Interview with Judy Kemp

I'm sure many of my readers are familiar with erotic author Judy Kemp, and those who follow me closely already know she is collaborating with me on a new book. The working title is Vocalizations, and the idea (for now, at least) is for each of us to release the same story as told from a different character's point of view.

I thought my readers might like to get to know her better, and she was gracious enough to grant me an interview. She's English, and I've preserved her British spelling in the text below. Please allow me to introduce Judy Kemp.

First tell us a little about yourself.

Well, I’m in my mid-thirties (that’s all you’re getting!) and I live in London, UK. I’m originally from Saffron Walden in Essex, which is a county to the east of London. It used to be called Chipping Walden. It’s called Saffron Walden now because in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries they started growing crocuses in a big way, to get the saffron from the stigmas of the flowers. Saffron has been used as an aphrodisiac, a condiment and a dye. I’ve used it in food, but I’m not so sure about the aphrodisiac bit.

Describe your childhood home. Does your childhood influence your work? If so, how?

My childhood was pretty normal and didn’t really influence my work at all. Both of my parents were food scientists (well, someone has to do it!), and their work involved biscuits (making sure they didn’t fall apart, were crunchy/soft enough, didn’t go off too soon, etc. etc. etc etc.). Didn’t appeal to me as a career, though. I like biscuits, but not that much! I have an older brother who’s works in tent design (once again, someone has to do it!).

 How did you first get into writing?

I used to read a lot of erotica when I was in school. I used to shoplift it as I didn’t have the nerve to go in and buy it. They probably wouldn’t have sold it to me, anyway. Even now, there’s a bit of a stigma about erotica. I’ve noticed (as have other erotica writers) that you don’t get as many reviews on Amazon as sales might suggest. I think people don’t want to confess that they actually buy and read this sort of stuff.

How did you get into writing erotica, specifically?

As I said, I used to read it, but never thought I could write it. I had a couple of attempts, but wasn’t really pleased with them, and I knew there was a lot of competition out there. It was only when I started writing about my own experiences and writing about them in the first person that it all fell into place. I realised that I had a huge load of experience that I could call on and once I started, I couldn’t stop. It’s the reason that both of my novels are so long for the genre. I didn’t intend for them to be like that; it just happened naturally.

What is your writing process?

It’s difficult to do much sustained writing with erotica. It can become very arousing and frustrating writing this sort of stuff, so I can only do it short spurts. I tend to do maybe half a dozen pages, then stop, but I make notes of roughly what’s been happening, who’s been doing what to who, so I know what’s been going on. When I go back to it, I check the last couple of pages to see what’s been happening and then write the next section. I have no plan, and I envy people who can just sit down at a computer and do a solid five hours work or something.

[Editor's note: I consider two hours of solid writing a lot, and with erotica often much less than that. Are there really writers who do five straight hours of writing? I'm envious. Please leave a comment and let us know how much writing you typically do in one sitting.]

Your first book, A Bouquet of Gardenias, was based on your actual experiences. Where do your ideas come from for stories which are not based on real events (such as your work in progress, Vocalizations)?

They come from my own fantasies; things I’d like to do and variations on things I’ve already done. Sometimes I’ll see someone in real life and imagine what it would be like to have sex with them. I store all these things away. There are always things that you fantasise about that you know you’ll probably never really do. These things can then be fictionalised. Hopefully, if they excite me, then they’ll excite other people. Turning other people one a big part of writing erotica; for me at least.

What has contributed to your success?

I think people like my work as it keeps it real. The stories involve sexual situations that have really happened, and don’t involve meeting up with billionaires or regency bucks or whatnot. There is a fair amount of kink in my books, but most of it is acceptable and normal now. (Or maybe that’s just me!) I think it’s important that you’ve actually experienced those situations and sensations yourself, so that you can write about them convincingly.

Who inspires you?

I can’t really point to one author who has inspired my writing. I like Anaïs Nin and Pauline Réage, but their work is in no way similar to mine and I couldn’t hope to compete with them as a writer. I’ve been inspired by people I’ve been in relationships with, even if those relationships have been fleeting.

Sometimes, for some reason, brief affairs you’ve had, things you did with someone, can stay in your mind forever.

What do you love most about writing?

I think it’s creating something that didn’t exist before. Also, something that may delight or inspire. I’ve had conversations with a lot of female readers who found that my books awakened certain desires in them that they had not really considered before.

Which is harder, writing a first draft or editing that draft?

Definitely writing the first draft! For me, at least, editing is like a holiday, if a little time consuming.

Print or eBooks?

I still read mainly print books, through I’ve sometimes bought something I liked the look of for Kindle. Depends!

Traditional or self-published?

I never thought for a second that a publisher would take on my work. It’s far too explicit. Like many authors, I have no choice but to self-publish, thought it would be nice if someone else could take over all the promotion and marketing that I have to do!

What do you do when you’re not writing?

Lots of stuff! But no details here!!

Do you remember the first thing you wrote? Do you remember the first piece of erotica you wrote?

I wrote a story when I was fourteen or fifteen about a girl in an office who was seduced by an older woman and her husband. I don’t know what happened to it, though it would be interesting to read it now.

