How Hot is… ‘My Knees are Knocking but You Can’t Come In… Yet!’?

How hot is… ‘My Knees are Knocking but You Can’t Come In… Yet!’?

by I. M. Telling

reviewed by Reed James

penaltiesSusan Riddle was happy with her marriage to Lance until the Jackson’s moved in next door. Darnell, a handsome African American, and his beautiful, Hispanic wife Lucinda quickly became friends with the Riddles. At a party, everything change. Darnell, finding Susan alone, kissed her. She pushed away, but she couldn’t shake her burning desire to let him finish that kiss. As the weeks passed, it was all she could think about. Finally she could resist her desires no longer, and put on a skimpy bikini to sunbathe and attracted the object of her fantasies attention. Only it wasn’t Darnell that came over, it was Luscinda.

‘My Knees are Knocking…’ is a hot, interracial menage story. I. M. Telling captures Susan’s growing desire, and her eventual surrender, to her African American neighbor and his Hispanic wife. Telling provides a great build up that explodes with sensuality, paying off the build up with hot, sexy action. His prose is straightforward and simple, but well written, and though interracial cuckolding isn’t my favorite erotic theme, I really enjoyed this story, and I loved the epilogue! Read ‘My Knees are Knocking…’ to find out why.

A great, short erotica – with a burning-hot suntan lotion scene – that I give 4 out of 5 flames. At $2.99 cents ‘My Knees are Knocking but You Can’t Come In… Yet’ will consume your eReader with hot, interracial sex!

Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out I. M. Telling’s website and see the catalog of his very exciting, and naughty, books.

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How Hot is… ‘Penalties in the Locker Room’?

How hot is… ‘Penalties in the Locker Room’?

by Christie St Claire

reviewed by Reed James

penaltiesPurported to be a true story experienced by the author, ‘Penalties in the Locker Room’ is the first in the ‘Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions’ series, chronicling the naughty adventures of the cheerleaders of Fenton University. Christie St Claire works at the school’s newspaper, and is researching a story at the school’s gym when she hears, “Please. I want it. Please let me have it.” She investigates the sounds of a woman in the throes of passion.

To her surprise, she finds a cheerleader named Brittany, who had bullied Christie in the past, tied up and being disciplined by a mysterious older woman in a dominatrix outfit. What follows is a steamy, voyeuristic tale as Christie watches Brittany’s domination, surprised at how turned on she becomes. The sex is great, very descriptive, and very hot. Anyone who enjoys young ladies getting tied up and abused by an older lesbian will love this story.

At the end, I was as curious as Christie to find out what was going on, and what other naughty surprise the Cheerleaders of Fenton University are getting up to. And pursuing some of the latter titles in the series, I’m eager to read and find out! I love naughty Cheerleaders and co-eds.

The short story, while very exciting, could have benefited from some more editing. Nothing major, a few format errors probably created when the file was turned into an ebook and a few minor grammar mistakes. Nothing that detracted from my enjoyment of the story. I found it hot and heavy, just the way I like my erotica, and I can’t wait to read the next ‘Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions’. I give it 4 naughty, tied up cheerleaders out of 5, and at $0.99 this hot read doesn’t break the bank.

Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out Christie St Claire’s website and see the catalog of her naughty cheerleader stories!

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On Writing: Chapters

Note Taking

by Reed James

A book is nothing more than a collection of scenes woven together for a narrative purpose. How these scenes are organized, paced, and divided into chapters greatly affects both the tone and the flow of the novel. Figuring out how to choose where your chapter breaks are can be one of the toughest decisions. There is a lot of advice out there, but what’s right for you and your work?

Short chapters can give an sense of urgency, propelling the story. Long chapters can give a story a sense of weight, a slow fire slowly bringing the kettle to a boil. The pacing of your scenes and chapters is so very important. So how do you make that decision? Some people live by the 5k rule. Studies show that most readers have about a half-hour to read before bed and prefer to stop at the end of a chapter. 5K words is what the average person reads in a half-hour. But is that the right way?

