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.