Grab a Quickie

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February 22  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I have always loved a quickie!! Who doesn’t?

Three such mini, kink packed, stories are available now.



She loves that no one but Connor really knows her. That she is just an ordinary middle class thirty-something woman in baggy jeans and a t-shirt, pushing her trolley around the supermarket like everyone else, sitting in her office typing up letters, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn… right up until she gets a call telling her it’s time to be bad.

When Connor tells her how ‘bad’ he wants her to be that evening, she’s filled with doubts – is she really up for letting him watch her have sex with another woman for the first time?

Who is she kidding? Of course she is! She is Connor’s bad girl – and she knows it…

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After the Massage


Lee can hardly believe his ears when his girlfriend Jess rings him at work to tell him that she has just had sex with her masseuse Ali. When Jess goes on to tell him that Ali has agreed to help them live out Lee’s ultimate fantasy – to watch his girlfriend with another woman – he is speechless. All they have to do in return is to help her carry out her own fantasy. So, if Lee wants to see Jess with a woman, he’s going to have make space for them in the back of his van…

Available from (FREE to Kindle Unlimited members): Amazon UK | Amazon US 


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Working late into the night, dedicated veterinary nurses Jo and Louise have made sure all the creatures in their care are safely bedded down for the night – and now it’s time for a little puppy play of their own. Yielding to her girlfriend’s delicious dominance, Louise is about to discover what life is like on the other end of a lead…

Available from (FREE to Kindle Unlimited members): Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Happy Reading!

Kay xx

(Please note these short stories have previously appeared in three different Cleis Press anthologies)

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Tasty Taster: Equipment

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February 16  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Over the years I’ve written over 150 short erotic stories for a vast array of different mixed author anthologies. Three of my kinkiest tales can be found in my mini- e-anthology, Equipment…



To his lust driven delight, Lee Cooper’s opinion that his girlfriend simply doesn’t have the Equipment to take control in the bedroom is quickly and deliciously.

Meanwhile, Kim is sick of her gorgeous neighbour Jack bringing home a non-stop string of unsuitable women to screw, while completely failing to notice the girl right under his nose. Taking extreme measures she sets out to prove she is more than just The Girl Next Door.

Mark’s girlfriend is Searching For Her– the perfect woman to make her lover’s dreams come true. A quest which leads her into the path of more than one willing young lady…


Here’s an little snippet from Equipment to whet the appetite…

The moment I saw his naked arse, I knew that I wanted to fuck it, and I told him so. It was the first time I’d seen Lee Cooper unsure of himself. For a split second a veil of uncertainty, possibly even fear, had crossed his generally ultra-confident square features. It didn’t last though, and he was soon shrugging my statement off with a lad-ish laugh, ‘you ain’t got the equipment baby,’ as he eased his solid cock into my willing body.

I started working part-time at the garage, where Lee is employed as a mechanic, three months ago. The first thing he said to me, as his clear brown eyes appraised my slight frame and red plaited hair was, ‘I’m looking forward to pulling on those pigtails honey.’ From anybody else I wouldn’t have taken a comment like that, but somehow from Lee it was okay. He exuded a sort of sexual confidence, and the instant and silent knowledge that eventually we would fuck radiated from his every pore. It would have been foolish of me to deny that unspoken understanding, and I privately looked forward to the day I’d discover if the tattoos that adorned his muscular arms, extended to his chest and down his legs.

That was three flirtatious months ago, and it had been fun letting the erotic tension build between us, getting more intense as the weeks of inaction ticked by, but finally, Lee’s resolve had broken. He told me, as he hammered an impatient fist on my front door during his lunch hour, that he’d been changing the oil in a beat-up old motorcar, when he’d realised he couldn’t hold on another moment.

After the glorious frisson of the wait, there was always the risk that the reality wouldn’t live up to the expectation. I hadn’t been disappointed however, far from it.

I smiled to myself as Lee dragged his grubby boiler suit back on, and disappeared down my garden path at a run. His words echoed in my head, “You ain’t got the equipment baby.” A wicked twinkle began to shine in my eyes at the prospect of what lay ahead for the unsuspecting mechanic, and speaking across the empty room, I said, ‘Well actually Mr Lee Cooper, I have all the equipment we could possibly need…’

The thought of his tight arse, of claiming it as my own, of taking control of Lee for a while, and perhaps robbing him of a portion of his macho-attitude, grew within me, and I began to lay plans for the temporary domination of this alpha-male.

On Lee’s next visit, predictably the following lunchtime, I embarked on a mission to both enjoy myself, and to lull him into a false sense of security, neither mentioning how delicious I found his backside, nor my eventual intentions for it. As his calloused hands made their way over my naked chest, pinching my nipples with exquisitely painful squeezes, I groaned with genuine pleasure. Stroking the beautifully toned body that pushed against mine, I relished the sight of the tanned multi-tattooed chest I’d so recently discovered.

It was on Lee’s fourth visit that I kept my hands exclusively on his backside. Patting it gently, smoothing it, and caressing it, in a totally non-threatening way, as my new lover pumped himself swiftly in and out of me.

On the fifth visit Lee announced he’d had a dream about tying me up. His face, when I told him that he could do just that, was a picture. I’m not sure if he was more turned on by the fact he could do anything he liked to me, while my hands were secured behind my naked back, or by the feeling of power my helplessness gave him. I suspect the latter. As Lee’s warm tongue explored my stomach, and ducked skilfully between my spread legs, I wallowed submissively in the blissful feelings that engulfed me.

