Wicked Warriors Halloween Blog Hop

Welcome to the Wicked Warriors Halloween Hop, it's great to see you here. I hope you're feeling frisky and in the mood for some sexy chatter, because boy, are you gonna get some! Not only that there's a grandPrize of  1 Kindle Paperwhite and 5 autographed copies of Unbound... so there will be 6 winners! YAY!

I love to hang out on When One Is Not Enough and posted this blog about female ejaculation well over a year ago. I decided to air it again today - and would like to apologise profusely to those of you who have already read it - but I was sure you'd all enjoy it and have some great thoughts and comments to add.

The blog stemmed from reading a very lovely story about a couple finding one another again sexually after the birth of their child. During the grand finale the heroine has a mind-blowing orgasm over the bonnet of a car and she ejaculates, completely soaking his shirt. It took me by surprise, this incident, I don’t know why particularly, it’s not that I haven’t heard of female ejaculation before, but it made me realize that I know very little about it. It’s not often written into erotic romance and certainly not talked about amongst my group of girlfriends, so I thought I’d do a little delving for the facts, here goes…

This is what Wikipedia says - Female ejaculation (commonly known as gushing, cumming or squirting) refers to the expulsion of noticeable amounts of clear fluid by human females from the paraurethral ducts through and around the urethra during or before an orgasm. The exact source and nature of the fluid continues to be a topic of debate among medical professionals and is related to doubts over the existence of the G-Spot.

Physiology is all very well (and for the record, G-spot not exists, huhum, was this written by a man who can’t find it?), but I wanted juicier details than that. So I delved a bit more, discovered that females have a prostate gland located between the urethra and the vaginal wall, in the exact place as the G-spot, hey that ‘is’ the G-spot and Mmm, so that’s what feels so damn good! I also discovered that female ejaculate is near the exact chemical construction as prostatic fluid, obviously minus sperm, it is definitely not pee!

Looking at discussions on the net I noticed that men are often very proud when they are the catalyst for a "squirt" orgasm in their partner. This is because it takes a certain touch to procure these special ejaculatory functions. A female orgasm may be totally separate to her ejaculating -- they are not necessarily one and the same, and can be experienced at different times. A woman may have always been able to do it, but other women may deliberately learn how to do it, either on their own or with a partner.

Check out these hot tips I found in a men’s magazine, I was completely fascinated reading them and wondered how many men actually have taken on the serious mission of making it happen “What are we doing this weekend, darling? Shopping, a movie?” “No, brace yourself baby, I’m going to make you ejaculate.”

Okay, here goes –

If you want to get a squirt out of your lover, you will need to know the precise method. Here's how to achieve the elusive female ejaculation:

Important note: Not every woman can easily ejaculate, so don’t be disheartened if it doesn’t work as you expect. In saying this, every woman has the biological anatomy to ejaculate -- so it is possible, in theory. It may be more difficult for some because of her physical makeup: weak pelvic floor muscles, inability to properly relax, etc. It takes practice to perfect this trick and learn how to relax properly and go with the flow, so to speak. It is also not a bad idea for your girl to practice this on her own -- then she can get the gist of it without feeling shy about the whole pee thing.

Before You Start

She needs to empty her bladder before you start so she can rest assured anything that happens won’t be urine.

Step 1

Turn Her On

Do this how you will, but make sure that every cell in her body is hot. It is important that she is very turned on, or this probably won’t work.

Step 2

Find Her G-Spot

You can do this by feeling the front inside wall of her vagina with a lubed finger or two, about one finger length up. The G-spot has a different texture from the rest of the vaginal muscles, and may feel rough or raised. It is easier to feel when she is aroused because it swells with fluid and blood.

Female ejaculation can be exhilarating for you both. Focus on the front wall of the vagina, and explore it with lubed fingers. Push on her G-spot and see how it feels to her. It may feel like she needs to urinate when you push on it, but as long as her bladder is empty, she can rest assured that this won’t happen, and that what she is feeling is normal -- go with it, don’t try to stop it.

