The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Vol. 3 is LIVE

Dirty30V3CoverThe Sexy Librarian, Rose Caraway, has a brand new catalog of erotic adventures for you to choose from! Including my sexy heist story “In the Rough.”

Come inside, experience the breadth, inspiration, and excitement of superb erotic storytelling. Browse the card catalog. Find the perfect story to suit your mood, with subjects tantalizingly indexxxed to whet your appetite!

Lose yourself in these thirty risqué adventures, loaded with fabulous characters in provocative situations. Get ravished by flirty-frills and sassy petticoats in our hot bodice-ripper romance. Keep it strictly confidential as you fall in love with a dangerous undercover spy. Feel your heart quiver as you lust after two brothers on the lone frontier. The choice is yours in this library of sexy-sharp stories!

Aphoristic and lively, these tales are perfect for a mid-day quickie or an evening kiss before bed. Do you have twenty minutes for a brazenly sexy jewelry heist? Or maybe take that once in a lifetime cruise vacation and discover that mermaids really do exist! You can savor the heat rising in your cheeks as you confess your deepest desires to the town priest, then finish-off your evening with a run in Central Park and stumble upon a house made of…gingerbread?

FEATURING: Ria Restrepo, Janine Ashbless, T.D. Rudolph, Kenzie Mathews, T.C. Mill, Alex Slaine, Lynn Lake, Kendel Davi, Terrance Aldon Shaw, Rachel Woe, Eddie Monotone, Romey Petite, Chase Morgan, Clare London, Silas Bliss, Dr. J., Sommer Marsden, Eliza David, Alegra Verde, Kiki DeLovely, Emma Chaton, M.P. Clifton, Emily L. Byrne, Saskia Walker, Jaap Boekestein. Maxim Jakubowski, Alexa B. Forde, t s cummings, Jaycee Amore, and Janie James.

Available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited

 


Read an excerpt from my erotic story “In the Rough.”

The intruder spun around, his face hidden behind a black ski mask. Vashti backtracked through the doorway. The man moved toward her, pausing to switch off the lights. Her blood pounded in her ears. She ran for the phone, but he caught up to her, pinning her arms to her sides.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he growled, anchoring her to the desk with his weight. Pens, loupes, and diamond scopes dug into her abdomen. Then she spotted Gorski’s coffee mug.

Flailing her legs, she managed to loosen one arm as he moved to evade her feet. Seizing the mug, she pivoted and pitched it at his temple.

“Fuck!” He ripped the mug from her grasp.

Shifting onto her back, Vashti tore the mask from the man’s head and slapped him hard across the face—

His familiar face.

The well-dressed patron from earlier that evening scowled. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

He withdrew a handful of cable ties from his pocket and hauled her over to Gorski’s chair. In a matter of seconds, he’d secured her wrists and ankles, though she’d manage to knock him back twice in the process.

The man raked a gloved hand through his hair. “What the hell are you still doing here?”

“Inventory.”

“At eleven-thirty?”

“My boss is kind of a dick.” Under different circumstances, Vashti might’ve found this scenario arousing. Now, it was all she could do to keep from dry heaving. “Are you going to hurt me?”

The man avoided eye contact like a window shopper who’d only stopped in to try on something extravagant.

“You’ve seen my face,” he said. “That makes you a liability.”

Fear sank like a stone in Vashti’s stomach. “You’re going to kill me?”

“I don’t know.” He paced around like a caged animal. Vashti had a hunch the man was in over his head.

“Well,” she said, “how would you do it? Stabbing would be messy. Maybe strangulation? A gunshot to the head?”

“Do you see a gun anywhere?”

“No.” She swallowed hard. “And I don’t see a killer either.”

He stopped pacing and came to stand between her knees.

“Want to bet your life on that?” He studied her mouth. “I should’ve gagged you.”

“Why? It’s not like I’m screaming. You want to clean the place out? Fine by me. I couldn’t care less about Gorski’s bottom line. You want assurance that I’m not going to rat you out? Untie me and I’ll help you ransack the place. We can split everything fifty-fifty.”

He cocked the eyebrow that wasn’t glowing from where she’d struck him. “You’re kidding.”

“Look, the security cameras run on an analog system. Once we’re finished, I’ll give you the tape. Consider it leverage. Turning you in would mean incriminating myself.”

Time held its breath. He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a large folding knife. Vashti’s throat closed like a fist.

“Eighty-twenty,” he said.

She squinted. “Seventy-thirty.”

He slid the knife beneath her wrist and severed the tie.

Read this story and many others in the Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, Vol. 3, available now on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

Bet You Can’t Have Just One

ChemSexV2Cover It’s finally here!

