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How Hot is… “Ella’s First Exam”?

How hot is… ‘Ella’s First Exam’?

by Caelia Portier

reviewed by Reed James

 
penaltiesElla Smith is eighteen, and going to her first gynecological exam after being browbeaten by her mom. Ella doesn’t understand why she has to go since she’s an eighteen-year-old virgin. Gynecologist are for older women, not for a young woman that hasn’t even figured out her own sexuality yet. But what Ella doesn’t know is she’s about to get a crash course an all sorts of naughty fun thanks to Dr. Billings and his attractive nurse (and wife) Tammy.

Dr. Billings and his wife/nurse guide Ella through her sexual awakenings. Caelia captures Ella’s growing attraction to the pair, and the way the doctor and the nurse set about their deliberate seduction (camouflaged as an innocent exam) of the naive woman. If you’re looking for steamy, doctor’s exam turned into a hot menage then this is the story for you!

This is Caelia Portier’s first outing into self-published erotica, and there are a few grammar errors (the same ones that crop up in my work), but they in no way detracted from my enjoyment of her story. Her prose flowed wonderfully well, and very descriptive! I’m eager to read Ella’s Second Examination, and find out if the Billings can help this sweet, young woman discover her sexual identity!

I give it 4.5 out of 5 flames. At $2.99 ‘Ella’s First Exam’ will give your eReader a sexy, medical exam that will leave you wanting more naughty fun in the doctor’s office!

Available from Amazon and Smashwords, and check out Cecelia’s webpage to see her catalog of exciting books.

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Sample for ‘My Test-Drive Lover’ by Reed James

secucingwomencover2Here’s a sample of my upcoming erotica, ‘My Test-Drive Lover’. Aurora is back, and looking to sweep another straight women off her feet. At that opportunity arrives in the stunningly gorgeous Ashley, wife of a newly-rich software engineer. Her husband’s looking to buy a new toy, an expensive Ferrari, and she just wants to find someway to relieve the boredom. Aurora has the perfect idea, and takes Ashley on a test drive she’ll never forget! Contains explicit, and very steamy, lesbian sex that will melt your eReader with its heat!

Contains explicit depictions of lesbians, Seduction, Kissing, Fingering, Pussy Licking, Cunnilingus, Anallingus, Rimming, Strap-on, Sex Toy, Dildo, Strap-on Fucking, Nipple Play, Cuckolding

The exciting, and very explicit, sequel to ‘The Girl at the Bar’!
I closed my lips, not wanting to look like a complete mouth breather. But she was just so…stunning. She wore a stylish, plum jacket over a dark-purple sweater that clung to a very nice, and very sizable, pair of breasts. A black miniskirt hugged her curvy rear, and purple leggings wrapped tight about sleek legs. She clung to the arm of a short, Asian man with thick glasses and a big grin on his face. He was dressed in khaki pants and a buttoned down, plaid shirt.

Thanks to Amazon and Microsoft, Seattle was transforming into a second Silicon Valley, and newly rich software engineers were buying themselves expensive toys. It’s why Ferrari of Puyallup existed. All these newly rich were buying expensive houses in the foothills that had stunning views of Mount Rainier.

Douchebag Victor led the couple to a metallic, light-blue California T convertible. The blonde looked around, sighing as her boyfriend or husband started peppering Victor with question after question. My eyes kept falling to her tight tush as she shifted her weight. That black skirt hugged her as tight as a lover.
My hands itched to hold her so intimately.

My phone rang and rang. I reached out robotically. “Ferrari of Puyallup, I’m Aurora, how can I help you?”

The man on the line said something. I was too entranced by the blonde to really pay attention. So I just made an affirmative sound. The guy starting talking about some problem with his Ferrari, and I kept saying, “Uh huh,” and “I’m sorry to hear that,” at what felt like the appropriate times. I wondered what the blonde’s lips would taste like. What type of a kisser was she? Would she nibble on my lips, or would she be aggressive and thrust her tongue into my mouth? My nipples hardened, and I squirmed in my seat, trying to covertly scratch the itch between my thighs.

The blonde wandered away from her husband—he was still pestering Victor—and made a languorous circuit through the showroom, trying to find something interesting amidst the various Ferraris. She stopped in front of the F12berlinetta, a sleek, high-powered sports car. An absolutely gorgeous creature, bright red, with a beast of a V12 engine. The F12’s grill reminded me of a lioness grinning at her prey, and it’s low slung curves made the car seem tense, ready to pounce.

“Just bring it in,” I told the guy on the phone. An idea had popped into my head. “Our repair department will figure out what’s wrong. Okay. I hope you have a great day.”

“Are you even listening…” I hung up on the customer.