Step 4

Introduce A Toy Or Keep Using Fingers

The next step is to try to induce the female ejaculation. This consists of keeping her aroused, and firmly stimulating her G-spot with either your fingers or a firm toy with a curved end, whatever she prefers, until she feels like she is ready. You can use your penis, but it's probably a good idea to practice where you can a) see and feel precisely what you are doing and; b) use something direct and firm to keep the pressure even, and you and her both in control.

She will probably feel the desire to urinate, but if she keeps this feeling alive and keeps going, it will eventually turn into a very intense sexual feeling. Once she's at this point, she is ready to ejaculate. Whatever happens, she needs to keep herself open and relaxed and let it flow. It may help her to push with her PC muscles (pelvic floor) if she feels it coming on but nothing seems to be happening -- this will push it out. Keep stimulating her, and keep communicating about how it feels.

Step 5

During Female Ejaculation

Once she starts to ejaculate, a clear fluid will squirt or sprinkle out of her urethra. It can be quite a lot (about ¼ cup sometimes), so it may be a good idea to keep a towel handy, or put one underneath her if this is a concern. If mess is a real bother, try doing it in the bathroom or prepare your surface properly.

Spray On

Love it or hate it, after all this experimenting you both would have learned a lot. Female ejaculation is not the easiest thing in the world to achieve, but once the pee phobia has been averted it can be a very enjoyable experience. It may not be something you want to do regularly, but may be put in the "special occasion" treasure chest.

Of course the internet is a wonderful thing whenever something has gotten you curious, especially it seems, with anything sexual in nature. During my investigation I came across several videos, ranging from very serious looking professors pointing probes at diagrams to close-up shots of women ejaculating, and I have to say, there was a good cupful of fluid there.

Getting information from the male point of view was all very well, but I wanted a female take on the whole thing too and I came across this personal account of a woman’s experience of ejaculating.

When I first heard about female ejaculation, I thought it was a bullshit myth invented by women who accidentally pee during sex, and one supported by fetishists who wanted to believe in it — until it happened to me. I was 25 and had been having sex for about 8 years (not consistently, I should say). I have no idea why my body chose that moment — in the middle of a reverse cowgirl with some dude I'd just met a few hours before — to bust out its new parlor trick; in fact, there were a lot of things that confused me about what happened, like, "Where did that fluid come from and what is it? Is there something wrong with me? How did this happen? And why did it feel good?"

So here's the story: I met a dude who was visiting from Ireland at a bar. We went back to the place he was staying, and pretty much started having sex right away. I was on top of him — my back to his face — for a few minutes, rubbing myself with my fingers when I started to orgasm. I started to contract really hard and then all of a sudden, I felt all this fluid rushing out of me. It were as though his dick were a pin and popped a water balloon resting on the front wall of my vagina. At first I was gripped with fear, and thought I'd ruptured some sort of cyst. But there was no pain at all.

Then I could hear the guy behind me start laughing through his moans, adding, "Alright! I didn't know you were one of those." Obviously, neither had I.

In the years since, squirting has become a part of my sex life, although there is no predictability to it. I can't squirt on command, although there are better chances of it happening if some kind of penetration is going on. Sometimes the stuff squirts out in a split stream, sometimes it gushes wildly, sometimes it just falls out, and one time, when a dude was finger-banging me, it shot up in the air, and arched. The amount of fluid expelled also varies widely. Sometimes it's about a tablespoon or two, sometimes it can be up to a cup or two. It's actually a pain in the ass because it's just a big mess.