Please tell us a little about your work in progress, Vocalizations.

This was something that Brenda McIntyre and I came up with. We thought it would be interesting to write something that would be arousing to read, but at the same time involved a kind of roleplay between us, each one responding to what the other had written. It quickly took on a life of its own and it’s difficult to classify what it is. There’s an element of seeing into both our minds and discovering what our fantasies are; how far we would both go in certain sexual situations. It’s also made us discover a little about ourselves; what turns us on and what we would like to experience. It’s a very exciting project for both of us.

What else are you working on? Please share a little about your other projects.

Nothing at all at the moment! I write when inspiration strikes and when I have the time, which isn’t often!

Thanks Judy for letting us know a little more about you and your work.

You can follow Judy on Facebook and Twitter. You can also check out her Author Page. Judy Kemp is the author of A Bouquet of Gardenias and The Scent of Violets.

Inspired

by Brenda McIntyre

“I’m trying to work here,” Lily said as her lover came up behind her and cupped her breasts. She’d been invited to create a new piece for an erotic art show at one of the small but trendy galleries in the city. But the show was tomorrow, and Lily’s sculpture of a couple engaged in coitus was far from complete.

“Just one time?” Natasha purred in Lily’s ear. “I promise it won’t take long.”

“With you it always takes long,” Lily quipped. “Which is what I love about you. No such thing as a quickie.” The young artist tried to shrug off her lover. “C’mon, I’m tying to work.”

Natasha took Lily’s jaw in her hand and gently turned her face toward her. She gave her lover a long, deep kiss. Lily knees went all wobbly. She cooed softly into the warm kiss. The two had been a couple for nearly a decade, but every kiss felt like the first to Lily. Instinctively her arm slipped around Natasha’s neck. But as Natasha’s tongue slipped into her mouth, she pushed away.

“I have to work,” Lily protested. “The show is tomorrow.”

Natasha stroked Lily’s cheek. Natasha’s long, ebony hair contrasted nicely with her pale skin.

“You’re stressed, darling,” Natasha murmured. “You need to let off some steam. Let me help you cum, baby. Just once.”

“You know I can never stop at one time,” Lily protested. Natasha kissed her again, deeply.

“No,” Lily asserted. “No, baby, I have to finish this.”

Natasha took a step back and tugged at the bottom of her tank top, making it taught. Her nipples threatened to poke through the dark blue fabric.

“Are you sure?” Natasha teased.

Lily threw down the chisel she had been using. “Stop tempting me!”

Natasha slowly peeled her top up, revealing her pierced navel. She kept going until first one, then the other breast sprang free. She licked her fingertip and rubbed it in a circle around her dark nipple.

“Damn it!” Lily exclaimed as a wetness slowly spread between her legs. “You know I can’t resist you!” She stepped closer to her lover. Natasha lifted her breast and licked her own nipple.

“You have to work,” Natasha teased. “I’ll just be going.”

“Just a sec,” Lily protested, putting her hand on her lover’s shoulder. Their eyes met and for a long moment, neither spoke.

It was Lily who made the first move. She stroked Natasha’s hair and moved in for a kiss. She was quick and passionate. She pushed her tongue into her lover’s mouth. Without even realizing it, she backed Natasha against the wall of the studio, pressing her against it.

Natasha moaned into her lover’s mouth. Lily kissed Natasha’s neck, her collarbone.  She peeled Natasha’s top up over her arms and tossed it aside.

Lily ran her tongue down her lover’s chest to her nipple, drawing a little circle around it with her fingertip before giving it a pinch. Natasha caressed Lily’s calf with the top of her foot.

Lily took Natasha’s stiff nipple between her lips. Natasha groaned as her lover suckled her. Lily nipped and nibbled.

She gave a series of kisses to Natasha’s belly, each a little lower than the previous one. By the time Lily was on her knees, Natasha was already helping her take off her jeans.

As her lover stepped out of her slim jeans, Lily caressed her calf. She kissed it tenderly, looking up longingly into Natasha’s deep green eyes. She caressed Natasha’s long, sleek legs.

Natasha smiled at her sexy love. She slipped her thumb under her waistband, tugging her panties down a bit, teasing Lily.

Lily took her time, caressing Natasha’s thigh as she gave it a series of tender kisses. The lovers’ eyes remained locked.

Natasha let her hand slip into her panties. Her finger found her clit, and she began to coo softly, her hips rocking ever so slightly.

Lily kissed her lover’s inner thigh. She kissed again, higher up, right next to her wet panties. Natasha gasped and tossed her head back, her breasts sticking out.

“You want me to, don’t you?” Lily purred.

“Yes,” Natasha gulped. She pulled her hand out of her panties, ready for Lily to take charge. Lily slowly tugged down her lover’s panties, using a combination of fingers and teeth.

“Please,” Natasha breathed. Lily was moving very slowly. At last Natasha was able to step out of her underwear. She stroked Lily’s hair and pulled her to her shaved pussy.

Lily teased her, kissing her mound with pursed lips. Natasha whimpered and ground on her.

