Today's Sunday Snog is special. We're combining forces today to support our fellow erotic author Sommer Marsden, both morally (yes, we smut-mongers care about morality) and financially. Sommer, who writes deliciously seductive fiction, much of it featuring power exchange, is going through a rough time as her husband battles pancreatic cancer. The ever-vibrant Victoria Blisse has organized today's campaign, encouraging everyone to share some erotic excerpts and to raise some cash to help Sommer and her family.
Each author (fifty three of us, last time I went to count!) is doing things a bit differently. Here's my deal.
I've got a sexy kiss (BDSM, of course) from my short story "Body Electric" for you below. Read the excerpt and leave me a comment with your email address. I will enter you to win a copy of my BDSM erotic romance, The Understudy.
Meanwhile, I will throw $1 into the pot of donations for each comment I receive.
And if you'd like to donate on your own, just go to http://smutforgood.co.uk. It's easy as pie, and any amount is welcome.
Here's the excerpt. Enjoy! And thanks for visiting.
******
My room was dim, lit
only by the lamp on my bureau. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the
floor, at a loss, while Ryan reconnoitered. My clit was still
tingling from his brief exploration. My juices dribbled lazily down
the insides of my thighs.
"I think I see
how to manage this. Lie down here."
He rummaged in his
case while I arranged myself on the bed. He held up a thick coil of
cotton clothesline. A stab of fear distracted me from my arousal.
Fantasizing about bondage was fine, but could I really allow him to
do this?
"I am going to
tie you to the bed, Colette, unless you tell me to stop. You don't
have to be afraid. I've done this many times before."
Jealousy flared up,
replacing the fear. Who else had he used the way he was using me?
"So, I'm just
another conquest for you?" Ryan looked surprised at my outburst.
He sat down beside me on the bed and took my hand.
"No, of course
not. You know better than that. You know that you're special."
"I'm sure that
you tell every one of your women that."
"But it's true.
I knew it the moment I saw you. You have a precious gift, a sexual
intensity that you can't hide, though you try. A craving for the
extremes of sensation. Overwhelming curiosity and insatiable
appetite. The rare ability to surrender completely to pleasure."
His touch was making
me weak, but I still tried to resist.
"In the
stories, the doms always say that. They know how to push the right
buttons. They seduce their victims into thinking that there's
something magical and deep about their interaction. When after all,
it's just sex -- kinky, perverted, but in the final analysis, just
sex."
"Just sex?"
Ryan leaped onto the bed, straddling my body, pinning my wrists to
the sheets with his huge hands. Then he kissed me with a ferocity
that literally took my breath away. His tongue forced its way into my
mouth and tangled with mine. He gnawed at my lips, mashing them
against my teeth. I tasted blood.
I struggled against
him for a moment, then relaxed and let his mouth ravage me. With that
release came pleasure so acute that it washed away all thought. I was
floating in a sea of pleasure: the tingling in my nipples where his
shirt rubbed against them; the sparks flashing across my belly from
the pressure of his hidden cock; the exquisite contractions rippling
through the depths of my cunt.
I writhed against
him, unable to control myself, not caring what he thought or what he
did. I opened myself to the pleasure and let it take me away.
"'And if the
body does not do as much as the Soul? And if the body were not the
Soul, what is the Soul?'"
Ryan had
relinquished my mouth and was peering down at me. His long black hair
half-obscured his blazing eyes.
I gasped for breath.
"Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass." The pleasure had subsided
somewhat, but I knew that it lay waiting for me to claim it again.
"Yes. 'Books,
art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, the atmosphere and
the clouds, and what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are
now consumed.' That's what he was talking about, you know. Sex.
'Just' sex."
I nodded. I knew.
"Let me bind
you, Colette."
I nodded again.
******
Don't forget to comment! Help yourself, and Sommer too!
14 comments:
Lovely, Lisabet - to completely surrender to pleasure... ahhhh
x x x This is going to be a huge long day of reading sexy scenes like that!
I'm just getting started on the Snog for Summer excerpts and I'll need to start make a wish list of books I need to get, my TBR list is going to grow so much! :)
Such a lovely thing to do. I hope For the best.
debby236 at gmail dot com
Pancreatic cancer hit close to home for my family, so I appreciate the cause for sure!
Trix, vitajex(at)aol(Dot)com
Beautiful excerpt, Ms. Sarai!
XXX, AT
Lovely excerpt! Thank you!
Mmm, consensual bondage where the dom-type isn't all commanding. Lovely and sexy. Thank you!
Wonderful excerpt! Thanks so much for sharing!!
Positive thoughts and wishes to Sommer and her husband!
Nice excerpt
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
Great cause (& excerpt). Thanks for the giveaway. turtle6422(at)gmail(dot)com
An awesome thing you all are doing. Thank you for the post and the hop!
I wish her the best,
leighannecrisp at yahoo dot com
Fourteen comments! Thanks so much. I'll round that up to $15 and go donate right away.
And congratulations to my randomly chosen winner, t'Sade. BUT - you didn't leave an email address! I hope you'll contact me so I can send you your prize.
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