A chapter needs to have its own life and purpose. It’s there to accomplish a task. When I write a chapter, I have a mini-theme and story I want this chapter to convey and it will be as long or as short as it needs to be to get the job done. Perhaps its an action chapter, or maybe it’s setup where I’m weaving several characters to the verge of collusion. The most important thing is to be true to the story your telling. If it’s a fast paced thriller, use short chapters, if it’s a long epic, stretch it out a bit. I’ve seen a chapter that’s 190 pages long in the hardback edition. It was a single battle, the chapter seemed to never end, making me feel the exhausting, unending brutality that the characters felt. I have seen other chapters that were but a single sentence of even a single word. A word so important, so profound to the story, the author gives it such weight by having it exist as a single chapter.

What’s really important, once you have your pacing, is how you end the chapter. While most readers may want chapters to let them take a break, you should ended it so they’re wanting more. When people say a book is a page turner, they mean that at the end of every chapter was a cliffhanger that made the itch to find out what happened next. “Just one more chapter,” becomes the mantra. It doesn’t have to a life or death cliffhanger, but maybe it’s a question asked, a sudden twist, an unexpected character showing up, or a character breaking down on the verge of being crushed under the weight of their problems. Keep them reading. That’s really the most important thing.

If you were wondering about the 190 page chapter, ‘A Memory of Light’ by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson. I’m blanking on a one word chapter that I’ve read. I feel it was a Steven King novel. Google is failing me in this regard. The only one I can find is ‘Misery’ and I never read that one.

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How Hot is… ‘Doctor Next Door’?

How hot is… ‘Doctor Next Door’?

by J. D. Grayson

reviewed by Reed James

object001_2Dr. Lucas Aiden, a 45-year old widower, though handsome, has given up on love after his wife’s death. However, watching his daughter Kate and her friend Ella wash his BMW in skimpy bikinis, desires stir in the Doctor. Ella was beautiful, and reminds him of his departed wife. Kate sees the lustful looks of her dad, and hatches a plan. Her dad, a Gynecologist, needs a volunteer to train his new Physician’s Assistant in performing Gynecological exams, and Kate thinks Ella would be the perfect candidate.

The story is nothing new, a widower meets a new woman, they get set up by his daughter, etc. We all know this tale, but Grayson takes it into some hot, and very naughty, directions. From Ella’s arousing medical exam, to bondage and domination, with a little girl-on-girl thrown in for good measure, this story keeps you right on the erotic edge, eagerly awaiting what new, sexy situation Ella and Dr. Aiden find themselves in next.

My only complaint, and its really my own personal preference, is the story’s POV. It’s 3rd person and slips between the three characters thoughts between paragraphs. It’s always clear whose thoughts your inhabiting, but I prefer the more unreliable narration of 3rd person limited or 1st person. But this is minor, and in no way detracted from my enjoyment of the story.

With a mix of hot, steamy, and very naughty sex, and a sweet story of two souls fumbling to find love, this book has something for everyone’s tastes. I give it 4.5 out of 5 flames. At $2.99 cents ‘Doctor Next Door’ will give your eReader a scorching-hot examination!

Available from Amazon and Smashwords. And check out J. D. Grayson’s website and see the catalog of his very exciting, and naughty, books.

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How Hot is… ‘Playful Punishments’?

How hot is… ‘Playful Punishments’?

by John Satisfy

reviewed by Reed James

9bde466ce9d7a213898f2d0c5afbb07fec3187f9-thumbThis short story collection (and I mean short) has the theme of spanking. The stories are short, to the point, and very erotic. There’s no plot or character development. This is stripped down, bare-bones erotica. John Satisfy draws you into the sheer, erotic delight of a couple enjoying a disciplining relationship.

The stories are written with a very unique style that I found to work very well. It’s a mix of first and second person, and I think it’ll make an exciting read for both men and women. In each story an unnamed man is disciplining an unnamed woman. The man’s part is written in first person, making it very easy to become the man spanking the beautiful woman. The woman’s part, on the other hand, is written in second person, and it makes you feel like you are the one being disciplined by the narrator.