Lily fingered her lover’s clit.

“Somebody is excited,” the artist purred.

Natasha whimpered again, thrusting her hips forward. She wanted Lily desperately!

Lily kissed her sex again, taking one of her labia between her lips and sucking gently. She nibbled it before sucking on the other one. Natasha gasped and moaned.

Lily cupped her ass cheeks and flicked her tongue over her Natasha’s love button. Natasha couldn’t stand it! The pleasure was exquisitely intense!

“Please,” Natasha hissed.

“I have to work,” Lily teased. But she wasn’t going to stop now. She stretched out her tongue a licked Natasha’s pussy.

“Ooooh!” Natasha cooed, stroking Lily’s hair.

Lily gently pushed her tongue inside her lover. She pushed it deep, licking the inner walls, making Natasha squirm. She curled her tongue, finding just the right spot.

Natasha squealed, humping her tongue.

Lily pulled her tongue away.

“Come down here,” she purred, gently pulling Natasha down with her. The two kissed, their tongues caressing each other, their hands caressing each other’s bodies. Lily gently laid Natasha on the cold, hard floor of the studio.

Lily straddled her lover’s face and stretched her lithe body, making her tits jut out invitingly. She settled in place as her lover kissed and licked her most intimate place. Then she leaned forward and kissed the soft flesh right next to Natasha’s sex.

Natasha squirmed and moaned into Lily’s pussy. Lily licked her lover’s pussy lips like a kitten. She pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers and ran her tongue over her slit. She licked her clit, swollen and sensitive. It was more than a mere sexual act. It was an expression of her deep love for Natasha.

Natasha gripped Lily’s hips and pushed her tongue inside her warm quim. Lily moaned and slipped her own tongue inside Natasha. The two women moaned and licked, thrusting and darting their tongues into each other until both were grinding their hips.

Lily bounced, fucking Natasha’s tongue. It was heaven! She came noisily, grinding on her lover’s face. She fingered Natasha, rubbing her clit very quickly.

Natasha squealed and shook beneath Lily, an intense orgasm coursing through her entire body.

Lily didn’t give Natasha time to catch her breath. She quickly turned and slipped her leg under Natasha’s own. Lily wriggled until their pussies touched.

The two scissored with unbridled abandon. Noisily, sweating, they rubbed their cunts together, writhing, moaning, clutching their tits, pinching their nipples.

“Unhh,” Natasha moaned. “Oooh, god, Lil!”

She shook and came. Her juices lubricated both of them, and Lily herself came an instant later, quivering all over.

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The next evening at the art gallery Lily was there with her new creation, an abstract sculpture she called Couple Making Love. In general it looked something like two people in an awkward embrace, but the limbs were all out of proportion. It wasn’t even clear which gender either was.

“You’re the sculptor?” one of the art critics asked Lily.

Lily nodded.

“Yes, I am.”

She extended her hand, shaking the critic’s own.

The critic smiled and slowly walked around the statue.

“And where did you get the idea?” the critic asked.

Natasha was suddenly behind Lily, wrapping her arms around her lover.

“She was inspired,” Natasha smiled.

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Getting Away

by Brenda McIntyre

It had been years since Monica had spent any time at the beach, and she was realizing now just how much she needed it. Breaking free from the frigid chill of Northern Minnesota, the hot sands of St. Thomas quickly melted away the deep freeze that had settled into her bones over the long winter.

In the year since “The Big Breakup” the rut she had found herself in had grown into a chasm of despair. The bitterness of the previous two months had shifted and widened the fissures to such an unbearable degree that she had bought her ticket to the Virgin Islands, went and shopped for clothes and luggage during the 4 hour wait before her flight, and flew off in search of those sun soaked beaches without telling anyone she would even be gone. Being an introvert meant she had few close friends, and it would not be unusual for them to not hear from her for a week. Being a freelance writer meant she could do her job from anywhere, and had no boss to report to. Besides, she had just finished the last piece on her to-do list, so she knew she could leave her entire life behind her for a week to do as she pleased. And she would, when, where, and however she wanted.

The success she had found as a writer and her meager spending habits had afforded her the ability to make this trip on a whim, and all those times she had passed up something she desired but did not actually need all seemed worth it in this exact moment.

Given the fact she had been buried under layers of clothes for months now, she was determined to wear as little as possible during her week in St. Thomas. Every inch of her skin was going to be subject to the warm caresses of the tropical sun. Other than the two bikinis she had purchased and planned on spending most of the next seven days in, she had only purchased a couple of tank tops, two pairs of ass-hugging shorts, and five pairs of assorted sandals. She was a woman after all, and couldn’t wear the same footwear the entire time. Her one real splurge clothing-wise, was the quintessential “little black dress” and a cute but stylish pair of pumps so she could spend one night on the town in the higher end clubs. If she was going to live it up, she was going to do it right.

Lying on a hotel towel draped over the sand, eyes closed, she easily lost herself in her thoughts. Falling into a mix of past memories and current fantasies her body temperature rose above what was being caused by the midday sun. She could feel each bead of sweat as it ran between her breasts. She knew she was glistening all over, and it was glorious. As her daydreams became more clear she could tell the wetness between her legs was growing faster than that of her skin.