Female ejaculation is definitely real, although some discussions I came across were dubious about the fetish porno movies, claiming that to be pee, although if it happens to you it would be easy to tell, not just by the smell but like semen, female ejaculate would dry white on the sheet.  Also, it should be said, that no one should feel less sexually accomplished if it ‘never’ happens to them. But perhaps as women get older, become more in tune with their bodies it is something they can work on, certainly I have way better orgasms in my thirties compared to my late teens and early twenties. There’s something to be said for knowing your body and having lived in your skin a while.

If you want to find out more click here to watch a video given by three female sex experts. It’s much less ‘professory’ than some of the others I came across.

I hope this blog has been interesting, it has been for me to write.  Have a wonderful day and do drop me a comment on your thoughts and/or experiences on female ejaculation. Leave your email address and I'll pick a winner at random to receive a copy of The Novice the first book in my Sexy as Hell Trilogy written with Natalie Dae.

The Novice pushes boundaries, as do the other books in the series, The Player and The Vixen. The 5* reviews pouring in are proof indeed that this is the kind of raunchy story erotic romance and erotica readers are really after. Please note though, it's a trilogy and to experience the entire journey Victor and Zara travel on, all three books should be read in order. You might also notice that the first book is on occasion listed as The Virgin - this title change to The Novice happened only last week after a dispute with Amazon, seems they didn't like our title...

Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

Lily x

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Special Guest - Jennifer Denys

Please welcome Jennifer Denys to my blog today with her new release Retraining the Dom a sequel to Retraining the Sub in The Battle of Wills Series.

Hi Lily - Retraining the Dom’ is the sequel to the hugely successful ‘Retraining the Sub’ which came out a year ago and is set in the same club who have training programmes. While the first looked at a sub who had to be retrained because she misused her safe word and the only person prepared to take her on was the man she jilted at the altar and therefore he had his own agenda, this one is about a Dom who needs retraining, only who retrains a Dom…….?

Main characters:

Trey - 40s, Dom, dark, strong, needs retraining, abusive past/

Olivia- 50s, Domme with submissive streak, tall, voluptuous, phoenix tattoo

Synopsis: 

Trey has to go on Club Allure's Retraining programme, but he is too strong a Dom to be controlled by another Dom. Olivia is a mature, experienced Domme hiding a submissive streak. Can she tame Mr Control himself or will she be tamed instead?

What's Hot?: Double penetration in a hot tub

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/jennifer-denys/ 

Author Bio: 

Jennifer Denys is a multi-published author of BDSM, sci-fi, paranormal stories and romantic comedies with more than one publisher. 

An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city in England with her pet rabbit who is thoroughly spoiled and is the dominant one in her household... 

She posts to her blog three times a week to keep readers up-to-date on forthcoming books and writing in general. Do email Jennifer she would love to hear from fans. Jennifer.denys@yahoo.com

Author website: 

http://jennifer-denys.blogspot.com/

Excerpt:

The sound of a voice penetrated his daydream. It was Olivia repeating her question. “Sorry.” Sean explained further at her questioning look. “Didn’t you hear about the incident the other night?” Olivia shook her head. “Trey totally lost it. He was punishing his sub and went hell for leather at her, swearing, calling her all sorts of names. We had to pull him off before he did permanent physical damage.”

“Ker-rist!” Olivia was clearly shocked. She rarely swore, and then only when she was riled.

“Respect works both ways. Yes, a sub has to respect her Dom, but he has to return it. That’s the problem with Trey. He doesn’t care about his subs, neither their physical well-being nor their emotional.”

“Good luck telling him this.” Olivia’s misgiving was obvious.

Sean harrumphed and shifted in his seat trying to ease the tension in his shoulders.

Olivia frowned. “What are the options if he doesn’t go through with the Program?” She answered her own question. “I guess he has to leave, and that will affect his reputation in the community, so no-one will want to sub with him again, if another club will let him in, that is.”

Shrugging in response, Sean turned to glance at the object of their discussion, who was having a debate with one of the Club’s Monitors tasked with keeping an eye on the recalcitrant Dom that evening. Sean sighed.

