“Go and rinse your mouth out…” Jane Gilbert


Today I’m really thrilled to be hosting my great friend, Jane Gilbert, and bringing you an exclusive excerpt from her new release, Scene.

Jane and I met quite by chance – sharing a space to put down our coffee cups – at Eroticon 2012 in London. We discovered we’d both won our tickets and when we got talking, it pretty much seemed we were on a similar wave length. Since then, Jane’s moved to the other side of the world, so I’ve never managed to meet up with her again – but we keep in touch with frequent emails and tweets. And a lot of our back forth has been discussing the possibility of working on a joint project – but this is where we constantly run into a stumbling block. You see, while I write generally light-hearted and sometimes sweetly romantic erotica (yes, okay, the zombies aren’t romantic…I know) – Jane writes the most brilliant dark and sexy stories that flirt on the borders of non-con. And trying to fit our two styles into a joint project…? We’ve yet to find a way!

However, Jane has just published an amazing collection of four fantastically erotic, dark and dirty scenarios – and if I can’t write dark, I certainly love reading it! I adore Jane’s writing and I’m not just saying that because I know her. It’s sharp and crisp, and she literally transports you into the heart of the scene and into the mind of the player. It’s a book I thoroughly recommend!

Here’s a little taster for you to enjoy.





Your cravings. 

Your longings. 

Your need. 

Your shame. 

I see all of you, no matter how hard you try to hide yourself from me. The only question is … who else will? 

Four stories, four women; whose scene will you wish was your own? 


Excerpt from Soap:

I scramble onto the bed and lie my still-damp body down on the rumpled white sheets.

The seconds tick by. Then the minutes.

When he finally reappears the wash of relief makes my eyes prickle. But then I see the soap in his hand. “So,” he says coldly, peeling back the wrapper to reveal a snowy-white bar. “It seems we have two issues.” He crumples the paper and drops it to the floor. “One,” he pins me with his icy blue eyes, “lying.”19225069_s

I shake my head. “I’m so sorry. I had every intention of–”

The frigid look he gives me kills my apology dead.

“Two,” he continues, his mouth twisting with annoyance “your aversion to both my cum and your own.” He takes a step towards the bed and I clutch at the sheet beneath me. “The first,’ he says, placing a knee on the mattress and leaning down to press a palm to my forehead, “I think we can deal with very effectively with this.” He brings the bar of soap to my mouth. “Open.”

I don’t want to. I really don’t. But everything in me aches at his displeasure. His disapproval. Reluctantly, I part my lips.

“The second,” he watches impassively as the acrid chemical taste floods my mouth and my eyes widen in horror at the suds beginning to bubble on my tongue, “I think will require something a little more creative on my part.” He leans in close, his eyes flashing with anger. Oh, God. More and more horrid little bubbles are born as I try not to swallow and saliva begins to pool. “I’m too pissed at you to begin that lesson right now but just know that from tomorrow morning you’re going to be wearing my cum like it’s fucking haute couture.” He pauses. “Do you understand?”

I nod frantically, soap-streaked drool beginning to seep from the corners of my mouth as my teeth gradually sink into the cake’s increasingly soft surface.

He stares at me dispassionately. “I expect you to hold that in your mouth for five more minutes. Don’t you dare drop it and make me more disappointed in you than I already am.”

Disappointed. From your lips, that word has the power to cut me to the quick more than any other.

I begin to sob quietly. Count every awful second, tears trailing down my cheeks as I watch the digits on the alarm clock tick ever more slowly over. The soap is relentless, invading every recess of my mouth and a lifetime seems to pass before the red three becomes a red eight. When he reaches down and unceremoniously plucks the white bar from my lips, my chin is streaked with an unholy mix of sudsy saliva, snot and tears.

“Go and rinse your mouth out.”




Scene is currently free on Kindle Unlimeted.

Jane Gilbert is a Northern-Southern Hemisphere hybrid with a penchant for writing kinky, sexy things. Her first published story, Thorn King, appeared in Cleis Press’ erotic anthology A Princess Bound: Naughty Fairy Tales for Women. Visit Jane at her blog, http://www.behindthechintzcurtain.com, where she rambles about sex, books, kink and life or follow her on Twitter @ChintzCurtain.


Alison on Alison – Ms Tyler’s Back in Town!