The official release of Chemical [se]X 2 Just One More. A collection of fourteen lip-smacking tales of smutty goodness that will have you saying Mmm…

So much time and expertise went into this project from every angle, starting with the idea and the writing. to the editing and formatting and even the cover design. Not to mention marketing and promotion!

The ladies behind ChemSexV2 are total BAMFs, and I’m so proud and privileged to be able to call them Sisters.

We’ve all worked very hard to bring you the best collection of erotica that we can whip up. Go ahead. Have a taste.

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My own contribution to the anthology is a tale about two strangers who find themselves in need of release in the right place at the right time.

Tessa, a hotel maid, and Aaron, the younger man staying in one of her rooms, are already attracted to one another when they come across the special truffles.

But with the extra push from sinfully delicious chocolates, all their inhibitions drop away, and what happens next is pure indulgence…


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Wading In: An Homage to Hot Summer Nights, at Bellesa.co

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As summer cedes to fall, I find myself reaching for what I consider to be quintessential “autumn reads.” Ghost stories, psychological thrillers, epic love sagas. I recently finished Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, which I enjoyed (though not as much as Gone Girl) and my beloved copy of The Time Traveler’s Wife has been whispering to me from its spot on the shelf. The trees are burning gold, and I’ve had to bring the space heater up from the basement so I can continue to write on the porch.

Yes, fall is in the air. But before you pack away the shorts and swimwear, allow me to coax you back into summer’s embrace for a few moments with my new short story, “Wading In.”

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Once again, I’ve partnered with Bellesa to bring you this steamy story about an independent woman named Lorelai, who has vowed to put her pleasure first in the wake of a difficult break-up.

When the heat of the night reaches a fever pitch, she sneaks into her neighbor’s pool for a midnight skinny dip. To her surprise, she’s not the only one looking to cool off under the cover of darkness: her handsome new neighbor, Will, has the same idea. And while Lorelai doesn’t need a helping hand to get herself off, she can’t help wondering if it might be time to let someone get close enough to touch.

“Strange things happen to your body when you go a long time without physical contact. After the cravings subside, you start to forget what it feels like to be touched…”

Read an excerpt below:

Tossing back the sheet, I rose from the bed and threw on a T-shirt and shorts. Pippa lifted her head from where she lay sprawled out on her dog bed. I told her to stay, then padded downstairs, out the back door and into the night.

The moon was bright enough to see by. I didn’t bother trying the gate in case I tripped the censor light on Alma Crowley’s garage. Instead, I opted for the stepladder I’d been using to paint my shutters.

Once I was over the fence, I moved silently across her yard, though I doubted she could hear me with all her windows closed. Moonlight glinted off the ripples on the built-in pool. Feeling giddy, I stripped out of my tank top and shorts, and made my way around to the shallow end of the pool.

A soft moan floated from my lips as I descended the four large steps. Even at lukewarm, the water felt delicious against my hot skin. Dunking under to wet my hair, I propelled myself toward the center of the pool, then resurfaced. I wiped the water from my eyes and breathed a contented sigh.

“Feels great, doesn’t it?”

“Jesus!” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Will’s voice. I scanned the water until I spotted him, tucked around the bend in the kidney-shaped pool. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you are,” he said. “Taking a midnight dip. Sorry if I scared you.”

He didn’t sound sorry. He sounded amused. I moved to cover myself, though I doubted he could see me in the dark. “Why didn’t you announce yourself?”

“Calling out wouldn’t have been very smart, since I’m not supposed to be here. And seeing as how you snuck in over the fence, I’m guessing neither are you.”

“Not exactly.”

Will swam away from the side, pushing himself toward the center, toward me. His teeth glinted. “Honestly? I was admiring the view.”

“Were you, now?” My tongue felt clumsy, too big for my mouth. Figures, the one thing I was trying to avoid would be waiting for me in the place I wasn’t allowed to go. It was like fate was challenging me to sin harder. And there was no denying that Will was sexy as sin.

He sidled up to me, the drops of water on his well-toned chest and arms sparkling like diamonds. “I know you were checking me out on your nightly walks with Pippa.”

I aimed my smile at the water. He’d remembered my dog’s name. “Was I that obvious?”

“No. I only noticed because I was checking you out, too.”

A warm shiver rippled across my skin; I felt as though I’d been dropped into a glass of champagne. I floated onto my back before I recalled that I was naked.

My nipples puckered to tight peaks. I wondered if Will was staring at my breasts, licking his lips and imagining what they might taste like. Arousal skittered like pebbles in a rainstick from the apex of my thighs to the tips of my fingers and toes.

“You know,” he said, “the first time I saw you I couldn’t take my eyes off you, especially your legs.”

My legs had always been one of my best features. I’d often wear skirts when I walked Pippa, hoping Will might notice. I righted myself in the water, planting my feet so I could press my thighs together.

