Smut Stretches

by Stephanie Beck

I’ll leave the competitive world of sex Olympics to the professionals…and excited amateurs, and just stick to smut for this blog. Over my years of reading smut I’ve found it’s quite easy to get into what I call a ‘smut rut’. Maybe I’m on a paranormal kick and only grab books with vampires in them. By the time I’m done with a run of those I’m sick to death of biting and dark, piercing glances I switch to something completely silly and in doing so, I ignore the other, perfectly super smut.

The forms of smut available are wide and varied and with the imaginations of writers running wild, you can find just about anything.

Pick your time: Contemporary, historical, regency, Gold Rush era—the breakdown can be even more specific.

Pick your place: Wild West, England, France, US, Australia, Japan, Deep Space, Mars, Underground—you name it, you can probably find it.

Pick your sexy cast: m/f, m/m, f/f—and any mix of numbers of each of those letters.

Pick your sexy poison: bdsm, spanking, anal, oral, GLBT, ménage, voyeur, femdom, fetish—this list is just a sliver of what is out there.

Pick your plot: cowboy? steampunk? Werewolves? Vampires? Cupcakes? Baby, you can have it all.

Next time you’re in a smut rut, consider the options and find something that fits your taste or is totally new—you never know, you just might like it J

All the best,

Stephanie Beck

www.stephaniebeck.net

Smut Interrupted by Stephanie Beck

Anna and Andy are at a sex addict class against their wills. Seeing each other after years apart opens up all kinds of sexy fun doors. Attending the class is mandatory, but making the most of their breaks is a perk neither expected.

A Smutty Tease For You ;)

“My name is Andy Bowmen and I’m not a sex addict. I just made the unfortunate mistake of hooking up with one of my sister’s friend and then dumping her ass. She told my sister about my sexual preferences, who told her husband—who happens to be my boss.  He signed me up for this goddamn class, with an ultimatum of being fired if I didn’t attend.”

Andy settled his black cowboy hat on the metal chair beside him and looked straight at her, his familiar expression sending shots of lust to her groin. “And you, miss? Is your name as pretty as your face?”

“Now, now.” The moderator, an older gentleman who’d introduced himself as Doctor Anderson shook his head. “This is a serious problem. If you’re here under pressure from your family, it means they saw an issue needing thoughtful consideration. This is also a neutral zone. No directing sexual innuendo or terms toward your fellow participants. Miss, would you like to introduce yourself?”

She still didn’t want to, but with Andy looking at her with his eyebrow cocked, she didn’t see a choice. “My name is Anna. I’m here because I made the mistake of giving my stepmother a key to my house. She used it while I was working, found a small, tasteful stash of smut, and threatened to have a sex addict intervention with my father and mee-maw if I didn’t attend this class.”

“Smut?” Andy asked.

She licked her lips, remembering the last time she’d had them wrapped around his penis. “A few magazines and a toy. She blew things out of proportion, and now I’m here to make sure she doesn’t tell my mee-maw. That’s all.”

The group greeted her, but she ignored them and focused on Andy. His tight jeans did little to hide the impressive bulge of his crotch. She remembered what he packed all too well.

A Woman and Her Vibrator

by KT Grant

When it comes to writing erotic romance, the important thing to keep in mind is the sensuality factor. How far do you go when writing a hot and steamy romance? With Decadent Publishing’s Edge line, the possibilities are endless when it comes to how “naughty” the sex could be between the two main characters, or in some instances, three or more having a sexual experience together that leads to many happy, sexually satisfied people.

Most of my books are on the erotic side, but with my GoodVibrations, my first Edge release, I wanted to push the envelope and write something not only jaw dropping but titillating for the reader. The title is very appropriate because it’s all about a woman and her special friend- her vibrator. Many women fondly call their battery operated boyfriend a B.O.B. A B.O.B. is very reliable (until the batteries die out) and its main purpose is to bring a woman pleasure. The idea for Good Vibrations came to me when I wondered, what if a woman was using her B.O.B. and her roommate overheard her? And what if the roommate was in love with the B.O.B-using woman and couldn’t sleep because she was horny?

