto her back, and showered her chest with a warm rain of come. Then he turned to his colleagues, and with a nod of dismissal, they gathered their clothes and left.

Kneeling, Owen gently wiped the sweat from Pia’s face, and cradled her in his arms, ‘You okay?’

Smiling up at him, she nodded.

‘You were amazing. Totally incredible.’

Her throat too dry to speak, Pia placed her head on his lap, and took a long deep breath, enjoying one final lungful of the scent of the cardboard bed, now improved by the lingering aroma of a fantastic double fuck.

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Hope you enjoy that little birthday present!! If you want to read more of my short stories- Cardboard is from The Best of Kay Jaybee collection!

Best of KJB

Amazon UK-  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Best-Kay-Jaybee-ebook/dp/B009YYRM3Q/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239489&sr=1-2

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Happy reading,

Kay xx

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HOT NEW COVER for Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man

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May 4  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I make no secret of the fact that of all the stories I’ve ever written, Not Her Type, is one of my favourites. So I was chuffed to bits when my publisher (1001 NightsPress) told me that it was to receive a brand new extra tasty cover!!

What do you think?

Young couple, isolated on grey background

Available right now!! You can pick up Not Her Type at all good e-retailers, including…

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345730&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+TYpe+kay+jaybee

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If you would rather have a paperback- fear not, that has been updated as well!

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

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NHT- new paperback cover 2014

If you love your kink extra hot- then Not Her Type is the read for you!!

Here are just a couple of the amazing reviews some of my readers have left about my naughty delivery man tale on Amazon…

‘Be still my beating heart. I had to read this all in one sitting. One sexy romp after another. Yum! If only I could find a man just like John. He’s TOTALLY my type.’

‘Amazing book…The story was endearing and the characters really made the imagination run wild…’

‘…I loved this erotic novel with a brilliant variety and frequency of sex scenes…Kay has explored the more kinkier side of sex, each scene exceptionally well placed and so very very hot. I found both characters totally believable and relatable particularly Jenny; although I always prefer my men rough round the edges and this book shows you why. Maybe get your boyfriends to read this book girls, give them some inspiration if they need any…’

*****

I hope you like the new look cover!!

Happy reading,

Kay xx

 

 

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Delivering an Easter Treat- Not Her Type is ONLY 77p or $1.29

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April 19  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I will let you into a secret- Not Her Type is a love story!!!

Shush…don’t tell anyone. Kay Jaybee- writing a love story!! My reputation as a producer of bondage smut will be forever dented!!

Fear not however, for throughout the c.28,000 words of this novella, S&M sits hand in glove with the underlying romantic streak. For this is a love story that neither Jenny nor John see coming- or indeed wanted- at first at least…

As a special Easter treat, 1001 Nights Press are selling the e-version of Not Her Type at the BARGAIN price of only 77p or $1.29 on Amazon!!! (buy links below)

New NHT-2013-cov

Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).

Thrown together by an unexpectedly mutual lust, it is on their third meeting, during a mid-fuck sharing of fantasies, that Jenny confesses to John that, despite their extensive differences, they have something very important in common – they both (usually), prefer women.

Jenny let out a strangled whine, as much from the sensation of being so wonderfully full as from the irritation of having to wait to hear about his dream. An accompanying moan almost simultaneously escaped from John, as she gripped her pelvic muscles around his cock, holding and releasing him over and over again until she couldn’t wait any longer. “You’ve always wanted to what?”

John grinned wickedly, but said no more as he grabbed Jenny’s waist with one hand, thrusting faster, and snaked his other hand down between her legs to massage her nub. Now it was Jenny’s turn to lose her focus. Her film courier could have told her anything at all, and she would have been totally oblivious to what he’d said, as vivid red and orange bubbles of colour burst inside her head.

Shaking with the astonishing intensity of her orgasm, Jenny held onto him tight, digging her fingers into the ink-scarred arms.

She felt the shudder of John’s body as he threw his head back and came inside her. Wiping tangled hair from Jenny’s eyes, John eased himself away from her glowing body. At last he spoke, “I’ve got this picture in my head. I simply can’t shift it.”

“A picture of…?”

“Of you, and me, and…” He paused again, as if trying to decide if he should go on.

Jenny’s pulse-rate hit epidemic proportions. What the hell could be so outlandish that he’s struggling to tell me? Does he think I’ll run a mile or throw him out the house or something? “And…?” It was increasingly difficult to keep the frustration from her voice.

He took an audibly deep breath, “Of you, and me, and another woman.”

It took all her effort not to laugh. All that hesitation for such a standard bloke’s fantasy. But rather than mock, Jenny began to visualize the scene he was suggesting. Is this something he wants us to fantasize about together? Or something he actually wants us to do for real? As she studied her new lover closely, a buzz of excitement rose within her. Is he serious?

“Well?” For the first time since she’d met John he had a trace of uncertainty in his tone, and his confident eyes dipped and failed to meet hers.

So, he is serious. Moving closer to his naked body, placing both her palms flat on his chest, Jenny whispered into his ear, “You find her and I’ll do it.”

Never would Jenny forget the stunned look on John’s face as he spluttered, “What? Really?”

“Sure,” a knot of exhilaration gathered in her chest, and Jenny trailed her fingers lower, lightly twisting the hairs on his chest together in small clumps. “Anyway, it wouldn’t exactly be my first time with a woman.”

