Christmas Courier: Wrapped

December 20  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

One of my favourite of the many Christmas scenes I’ve written appears in my sexy novella, Not Her Type: Erotica Adventures with a Delivery Man.

I thought I’d share a little of it with you today…

christmas presents

The knock at her door made her jump, and Jenny physically had to restrain herself from running to see who the caller was. So what if it’s one o’clock? It’s Christmas Eve, he isn’t working, and he won’t come. It’ll be my next door neighbor with some mince pies or something. Her pulse thudded violently in her chest as Jenny moved to the door, convinced that the hope she couldn’t prevent from rising in her chest was about to leave her disappointed.

The silhouette through the glass panel in her front door was unmistakeable.

“I was just passing.” The shine in John’s deep brown eyes told her this was a blatant lie.

A wide smile crossed her face as Jenny let him in, “I thought you might be away for Christmas or something.”

“I thought you might be too.”

A feeling of awkwardness came over Jenny. Despite everything they had done together, there was nevertheless so much they didn’t know about each other. She felt almost shy as she spoke, “I was going to text, but I didn’t want to get in the way of your life or anything.”

“Same here. I thought you might be with family.” A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny toward the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.

Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, “Last minute wrapping?”

“A few bits for the neighbour’s kids.” She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her, “My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.”

“That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.

“Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?”

Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser, before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms became pinned to her sides, and her legs were clamped together as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.

Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them…do whatever he wanted with them.

John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft, or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.

He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.

Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination, and his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.

Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland toward her.

Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric, “I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.”

Wide eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm, before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.

Mewling into the purple darkness, and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head. Then his hands came to her elbows. “You look incredible. Are you okay?”

She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.

“Good girl. You remembered not to talk,” John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, “You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.”

As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.

The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed freer, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.

“What a hot, little bad girl you are.”

Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap.

Abruptly John stopped, his weight lifted from her, and a sense of bereavement consumed her body. She had no idea how she managed not to plead for more.

The purple ribbon over her eyes became darker, and Jenny realized he must have turned the lights off. Then the chirpy Christmas tunes that had been playing in the background disappeared as the radio was clicked off. Silence filled the room. Uncertainty crept through Jenny’s mind, and a drizzle of perspiration trickled between the packaging and the back of her neck. Her ears strained to pick up a sound, but she couldn’t hear anything, not even her man’s breathing.

Time seemed to pass slowly as Jenny lay like a fallen statue, painfully aware of the friction of the saturated paper as it clung to her pussy. Every part of her body ached for a continuation of the attention it had been receiving. The ribbon against her eyes felt tighter than ever, but Jenny began to wish it was between her teeth, gagging as well as blinding her, for there was no way she could stay quiet for much longer. Clamping her jaw, Jenny was determined not to break the rules, but the more she thought, the more her resolve began to crack.



Well, I’d better let you go now- you are probably in a hurry to go and buy a few rolls of extra long gift wrap…

If you’d like to read about Jenny and John’s courier kink, or see what happened next on Christmas Eve, then you can buy Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man from-

Amazon UK-


Many Christmas and happy reading!

Kay xx

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On Fire!

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July 19  |  Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

As many of you will know, I cut my erotica teeth on writing short stories. Sadly, I don’t get to do so many these days. Every once in a while however, I get the chance to pen an erotic quickie, and I’m delighted to find one such tale in Cleis Press’s latest anthology, On Fire.


In On Fire, today’s top erotic romance authors don’t skimp on love or lust – they are entwined in tales that will make pulses pound and hearts race. Bestselling editor Rachel Kramer Bussel takes us inside the passions of couples who go above and beyond in their pursuit of sexual and romantic satisfaction, exploring the racy to the outrageous during their many arousing adventures. You’ll treasure the sex toy exploration in “Every Second of It,” find paranormal pleasure in “Masquerade,” and be transported to “A Place As Beautiful As This.” You’ll go “Beyond the Blindfold,” find out what lurks in the “Art of Darkness,” and delight in discovering “The Sweetest Thing.” These steamy stories by Kristina Wright, Delilah Devlin, Giselle Renarde, Kay Jaybee, Victoria Blisse, Jade A. Waters and others are perfect intimate reads to enjoy with your lover or for your own pleasure.


My story, The Arrangement, sits nicely next to one from my lovely friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Victoria Blisse!!

Look at these beauties! My paperbacks copies arrived from the States this morning.

If you’d like to read On Fire– and I recommend you do- then it is already out on Kindle, and can be pre-ordered as a paperback from all good book retailers.

Amazon US- 

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Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

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Being Out There: Expecting Flaming Torches, But Getting Hugs…

July 16  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

I walked into one of my local shops today, a massive establishment that sells pretty much everything and anything you could possibly want (in my case, a roll of freezer bags). As I walked along the aisle I was stopped by one of the assistants, who I know a little because she used to run a coffee shop. She had seen one of the many newspaper articles that have appeared down here in Devon, featuring my ETO Best Erotic Writer win.

WMN 2015- ETO win

I braced myself- I have been convinced that eventually someone was going to tell me they  disapprove of what I do- would this be the day?


Far from it in fact. Her congratulations were heartfelt and geniune. Floating on the kindness of her words, I thanked her heartily and proceeded to the till at the other end of the shop.

No sooner had I put the bags on the counter so I could fish my purse from the dangerous depths of my handbag, when I was surrounded by shop assistants all wanting to hear about my ‘Mummy Porn.’ Before I’d left the shop I’d been relieved of all the business cards I had about my person, and many a plea to keep writing, and I quote, “Mummy porn that is a good story rather than that daft Grey stuff.”

I left without commenting on that, but thanked them, and feeling good, began to walk home. As I walked, I got to thinking. I’d been so nervous about going public about the award. Everyone locally knows about my Jenny Kane side- but then romance writing and children’s picture books are hardly controversial- but erotica…Rightly or wrongly its writers are judged, and I had nightmares about the locals all arriving in a mass on my front lawn with pitchforks and flaming torches to hand.

Flaming torch

The reality has been 100% the opposite. People range from being fascinated by it, thrilled for me, and – and this is the clincher- they are more pleased that I beat E L James than about the real reason for the win.

I’m under no illusions here. If James hadn’t been in the nomination line up to win the Best Erotica Writer then ..

a) The newspapers, radio etc wouldn’t have been interested in my story.

b) I wouldn’t have taken the plunge and ‘come out’ locally, so I could take advantage of the marketing possibilities because James was in the line up.

c) The positive publicity for my work wouldn’t have been the same if I’d been up against a line up made up purely of erotica writers- because very few people have ever heard of the good ones.

There are so many brilliant erotica writers out there- you won’t have heard of them if you don’t read the genre- but through brilliant marketing, everyone has heard of James, which made my win even more special to me.

ETO Awards trophy and champ 2015

So, thank you my lovely townsfolk. Your support has been so kind.

And- it has to be said- thank you to Ms E L James- if you hadn’t been in the line up, I’d never have got so much kudos for my win. Funny how life turns out isn’t it!

Happy reading,

Kay x

(For my thoughts on the difference between hot romance, and why it should not be labelled erotica, see my blog on Jilly Boyd’s brilliant web site –


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