“That’s the crux of it. He could advertise for a sub, but chances are any reputable sites won’t take his advert. Of course, there are the less-than-desirable sites. I worry that he’ll take a sub on privately and get carried away with no-one around to stop him. At least here we can keep an eye on him.”

Leaning back against the counter of the bar, Olivia replaced a clip to restrain a wayward curl. She always kept her long, dark hair tied back neatly giving her a severe look. “How about a warning to see if that will curb his excesses?”

“Done that.”

“Hmm.” She made a face. “Well, I know the air would turn blue if you tried putting a Master in charge of Trey’s retraining, if not murder committed on the premises.” She laughed at the image she had conjured up.

“Yup. Try telling me something new. Or even better come up with a solution.” Sean could hear the desperation in his own voice.

Olivia was silent for a few moments as she seemed to think through the dilemma. “Okay, how about teaming him with someone physically strong enough that he will think twice, like Mike?” A wrestler by profession, Mike was built like a brick wall.

“I asked. He won’t do it. And I agree. They’d just kill each other.”

A few more seconds went by, and then she said, “Here’s another idea. How about a using female, one of the Mistresses, but a resilient one? One he can’t dominate even if she is a Dominatrix. It’s more subtle than using a Dom.”

Sean stared at Olivia in astonishment. She wasn’t looking at him, but he knew that was exactly what he needed. “That is absolutely brilliant! And I’ve got just the person in mind.”

She swiveled her head around to look at him. “Who?”

He grinned at her. “So what are you doing at this moment?”

Out Now - Sexy as Hell Spin-Off Stories

Yes, that's right. Natalie and I enjoyed writing our Sexy as Hell Trilogy so much we've written three short stories about the secondary characters. They're out now and they're wild, raunchy and like the series push all the boundaries!

The Harlequin

Marti, who features in The Harlequin, is in book #1 of the trilogy, The Novice. Because of his unusual lifestyle, flamboyant appearance and daring act at Eden Street, Marti really deserved his own book, not least because in part he was responsible for Victor (the hero in The Novice) finding his own inner beast and releasing his animalistic passion on a very delighted Zara. 

Marti shares his life with Joel, the only man who has accepted Marti for exactly who he is—a guy with male and female parts. Although they are in love, they do like to dabble in threesomes from time to time. When Marti’s snake, Rio, becomes ill, a visit to the vet gives them more than just antibiotics for the snake… 

Please note it is M/M/M and dabbles with medical fetish.

Amazon  Amazon UK

The Mistress

Fifi and Carlos, who feature in The Mistress, are both in books #1 and #2 of the trilogy. Carlos plays a larger role than Fifi as Zara’s slave. For a giant of a man he is surprisingly gentle and submissive and is understandably lost when Zara finds Victor to ‘play’ with. It was decided, therefore, to give Carlos his own story with the slightly scary Fifi and see how things worked out for them. 

Is Fifi’s bark worse than her bite, or is it all a show? Fifi has wanted to be Carlos’ Mistress for a long time, but he was bound to Zara, their boss. Now, with Carlos set free, Fifi has stepped in to fill Zara’s shoes. But surely Fifi wants more than Carlos can possibly give. Has she got the courage to ask him to be her slave 24/7? And, more importantly, does he even want her as his full-time Mistress? 

Amazon  Amazon UK

The Star

Julie, who features in The Star, is in book #1 of the Sexy as Hell Trilogy. Although she doesn’t have a major role she does have a major impact on Victor and how he perceives people living the BDSM lifestyle. It was judged, therefore, only fair that Julie have her chance at happiness and The Star was born. 

Julie just wants someone to love her as she needs to be loved, to whip her as she needs to be whipped. No man so far has had the bottle to dole out pain to the degree she likes it—until The Star comes into her life. 

Amazon  Amazon UK

Find out more about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy on the Harlem Dae website - the first book, The Novice is available at a bargain price for a limited period of time.