Of the three stories, my favorite was ‘Red, White, and You,’ set on a boat during the a Fourth of July celebration. It’s the longest, and has one of my favorite kinks: forced exhibitionism. The other two stories are pretty hot. ‘Office Discipline’ seems to be a boss dealing with a secretary, and the second story, ‘Punishment for Being Lazy’, is very short, but very hot.

My only complaint is the brevity. The three stories combined are about how long I like my erotica to be, with some character development and plot, and each left me wanting to read more about these characters, particularly ‘Office Discipline’. I love an nice abusive of authority story. But I can’t deny how effective John Satisfy’s style is at sucking you in and making you feel like you’re one of the characters. It’s a stroke story, and completely unashamed about that.

I give it 4 out of 5 flames. At only $0.99 cents ‘Playful Punishments’ will heat your eReader up nicely.

Available from Smashwords and Amazon and check out John Satisfy’s blog.

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Naughty Wife’s Surprise (Naughty Wives 2) Sample

naughtywives2coverHere’s a sample of my upcoming erotica, ‘Naughty Wife’s Surprise’. It’s Friday again, and Frank and Evie are looking to have more naughty fun. Last week, everything changed for the couple. Frank had watched his wife be very naughty with the Black cop, and he learned just how hot it was to watch her with another man. But now its Frank’s turn to have some fun, and he wants to bring another woman into their bed. After last week, Evie’s more than happy to do whatever her husband wants, she’ll even be his slave, and find out just how much naughty fun two wives can get into.

Contains explicit depictions of bondage, exhibitionism, cheating, domination, spanking, threesomes, oral sex, anal sex, and wife watching.

The exciting, and very explicit, sequel to ‘Roleplay Gone Wrong’!

Friday was dragging along as slowly as Wednesday and Thursday had, and Evie was a bundle of excited energy as she played scenario after scenario in her head, trying to figure out what her husband had planned for tonight. It was so rare for him to come up with one of their games. While she liked to be submissive in the bedroom, she was the dominant one in their marriage, making most of the minor decision: where to eat, which social event to attend, what type of sex game to play. Frank was a laid back guy, content to let her make those sort of decisions most of the time.

He must have thought of something really kinky, she decided, and it involves someone else. All week her husband had been having hushed phone calls with a mysterious person. She had resisted the urge to snoop on his phone and figure out whom he’d been talking to. Maybe he’s found a woman to join us. Perhaps one of his coworkers? She always suspected Carol from his office as having a crush on him. And she was a leggy woman that all the guys, her husband included, panted after.

The thought of being with a woman excited her. She had been curious in the past, and even kissed a a girl, Michelle Sanders, in college. Then she had met Frank her Sophomore year, and her curiosity for women had been driven out of her head by this great guy she was dating.

The final hour of work seemed to last an eternity. She glanced at the cloak twenty times a minute, urging the minute hand to move faster. When Five o’clock finally arrived, she was off like cheetah after a gazelle, almost running to the elevator. The ride down to the parking garage seemed to last forever. The moment the door’s opened, she called Frank. Her phone rang, and rang, and rang.

She frowned. He did tell me to call, so why isn’t he answering?

She reached her Audi, worry nibbling at her stomach, when he finally picked up, and barked, “The safeword is ‘matrimony’.”

“Okay,” she answered, and a thrill filled her—more bondage!

“Okay, Master,” he snapped.

“Sorry, Master!” she gasped. Pleasure shivered through her body straight down to between her thighs; he sounded so strong, so powerful. She pressed her thighs together; her clit suddenly aching.
There was a sound in the background, like someone sucking on a lollipop.

“In the trunk of your car is an outfit,” Frank continued; his voice grown husky. “You will strip naked right there in the parking garage, and put it on.”

She hesitated. She wasn’t alone in the parking garage, and the thought of some stranger seeing her naked only made the ache between her legs grow. “Yes, Master,” she purred, surrendering control to her husband.

“That’s a good slave,” moaned her husband. “Now lick my balls.”

“What, Master?” Evie asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“I was talking to my other slave,” he chuckled. “She has her pretty tongue running across my balls right now. You better hurry home, or they’ll be no cum for you to share.”