It’s been a while since I’ve feature my favorite erotica writer on the blog – but today I’m thrilled because Alison’s back! And I’ll waste no more time in handing over…


My name is Alison and I have been writing sultry stories for more than two decades. Quite honestly, I have no idea how many stories I’ve actually written. Currently, there are 232 stories in progress in my “New Stories” folder. So that gives you some idea of the fact that my brain whirrs 24/7. I’m the type of writer who prefers to look forward rather than backward. I always want to start something new. Up until a few weeks ago, I had never given much thought to my backlist. However, I recently decided to mine my previously published pieces and bring out new themed collections.

AlisonAfterThus began the “Alison” series. These quirky little books are divided by type of stories. The first one—“Alison on Top”—is all femdom. The second—“Alison on the Rocks”—features stories set in bars. I’m in progress on “Alison After Dark”—which is filled with, yes, stories set at night. In the works: “Alison Has You Pegged,” “Alison’s Cheating Heart,” and “Alison at the Orgy.”

But I’m not content to stop there. I believe that as an editor I have published well over 1,000 stories written by other authors. (Someday, I’ll do the actual math.) Next on the horizon will be the “Alison Loves…” series. “Alison Loves Sommer”—seven of my favorite stories by Sommer Marsden. “Alison Loves Sophia”—seven of my top picks by Sophia Valenti. (You get the drill.) These books will feature my insights into the writing of the authors who never fail to wow me.

Here is a snip from my next collection: Alison After Dark. The story is called “The Keymaster” and has never appeared in print.


“Did you fuck him?”


            “Whoever you wore the dress for. Did you fuck him?”

            “Which answer will make you open the door?”

            “That’s the real question isn’t it?” he taunted me. He took a step closer, and then he bent so he was talking right into my ear. “You smell like you fucked him.”

            “Him who?”

            “You tell me.”

            In a moment of weakness, I made an attempt for the keys. Jake held them out of reach again. “Ah ah. You know the rules.”

            “Yes,” I said.

            “Yes, you know the rules. Or yes you fucked him?”

            “Yes to both,” I said standing and waiting by the door. Jake came over and opened the lock. He pushed the door a crack and then he hesitated. What was going to happen next? Same thing that always happened.

            “So where did you fuck him?”

            I was already walking into the apartment. Jake was right behind me. “Do you mean did I do it in his car? Or up against the wall of the club? Or do you mean, did I let him put it in my mouth, my pussy, or my ass?”

            “Yes to both,” Jake said, grabbing a beer from the fridge and settling into his chair.13272521_s

            I perched on the edge of the sofa and I said, “I let him fuck me in his truck.”

            Jake took a sip of the beer and motioned for me to continue.

            “He drove me to this spot up in the hills and he spread out a blanket. He went down on me until my pussy was dripping wet, and then he slid his cock inside me. I could have made as much noise as I wanted to because we were out there all by ourselves. But I didn’t. I was quiet, biting on my hand to stifle myself. I wanted to hear his breathing. I wanted to hear the night sounds.”

            “And then what?” Jake asked. His eyes seemed to glow even in the dim light of the room.

            “Then did I hear night sounds?”

            “Then what?” His voice was rough like gravel.

            “Then I fucked him.”

            “I want to know how.”

            “It’s been that long, has it?” I was the locksmith now. I was the one with the master key to Jake’s desires wrapped tight in my fist. I could hold the key ring over his head. I could make him jump. I could make him beg.


            He was hard in that chair. His cock was hard and his voice was hard and his desires were like one piece of cold steel pipe. He wanted me to tell him, and the thought made me the opposite of hard. The thought made me melt.


Alison Tyler launched Pretty Things Press in 2002. When she first started publishing, PTP possessed a warehouse filled with books. Ultimately, PTP published 17 titles before the market changed and the warehouse closed and Alison was sad. Over the years, she’s produced a handful of small ebook collections for PTP. She is extremely proud of her annual anal erotica series, begun in 2009, which includes the titles Kiss My Ass, Bad Ass, Smart Ass, and Happily Ever Anal. These books feature the work of talented writers Jax Baynard, Kristina Lloyd, Sommer Marsden, Thomas Roche, and Sophia Valenti. Alison lives at alisontyler.blogspot.com and flits around at twitter.com/alisontyler.