To Submit and Obey Box Set now at All Romance eBooks!

Now available on All Romance eBooks - To Submit and Obey Box Set which includes the critically acclaimed That Filthy Book by myself and Natalie Dae, plus novels from Sierra Cartwright, Justine Elyot, Marie Haynes and Ashe Barker!

The Retreat by Kay Jaybee

Please welcome my good pal, fellow Brit Babe and all round amazing woman Kay Jaybee to my blog today. The second book in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy is now out and oh, what a treat... take it away Kay...

The Retreat – The Adventures of Miss Jess Sanders Continue!!

Huge thanks to Lily for inviting me over today to chatter a little about The Retreat, the second book in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!

Carrying on 6 months from where Part One (The Perfect Submissive) left off, we find that life for Miss Jess Sanders is about to get even more complicated...

Blurb

Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem. 

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive... 

Introducing Alisha, Dr Ewen, and the daunting Lady Tia, The Retreat takes Jess on a submissive adventure tangled with fairytale connotations, a trip to a Scottish castle, and challenges that make Jess look back fondly at the tasks she faced during her initial training at the Fables Hotel!

One of the elements of Jess’s early initiation into the world of a professional submissive came at the hands of Mr David Proctor- a gentleman who Jess intends to stay as far away from as possible.

Unfortunately for Jess, Proctor has plans of his own- and she is going to find it very difficult to escape from them...

Extract

...‘Good afternoon. Thank you all for coming. I will keep this brief.’ Mrs Peters' shrewd eyes appraised her newest recruit as she spoke, privately pleased at Jess’s ever improving self control, but wise enough not to tell her so. ‘There is no reason to look so worried Miss Sanders. Your beautiful backside is quite safe for the moment. If you could rise, and then sit upon the desk.’ 

Getting up fast enough to be seen as obeying instantly, but not so fast as to make herself dizzy, Jess rose to her feet, and then climbed on top the same antique desk just as Mrs Peters was impatiently indicating. 

Sitting crossed legged in the very centre of its blotting paper covered surface, so that she could see her boss, but none of the other staff behind her, Jess felt a sense of disappointment that the spanking she had assumed must follow, was obviously not going to take place- at least, not yet.

‘I have some news which requires the co-operation of you all.’ Mrs Peters didn’t move a muscle, and yet Jess knew she was simultaneously looking at every person in the room. ‘Miss Sanders here has, as ever, assumed her summoning here is because she’s made a transgression which requires a punishment. In this instance, I am pleased to inform you, that the complete opposite is true.’

Jess did her best to keep her facial expression blank as she wondered how Mrs Peters always knew what was on her mind, but her eyes betrayed her.

‘I’m not sure if that’s relief or disappointment in those forever dilated eyes of yours Miss Sanders.’

Not daring to turn round to see the expressions on her colleagues faces, Jess kept quiet, the dampening of her knickers after being made to wait for something that wasn’t going t happen mutely answering Mrs Peters question for her.

Gathering her thick russet hair up into a high ponytail, the manageress began to walk with enviable poise around the historically accurate room, the skirt of her long velvet dress rustling as she moved, ‘I believe you have all, in one capacity or another, had the pleasure of entertaining one of our most regular guests, Mr David Proctor.’

The submissive’s throat went dry. All of the visitors to the fifth floor were demanding, especially of her, but David Proctor was the only one that Jess disliked to the point of dread. This dislike wasn’t because his tastes were harsh, or that the demands he made on Jess were more painful or more humiliating than those of the others. He was simply cruel for the sake of it. Jess was as sure as she could be that Miss Sarah and Lee didn’t like him much either; but they would never have admitted it, and it wasn’t Jess’s place to ask.

‘David, as is obvious from the amount of money he spends here, is a very wealthy business man. And,’ Mrs Peters paused, and for the briefest second Jess thought perhaps her boss didn’t completely approve of what she was about to announce, before her innate self control took over, ‘he has decided to embark upon a new venture. An investment.’ 