She couldn’t quite make out the unknown companion in her thoughts. The details of his face were obscured, but his body and his touch were perfection. He was kissing on her neck and chest as he probed her with his strong fingers. She writhed around his imagined touch and bit her bottom lip.

A breeze startled her and brought her from her fantasies. She was surprised when she opened her eyes to notice she had actually been touching herself, her hand slipped under her bikini bottoms, right there on the beach. She felt herself blush as she quickly removed her hand and glanced to her side.

Dammit! she thought as she saw him sitting there, a sheepish grin on his face.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he said “Why did you stop?” His grin widened.

“I can’t believe I was doing that! I wasn’t aware,” she answered as she quickly got to her feet and wrapped the towel around her.

“It’s all right. Honest! I was enjoying watching someone in the throes of absolute bliss. You don’t get to see that in others often. You don’t see it in yourself often, for that matter.”

But she had already turned to head back to the resort. She glanced back only briefly in his direction.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she murmured. “Me on the other hand, I’m  mortified!”

She hurried off, clutching her things, the towel wrapped around her, and headed back to her room.

“You shouldn’t be,” he hollered after her. “I hope to see you around.”

She felt herself blush a bit more vigorously. That one glance she had taken had been all she needed to sear his image into her mind. His body was as perfect as the man from her daydream; athletic and toned, but not bulky. He had medium brown hair, crystal blue eyes, and a perfect smile. And a definite erection in his shorts from watching her. The bulge was substantial, and she smiled. He was the physical embodiment of her dream man, and his first impression of her was her masturbating on a public beach! She felt a bit queasy, but she was also shocked to discover waves of excitement flowed through her as well.

She reminded herself she was on an island in the middle of nowhere. No one knew her here. No one cared who she was outside of this paradise. She was here to get away and live a little. To experience life again and break the shell which had been holding her captive for so long. The more she thought about it, the less embarrassed she felt, and the more excitement took over. She wondered what he was doing now. Would he be thinking of her and maintaining that erection? Would he go back to wherever he was staying and jerk off while thinking of her? She was getting so very wet again.

She needed to get back to her room. She needed a shower. She needed to go out. She was feeling invigorated now, and she wanted to go experience some tropical nightlife. She slipped out of her bikini as soon as the room door clicked shut behind her. Walking into the large mirrored bathroom of the resort she stopped and looked at her reflection for a moment. Her brown eyes stared back at her unblinking, assessing her form. Here dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and looked remarkably good considering that she had spent the last few hours out on the beach. The lack of wind and fact she had not actually made it down to the water was certain to have helped in that regard. She looked at the flow and curves of her body. She was proud of her body, sleek and fit. She did not obsess about it, or even work super hard to keep in shape, but it was nice. She knew others thought it was nice as well. Her breasts were full and even, her dark nipples had always been extra sensitive and became rigid at the slightest touch, breeze, or even naughty thought. She enjoyed the way they often would be just visible under whatever she was wearing, as if trying to poke through the fabric. Of course that was when she wasn’t forced to wear layer after layer of clothing. Her stomach was toned; her hips and butt were pleasantly round but tight. Her legs were long and strong; not muscular per se, but sleek and sexy. Even though she had not been with a man in more than a year, she always kept her pubic patch trim and clean. She didn’t like to shave completely, but she did like to keep everything down there maintained. It didn’t matter if no one else was going to see the results of her grooming. She would, and she didn’t want to be confronted by unruliness when she disrobed.

Standing, gazing at herself, she thought what a shame it was she had to stay so covered so much of the time because of where she had chosen to live. She turned on the water and quickly jumped into the shower. She loved the feel of the hot water flowing over her face and body, and she quickly found herself thinking of the guy and her recent experience out on the beach. Before she knew it her hand had drifted down to her sex again, but this time she stopped herself. In that moment she made a decision; she was going to have sex. Tonight! She was going to find someone to seduce, and she was going all out. She would not allow herself to find release in the shower right now; things were building at a profound pace, and she was going to make sure it culminated in a mind blowing orgasm tonight, in the company of another human being. She needed intimacy, and she would ensure tonight was the night she would find it again.

Shower finished, dress on, hair and makeup done, she slipped on those pumps and headed out the door with a clutch that held little more than her ID, credit card, key card, and a five dollar bill. If things went right, she wasn’t going to be paying for anything tonight anyhow. In front of the mirror again, she psyched herself up with a small pep talk.

“You’ve got this. You are a sexy young woman on a tropical island full of people who want the same thing you want tonight. Passionate sex with someone they don’t know! Leave your shell behind, go out there, and get what you want!” she said aloud. She gave herself a quick wink and a grin, and headed out the door.

Walking down the boardwalk back past the beach on the way to what she presumed would be her first club of the night she saw HIM standing on a patio outside the open window of a beach level room. Beer in his hand, the man from before was now wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt. Thank god it isn’t Hawaiian print, she thought. That would have killed my fantasy! she giggled to herself.

“Hey!” he called as he walked towards her. “I really was hoping we would run into each other again.” He smiled.