She pictured leggy Carol on her knees, licking his balls while he sat on his recliner. Jealousy surged inside of her. That’s my cock she’s sucking! Then she imagined herself kneeling next to the woman, sharing her Master’s cock and taking turns licking his shaft. Maybe their tongues would brush, their lips would meet, and they would kiss around his dick. She shivered, breathing in, and she could smell her spicy arousal; her panties were drenched with her lust.

Her hands flew to the buttons of her blouse. She had to get home as fast as possible. With her blouse hanging open, she pulled her keys out of her purse, and popped the Audi’s trunk open. She carelessly threw her blouse into the compartment, and found a package from their favorite sex shop. She opened it up, and blushed.

I can’t wear this in public!

“Suck my cock some more, slave!” her husband moaned through the phone. “You better hurry, Evie. This little whore knows how to suck cock! I’m not going to last long.”

Evie didn’t want the hussy to have his cum all to herself; she reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. The parking garage air was cold on her breasts, but that wasn’t why her nipples were as hard as diamonds. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she unzipped her skirt. The shame went straight to her vulva, igniting a bonfire inside her. Her skirt fell down her legs. She stood in her work’s parking garage wearing only her panties, and felt like a complete tramp.

She took a deep breath. I can stop this. One word.

She slid her frilly panties down her legs, the gusset drenched with her lust.

The elevator dinged; footsteps echoed through the parking garage. She flushed, leaning into her trunk. Part of her wanted to be seen – the part controlled by her aching pussy, begging her to be free, and let a complete stranger, or even a coworker, see her naked glory – but the rationale part of Evie, her brain, feared the consequences to her career. The mix of danger and excitement was intoxicating; she couldn’t resist sliding a finger between her labia.

The footsteps grew louder, and she was all to aware of her husband’s deep moans coming from her phone. She never realized how loud the speaker on her smart phone was until this exact moment. The stranger was going to hear and investigate; her pussy dripped in anticipation.

“Suck it harder, whore!” her husband moaned. “Damn, Evie. This slave could suck the paint off the side of a house.”

She pulled out a leather corset from the bag, similar to the one she wore last Friday. Only the bodice of this corset was made with a fishnet mesh. The footsteps grew softer, moving away. She gave a sigh of that was a mix of relief and disappointment, then pulled the corset over her body, lacing it up the front. The mesh pressed tight against her round tits, and she could see her pale flesh bulging through the gaps along with her hard, pink nipples. The corset ended at her bellybutton, and two garters hung down. She glanced in the bag; there were no panties, only a pair thigh-high fishnet stockings and a leather slave collar.

Frank grunted, and the mystery woman sucked nosily on his cock. “Deep-throat me, slut! Yes, that’s it!”

“I can’t wear this on the drive home,” Evie complained. Her stomach churned with fear; her pussy churned with lust. “There’s no bottom, and you can see my nipples clear as day.”

“Your windows are tinted,” Frank answered. “And if you get pulled over, I’m sure you know how to get out of trouble. Say the word, and you don’t have to do this. It’s your choice, Evie.”

She flushed; her pussy ached too much to stop now. She grabbed the fishnet stockings, pulling them up her sleek thighs, and clipped them to the corset’s garters. Then she pulled the last item out of the bag—the slave collar. She starred at it clutched in her trembling hands. The collar was made of black leather, dotted with metal studs, and a short length of chain dangled from the front. This thing was designed to degrade, and to make her feel like a bitch—Frank’s bitch.

It’s my choice.

Evie secured the collar tight about her throat, the chain rattling. The leather was cold against her skin, and a degrading shame went straight through her, ending at her throbbing clitoris. She needed relief, and pressed her burning groin against the side of her car.

She climaxed the moment the cold metal touched her hot clitoris.

“Oh god, Frank!” Evie screamed, her voice echoing through the garage. Waves of passion pounded through her, and she didn’t care if she was heard; she just needed to shout her submission to her husband as loud as she could “Oh, Frank! I’m your slave tonight!”

“Good! Hurry home!” The phone went dead.

Available for preorder at Smashwords, and releases at most ebook retailers on 5-19-14

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