Foreboding spread over Jess like a tidal wave. Sat, her lower limbs beginning to numb from her cross-legged position, she could feel prickles of nervous perspiration dot the back of her neck. Nothing that involved David Proctor could be good news.

A hush had fallen on the study. It had been quiet anyway. Not even Miss Sarah would have the nerve to stop Laura Peters in mid-announcement. However, the calibre of the communal listening had gone from being merely wary to tangibly tense. Jess could almost taste the apprehension as it bounced off the study walls. She wished it didn’t turn her on quite so much.

Mrs Peters swept back to Jess, her right palm absentmindedly stroking her sub’s chest through her top as she continued her announcement, ‘This investment involves the purchase of a business premises where, like here on the Fifth Floor, fantasies can be enjoyed without fear of judgement, or the need for personal justification. In short David is looking to recreate exactly what we do here.

As her piercing eyes levelled on the run of her hands across Jess’s thin blouse, Mrs Peters added, ‘an idea which obviously appeals to you Miss Sanders, if the peeked state of you nipples is anything to go by.’

Jess’s checks flushed. Her bra was only a cheap cotton material, and her generous chest, the feature which beyond her natural deference, had first attracted her to Mrs Peters attention, was pushing against the fabric it and her shirt with no regard for the consequences to the rest of Jess’s body.

‘Take you top off girl.’

Even after six months working for her, Jess couldn’t prevent her hands from shaking as she did as she was told, her imagination already skipping ahead to what might happen next.

Satisfied with the sight of Jess’s semi-nakedness, Mrs Peters added, ‘I think you’d better put your hands on her head girl. It will make it less tempting for you to let your fingers stray without permission.’

Feeling only a glimmer of humiliation, rather than the full-on shame that would have engulfed her in the early days of her training, Jess obeyed. Cursing her overactive imagination, which had jumped ahead to the part in the proceeding when Mrs Peters ordered one of the men to fuck her, she wished that she’d been instructed to take her panties off as well. They were so wet that they were sticking to her crotch, making it increasingly difficult not to squirm as she sat in her yoga-type pose.

Having adjusted Jess into an agreeably visual position, Laura now paid little heed to her submissive as she went on, ‘You will appreciate I hope, that we should be extremely flattered here at Fables. Not only is our work considered worthy of imitation, but David has asked for our express assistance in the improvement of his new establishment.’

The temperature of the study was so warm it had been bordering on stuffy, but suddenly goose-pimples of cold began to spot Jess’s naked arms. Whatever her boss was about to say, Jess was sure she didn’t want to hear it. Concentrating on keeping her arms still, her fingernails dug into her scalp. 

Not for the first time, Jess was grateful for all the exercise sessions Miss Sarah had forced her to endure. Put through her paces, naked, often with a love-ball or butt plug in place, every single one had seemed like pure torture at first. In more recent times, these fitness sessions had taken on a more personal dimension, as she and Miss Sarah frequently ended them in a bout of mutual pleasure which Miss Sarah claimed provided them both with an excellent way of releasing the tensions of the day, but which Jess found herself looking forward to far more than she would dare to admit- even it herself. These exercises had however, taught Jess a great amount of self discipline, and how to be motionless for long periods of time. 

Don’t think about Miss Sarah. Jess tried desperately not to picture the woman who sat in the chair behind her with a perfect view of her bare back. Jess had no doubt that her composure would be as unmoved as ever, but she couldn’t help wondering how aroused the mistress was under her layers of corsetry.

Jess forced her concentration back to what Mrs Peters was saying, ‘The location of this new resort is, so far, a secret, but in order to ensure the calibre of his staff is as, and I am proud to quote Mr Proctor here, “as excellent, obedient, and inventive as those of the Fables Fifth Floor.” He has requested that we loan him two members of staff to help train his fledging team.’