Now this could have gone a few ways. The eavesdropping woman could have rushed into the room and joined in on the fun or grabbed her own B.O.B. and taken care of business on her own. I decided to let my sexually frustrated character use her B.O.B. to release some of that tension because she keeps her feelings for her self-pleasuring roommate a secret. But something like a vibrator can only go so far for someone who wants a real person. That’s the big issue for Jerri who lusts for Krysta. Jerri doesn’t want to rely on her B.O.B. for and orgasm. She wants nothing more than Krysta to come to her for pleasure and not rely on an inanimate vibrating object to give her that.

Good Vibrations starts out with some vibrator appreciation that evolves into one’s woman quest for not only many orgasms but a happily ever after that will lead her into the arms of the woman she loves.

You can find KT searching for her own good vibrations at:

Her website: http://ktgrant.com

Her blog: http://kbgbabbles.blogspot.com/

On Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/katiebabs

Blurb: 

Jerri can’t sleep at night. Every night she hears Krysta pleasure herself with her vibrator in her bedroom. Jerri wants to be the one to help Krysta find satisfaction and much more.

Then one night Jerri’s jealousy gets the best of her and she confronts Krysta. She’ll prove to her that something like a vibrator can’t give her satisfaction, and only a flesh and blood woman like herself can.

Out of Place Mate

by Rebecca Royce

When was the last time you went somewhere and you were completely out of place? I mean…totally wrong. For me, it always comes down to wearing the wrong thing. This doesn’t happen often because, for the most part, I know what to dress to specific venues. I know what to wear if we have to go out with my husband’s business associates. I know what to wear to certain types of restaurants, to bars, to school functions for the kids.

But, every once in a while I can still feel out of place. At a wedding, for example, if we’ve traveled to a part of the country I’ve not been before. I wore an outfit to a wedding in Georgia on a Saturday night that was way too dressy. Up in the New York City area, a Saturday night wedding is always going to border on black tie even if its not stated as such. Everyone was really dressed down for the occasion on Jekyll Island in Georgia. I just dressed wrong.

A girl my brother dated for a while came to an anniversary party for my parents at one of the nicest restaurants in New York City wearing a completely slutty dress. I felt sorry for her the whole night. She was surrounded by my parents and their friends and she looked like that.

How about you? When have you felt Out of Place? Comment and I one winner will get their choice of one of my Edge stories.

Best

RR

Wasting Time

Buy Living is Overrated HERE!

by Olivia Starke

There’s nothing quite like staring over a field of pure white, untouched and unmarred by human hands. And I’m not talking about a fresh layer of powdery stuff on some Rocky Mountain snowcapped tip—I’m talking about that blank document sheet in your Word program. Both friend and beast, it promises literary genius or a descent into madness—depending on the mood of your Muse and Writing Drones.

Today, madness is on the menu, for me anyway. After spending several “constructive” hours on Cracked this morning, getting the blogging juices flowing, I’ve found myself staring out the front door. What wonderful scene greets my curious eyes? You ask. The side of my pickup truck. Yup, that’s it. To my credit, the rain has cleared and birds are singing beautifully right now. And tree frogs, which means more rain to us simple country folk.

Truth be known it’s taken me nearly two hours today to come up with this little blip of brilliance, which I guess could be a testament to my determination to finish this post. Despite the multitude of reasons I’ve found to avoid doing so, including washing the dishes.

What are some of the ways you avoid finishing blogs/edits/WIPs? Leave a comment with email to enter to win a free e-copy of the last tale in my Zombies In Vegas trilogy, Living Is Overrated.

Olivia Starke

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(Available at Decadent Publishing, Amazon, and other ebook retailers!)

Blurb:

Sex is better when you’re one of the undead.

When her luggage is stolen at the Las Vegas airport, Kelly finds herself stranded and broke. Lucky for her, sexy Detective Nick Rodriguez offers her a room for the night. And when he whips out the handcuffs, she is ready to offer gratitude for his hospitality all night long.