“I actually kind of was too” she said.

“Really?” he asked, not convinced of her sincerity. “That isn’t the impression I was left with earlier.”

He took a sip of his beer.

“I overreacted,” she explained. “I was embarrassed! I’ve had some time to get over that.”

She stepped off of the boardwalk onto the sand of the beach, nearer to him.

“The way I see it,” she continued, “is that you owe me.”

“Owe you?” he asked.  “How do you figure?”

“Well, you got to sit and watch me...take care of myself on the beach earlier. It seems only fair if you were to extend the same courtesy to me.”

She smiled, a mischievous grin.

Now it was his turn to blush. He smiled, a little uneasily.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” he asked.

“You bet your sexy ass, I am!” she exclaimed.

“You want to come up to my room?”

“No, on the beach here, just like when you watched me.”

He conceded and told her to just give him a moment to run up and get them a blanket from the room. She was shocked by her new found bravado, and she loved it. She couldn’t believe what she was doing and she couldn’t help but let a huge smile break across her lips. She was filled with anticipation and desire.

But what if he didn’t return? What if the blanket was merely an excuse to leave and not have to oblige her?

If that was the case, no loss. She would go clubbing as she had planned.

She looked up and saw him coming back, the folded hotel blanket under his arm. He’d either finished his beer or left it in his room.

He spread the blanket on the sand. She sat on one edge and he laid down across from her, propping himself up on one elbow.

“All right,” she purred. “What are you waiting for?”

He just looked at her for a long moment. Then he slowly stretched his free hand down to undo his shorts and pull them off.

“Leave the boxers on for now” she said as he took his shorts and tossed them to the far edge of the blanket.

He nodded and slipped his hand into boxers. His fingers wrapped around his shaft. She watched as his hand moved under the fabric and his cock grew with the motion. Her eyes widened with excitement as the head peeked out the fly of his shorts. She smiled and moved closer to him, continuing to enjoy this private show and not quite ready to quit paying him back for the impromptu show he had received earlier. She let him continue for a minute or two before she moved in and began to tug his shirt off. He paused his stroking and raised his arms so she could get it off him.

He sat there on the blanket wearing nothing but his boxer shorts which did nothing to conceal his erection. She stood directly in front of him and unzipped her dress. She slid it down to her ankles and kicked it to the corner of the blanket. She was wearing a sheer black lace bra, black lace panties, a matching garter belt, and thigh-high black stockings.

Dress out of the way, Monica knelt and pulled his stiff cock through the boxer’s fly.

“Is it better when I do it for you?” she whispered.

He stiffened further at her touch.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Of course it is.”

“Good.”

She smiled, leaned down and took him into her warm mouth. He sighed as she slid him down her throat and back out again. She then traced the contours and length of his shaft with her tongue, her saliva lubricating him.

“And how’s that?” she purred.

“Oh my god, you have no idea how good that is!” he hissed. “I must be dreaming.”

“This is no dream” she told him and went down on him again.

His cock throbbed in her mouth with every little change in movement, and each response she received encouraged her to do more. She stopped and slid his boxers off and threw them aside. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed it into the ever growing pile of clothing.

Kneeling above his naked midsection she pulled his face to her chest. He circled his arms around her and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked it softly and it quickly grew rigid against his tongue. He took her right breast into his hand and squeezed it firmly as he continued to nurse the other. Then he buried his head between her breasts and kissed a few times between them. She felt the slightest flicker of his twitching cock rising up and rubbing against her ever wettening mound still concealed within her panties. Every time his cock made that brief contact with her swelling clit, it sent chills of anticipation and excitement through her entire body. She pulled his head back and kissed him deeply. As she kissed him she lowered herself down and slowly rubbed herself against him. She was maddening herself with the anticipation of what lie ahead, intentionally teasing herself, taking herself to the point where she would not be able to maintain control anymore and she would need his cock deep inside her.

She stood again directly over him, and guided his hands to detach her garter and remove her panties.

“You keep those when we’re done.” she mewed. “You can have them to remember tonight.”

He rolled off her stockings and tossed them to the side. They were now almost on even ground: he was nude, and she wore only her garter belt.

She pushed him back and straddled his head and lowered herself down to his lips. He immediately took the cue and probed her with his tongue. He licked her with an untamed need, sucking on her clitoris in a way that made her feel every ounce of his longing. Her lust had grown to depths she had never experienced or even imagined, and she ground down onto his mouth with an unbridled urgency. She quivered and shook as he explored each crease and crevice. Her lips wrapped around his tongue as if wishing to swallow him up inside. She held on as best she could, and at the last moment quickly sprang off of his now very wet face. Something about smelling and seeing her juices dribbled on his mouth and chin drove her wilder still. She could not take another moment; she needed him inside of her.

“Is something wrong?” he gasped confused.

“No, this is perfect,” she assured him. “I just don’t want to cum yet; not like that. I need you inside me.”

He smiled as she repositioned herself over him. Reaching around behind her she lifted his rigid cock and guided him into her wet sex. She gasped as she slid down over his length and felt him instantly stiffen further within her. She pushed into him taking him deeper and deeper within her. She was growing ever wetter. Every sensation grew more intense.