If the atmosphere had been tense before, it was positively bristling with static now. No one moved. Jess wasn’t sure anyone was even breathing. One silent thought seemed to occupy the entire room. ‘Please don’t let one of them be me.’...

****

Thanks again Lily!!!  I hope that has tickled your kink buds!!

If you would like to buy The Retreat, it is available from-

Amazon.com 

Amazon UK

Kay Jaybee wrote the novels The Retreat – Part 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2013), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found on her website.

You can follow Kay on Twitter- @kay_jaybee, 

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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane

Blisse Kiss in the Dark - Joy Ride

A big, juicy welcome to Blisse Kiss After Dark. This week we're getting in the Halloween mood by having hot kisses in the dark, so here's an excerpt from my newly released Joy Ride, part of the Spice Rack series at Ellora's Cave.

When word gets out about the Spice Rack, a new adult novelty item that’s guaranteed to spice up your love life, retailers can barely keep them on the shelves. Each jar holds a suggestion on how to add some zip in the bedroom. Or the kitchen. Or wherever passion strikes. Couples everywhere clamor to get their hands on a rack and see what happens. Whether they try one jar or try them all, one thing’s for sure—with the Spice Rack around, sex will never be bland again.

You can learn more about this sinfully brilliant series on my dedicated webpage as well as find out how to make your own spice rack to warm up your nights!

Blurb

Kimberly is desperate—muffling gasps of pleasure under the covers is just not doing it for her. She loves and desires her husband, but she needs more.

Could the Spice Rack picked up at a girly, wine-infused party be the solution? Anticipation floods her body as she opens the first “task”. What the…? How is “love on the move” going to spice up her sex life? It’s impossible, or so she thinks, because when a sudden sinful idea pops into her head she has to act, much to Nate’s delight.

Until they’re spotted, pulled over, hauled out and cuffed, and not in fluffy pink. They’re in for it, but the glint in Nate’s eye tells Kimberly he’s finally got her exactly where he wants her. It might feel like hell, but before she knows it she’s catapulted to a heavenly place she’s been longing to revisit. As long as they can get away with it.

He stopped in the shadows by the car door and wrapped her in his arms. “This damn Spice Rack and the thought of what each jar might contain has got me feeling like a sex-obsessed teenager.” He kissed her hard and fast. “We should get ourselves home ASAP and open another jar.”

“Just what I was thinking. And should we make it a seriously hot chili one this time?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and cupped his ass, hoping her father hadn’t decided to peek out the curtains.

He grinned and there was a roguish glint in his eyes, one that she hadn’t seen for a while. “I don’t care what it says in the jar, because you, baby, are going to get it good.”

“I am?” Oh, what a promise. Kimberly could barely control a delicious tremble of anticipation between her legs.

“Yep, with the bedroom lights on and no holding back your screams of pleasure. I’m going to remind you how we used to… Fuck.”

Kimberly slid her hands from his taut butt and fisted his sweater in his lower back. She couldn’t remember when she’d last heard Nate curse. But it didn’t offend her. Far from it. In fact it turned her on. Fuck. She loved that word. It should be in their lives more often. “Fuck,” she repeated.

He licked his lips. “Yes, we used to fuck like crazy. Do you remember on our honeymoon? We didn’t come out of the hotel room for three days. It was awesome.”

Kimberly nodded, remembering with wonderful clarity how they’d enjoyed each other’s bodies to the max. His stamina in the shower had been incredible and he’d eked out her first multiple orgasm. She’d woken him with a blowjob, the best start to any day ever, he’d later said. They’d also conceived Sophie, a condom having split during a particularly strenuous doggy-style session on the balcony at three in the morning. “I remember,” she whispered against his lips. “It was awesome.”

“It was how we were most of the time.” He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “I still feel the same way about you, you know. I don’t show it so much. Can’t show it so much but that doesn’t mean…” His words trailed off.