Alchemy xii – The Announcement

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Alchemy xii



Alchemy xii. What the hell is it? If you follow me on Twitter, you might have stumbled across the odd tweet or two about my new WIP, Alchemy xii. I’ve put out a couple of graphics on Facebook. And on my sidebar here, there’s a date marker and a word counter. You might know a little more, if you listened to my recent interview with Rose Caraway as part of The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica celebrations… But maybe you haven’t come across it at all!

What can I say? It’s a big, brash BDSM epic that will be released as a monthly serial, on the first of every month, throughout the whole of 2015. You’ll be able to tuck in month by month, and you can buy it by the episode or in chunky quarterly omnibuses! Or you can subscribe for automatic delivery, each month, all year.

What’s it about?

Here’s the blurb:


Alchemy xii – New Year’s Eve

No one could ever accuse Harry Lomax of being a Dom’s Dom. Sometimes he even forgets to make his submissives call him “Sir”. But he is the charismatic Prince of Kink at Chicago’s most secretive and exclusive sex club, where he runs Alchemy xii, the club’s prestigious year-long training program for would-be subs.

When Harry spots Olivia Roux across a crowded floor, he’s under no illusions as to what she is and what she isn’t. A blond, Amazonian goddess, Olivia’s no ingénue. She’s a woman of the world whom he suspects might have a thing for kink, if only she realized it. One thing is for certain—Olivia is nobody’s bitch.

Harry knows that he wants her. For his Alchemy xii training program, that’s for sure. But for himself? Harry will try anything once—and Olivia’s a woman who’s got his name written all over her!


Alchemy xii

1 Year : 12 Episodes

Olivia has no intention of becoming anybody’s sub but she’s intrigued enough by Harry Lomax to join the Alchemy xii training program. Before they begin, Harry gives Olivia a diary.

“It’s for you to write down exactly what happens at Alchemy. And, more importantly, your feelings about what you’re going through. Things that were good and things that upset you or scared you or that you didn’t like. No one else will read it but you…” said Harry.

For one weekend a month over the course of the coming year, Olivia must report to Alchemy and follow Harry’s every instruction. By the end of the year, if she’s deemed an exceptional sub, she might be offered a permanent position in the club. If she’s not, she’ll probably never see Harry again. But Olivia is a woman who finds it tough to call anyone “Sir”…

This new monthly serial from Tamsin Flowers kicks off with Harry’s recruitment of Olivia to Alchemy xii and then follows the course of Olivia’s year as she writes about each of her monthly encounters with Harry in her diary. Can she bend her will sufficiently to comply with Harry’s demands? And for how long can she view Harry simply as her teacher? Has she got what it takes to make it to the end of the year?


shutterstock_120842506How Alchemy xii works

Alchemy xii – New Year’s Eve, the prologue to Olivia’s story, will be published, free of charge, on December 31.

Alchemy xii – January will go on sale on January 1, 2015, and thereafter a novelette-length episode will be published on the first of every month until December.

Each quarter, the previous three monthly episodes will be made available in a Quarterly Omnibus and at the end of the year, readers will be able to buy Alchemy xii – The Complete Year, a monster volume containing the prologue and all 12 episodes together.



Look out over the coming weeks for cover reveals and exclusive excerpts! And drop me a line if you’d be interested in getting your paws on an early review copy of Alchemy xii – New Year’s Eve

Sex 101 – feeding you the best sex daily!


I’ve just jumped on board with a new app, Sex 101!

How would you like to have all the most fantastic, hot, down and dirty erotic content on the net feeding directly onto your iPhone or Android device? And if you’ve got a hot blog, wouldn’t you love to get it in front of a whole host of new readers? And you can, with Sex 101 from the fabulous team at The Sex Trend.

Click here to get the Sex 101 app for Mac through  iTunes.

Click here to get the Sex 101 app for Android though Mikandi.

It’s that simple – so download it now and you need never miss a hot post from your favorite sex bloggers again!




Elust 63 – Best Sex on the Net


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The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #64? Start with the rules, come back November1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

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I am Sexy at Every Size
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Erotic Non-Fiction

Two Hours of Bliss
Save the Sheets
All He Could Do Was Moan.
I’ll Have What She’s Having
Attitude on the Autobahn
Go get a toy so you can fuck yourself.