“It wouldn’t?!”

“No honey. It wouldn’t.”

A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…

Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!

Why not treat yourself to an Easter gift that is even more tasty than a basket full of chocolate eggs for the SALE price of 77p or $1.29!!

After all- John the courier is much more delicious than any about of Cadbury’s….

Buy links…

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345730&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+TYpe+kay+jaybee

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345892&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+Type+kay+jaybee

Happy Easter everyone!!

Kay xxx

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Happy Valentines Delivery

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February 9  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Happy Valentines Week!

I’m delighted to be taking part in this years Valentines Blissekiss- a week of smutty deliciousness awaits you at a host of wonderful blogs!!

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To make sure you don’t miss a single one, click on this link http://blissekiss.co.uk and you’ll find a list of all the authors sharing their erotic words with you over Valentine’s Week.

Plus- by leaving a comment on each site as you go along, you’ll be in with the chance of winning an amazing prize!!!

The prize on offer is a LELO Ora: The World’s Most Sophisticated Oral Sex Simulator You can Experience pure oral pleasures on demand with the first ever sensual massager to offer long, seductive swirls and fast flicks alongside intense vibrations on and around the clitoris. Promising wave after wave of pleasure, ORA provides the most varied and satisfying sensual experiences you will return to again and again. Learn more about ORA

LELO-ORA-Midnight-Blue-Oral-Sex-VibratorSo enjoy the fun 😉

 

I thought I’d share a moment from my novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man

Not Her Type

When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned. 

One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?

When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…

In deference to Valentine’s Day and its romantic connections I will let you into a secret- Not Her Type is a love story. Shush…don’t tell anyone. Kay Jaybee- writing a love story!! My reputation as a producer of bondage smut will be forever dented!!

Fear not however, for throughout the c.28,000 words of this novella, S&M sits hand in glove with the underlying romantic streak. For this is a love story that neither Jenny nor John see coming- or indeed wanted- at first at least…

Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).

Here’s a tasty little extract for you…

Conveniently forgetting that she didn’t like the feel of stubble against her skin, Jenny relished the burn of his unshaven face grazing her, scraping her cheeks as their lips and teeth clashed together.

Her head buzzed, and her nipples were tickled by his chest hairs, and Jenny began to feel as if she were overdosing on desire. She badly wanted to slow everything down but, at the same time, she needed to go faster. She wasn’t far from climax, and the mere idea of their illicit situation was enough to send Jenny to the very edge of orgasm.

Recognizing how close she was, John shoved his customer’s knickers unceremoniously to her ankles. “I want to see you on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

Sinking against the carpet as instructed, Jenny’s breathing snagged as she heard the sharp rip of a condom packet being opened. Seconds later, Jenny found her courier’s thick cock sliding into her from behind. She was about to tell him how fantastically full she felt when John wiped all coherent thought from Jenny’s head by jamming his thumb up her arse.

Nuzzling his mouth against Jenny’s neck, John thrust against her, holding her hips as they frantically moved together. Trembling, Jenny’s knees began to buckle, and her elbows quaked. Seeing she was about to collapse to the floor, John eased out of her body, and flipped her onto her back, before plunging his dick inside her again. She clung onto his tattooed arms (ignoring her lifelong aversion to body art), relishing in the glorious warmth of her orgasm, as he shot his spunk into her naked body……. “How did I not see that coming? How bloody naïve have I become? Jenny wondered. Shit, I don’t even know if he’s single…It’s been so long since I had a quick fuck. Too long…Hell, now I want another one, and soon. Damn.”

Running upstairs to her bedroom, Jenny stripped off her hastily donned clothes and stared critically into the full-length mirror. “Do I look different? No, my arms are still a touch too flabby, my backside a little too big, and my skin too pale.”

She felt different though. A bit like the girl she used to be, when she’d been a student. When she’d been braver.

As Jenny carried on staring at her reflection, she allowed her hands to trace the outline of her body, a body that was already infused with the heady aftershocks of being totally seen to. Flashbacks of her past assailed her. Things she’d consigned to the back of her mind and nailed up into a little box, never to be opened again—parts of her life that she had long since given up on.

Losing all concept of time as she stood there, naked, still able to feel the mark of his fingers on her flesh, Jenny shook her head, trying to dismiss the memories that her body’s unscheduled reawakening had brought to the surface. She wondered just how many customers John had seduced with those dangerous eyes. How many other sets of fingertips had tripped lightly over the Japanese-styled characters tattooed on his muscular arms?

“Let’s face it,” she spoke sternly to her reflection, “that was just a one-off. Next week he’ll just want a quick coffee as usual.” Doing her best to pull herself together, Jenny unhooked her wrap from the back of her bedroom door. Heading to the shower, her wits were a tattered mass of contradictions—the elation she felt from the astounding sex was at odds with the very clear proclamation that was niggling at the back of her head. “Jenny honey, he just isn’t your type. He isn’t even close!”

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A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…

Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!

Why not treat yourself to a Valentines gift and find out the answers to those questions by kinking up your kindle, adding passion to your PC and down loading a dose of desire…you get the idea…

Buy links

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345730&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+TYpe+kay+jaybee

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345892&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+Type+kay+jaybee

Don’t forget to check out all the other Valentine’s Week Kisses at http://blissekiss.co.uk

Happy Valentine’s reading everyone!!

Kay xxxx

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