She arched her back as she rode him, shaking her head and her hair around as she increased in both urgency and tempo. Leaning over she kissed him deeply and nibbled his bottom lip. She had never taken this kind of control before. It was new to her and she loved it. All this energy had been pent up inside of her for so long and now it was erupting with a vengeance! She was so wrapped up in the throes of passion she barely heard him urgently apologizing that he did not think to bring a condom. She pulled her concentration together long enough to tell him she was almost there, and she would take care of him when she was done.

“Hold on for me!” she gasped between moans.

He nodded and gripped her hips tightly.

She drove her hips down harder, wriggling  back and forth, grinding his pelvis. He ached and throbbed inside her. She couldn’t think. The inevitable was imminent.

Her climax burst through her body with an intensity which completely took her breath and nearly knocked her off her studly mount. He grabbed her ass and helped her to continue riding him. Her fingers grabbed and scrabbled down his chest as her orgasm continued, seemingly unending.

She dismounted him, giving both of them a chance to come down. Her breasts heaved with her deep breaths. His cock throbbed and twitched as he watched her.

“It’s your turn,” she said when she had finally caught her breath. “Take me from behind. Just make sure you pull out in time.”

She moved into position. He rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips teasingly, and she squirmed. He grabbed her hips once more and thrust into her hard. It was exquisite. She moaned with pleasure which aroused him even more.

One of the many things she loved about this position was the feeling of her breasts hanging below her prone body, swinging with each thrust. She had been in full control from the first word, and now found herself deeply enjoying being controlled. She wanted him to take her. She wanted him to use her to get the release he was craving!

He wound his fingers in her hair and pulled. She arched her back in response. She was going crazy and knew that it wouldn’t be long before she came again. He thrust faster and deeper, throbbing ever harder inside of her and she came all over him yet again as he drove on and on. Again her orgasm was intense. She almost missed it when he pulled out of her.

His manhood slid along the crack of her ass. A moment later his hot jizz sprayed across her back, nearly up to her shoulder blades. She could tell she had made him cum hard and the moment was tinged with the slightest regret that she had not been able to feel it spurting into her.

He reached for his shirt and used it to wipe her back clean.

“What a gentleman you are,” she purred, looking back at him, grinning. “Thanks.”

“Thank you!” he said, panting. “That was simply amazing.”

“Yes it was,” she agreed as she slid her dress back up over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to zip it, she didn’t bother to retrieve any of her other clothes. She simply looked back and told him to enjoy the rest of his trip, smiled, and walked away, satisfied.

She smiled and chuckled to herself as she headed back to her room.

Next time she would have to ask his name.

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Dessert

by Brenda McIntyre

In eight years of marriage, Crystal had never had a plan quite like this. Dave was her husband, her lover, her world. And now she had a plan she hoped would show him just how much she loved him.

She had thought about it for more than a week. She had gathered the supplies she needed and carefully planned each ingredient, every piece of service ware.  Finally, everything was nearly ready. She carefully set the last few items she needed on the dining room table. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about him walking in and seeing her carefully planned surprise.

Dave came home like he always did. He hung his jacket on the coat hook like he always did. He didn't even bother to call out that he was home.

He walked into the dining room and stopped cold. He had not been prepared for what he saw. Nothing could have prepared him! Crystal had set the table with all manner of dessert toppings: Blueberries and strawberries, whipped cream, candy sprinkles and small pitchers of flavored syrup and chocolate. Crystal herself was lounging in the center of the table, nude, propped up on one elbow. She caressed her smooth, velvety skin with her fingertips. As Dave watched, she slipped her hand over her sex briefly.

She giggled as he stood staring open-mouthed. Her laughter made a soft, almost musical sound.

"Welcome home, baby," she purred, caressing her ample breasts. "I thought you might want to start with dessert tonight."

He stood there, dumbfounded.

"Don't be shy," Crystal coaxed, squeezing her breasts together. "I went to all this trouble."

Dave smiled. His cock stirred in his briefs. He was ready and eager to dive in, but he took a moment to remove his shirt and tie. He had a feeling this was going to be messy.

Crystal watched. Her hands moved slowly over her taut body, never quite pausing. She brushed her fingertips across her nipples until they stood erect. The anticipation was driving her wild.

At last he stood in just his trousers. He rubbed his hands together and looked over the toppings. There were so many choices it was hard to know where to begin.

He reached out and took up a pitcher of chocolate syrup. He carefully poured some over her foot, then kissed and licked it away. He poured a little more onto her calf, and she purred as he licked it up. She reached out, stroking his hair, urging him onward.

He tilted the pitcher again, pouring chocolate syrup on her thigh. He licked it up slowly, carefully, taking his time, teasing her. She cooed and purred, wriggling her hips and pinching her nipples.

Dave put down the pitcher and grabbed a jar of honey. It had a honey dipper in it. He used it to drizzle honey on her sex. She squirmed and cooed. The honey was surprisingly cool.

