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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Very Krazy Radio - Jacqueline George #article #erotic #adult #sex #funny #fiction

Very Krazy Radio
By Jacqueline George

I’m a writer, so one of the things I do (besides writing, cooking, cleaning and generally getting a life together) is try to figure out what my readers want. That’s much more difficult than writing. In fact, it’s real crystal ball stuff – because there’s no answer to the question.
Different people want different things, of course, but a reader wants variety. They might want to curl up with a door-stop sized novel sometimes, but other times they want variety, something new. Perhaps even something to laugh at – why not?
I have heaps of stuff I have written for my friends’ blogs, or even just for fun, and I collected them together in Jacqueline and a Sexy Year.  Serious, funny, sexy, even historical – whatever I fancy at the time. Here is a snippet, based on something that really happened here in Australia (so I’m told...)

“Good morning, listeners. This is Greg Hollin on VKRZ Melbourne, that’s right, Very Krazy Radio, and have I got a show for you today. Good music, good chat, a competition and a very, very special guest on the menu this morning, so where shall we start?

“No question, really. I’m sitting here looking across the studio at our guest, and I have to say she blows me away. Beauty, elegance and a brain that puts me in my place – that’s the dog house, of course – we’ve got to welcome Dr Pat again. Say hello to Melbourne, Dr Pat.”
“Hi everyone, and hi to you too, Greg. Nice to be here.”
“And nice to have you, Dr Pat. Now listeners, I have to tell you what she’s wearing this morning. She’s so hot there ought to be a law against it. All that thick auburn hair tied back in a pony-tail like a school girl, and she’s got her shades pushed up on top of it – they’ve got lenses like saucers, you should see them. A loose top, that’s right, isn’t it? With a tiny, tiny skirt. Might just stop her getting arrested, but she must have left a trail of cardiac arrests all the way to the studio this morning. And legs – you should see them. Between her spiky heels and her short skirt, they go on forever. I think I might go in for a bit of cardiac trouble myself. I’m in love again.
“How about going clubbing tonight, Dr Pat?”
“Not a chance, Greg. I’m taken.”
“I could do this afternoon. Let’s rent a motel.”
“No, and put your tongue away, Greg. You’re dribbling on the table.”
“Dr Pat, you’re just so cool. And cruel too. I won’t be able to sleep tonight for dreaming about those legs.”
“Go on with you, Greg. You should be ashamed of yourself, lusting after your guest like that. Get on with the competition.”
“Right. Competition. Get your thoughts together, Greg. Don’t let yourself get distracted. Well, today’s Thursday and it’s time for our Naughty Secrets segment. Do you know about Naughty Secrets, Dr Pat?”
“Of course. Everyone knows Naughty Secrets.”
“Fine, but I bet you don’t know about this week’s prize. The winners of this week’s competition get a dirty weekend on Fraser Island. That’s right, three nights accommodation with meals and flights included. All the beauty of Queensland’s premier resort for free. All you have to pay for is your grog. Aren’t I generous? And our lucky contestants this week are Macca and Tracey. We’ve got them on line, and we’re all ready to go.
“So, tell us this week’s question, Dr Pat.”
“Right, I’m going to be asking them ‘When and where did you last make love?’. That should be easy enough. Which one are we going to start with?”
“Macca. I’ve had a call from his workmates this morning, and they had something to tell me. So let’s get him on the line, and put the question. Are you there, Macca?”
“Yeah, mate. I’m here.”
“Good day, Macca. How are you going?”
“Pretty good, mate, pretty good. And yourself?”
“All good, Macca. Now, what do you know about our Naughty Secrets competition?”
“Your girl was telling me a bit, mate.”
“Right, Macca. Your mates gave me a call and told me something. Did you know that?”
“Yeah, I heard a bit. The bastards.”
“So, I’ve got Dr Pat here, and she’s going to ask you a question. Then we’ll give your Tracey a call, and if she answers exactly the same way, the pair of you are flying off for a dirty weekend on Fraser Island, all expenses paid. That sound good?”
“Yeah, mate. What’s the question?”
“Wait a minute, Macca, and I’ll put Dr Pat on. Do you think you’ll win? Is Tracey going to give us the same story? Or is she too shy?”
“Oh, she’s pretty good, mate. She’s OK.”
“Good. I hope you’re right. So Dr Pat – ask away.”
“Hi Macca. How are you? This is Dr Pat, and we’ve heard from your mates that something interesting happened this morning.”