Thoughts and Advice on Kink and Fetish

Why I love my Packer
Tools of the trade
On being a feminist and a dirty little slut
Getting Acquainted
Not Your Fetish
Why Kinky Women Are All Gold-Digging Trash*
Schoolgirls a Lasting Obsession
Kink-Blocked by Burners

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

We Still Have To Work At It
Sex and Motherhood – Part 1
Tips for using sex toys & avoiding infections
How to Have Sex Naked
Bipolar Sex

Erotic Fiction

Oopps Wrong Number
Minister & Mistress
Surprises: A Threesome Story
Door Frame

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Sex, lies, videotape & being a decent person
Two Women One Topic


Rubber Band Brilliance


Stripping away the Shadows


Sweat Slick – An Erotic Sonnet
The Poem Challenge, Day 6: “Owned”
Sixty Years On – A Lusty Limerick
Poetry: I Am….

Writing About Writing

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Blue Eyes and Pillow Talk!


As usual the weeks have rolled by far faster than I expected and it’s time for another round of Pillow Talk! Here’s a little taster of our recent discussion on the level of physical description we like to see in erotica…you can read the whole transcript over on Pillow Talk!


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Jade: Hello, ladies! So nice to be back together again! How are the both of you?

Malin: Hiya! I’m doing good—got my first cup of tea right here, so I’m feeling fine (though I’ll feel better after the third!).

Tamsin: Hello girls—hope you’re both well!

J: Good to see you both. I’m very excited for today’s session! Shall we dive right in?

T: Absolutely!

J: All right—today is all about the dirty deets. As in, how much specific physical detail do we like to read and write in our erotica? It’s a pretty broad topic. Any initial thoughts?

T: Just to explain how this topic came up—I was having a chat with Malin as she’d been beta reading something for me, and I pointed out that I’d never mentioned what colour hair the protagonist had. So I asked her if that mattered.

Eye Color Detail

Her eyes were the most amazing shade of…

M: And my response was that, for me, it definitely didn’t. I actually preferred it. I’m a “less-is-more” kind of girl whether I’m writing or reading. I like selective amounts of specific detail, and then I like to let my brain, (or the reader’s), fill in the rest.

J: I get the sense this is a common feeling for the three of us—and maybe a lot of other erotica authors as well. Sometimes, too much detail can throw things off. For example, if a character is described as having enormous breasts, or a certain color hair, or a freckle on the forearm… that paints a very specific image.

Read the rest of our discussion on Pillow Talk!

Well, hello October!


I can’t believe it’s October already and that means all things spooky, with Hallowe’en just around the corner… So of course, you know what’s coming. The zombies are shuffling out of their summer-long hibernation to get up to some more mischief – just in case you’ve been missing them, here’s a little teaser from Zombie Erotoclypse. And if you want some more, they’ll be putting in an appearance at K D Grace’s Things That Go Hump in the Night on 8th October and later in the month the delightful Sexy Librarian, Rose Caraway, will be featuring one of the Zombie Erotoclypse stories on the Kiss Me Quick’s podcast.

With a whole month ahead of us, I’m sure there’ll be more – just watch this space!





Excerpt from The Peeping Zom, one of the stories in Zombie Erotoclypse:

Zombie Stanley is desperate to have his wicked way with a healthy, flesh-and-blood woman – so when he hears a woman’s laughter coming from an abandoned house, he has to find out what’s happening…


At first he could see hardly anything at all.  The flame from a single candled glared in a pool of black. But as his eye gradually became accustomed to the dim light, he was able to make out the shapes of furniture.  And then bodies.  There were two people in what was obviously a bedroom, caught in a standing embrace, arms round each other and mouths locked in a kiss.  The woman had her back to the window and by the gold glint of her hair in the candlelight, Stan felt sure she was the Blonde from the jeep. He bit his lip as an appreciative grunt started to form in his throat.  He couldn’t afford to be caught now, not before he’d seen what was going on.