Of course, when in Vegas the party doesn’t stop even if someone wakes up dead….

Excerpt *ADULT CONTENT*

Her sultry smile encouraged him. “And what kind of woman do you think I am?”

His fingers moved to the fly of his jeans. “One that can handle whatever I give you.”

She arched her back, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, a long moan slipping from her throat. He held her gaze while he undid the fly of his jeans and shoved the denim down. Her eyebrow quirked as his hard cock sprang free.

“Commando?”

He shrugged. “Laundry day.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining.”

He jerked the T-shirt over his head, before taking her in from head to toe. Her curves left little to the imagination despite a modest T-shirt and jeans. He licked his lips, ready to get his mouth on every inch of her body. His planning had been off. Having her tied to the bed made it impossible to get the shirt over her head.

Fuck it. Never a man to give in to defeat, he crawled over her and claimed a nipple between his teeth. Kelly bucked into him, her cry of pleasure urging him on. Palming the other breast, he squeezed it. He ground his hips into her, slipping his hands beneath her top to savor the cool satin of her stomach. Needing more, he shoved the shirt over her breasts, and with a growl of frustration, grabbed the delicate lace of her bra and yanked. The cups ripped, her breasts spilling out to his greedy mouth.

“Please, Nick, oh God….”

Nick pushed away, straddling her. “Fuck me, I’m going to come before this even starts.” It’d been several months since his last relationship, and his balls had drawn tight, ready to blow.

Her eyes widened, studying his every move. “Are you going to torture me and not let me play?”

He circled his girth with his hand, stroking down the length and back up again. Her eyes glowed in the low lighting, and her pale hair fanned around her head like a halo. His personal angel, if angels could be nymphomaniacs.

“We have all night. Plus, I kind of enjoy watching you squirm.”

She bit her bottom lip until it turned red and plump between her teeth.

Embarking on reading Smut: A how-to Guide for Beginners

by Stephanie Beck

So you’d like to read smut…

Walking on the sexy side of your reading life can be an exciting and sometimes daunting task. To make your transition easier, Decadent Publishing has a lovely new line of short erotica stories, ‘smut’, in some circles. When you’ve decided ‘smut’ might be right for you, keep a few things in mind.

Who should read ‘smut’:

Adults. Due to the graphic nature of The Edge stories, these are definitely not ones to leave on the family ereader or open during a play date. Smut can be for men and for women, read alone or with sexy fun company.

How to read ‘smut’:

The Edge stories, including Smut Therapy out today, are super short stories. They take up next to no room on an ereader. Download your small bite of smutty goodness from your favorite ebook retailer. They are short enough to comfortable read on a laptop, smart phone, or ereader. When trying smut for the first time, it’s better to give yourself time and space—a good story can invoke certain…feelings best experienced solo.

When to read ‘smut’:

Due to the short nature of Smut Therapy, any old time will do. Waiting in an obscene line at the bank? Need a little something right before going to bed without having to worry about ‘must read next chapter syndrome’? Waiting for a cake to bake? Anytime can be smut time—just be aware that blushing and wiggles are common side effects of reading smut.

When you’ve made the all important decision to spice up your reading material, you’ll find the Smut Series—Smut Therapy, Smut Interrupted, and Searching for Smut to be a contemporary, sexy-fun start. Try out the rest of The Edge series to become a smut pro—admit it, you’ve always wanted that title. And once you’ve found your smutty favorites, be sure to recommend them to your friends so they can be smut pros too!

All the Best,

Stephanie Beck

Smut Therapy by Stephanie Beck—Out Today!

What’s a cowboy to do when the love of his life puts him on a boot-knocking schedule?

In hopes of having a baby, Jenny sets a strict sex schedule. For Aaron, the zealous plan takes the fun and freedom away from their sex life, leading to stress and irritability on both of their sides.