“Yeah. I’m going to sort the bastards out afterwards.”
“So, Macca, the question is when and where did you last make love?”
“This morning, mate, before work.”
“And where?”
“Jesus, you just don’t care, do you? We got a bit carried away, so I put her over the kitchen table and we did it there.”
“Thank you, Dr Pat, and good for you, Macca. I’m sure all the listeners are jealous. Are you sure Tracey’s going to tell the truth?”
“Yeah, mate. Just tell her about the Fraser Island thing, and she’ll talk. Might give me a hard time later, but she’ll talk.”
“Thanks Macca, and keep your fingers crossed. So, Dr Pat, while we’re waiting to get Tracey on the line. You look so sexy today, I’m going to kneel at your feet and beg you to meet me this afternoon. Can I kneel at your feet?”
“Kneel at my feet? Certainly not!”
“Why not? I’m just being polite.”
“I know you, Greg Hollin. You just want to look up my skirt.”
“There’s something to think about. Now, that motel this afternoon...”
“I’ll be a gentleman and pay for the room.”
“Oh well, in that case. I’ll call my husband and see if he’s free.”
“Your husband? Where does he come into it?”
“Well, wherever you can fit him in, I suppose. He’s very – what’s the word? Dominating. Yes, that’s it. He’s very dominating and I think he’ll fancy you. We can have a lot of fun together.”
“Dominating. Your husband. Oh look, I’ve just remembered. I have a dental appointment this afternoon. I can’t make it.”
“Never mind. Perhaps another afternoon. Now, what about Tracey?”
“Yes, of course, and we have Tracey on the line. Hello, Tracey? Can you hear me?”
“Hello, Greg. How are you?”
“Good, good. Now, Tracey, do you know about our Naughty Secrets competition? Have you heard it before?”
“Yes, I’ve heard it. What do you want to know?”
“Ah, Well, I’m going to put Dr Pat on in a minute, and she’ll ask the question. The prize this week is a dirty weekend on Fraser Island, all expenses paid. How does that sound?”
“We’d like that that but...”
“All you have to do is answer Dr Pat’s question correctly, and you’re on your way. Can you do that?”
“I’m suspicious. What’s the question?”
“Hi Tracey. This is Dr Pat. Now, I’ve just been talking to Macca. We asked him a question, and you can win the prize by giving us the same answer. You understand that?”
“Come on, what’s he been telling you?”
“The question is in two parts. First, when did you last make love?”
“Oh, that’s embarrassing. Bloody Macca. I’ll kill him when he gets home. We did it this morning before he left for work.”
“Great, Tracey. That’s what he told us. You’re on your way. You’ve got a foot on those aircraft steps. Now for the second part. Where did you make love?”
“What? He told you that?”
“Told us what, Tracey?”
“Oh no. He can’t have told you that. Not even Macca.”
“We’re waiting, Tracey. Just confirm what Macca told us, and you’re on your way.”
“But – but - I can’t. Not on radio. Everyone’s listening.”
“Yes, I suppose they are, but don’t worry. This is the twenty-first century and you can talk about things like that. I don’t mind telling you that it was a better start to the day than I had. So, tell us.”
“Um, I can’t. I can’t. My mother might be listening. And if she’s not, some-one else will tell her.”
“Can I just butt in here, Dr Pat? Tracey, look at it this way. Macca’s told us already. We already know, you just have to confirm it. That’s right, isn’t it Dr Pat?”
“That’s right. We know and so does everyone else. We just want to hear you confirm it.”
“That’s awful. How could he do that? I’m never going to – I’ll strangle him when he gets home. I just can’t.”
“Come on, Tracey. Just think about Fraser Island. All the sand dunes, and the dingoes. And it’s a really nice hotel. Just tell us where you made love.”
“He really told you?”
“I swear. We know already. Just make it easy and finish this sentence “This morning we made love...”
“Oh God, Oh God, I can’t.”
“This morning we made love...”
“OK, I’ll do it. In my bottom.”

Read more from Jacqueline and a Sexy Year at A Sexy Year Purchase

Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out more about Jacqueline and her books at: 

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Sex Siren Allen Style - #promo #erotic #adult #fiction #romance #paranormal

Christmas Fantasy – Book 1 of the Fantasy Diary Series
By Siren Allen

One bite was all it took. 

It’s that time of year again. Alyssa Blakely is busy writing in her fantasy diary, filling it with all her forbidden, sexual fantasies. The star: her very sexy boss, Devin Jordan. Too bad for her, he’s never given her a second glance. 

Or so she thought… 

After a steamy kiss under the mistletoe and a night of wild sex, Alyssa has the bite to prove just how wrong she was. 