She moaned long and low as he lapped the honey from her. He did not stop when he had licked up the last of it, but continued, slipping his tongue inside her and tasting her arousal. She moaned, arching her back. His loving tongue made her burn with desire! If he kept this up, he would have her cumming soon. She moved her hips rhythmically.

He stopped long enough to get out of his pants and underwear. His big, thick cock bobbed as he freed it. She watched him, idly fingering her sex, anticipating the loving he was about to give her.

He took up the honey dipper again and smeared honey over his throbbing prick. He moved to her, bringing his meat to her mouth.

"Here's a treat for you," he murmured.

She licked him slowly, looking up into his eyes.  She started near his balls and ran her tongue all the way to the tip. A drop of precum beaded there, and she licked it up, smiling at him.

It took more than a minute for her to clean the honey from his prick. By then he was groaning, trying to thrust his cock into her mouth, but she would only take the head.

She sucked briefly, then pulled the head of his cock from her mouth, smiling. She reached over and picked up a can of whipped cream. She shook it gently before spraying the contents onto her body. She covered her breasts, her belly; even her sex.

It was Dave’s turn to smile. He leaned over her and licked her clean, starting with one nipple, then moving to the other. He wrapped his arms around her, sucking her nipple into his mouth. The whipped cream clung to his arms and face, but he didn't care. He ran his tongue over Crystal's breasts until they were clean, then he started licking whipped cream from her belly. His cock throbbed and surged.

She mewed and purred, wriggling under him as he slowly licked his way down to her sex.  He flicked his tongue over her clit and she cooed. Soon he was licking her hungrily. She squirmed and writhed. He dipped his tongue inside her again, sliding it in and out, fucking her with it. She squealed and bucked, thrusting her hips, getting as much pleasure from his tongue as she could. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. In another instant, she cried out and came, shuddering.

She continued moaning, but he pulled his face away from her. He was rock hard now, and throbbing, dripping precum. He took her hips in his big, strong hands and thrust his aching cock inside her.

She cried out anew as he plunged into her, balls deep. He grunted and thrust again and again, fucking her hard enough to shake the table. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, still thrusting hard. Pump. Pump. Pump.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding the love of her life close. He thrust into her harder and harder! Their moans and sighs mingled as did the sweat from their bodies.

With one final thrust, his cock erupted. They held each other close as he pumped his seed deep inside her.

At last, panting, he pulled his spent dick out of her. She pulled him close and kissed him again, deeply.

"We're not done yet, baby," she mewed. She reached for the chocolate syrup.

"Think you can build up another load?" she asked. "I want to taste your cum."

She dribbled the chocolate over her breasts....

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I hope everyone is staying safe and staying home!

This offering is inspired by a dream I had. As I worked it into a story, I realized I could turn it into a tale set during the current COVID 19 pandemic. I'm not sure if this is the first erotic story set in this quarantine or not, but I certainly hope you enjoy it.

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The Best We Can

a COVID 19 self-quarantine story

by Brenda McIntyre

for James

When the recommendation from the CDC came for all Americans to “shelter in place,” Angel and I found ourselves sharing a spacious home on the outskirts of town. We each had homes of our own, and boyfriends to go home to. But because of Angel’s job working with special needs adults and my classes at Parkside, renting the house made sense. Besides, the rental price for such a luxurious home was hard to pass up.

We made phone calls when the recommendation came. James (her boyfriend), Bruce (mine), Angel and I all agreed it was best for us to stay in the house. This was partly because Angel’s job was essential, but the fact that my car was likely to break down at any moment played a part, too.

There was an attraction between Angel and I from the moment we met. Neither of us considered ourselves lesbian, but we certainly had bisexual tendencies, and we had done some heavy petting well before the quarantine hit. More than mere heavy petting, actually. I had even spent an entire night in her bed, snuggled close to her, her arms around me.

The spring weather worked in our favor. With a little help from Bruce, we were able to set up a portable shower outside. When Angel came home, she would strip, tossing her clothes in a plastic garbage bag and shower herself. I would make sure one of her fluffy robes and at least one towel was hung on the wooden peg outside for her use. Then she could just bring the bag of clothes in and we’d launder them that night.

Whether it was boredom, romantic inspiration, or something else, I couldn’t say. But I found a few key items among our supplies and hatched a plan to surprise my quarantine roommate.

I was waiting in the immense living room. I heard her come in the back door, as always.  I heard her starting the washer in the mud room. I wondered if she could hear the smooth jazz I had playing softly.

She walked in, and I realized once again how gorgeous she is. I’m used to drawing attention when I enter a room. My double D bosom is hard to ignore. In fact, my breasts are the first thing (things?) people usually comment on when meeting me. (Why is that? Do they think I don’t know they’re there?) But Angel’s G-cups are even more attention-grabbing. She’s actually one of the few people who make me feel my breasts are normal-sized when she’s around. Tonight they were straining at the downy pink robe I had chosen for her, almost as if they had a life of their own and were threatening to open the robe from the inside, even if she protested. The robe was short enough to display her exquisite legs, too.

I could already see the look of surprise on her face. It wasn’t just the soft music. The dim lighting highlighted the scented candles I had placed throughout the house. She looked at me with wondrous incredulity, reminding me of a child seeing presents piled high on Christmas morning.