The man’s arms were working their way up and down the woman’s back and Stan could see her pushing her ass out as his hands skimmed the top of her butt cheeks.  She was horny as hell by his estimation.  They stumbled slightly so now Stan could see them both side on.  They were fully clothed, the Blonde in the same frayed jeans and scruffy tank she’d been wearing earlier, the guy in cargo pants and a dark T-shirt.  Stan had a better view of the kiss now, as well.  Open mouth to open mouth, the guy pushing down hard against her face, no doubt pressing his tongue deep inside, as she explored his mouth in turn.  The Blonde moaned and anchored her hands in the man’s unruly black hair.

After a minute or so, the guy stepped back from the kiss and dropped into a sitting position on a low bed to the left of the window.  He lounged back against the wall with his arms folded behind his head.

“Strip for me, babe,” he said, low and guttural.  “Show me what you got.”


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Sweat Slick – An Erotic Sonnet


If I ask you to come to me tonight,

Would you bring me the sweetness of your lips?

If I stood stripp’d for you in dawn’s soft light,

Would you bring me the comfort of your hips?

My need for you demands you touch my soul,

I need to feel your hands caress my skin.

Your need for me can only make me whole.

You rush to plunge, to thrust yourself within.

I kiss, you nip, I sigh, you stroke, I suck,

You swell, I gasp, you push, I sob, you grunt,

You bite, I swoon, you lick, I groan, we fuck,

I clasp you tight, you moan and fill my cunt.

We reach the peak, we find our bless’d release,

Then slump, sweat slick, no breath, but both at peace.


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Back for Good with Justine Elyot!


Here’s a very quick introduction because I’m simply handing Superotica over to the simply divine Justine Elyot today.  Take it away, Justine,


Thank you, Tamsin, for letting me loose here at Superotica. I love the name of your blog – makes me feel I should be wearing my knickers over my tights. And, in fact, I am.


But I’m not here to talk about that – I’m here to talk about my new book, Her World of Submission.


The book is the last one in a trilogy, and perhaps the thought of saying goodbye to my characters, Jasper and Sarah, drove me into a bit of a frenzy because not only did I give them a grand finale, but I also brought back two characters from a previous book to be their friends and partners-in-crime.


Dimitri and Rosie feature in my book, Kinky. I’d never really thought about resurrecting them until I started thinking about how I was going to end Jasper and Sarah’s story and suddenly it just seemed perfect. What better way to help Sarah to come to terms with her new sex life than by talking it over with a like-minded friend? And who could that like-minded friend be? Bingo! When I remembered that Dimitri was an aspiring actor, and Jasper a film director – well, I wondered why I hadn’t brought them together earlier.


The delight of writing two very different dom characters, and three contrasting subs (because Rosie’s nemesis from Kinky, Trixietots, is also involved) was something new and special for me. From the nervous newcomer to BDSM to the seasoned old hand, all kinds of different types and traits could be mixed and matched.


I had a blast writing it. I really hope you might be tempted to read it too.


Here’s an excerpt:


‘Did we really order this much booze from Ocado?’

Jasper was filling the wine rack while I got the plates ready for lunch. Our guests were in the dining room, testing the first bottle.

He looked up.

‘What? It’s New Year in a couple of days. And we have guests.’

‘You’ve already got a cellar full of wine.’

Jasper barked out a laugh. ‘That’s vintage, love. It’s not for boozy lunches with kinky body doubles.’

‘Ooh, you’re a snob! I had no idea.’

Jasper straightened himself, giving me what I tended to think of as his spanking eye.

‘You’re really loving that dangerous ground today, aren’t you, my dear? I wonder why you don’t build a house on it while you’re at it?’

‘Just calling it as I see it,’ I said, dodging a little way back from him all the same.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ He crooked a finger at me. ‘Over here, missy. Now.’

I darted a quick glance at the kitchen door.

‘Jasper,’ I hissed. ‘We aren’t alone.’

‘I know that.’

His expression was implacable.

I stepped closer, still wary.

‘If I let you get away with things just because there are visitors in the house, what kind of master does that make me?’ he whispered. ‘Bear it in mind, Sarah. The rules stay the same, no matter if the whole bloody royal family comes to stay. Now turn and face the worktop.’

I put my hands on the gleaming surface, my nose almost in the bowl of salad leaves, watching Jasper rummage in a drawer. He brought out a wooden spoon and I made a horrified face at him.

‘You can’t,’ I mouthed.