Devin Jordan has found his mate. The only problem: she’s human. He’s not. Can he prove to her that his inner beast can be both naughty and nice? Or will her fear of the unknown and a threat neither of them saw coming keep him from claiming her?

“Is this what you wanted to show me,” she purred and watched his chest rise and fall.
“Turn around.”
She did as he asked, turning around so that she faced the headboard. Ass in the air, she waited for him to touch her.
“Lay your head down on the bed.”
She did. Her pussy throbbed. She spread her legs open wider. Hoping he would hurry up and touch her.
“Close your eyes.”
 Eyes closed, she felt him push her hair to the side, off of her shoulder and back.
“Do you want to know what I was thinking?”
She nodded her head against the mattress as he rubbed his finger from the top of her spine to the bottom causing her to shiver. A moan slipped through her lips when she felt his tongue on her flesh, traveling the same path his finger had just taken. When he reached the bottom, he bit her cheek and gripped her ass in his hands. He kneaded her roughly, but it felt so good.
“I was thinking about this.” She felt his tongue against her pussy, licking her slowly. She rocked back, pushing her body closer to his face. “And this,” he said, before sucking her clit into his mouth.
“But…I…guessed this.” Her body shuddered and she could barely get her words out. His tongue swirled around her clit and her hips jerked. She tried to form a coherent thought, but found the task impossible. She felt him pull away. Cold air teased her center. She wanted his tongue against her flesh again.
“You said I wanted you tied to a chair.” Devin told her. “That was not what I wanted. I wanted you like this, with your ass in my face.”
Alyssa pressed her face against the mattress, his words making her even more aroused. Behind her, she felt him moving, repositioning himself. She gripped the sheets tighter, knowing what was coming next.
“Let me know if I’m too rough.”
Too rough, impossible. She loved his roughness. She loved that he no longer sounded like himself. His beast had emerged, because of her. He gripped her hips and pulled her against his erection, grinding his body on hers. She ignored the sliver of fear that came over her. He wouldn’t hurt her…couldn’t hurt her. She was his mate. He leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck. Between her legs, she felt his fingers spreading her open.
“I’d rather die than hurt you.”  He pushed into her.
Gripping the sheets, she arched her back as he surged forward, going deeper.
“I love you, Alyssa.”
Tears of pleasure burned the back of her eyes. He pulled out and pushed forward again, causing pleasure to radiate through her body. She gasped for air as he drove into her. She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. His growl was music to her ears. Their breaths came in gasps. When he increased his speed, her fragile grip on control snapped. This time the growl that filled the room was her own. She pushed against him, needing him to fuck her harder.
“Like that baby?” Devin thrust forward.
“Yes,” she cried.
“And that?” He asked as he slammed into her.
“Fuck, Devin, yes.”
Unable to hold herself up any longer, she sank onto the bed and he followed. Not missing a beat, he continued to ride her. With one side of her face pressed flat against the sheet, she stared at the hotel wall, helpless and bound to the pleasure that had taken control of her body. She felt Devin’s breath against her cheek.
“Come for me,” he whispered in her ear.
She wasn’t ready to come yet. Alyssa closed her eyes and tried to hold out. She tried to take control of her body, but her efforts were useless. Devin’s thrusts caused her inner walls to tighten, her body trembled.
“That’s it, love. Give it to me.”
She did. Alyssa bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out. His roar filled her ears as he joined her. His body felt heavy on top of her, but she didn’t mind. 
Website Link:  http://sirenallen.com/
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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Ren'ai Houteishiki - Love Equation - Yaoi Review #books #book review #yaoi #shounen-ai #gay #fiction #japanese #manga #kazuma kodaka

Welcome to BRB, everyone! Back in July I posted a book review titled Bad Teacher’s Equation, a yaoi series by Kazuma Kodaka. If you wish to read my review, click the following link: Bad Teacher's Equation Review Without realizing it, I happened to read the sequel to that series while I was out of town. I was supposed to be writing in the evenings before bed, but I’d worked so late and was so extremely tired, reading was the only thing I could concentrate on. I find picking up a book helps me unwind and clears my mind.
Anyway, here I’m reading this tender dramatic school based yaoi, when I realize some of the older characters look familiar, and then I recognized their names. That’s when it hit me…this series was a sequel to BTE. Duh! LOL Okay, I admit, I should’ve caught on much sooner, considering this was the summary for the series on the website.