During visit number six, a rare after work encounter, while Lee was both fucking and smacking my arse with stingingly wonderful efficiency, the last few parts of my plan fell into place, and I knew that my need to take his firm neat backside was reaching the point of obsession.

A little over two weeks after Lee had first turned up on my doorstep, I decided the time had come to act. Laying out my sex toys in a neat row near my pillow, I hid them from view with my duvet. Removing the clutter of clothes from the battered old armchair I keep in the corner of my bedroom, I adjusted its position so that it was at the foot of the bed. Then I took off my regular jeans and t-shirt, and put on my tight black Lycra bodice and matching knickers. The caress of the clinging material against my flesh was enough to increase my pulse-rate, and boot-up the arousal I had been so carefully keeping in check.

Lee’s distinctive knock on the door came at almost exactly seven o’clock as we’d arranged. I smiled quietly to myself at his promptness and, wrapping myself in a black silk robe, descended the stairs to collect my unwitting victim.

‘Wow babe,’ his appreciative eyes ran over my robed frame, ‘like the silk.’ He reached forward, and I allowed Lee to engulf me briefly in his arms, his stubble scratching my cheeks as his mouth came to mine. Then, I broke away from his magnetic warmth, holding him at arms length.

‘You like what you see?’ I grinned at Lee, my green eyes reflecting into his brown ones, ‘you want to see more?’…


If you’d like to find out what happens to Lee next, you can buy Equipment from all good e-retailers- including…

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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Delivering Romance with Not Her Type

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February 14  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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!!

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Happy reading everyone!!

Kay xxx

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KJB’s Tip Time: Fantasy St. Valentine’s Day Card

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February 12  |  eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

valentines card

Remember when you used to make home made valentines for your school-mates and friends? Well, this is the same idea, but all grown up! Make your lover a card featuring your hidden fantasy!

If you feel self conscious about writing your fantasy down, then make it silly. Perhaps write a poem about your fantasy, such as, “One potato, two potato, three potato, four, I want to have sex with you against the pantry door.”

Happy Valentines!!

Kay x

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

(PPS- Don’t forget to buy a sexy book to read together…check out Making Him Wait and The Fifth Floor)

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Tied to the Kitchen Sink- BDSM Romance

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February 6  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

A big thank you to start with- to everyone who has purchased the new and updated copy of Making Him Wait. I’ve been overwhelmed by your kind words about my high kink and art novel.

If you enjoyed my long BDSM romance then I suspect you might like this collection of short tales- 3 quickie BDSM romance stories to warm a chilly evening.

Tied to the Kitchen Sink.

Tied to the Kitchen Sink

BLURB- Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen sinks’ taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s layer, by the tempting lyrics of a truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishists supply cupboard, the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sinks’ kinky S&M and BDSM action, find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.

One of the elements of writing erotica that I enjoy the most is to take random mundane things, such as hairbrushes, books, chairs, or cardboard boxes, and give them far more interesting uses than the one they were designed for. With the three short stories tucked within the e-pages of my anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink, I had particular fun playing with this idea.

The use of a kitchen sink in the first (and title) story is far more interesting than just for washing up in! And in the final story, The Bad Poet, the implications hidden within a poorly written poem are played out over a small table and a bed that holds far more than sheets, pillows and a duvet!

It was with the middle story, Becky, which takes place in a very unusual office, where even the most minor mistake is punished by the BDSM obsessed boss and his secretary, Miss Harriet, that I had the most fun. Not only did I completely corrupt the use of blotting paper (no, I’m not going to tell you how!), but I totally rethought the type of items that might be found in an office stationery cupboard…

…It is an unusual cupboard. From floor to ceiling in height, it has an increased depth hidden behind its grey metal doors. The shelves that surrounded the walls are set well back so that at least two people could occupy the remaining space with the doors closed. On every shelf there was a collection of instruments; canes, whips, paddles, nipple clamps. There was all the necessary material to keep a correction freak going for years; ribbons, ropes, cuffs, chains, gags. The more you looked the more your heart froze and your eyes widened. Becky looked. Her face revealed nothing.

Miss Harriet had silently come out of her office. Without a word she stood behind Becky and helped her off with her remaining clothes. She was so beautiful. I realised I hadn’t really looked at Becky properly before. I already wanted to touch; I began to imagine her beating my breasts with a short stick, before soothing them with her tongue.

I came back to reality. Such feelings must not be displayed here. Becky was now just inside the cupboard doors, facing her audience. She seemed to shine. How had she got to this point so quickly? It had taken me many beatings before I had learnt to enjoy it, and even after nearly eighteen months I could never be so open about it. I still have the shame. Maybe I need it.

Becky stared through us as she looked straight ahead. Miss Harriet had taken one of her slim wrists and was tying it to a conveniently placed hook on one of the shelves with a silk cord. Then the other wrist was secured, then the ankles, and finally, a thin silver collar was snapped securely around her neck, its long leather lead dangling provocatively between her breasts.

Miss Harriet stepped out of the cupboard and looked to her boss for approval. He nodded. I could clearly see, when I dared to glance, that his dick was straining against his suit trousers. They shut the doors of the cupboard and we all heard Becky gasp. She had expected pain, arousal. They had given her nothing…


If you fancy discovering what that blotting paper was used for, just how awful my poetry can be, and exactly how the kitchen sink was misused, you can buy Tied to the Kitchen Sink at Amazon UK,, and all good e-retailers.

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Happy reading!

Kay xx




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