‘Don’t talk yourself into more trouble,’ he said, completely unruffled. ‘Over that skirt, this won’t make too much noise at all. It’s you they might hear. So make sure you keep it down, eh?’

He patted the seat of my skirt with the rounded side of the spoon and ordered me to stick my bottom out as far as I could.

I consoled myself with the thought that I would be able to hear the dining room door open if anybody left. Their muffled laughter could be heard quite clearly from where we were.

15315266_s‘Do you have anything to say to me?’ he asked softly, rubbing the flat part of the spoon around my buttocks.

‘I’m sorry I called you a snob, sir. I’m sure you aren’t one really.’

‘Right. So why did you say it?’

‘Just…it just came out.’

‘So you spoke without thinking?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘And is that a good idea?’

‘No, sir.’

‘Quite right. What if I speak without thinking at lunch? What if I’m casually reaching for the mayonnaise and I happen to mention that you might not be sitting too comfortably because you got a good spanking in the kitchen with a wooden spoon just now. How would that make you feel?’

‘Pretty embarrassed, sir.’

‘So I’d better think first, hadn’t I? And you’d better do the same. Yes?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good. Right.’

The first stroke fell. It wasn’t loud, though I’d been dreading a sound that would carry through the echoing, high-ceilinged rooms to the dining table. In fact, it was a muffled thud that wouldn’t be heard beyond the kitchen. That was a relief. The pain wasn’t.

He laid a dozen hard strokes on me and I had to try every trick in the book not to cry out. I bit my tongue, squeezed my toes together, tried breathing in instead of breathing out. In the end, I resorted to picking one of the salad leaves out of the bowl and chewing on it. I wondered if I was the first person to eat salad during a spanking. Perhaps this could be a topic for post-prandial conversation? But no.

Jasper put down the spoon and kissed me.

‘I thought you were going to bury your face in that salad and howl,’ he said. ‘We’d have had to make a fresh one. Your face, though…’ He laughed into my hair and kissed me again. ‘Come on then. What kind of hosts are we, leaving our guests hungry while we kink up the kitchen units? I’ll do the hot plates – you go and take in the bread and salad.’

I wanted to wait for my flush to die down – on my bottom as well as my face – but he was right; it would be rude to keep them waiting.


If you want to give Jasper and Sarah a whirl, the new book is available here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Her-World-Submission-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B00MYJH0US/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411327131&sr=8-1&keywords=justine+elyot+her+world+of+submission


And the first book in the series, His House of Submission, is here for those who want to start at the beginning: http://www.amazon.co.uk/His-House-Submission-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B009N7JF66/ref=pd_sim_kinc_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=0KHFYSQTJXM85M0T1M93



Best Sex on the Net: #Elust 62


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Welcome to Elust #62 -

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #63? Start with the rules, come back October1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Sex Blogger Life: Real Talk

Selfies, Shame and Safety

‘Dress me like a slut and punish my cock’

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

I live in a sex-positive bubble.

Wicked Wednesday: Silent Memories


~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
Are you guilty of slut-shaming sex doll lovers?

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!


Writing About Writing

Why can’t I write gay erotica?!
Cream doesn’t rise: the state of UK erotica
Coming clean about writing dirty…
The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales

Erotic Non-Fiction

I’ve Collared Myself a Human Pony
Strapped Back In
View From The Bridal Suite
It’s a date (2/2)
Your Tears Make Me Wet.
Spanking – the ultimate mood changer

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Yes, I am a slut. So?
M feels that labeling myself “gay” erases him
“Appearance Not Important”
Traditional sexual consent vs bdsm consent
Bigger Doesn’t Mean Better!
All in One Person: Thoughts on Non-Monogamy
I Lust, Therefore I Am
Buddhism and Poly
The Great Outdoors
My Love Is Not About You #SameSexCouples
Thinking of You
Tantra Massage For Multiple Male Orgasm


Blogging: My Layout Pet Peeves
An Unpleasant Outing

Erotic Fiction

The Flight Attendant’s Return Home…
Kinky Cocktail Story Time: The Jelly Bean
Spanked Silent

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Quantification of Everything (Especially Sex)
Polyphobia – The New Homophobia


Thoughts and Advice on Kink and Fetish

For Submissives.
Protocols. I Want.
When You Can’t Trust Your Body
Masters Guilt
BDSM Is Not (the only) Kink


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