“The one-year-younger, cry-baby, childhood friend, Kanade, suddenly took Meguru’s first kiss! Though he's grown taller a bit recently, and the girls made a big fuss and called him “the piano prince”, I will not be tricked. He’s a pervert who steals another guy’s lips! With additional pages, the perfect version is now on sale.
This manga skips a few years ahead of the ending of Kodaka Kazuma's Kusatta Kyoushi no Houteishiki... Now it's time for the kids to shine! It features all of our favourite couples from Kusatta plus some new ones, and the artwork is completely gorgeous!”

In my defence, I was extremely tired. :P

Ren'ai Houteishiki or Love Equation, story and art, by Kazuma Kodaka is the sequel series to Kusatta Kyoushi no Houteishiki or Bad Teacher’s Equation. Even though it has been listed along with BTE as a yaoi, this sweet gay romance read like a shounen-ai. Which means there is no explicit sex. The main characters kiss and fondle, but that’s as far as it goes, and little is seen. But, there is another sex scene with the older characters that shows more, and a masturbation scene. You can decide. 

Kanade and Meguru, as the summary above states, are childhood friends; Kanade is a gifted pianist, who within a year matures considerably, and is taller as a result, and quite attractive. All the girls swoon over him. His mouthy, inconsiderate and slightly older best friend Meguru wants a girl, but can’t seem to find one, and is jealous of any girl that chases Kanade. Eventually, Meguru finds out that Kanade isn’t attracted to any of their classmates. He has a hard time accepting that his friend is gay and wants him. He isn’t sure how he feels and expresses confusion through his actions and words. There is a girl he likes, but does care about his friend.
What I liked the most about this shounen-ai/yaoi is the gentle build-up between Meguru and Kanade, the problems they share, and of course, their wonderful personalities. Kanade is the big strong silent type. Meguru speaks before he thinks, but learns to curb his attitude later. The artistry, as usual, was superb; Ms. Kodaka’s attention to the finer details, perfect. She is one mangaka that can definitely capture the youthful innocence of children and teenagers. All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed this series and give it 4.5 stars!

Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Lolly Learns a Lesson - Cara Cane #erotic #sex #adult #fiction#explicit

Welcome to BRB, everyone! My guest today is an erotic author that pens explicit content, and when I say explicit content, I mean my cheeks are bright red and I'm ducking down behind the book when I read it! LOL She definitely has a talent for the deliciously dirty. Welcome, Cara, it's great to have you here today. Let's get started. What genre do your currently write? And, is there a genre you'd like to write, but haven't tried yet?
I write explicit erotica in several different genres--everything from gritty, short stories to BDSM, ménage, bisexual, and paranormal erotica. I also write non-fiction and young adult fantasy/paranormal romance. I have a lot of other written but unpublished material--everything from picture books to terrible poetry. I would like to write an explicit erotic comic book or graphic novel but haven't tried it yet.
Many authors use a nom de plume, and they may use one opposite to their own sex. Do you think an author's sex or sexual orientation should dictate what genre they write?
No. I think that authors can draw inspiration from many things and should never rely on or be limited by experience alone. I have written from the point of view of a vampire even though I have never sucked blood from someone else's neck--well, not yet anyway.
Some authors have issues with character development, writer's block, plot summary etc. What is the biggest challenge you face when writing? How do you overcome the problem?
My biggest challenge involves bouncing from genre to genre. It is not unusual for me to work on writing erotica, writing YA fiction, writing education-related articles, and editing non-fiction all in one 8-10 hour day. Each project requires an entirely different mindset, so it can be tricky to seamlessly transition from one to another. I usually try to overcome it with a short break in between projects, even if it is just 15 minutes, so that I can shift gears and get my mind where I need it to be for the task at hand.
What has been the single most successful marketing tool you've used to date?
Social media. There are some wonderful Tweeps out there who are always willing to help you share information about your new release, sale, or promo. Out of all of the different types of writers I work with, I find erotica and romance authors to be the most supportive of each other (which I love!) Erotica and romance readers are also a passionate bunch and always seem more than willing to share recommendations for the writers, books, and series that they like. I also recently started to post promotions a couple of times per week through various Facebook Groups, and I think that is working relatively well for me.
If you had to live as one of your characters, which one would it be, and why?
It is a bit of a tie between Lolly Lane (Classroom Kink Series), who knows how to submit to hardcore fun with her man, and Bianca Morvant (Sanguine Erotica Series), who has the pleasure of being both a princess and a vampire!
While writing, have you ever drawn from personal experience, and why?
Yes. For me, writing is a way to unleash feelings, emotions, and ideas into the world. When I re-read my work, I often sometimes see metaphors for certain things, people or experiences in my life. I do not always incorporate them intentionally while writing, but every time I see them, I recognize that writing is my way of better understanding myself and the world around me. Plus, when writing erotica, it is sometimes just too hard to resist the opportunity to share your favorite move or the sexy line your lover whispered into your ear the night before!
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour?
Black. Though pink is a close second.
Which do you prefer: a little left to the imagination or explicit?
Explicit. Always explicit.
When you first met your partner/spouse/lover what drew you to him or her first?
His eyes and his boldness.
If you could spend the day with any famous author, who would it be? And, why?
Edgar Allan Poe, because he is deliciously dark.
If you could indulge free of any consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy?
Spending a night in The Butterfly Den's Scopophilia (featured in Lolly Earns Extra Credit). I'd love to open each of those curtains!