“Doesn’t mean what?” She tipped her head and studied the way he nibbled at his bottom lip.

“That when you walk into a room I don’t imagine you naked. When you touch me, even just a hand on my arm, I don’t long for more, much more. Because I do. I miss the old us.”

Damn, so did Kimberly. How could they have let themselves get into this state?

“Not to say I’m not happy with how we are,” he said hurriedly. “I am. You’re the only one for me, you have to know that, not just for today, tomorrow, but forever.” He paused. “But we’re still young, in love and, if that kiss an hour ago is anything to go by, we’re still in lust.”

“Too right we’re still in lust.” She squeezed a little tighter against him, felt a hard package behind the fly of his jeans. “Nate! We’re at my parents’.”

He grinned and rubbed his pelvis against her, just a little, the tiniest amount. “I can’t help it. Just talking about fucking you has made me hard enough to hammer nails.”

Kimberly giggled. “Well, we’d best get you home so you can start hammering.”

He gave a snort of laughter. “Yeah, let’s ditch the movie.”

“There was never a movie.” Kimberly batted his arm and leapt into the car. The sooner they got home the sooner the fun would start. She could hardly wait.

Nate pulled away from the curb, his transition up the gears more rapid than usual. Kimberly glanced at his face. His jaw had a steely angle and his lips were pressed tight. As the amber glow of the streetlamps slid over his profile she could see his nostrils flaring as he breathed.

She squirmed on the seat, heat flooding between her legs. The need to have him above her, ramming into her, giving in to desire, was too much to bear. She could imagine it so clearly, what they would be doing the very minute they got home. Naked, sweaty, tearing at each other’s clothes—their hunt for satisfaction a wild frenzy as basic instincts took over their every thought and movement. They may have to get the first one out of the way before they opened the second spice jar.

Kimberly pressed her legs together and continued to stare at her husband. His fingers gripped the wheel, his biceps tensing to bricks beneath his sweater, their outline clear. She let her gaze slip lower, to his groin. The lap belt cut across his waistband, bunching his top slightly. Beneath that there was a healthy bulge.

“Nate,” she said, sliding her hand onto his thigh. A truly sinful idea had just popped into her head. It would be the answer to their problem. But could she turn it into reality?

He tensed but kept his eyes on the road. “Yep?”

“You know that spice jar?”

“Yep.”

“How it said express your love on the move.”

“Yep.” He glanced across at her. His eyes narrowed briefly then he turned his attention back to the near empty highway that led to the outskirts of town.

“I have an idea.” Kimberly undid her belt and sidled into the middle section of the bench-style seat. “I think I know how we can fulfill the challenge before moving on to the next one.”

“Baby, there’s nowhere to stop around here without having the cops pull up within a few minutes.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She slid her hand higher, up his thigh and on to the solid stretch of denim that was straining against his cock.

“Ah Jesus, careful, Kim.”

Kimberly ignored him and gave the impressive swelling in his groin a stroke and a squeeze.

“Shit, like I said, be careful. I haven’t been this hot for it in a while. I might just come in my pants.” He shifted on the seat.

“Ah, poor Nate.” She barely suppressed a giggle.

“Yes, poor Nate. These damn denims—it’s getting pretty uncomfortable.” He scowled at her. “And you’re not helping.”

“But I think I can.” She licked her lips.

“Not for another twenty minutes you can’t, not ’til we get home.”

“But this is perfect. I have a way to express my love for you on the move. Right here, right now.” Carefully Kimberly eased the buttons on Nate’s fly free, releasing some of the pressure the wedge of flesh was causing.

“What the hell are you doing?” Again Nate flashed his attention her way, but just for a second. The road was long and straight but it was a fast route and known for deer wandering across the lanes. “Kim?”

“I’m going to suck you off, Nate. Now, while you’re driving us home.” 

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