I pulled my compact out of my purse, and quickly checked my makeup and hair. I looked gorgeous; my makeup light, just enhancing my natural beauty, though my lipstick looked a bit dun. I pulled out a vibrant red, and carefully applied it. The red transformed my face from pretty to vivacious, and set off my green eyes. I stood up, undoing the first button on my sky-blue, silk blouse, then a second. I quickly adjusted my bra, pushing my breasts up to increase my cleavage, then I strolled with confidence across the showroom.

“Hi, I’m Aurora,” I greeted as bubbly as possible. “Can I help you with anything, miss?”

“Hmm,” the blonde blinked; her eyes were a deep blue-gray that I could get lost, in like a ship at sea in a deep fog bank. “Oh, hi. It’s missus, actually. I’m Ashley, and that’s my husband Hideki.”

“Nice to meet you.” Ashley. What a great name. Ashley and Aurora. We would sound so cute together. “So you’re interested in the F12berlinetta?”

“Oh, no. Just browsing. My husband’s going to take forever to make up his mind. He has to know every last variable before he can make a decision. I expect to be here a few hours.” She sighed, a look of resignation on her face. “But he just got a huge bonus, and he deserves this reward after all his hard work.”

Hours, huh. Perfect. “That has to suck for you though.”

She shrugged. “He’s a great guy. He’s just…”

“Boring?”

“Well, no.” She blushed. “He can be…interesting, in the right circumstances. But he’s not very, um, spontaneous. He has to plan out everything. And…”

“And what girl doesn’t like a pleasant surprise?”

Ashley nodded. “Is that too much to ask? To have a little excitement in my life.”

“Nope.” I grinned at her. “Why don’t we go for a test drive? Trust me, driving a Ferrari is as exciting as life can get. Well, outside of sex anyways.”

She gave me a weird look, and slowly said, “I don’t know.” She glanced back at her husband.

“Come on, isn’t this a gorgeous car?” I asked her. “Wouldn’t you love to drive her?”

“I guess,” she shrugged, only sparing a glance for the F12.

“Oh, come on,” I smiled, grasping her shoulders, and turned her to face the side. She wore a light perfume, very flowery and very enchanting. “Look at how magnificent this creature is. She’s a lioness, full of power. Ready to roar and show the world how amazing she is.”

“Well…” She shrugged again.

I took Ashley’s hand, and placed it on the hood, guiding her over to the windshield. “Feel these gentle curves. As shapely as any supermodel. And she has power. She can go from 0 to 120 miles-per-hour in eight-and-a-half seconds. 740 horsepower purrs inside her, just waiting for you to make her come to life.”

Her hand was soft, her fingers delicate. I leaned against her, letting my breast press against her arm. Color spotted her cheeks. Her body shifted, my groin brushing against her hip; pleasure trembled through my clit.

“Don’t you just want to make her respond to your touch,” I cooed in her ear, so close her perfume was almost overwhelming me with its loveliness. “Trust me, she’s as responsive as a lover.”

“You’re really…passionate,” Ashley whispered.

“I love to rev a beautiful car’s engine.” I leaned in and whispered, “Almost as much as I love revving a beautiful woman.”

“Oh my, you are wicked,” she giggled and blushed, a pleased smile on her face.

I led her around the car. “And look at her rear. Just perfect. Not too slim. Just enough curves to give her some real character.”

“It is a beautiful car,” Ashley admitted, turning a bit to glance at me; her breast brushed my arm, so soft beneath her sweater. “I take it your a…rear girl, Aurora?”

“I do love a great rear end,” I laughed, brushing almost accidentally against her shapely ass as I walked around her. “But I also love a great pair of wheels, and the F12 has a gorgeous set. Look at how flashy these rims are.”

“They do give her some character,” Ashley smiled, her eyes flicking down to my stocking-clad legs. Then she peered in through the window at the two seats. Like any great, high-performance car, there was no rear seat. Who wants to ruin the intimacy of an exciting drive with company?

“The F12 comes with all the most modern safety features, so you have nothing to be afraid of when you’re inside her.”

“That’s always a plus!”

“I love to make my customers feel safe and relaxed,” I whispered, stroking her arm. “I want you to be perfectly comfortable with all the things I’m going to show you.”

She shivered, licking her red lips. “Like what?”

“These seats!” I exclaimed. “They’re made of the softest, Corinthian leather to cup your body in comfort.”

She blushed. “I thought you meant… Never mind.”

I opened the driver door. “Why don’t you slide in her, and experience just how amazing she is?”

Ashley’s large breasts jiggled wonderfully beneath her sweater as she gracefully climbed into the car. The interior was black leather, and she smiled, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and placing the other on the stick.

I leaned in. She glanced at me and flushed, getting a great view down my blouse. “Isn’t that just a heavenly sight?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she whispered, eyes still glued to my cleavage. “It’s, um, a great dashboard.”

“I’ve always thought so!” I cooed, shifting my shoulders to let my tits sway.

She gave a nervous cough. “I’ve never felt this way about a…car before.” Ashley shifted in the seat. “My, it is comfortable.”