Website Link: http://www.caracane.com

Lolly Learns a Lesson (Explicit)

When sexy college student Lolly Lane comes to Professor Artemus Hooper and begs him for a better grade, he decides to make her earn it. Lolly agrees to put on a show for him, but quickly discovers that her naughty teacher wants much more than that. Professor Hooper has a passion for kink and a desire to make her submit to all of his demands. 

Content Warning: This three-part novelette is all sex and no nonsense. It contains explicit language and material. For readers 18+ only! 

Themes explored in this short story: Submission, domination, spanking, rough sex, dirty talk, polyamory, scopophilia, anal sex, and much more. 

Series Note: This book is the first in the Classroom Kink series.

Artemus Hooper looked down at the girl that sat across from him. She had possibilities. Her tits were nice, and she looked like she had a juicy little pussy. Her name even sounded slutty. Lolly Lane. And she was twenty years old.
"Please, Mr. Hooper. If I don't get my GPA bumped up, I won't stand a chance of getting into the business program next year," Lolly said, her eyes full of tears.
Artemus took off his glasses and looked at her. Hard.
"Miss Lane. You should have made an effort earlier in the year. It wouldn't be fair to change the grade now."
"I did make an effort--"
"You didn't. You spent the entire year chasing frat boys and partying. I noticed you in the hallway. I heard you talking about it in class," Artemus said sternly. "If you want me to change your grade now, you're going to have to offer more than a few tears." 
Lolly sniffed. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to make an effort, Miss Lane. A real effort. You can start by taking off your top and showing me your sweet little tits."
"Wh-what," she hiccupped.
"You heard me, Miss Lane."
"Why do you want to see my tits?" 
"So I can get my cock hard enough for you to suck. Do you want the grade or not, Miss Lane?" Artemus asked.
"I do, Mr. Hooper. It's just--"
"Just what? You've shown them off before. Clearly, it's no big deal. Show them to me now."
Lolly hesitated and then pulled down the straps of her tiny tank top. Like most of the girls nowadays, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits sprang free. Her nipples were large, pink, and hard. Artemus felt his cock stir instantly. 
"That's very good, Lolly. Now I want you to put your index finger in your mouth and suck it."
Lolly lifted her finger to her mouth slowly and inserted it between her full pink lips. She closed her mouth around it and sucked. 
"Good. Get it nice and wet," Artemus instructed. "Now, take your finger out and make a slow circle around each nipple."
Lolly did as she was told. It pleased Artemus that she could follow instructions. He began thinking about the things he wanted to do to her and wondered how far this little slut would let him take it.
"Stand up, Miss Lane. Come closer to me."
Lolly rose from the chair, walked around his desk, and stood beside him.
"Take your panties off."
"I'm not wearing any," Lolly said. She blushed.
"Your skirt is very short, Miss Lane. It would be all too easy for you to expose your pussy when you bend over or sit at a desk in the classroom. Is that why you don't wear panties? Do you like exposing your pussy to the boys?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"That is very, very naughty. But you like being naughty, don't you?"
"Please, Mr. Hooper."
"Please, what? I'm not making you do anything, Lolly. If you'd like to leave now, you can. If you'd like to stay, you can earn the grade you want."
"Any grade I want?" Lolly asked.
"That depends," Artemus replied.
"On what?"
"Your performance, of course. Isn't that what grades are based on?"
Lolly nodded. Artemus grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled her closer. He stuck his hand between her parted thighs and ran it over her pussy. It was soaking wet.
"Miss Lane," Artemus chastised. "You're pretending like you don't like this, but your pussy couldn't be any wetter."
"I can't h-help it," she stammered.
"And I can't help it if I want to put my cock in your little slut mouth. So, let's cut the dramatics and proceed. On your knees, Miss Lane."

 Thanks for stopping by, Cara! Love the excerpt. ~ Blak Rayne