Will swam closer. “I thought about you later that night. About what it would feel like to kneel in front of you on the sidewalk and have you drape your skirt over my head. I wondered what color panties you’d be wearing.”

I wondered if Will could read the desire on my face as clearly as I could read his, plain as white chalk on blacktop. I took a shuddering breath. “Have you thought about me since then?”

Will nodded. “Every night.”

Revisit those hot summer nights with my new erotic short story “Wading In” at Bellesa.co!

This One is Personal: Dancing With Myself, a Self-Love Erotica Anthology

I’ll be honest, dear reader. This one is personal.

My short story “Unconventional Methods” isn’t autobiographical, per se. However, I did delve a great deal into my own experience to write it. I set out to present a relationship between two people, each confronted with their own unique challenges, who have managed to form a deep, tangible connection without the benefits of touch.

Daniel is English, a Dominant, an amputee and a veteran. Sierra is an able-bodied American submissive coping with mental illness. She is a character, a proxy, but her struggle with social anxiety is a reality for many. It has been for me.

In my experience, social anxiety isn’t just a distaste for crowds or feeling awkward at parties. It’s a full-body response, the desperate need to retreat from the moment you step out the door. To quote my protagonist, it’s “Fight-or-flight at the ice cream shop, where the line is long and the pressure is on so you pick the first thing on the menu, though it’s not what you want, and then you hate yourself almost as much as you hate butter-pecan.”

So, why a story about self-loathing in a collection that’s meant to be about self-love?

Because in the face of crippling isolation, our heroine Sierra has found a way to connect. With the aid of a camera, an Internet connection and a little imagination, she and Daniel have fashioned a Dom/sub relationship that works for them. They support each other and accept each other. They love each other, and it is through this mutual acceptance, love, and support that Sierra is able to find the strength to believe in herself.

Self-love. Self-lust. Self-exploration. This anthology is a celebration of the private—and at times, not-so-private—dance we all know the moves to because we’ve been choreographing it since we realized we had bodies and the capacity for pleasure.

It brings me great pleasure to announce that Dancing With Myself, edited by Jillian Boyd for Sexy Little Pages, is now available in print and ebook.

SADLY, THIS ANTHOLOGY IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE, BUT YOU CAN READ “UNCONVENTIONAL METHODS” FOR FREE ON BELLESA.CO
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Nine sizzling, sexy stories of self-love and self-discovery, edited by (and with a story from) Jillian Boyd, featuring Dena Hankins, T.C. Mill, Jordan Monroe, Leandra Vane, LN Bey, Jones, Hollis Queens and Rachel Woe.

In this sensually spellbinding collection, nine authors explore just a couple of the ways one can get themselves off – stories that don’t just hone in on the how, but explore the why, and the “oh… oh my.” Dancing with Myself delves into the heads and between the sheets of a long-distance submissive and her dominant, a cam girl reminiscing, an artist entranced with her unusual subjects and many more.

 

Read an excerpt from “Unconventional Methods” below:

His gaze drifts around the screen. “That chemise looks incredible on you, by the way.”

I glance down at the pearlescent silk top and matching shorts. Gone are the tattered tees and flannel pajamas I used to wear to bed. I now have an entire chest of drawers dedicated to undergarments, delicately folded and arranged by color and type. I’ve imagined Daniel running his fingers over the impossibly smooth materials before asking the salespeople to wrap each piece carefully for transport.

My nipples tighten into points, and I know he can see them. The longing in his gaze is unmistakable.

“Stand so I can look at you,” he says. I set the package on the desk and rise, the fabric caressing my skin as I move. “Turn for me.”

I pivot slowly, careful to keep my outfit within the webcam’s view. Every inch of me is an offering, every word from my mouth an homage. By the time I make it back around, he only has one hand on the desk in front of him.

Tension gathers between my thighs. He smooths his closely cropped beard.

“Now,” he says, “let me see those gorgeous nipples.”

My breath catches; my clit throbs. I want to rub myself but he hasn’t ordered me to, and although we’re an ocean apart and my hands are still my own, I will have to wait because that’s what I’ve agreed to do. I slide the chemise’s delicate straps off my shoulders, one by one, then draw the garment away from my breasts.

Daniel holds his tongue between his teeth. “Touch them.”

I lift and knead my breasts. My nipples tingle as I flick them gently with the tips of my forefingers, drawing a line of pleasure from my breasts to my core. I close my eyes and imagine that they’re Daniel’s fingers, Daniel’s palms. A soft moan floats from my mouth.

“Pinch them,” he says. I squeeze my nipples and flinch at the jolt of pain. He leans toward his laptop screen. “Again. Harder.”

I obey, biting my lips together to stop myself from making too much noise.