“Wait until you fire this bad girl up,” I purred. “She’s brimming with passion that will make your heart burst with excitement!”

“I can’t wait.” Her voice was breathless, her large chest heaving.

“Let me get the keys.”

I let myself walk slowly towards the office, rolling my hips. I wanted to run, to let my excitement boil over. I had her! I didn’t look back, but I could feel her eyes glued to my ass. There was nothing like awakening a straight woman to the passion only a lesbian could share with her.

“I’m taking the F12 out,” I told Mr. Newman, grabbing the keys off a peg board in the break room. My boss sat at a table, sipping his coffee. He liked to be here, watching the showroom through a one-way mirror. “Got a live one on the hook.”

“Who?” he asked. “Did someone else walk in? I thought the only customers were the couple Victor’s assisting.”

“The wife,” I answered.

“That’s Victor’s commission.”

I grinned, “He’s helping the husband, so I’ll take care of the wife.”

Available for preorder at Smashwords, and purchase at most ebook retailers on 6-16-14

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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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On Writing: Taking Notes

Note Taking

by Reed James

Organization is so very important when it comes to writing. You may think writing is easy. You just sit down and let your fingers fly across the keyboard. But if you really want to write something meaningful (I know, a guy who writes smut is talking about writing something with meaning) you need to take notes.

Have an outline to guide you as you write. It doesn’t have to be super detailed, that’s really up to your own tastes, but you need something down to give direction, to know where your characters are going, what challenges they’ll face, and how experience will change them. I prefer to outline the major points of the story and then see where inspiration takes me as I journey to those points.

Next you should keep notes. If you have a character, say a minor cop that likes to chew a specific brand of tobacco, you should write that down in your notes. You may never even plan on using the character, but down the road you just may realize you need him/her to fulfill some part in your story and you’ll want those notes to keep the character traits consistent. Believe me, someone will spot the discrepancy. Keep notes on everything, descriptions of characters, of places, mannerisms, ticks, fears, relationships. If you do this from beginning, it will save you headaches down the road.

Have a system to find your notes. The most detailed notes in the world will not help you if you can’t locate the information. Whether you write your notes down and keep them in a filing cabinet or you have them as files on your computer, have a system. Use subfolders, consistent file naming, or whatever method you want, just be able to find those notes when you need them.

Do not rely on your memory. If you haven’t written a character in a while, you’re liable to grow fuzzy on some the details. Read your notes, that’s why you wrote them down to begin with. You’re only human and human memory is mutable. It changes, shifts, distorts with time. Maybe you’re that rare person that can hold all those details in your head. Good for you. But I bet the vast majority of us (yes us, I have made this very sin before) just are not capable of doing that.

Readers love consistency. It shows that you care enough to put hard work into your writing. So do the best you can, be the best you can. Whether your writing a novel exploring the myriad aspects of the human spirit or smut, put your all into it. It may be what separates you from the thousands of other writers out there.

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Win a Free Copy of ‘Girl at the Bar’ by Reed James

Win a free copy of my upcoming Girl at the Bar, releasing 04-21-14. Leave a comment below with a good email address by Sunday 04-20-14 8 PM PST and be entered in a drawing to win a copy of new erotica! One person will win and receive their conformation Sunday night!

Aurora sometimes feels like she fall in love a hundred times a day. There are just so many beautiful, vivacious, exciting, and wonderful women out there, and she wants to love them all. Like a butterfly, she flits from flower to flower. She only wishes she could stay in love.

On New Years Eve, she’s out at the bar with her friends and sets eyes on Ursula, a gorgeous, leggy beauty with raven-black hair and emerald green eyes. Aurora’s in love. Only there’s one problem—Ursula has a boyfriend.

Aurora boasts to her friend that she could seduce any woman, no matter how straight, and has her eyes – and her heart – set on Ursula.

Excerpt:
“Just show me, Ursula. Stand behind me and guide my arms. I want to be as good as you are!”

She swallowed. “Isn’t this a bit of a date cliche?”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mon. I thought we were friends. Don’t make it weird.”

“I… Okay.” She moved up behind me, her breath quickening. Good, she’s interested.

I stood at the table, almost trembling in anticipation, as her arms wrapped around me. “Put this arm like this, Aurora,” Ursula instructed, moving my right hand. Then she grabbed my left, sliding it down the stick. She tried to keep her body from pressing against my back, but that was impossible.

She was warm and firm and soft and wonderful. I smelled her perfume, a light, spicy scent that almost made me swoon with its loveliness. Her breath tickled my neck. That wonderful ache intesified between my legs, hungry for her touch. I shifted my hips, letting my rear press into her groin. My heart pounded; my skin tingled. The pool stick was smooth and cool; her hands soft, trembling with her excitement.

Find out if Aurora will be lucky in love and sex in ‘The Girl at the Bar’ by Reed James.

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