To make the baby they both want and survive each other’s tempers until that day, Aaron proposes a little smut therapy, but getting Jenny to agree will require more than words.

Find the rest of the Smut Series—Smut Interrupted and Searching for Smut—at Decadent Publishing in the next few weeks.

Zombie Love

by Olivia Starke

I can’t be sure why the zombie craze has hit us, whether humorous movie like Zombieland, or a more serious post-apocalyptic show like The Walking Dead. Regardless, I love them all. Though I’m a diehard watcher of The Walking Dead, I really love when you mix a horror with humor. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched Shaun of the Dead. Mix dry British humor with blood and guts, and I’m ready for a good time!

There are no blood and guts in my Zombie subseries (okay, maybe a touch) and the horror for the most part is well hidden behind sizzling sex scenes and humor ;;) I hope they’ll entertain horror fans none-the-less, as well as those who don’t fancy scary movies.

(Available at Decadent Publishing, Amazon, ARe, Smashwords)

Blurb: Sometimes, waking up is the biggest surprise of all.
What could be hotter than a threesome for your birthday? Kristin finds herself in Vegas with her boyfriend and one gorgeous stranger, proving that “three’s a crowd” simply means one hell of a good time. And she’s ready to have her two hunky men in every way possible.

Of course when you play in Vegas, you play with the unexpected. Always be ready for one killer of a night...

Excerpt: ****ADULT CONTENT***

“Okay, rules are number one—I am always one-half of this trio. And number two, I am always one-half of this trio, got it?”

Both men smiled and Gabe saluted before capturing her lips, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Meeting him with equal vigor, she wrapped her arms round his neck, their tongues doing a naughty tango. Groaning, she allowed him to drag her back onto the bed, hugging his pelvis between her thighs. His erection pressed against her slit, and she ground into it, until hot chills raced through her body.

Her inner sex fiend played out scenarios with the two men in her mind that’d put any porno to shame. Back, front, top, bottom—naked Twister without the game board. She’d never had two men in her at the same time, and damn it, she’d live out every dirty little fantasy she could come up with.

Placing her palms on Gabe’s chest, she shoved him away, ready to sample new cuisine. He grunted, bouncing on the mattress next to her as she stretched a hand toward her Johnny Depp look-alike. From the corner of her eye, she saw her man smile, his blue eyes hungry for a show.

Eric climbed atop her, his moist lips on hers, denying her his tongue.

A tease, intriguing. What other dirty secrets does he have?

She writhed beneath him, grinding her pelvis into his. His cock brushed her bare inner thigh where her skirt had ridden up, precum leaving a titillating, wet trail.

“What are you two watching?” Eric asked against her lips.

Her swimming thoughts grappled for land. “Huh?”

A low, tortured moan filled her ears and she looked toward the sound. They’d left the TV on when going to the club, and a black and white horror movie played.

“It’s a marathon of old, scary movies, mostly about the undead,” Gabe answered for her, his fingertips brushing her bare skin under her bunched up shirt.

Eric smiled down, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Interesting choice.”

He shifted, his hard-on pressing against her panties.

She met his smile with one of her own. “My favorite thing to watch. Everyone loves a zombie, right?”

Olivia Starke

Mate By The Music

by Rebecca Royce 

When I was writing Mate By The Music all I could think about were my days back in college. On Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights we would go out. Late.  It’s rather amazing I did as well in college as I did but I digress…

Some of what stands out in my mind about that time (that isn’t lost in a haze of Whiskey Sours) it’s the music.  We seemed to always be dancing. Dancing in bars. Dancing in frat houses. Dancing in someone’s living room.  Dancing.

Writing Mate By The Music reminded me so much of that time because it takes place in an empty bar, with just the hero and the heroine, and a juke box.  All of a sudden all of the things I’d heard others did in bars (nothing I would admit to doing of course.) had a place to be written about.  (I kid, sort of.)

But it made me wonder. What is the sexiest song out there? What song makes you want to find your loved one and have a good night?

For me, its In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel.  Cliché but it works for me.

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