“God, that makes my cock ache,” he says, eyes half-lidded. I smile. My pain turns him on, and knowing he’s rock-hard and happy turns me on. He sits back in his chair, both hands on the desk in front of him. “You may open your present now.”

Frustration and curiosity vie for space inside me. Curiosity wins.

Hot and bothered? Grab yourself copy of Dancing With Myself today. READ THE STORY FOR FREE ON BELLESA.CO

 

 

Longtime readers please note: an early version of this story was previously featured in a two-part blog post on this site. It has since been removed and thoroughly revised for publication.

Happy Book Birthday to The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2

The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2 is available now in ebook, with print and audiobook editions to follow. If handsome professors, sex toys, and stubborn submissives are your thing, you’ll want to check out my very sexy erotic short “Continuing Education,” inspired by countless fantasies dreamed up in regrettably less titillating lecture halls of yore.

Really, it’s a wonder I made it through college.

“Panic set in…

Izumi could feel her clit pulsing in anticipation of the orgasm that now dangled out of reach. Perhaps if she were able to rock her hips, but not with all these people here, their knees and shoulders and stale coffee breath pressing in on her.

Miles flashed Izumi a knowing grin. “I hope you were taking notes.”

Read this story and many more in The Big Book of Submission, Vol 2 from Cleis Press!

Whether you’re simply curious about submission or regularly revel in the delights of BDSM, these 69 erotic short stories about submissives will turn you on.

From participating in a musical recital that takes a very kinky turn to making a grocery run while using sex toys to indulging in a risqué office encounter during working hours, these subs delight in obeying (or deliberately disobeying) their masters and mistresses in public and in private. They’re rewarded and punished the most wicked of ways that will leave you breathless. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, with stories by Selena Kitt, Jade A. Waters, Dorothy Freed, and Sommer Marsden, among other talented writers, The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2 offers arousing tales that delve deep into the thrills of spanking, bondage, power dynamics, service, exhibitionism, erotic adventure, and much more.

Available in ebook from these retailers:

Amazon Kindle U.S. | Nook | Google Play | iBooks | Kobo | Amazon Canada Kindle | Amazon UK Kindle

Pre-order the print edition, coming January 9th:

Amazon U.S. | Barnes and Noble | IndieBound | Amazon Canada | Amazon UK
♥ Audiobook edition coming soon ♥

“House Rules” Now Available!

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I am pleased to announce that my short, kinky story “House Rules” is now available as part of Insatiable Press’s first original anthology exploring women’s secret fantasies, Surprising Myself.

Read an excerpt!

Cole’s gaze narrowed. “So, Maddy, tell me what you’re into.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Standard stuff, I guess,” I said. “Bondage, S&M, submission. Spanking.”

His lip quirked. “You want to be spanked.”

My buzz was wearing off. I wiped the sweat from my upper lip, hoping he hadn’t noticed it, which was silly because we were practically on top of each other. I was tired of talking and having the spotlight focused solely on me. “What about you? I’m sure the sex you and your fiancé had put everything you did with Ashley to shame.”

“My ex wasn’t into it.”

“Oh.” I paused. “How long were you two together?”

Cole’s gaze dropped. “A year and a half.”

“Can I ask what happened?” I needed to hear him say it.

Cole sighed. “I scened with someone else. We didn’t have sex, but we may as well have, as far as my ex was concerned. She was right, in a lot of ways. There was some emotional infidelity.” He studied his hands. “It’d been so long. I just…needed the release. I never wanted to hurt her.” He grunted. “I mean, I did. That was kind of the problem.”

Cole scrubbed his guilt-ridden face. I couldn’t condone his behavior, but I could relate. For years I’d placed myself in relationships with men who couldn’t give me what I wanted. I thought I was being practical, but in truth, I was afraid — afraid that the things I wanted were too extreme, too strange, too hard to find, so why bother?

Eventually, I stopped dating altogether. Vanilla sex left me hollow. I wanted to be filled to bursting.

I took a deep breath and touched Cole’s knee. “I’m sorry. I know how it feels to repress who you are in order to fit someone else’s mold of what’s acceptable, and I know what it is to deny yourself the things you want most. But you shouldn’t have to.”

Cole stared at my hand. “Why do you deny yourself?”

“Fear mostly. And the belief that what I want most is something I can never have.”

“And what do you want?” Cole studied me, his eyes hungry for something I couldn’t put into words. I only knew I wanted to give it to him.

“Release.”

He wetted his lips. “Madeline, when you played with your exes, did you use a safe word?”

“Yes.”

“What was it?”

I swallowed hard.

“Mercy.”

Product Description: Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What’s yours? Whether it’s several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding ménage scene or the allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze. From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, Surprising Myself brings you stories from 13 hot new writers to watch out for and just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.

Surprising Myself (ed. by Matthew Cooper) is available in ebook and audiobook formats from Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble and Audible.