I had found a sheer lavender nightgown, one I had hung in the back of the closet when I realized it no longer fit. I was surprised and delighted to find out that morning that I had lost enough weight to wear it again.

I stepped toward Angel (who really does look like an angel, at least to me. Minus the wings), a glass of champagne in each hand.

“Welcome home, darling,” I purred.

“What’s this?” she asked, a smile breaking over her face like sunshine after a spring rain.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I answered, handing her a glass. “Welcome home.”

For a moment she was motionless, clearly happy, but still processing. At last she clinked her glass on the rim of mine.

“Thanks,” she smiled and took a sip.

“I’ve got the bath all ready,” I said, and she nearly spit out the champagne.

“Bath?”

“C’mon,” I urged gently, taking her arm.

I led her to the master bath, with its huge tub. We had joked about it when we moved in. “Who has a bathtub for four?” I had quipped.

I had candles burning here, too, and a Bluetooth speaker echoing the jazz I had paying throughout the house. I had drawn a hot bubble bath, and the suds sparkled in the candlelight invitingly. As Angel took in the sight, I stood behind her and untied the belt of her robe, sliding it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I wrapped my arms around her waist, my breasts pressed against her back, and kissed her neck softly.

“You went to a lot of trouble,” she said, turning her head toward me.

“Doing something for you is never trouble,” I assured her, nuzzling her neck.

She gently took my chin in her hand, lifting my face to hers, and kissed me full on the mouth. I closed my eyes as her tongue met mine. Angel’s kisses are exquisite, and this one was no exception.

After a long minute of kissing, Angel stood back, looking me over.

“You look amazing!” she said, her eyes sparkling.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and knew I was blushing. Angel is the pretty one. I’m alright-looking, but I’m a little chubby (although Bruce calls it “curvy”).

Angel stepped close again. She kissed me again briefly, then pulled my nightgown over my head. I raised my arms, and despite the sensual quiet of the moment, my heart was racing.

“So beautiful,” Angel whispered, and I felt my blush deepen. She hefted my left breast in her hand, as if testing its weight. She bent close, her breath teasing my nipple in the moment before she pressed her lips to it.

I gasped as she suckled me. I stroked her hair, still damp from her shower outside.

My nipple grew hard in her mouth, and she flicked her tongue over it. Instinctively I pulled her closer.

She stopped, looking up at me briefly with her bright blue eyes before taking my other nipple into her mouth. Her fingers brushed against my sex, and I shivered. Her fingertip settled on my clit, rubbing in slow circles. I held her closer, my hips moving rhythmically.

She would  have gone further, but with a touch I gently reminded her of the bubble bath. She gestured for me to go in, but I took her arm and wordlessly insisted she go first. After all, I had put this evening together for her.

She settled into the water, and I slipped in behind her. I washed her back, even though she had showered.

She turned, facing me. The foam hid her breasts from me, which was somehow more arousing than if they had been visible. She took the pouf I had used to wash her back from me and carefully washed my breasts. She scooted closer and kissed me. Her leg went under mine as she scooted even closer.

Beneath the water, our pussies kissed. I shuddered, but my lover took me in her gentle embrace, moving her hips, rubbing our most intimate parts together.

I had never scissored sitting up. Yet here we were, arms around each other, our pussies grinding. She kissed me deeply, and I gave myself over to the sensations.

Her tongue was caressing my own when I pulled away. I had to! I was gasping and grinding...close to cumming! She kept grinding. We were both breathing heavily. My breathing turned to mewing, which gave way to moaning.

Suddenly I was cumming! Angel held me, still grinding as I squealed and shook.

When it subsided, she pulled me close, stroking my hair. She kissed me softly. Her pussy still rubbed against mine, but less insistently.

I wanted to bring her to orgasm, like she had done for me. But her pussy rubbing mine was light, just a little teasing for both of us. I cupped her breast, lifting it out of the water, above the suds, and licked a slow circle around her nipple. She purred and gently pulled my head to her bosom. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently. It grew erect between my lips.

She purred and cooed, still rubbing her sex against mine. I pinched her other nipple as I suckled her.

She pulled away gently, reaching for a towel as she stood. The water on her skin glistened in the candlelight, making her look like Aphrodite emerging from the sea.

“Let me dry you,” she whispered. “We can continue in bed.”

She didn’t specify her bed or mine, but I didn’t really care at that point. We toweled each other dry, taking time to kiss and lick any exposed flesh. My knees were weak.

We stood in the candlelight for a moment, admiring each other. Angel has a way of devouring me with her eyes, much like a child devours an ice cream cone. That look filled me with a renewed desire, a burning which, if not quenched, threatened to consume my very soul.

She took my hand and led me silently out of the bathroom. She led me through the living room, her ass cheeks clenching alternately as she walked.

I couldn’t wait. I stopped, giving her hand a gentle tug. She turned to face me. I threw my arm around her neck and kissed her deeply. She responded hungrily and I collapsed to the floor, pulling her on top of me. One arm around her neck, my other hand was already massaging her sex.

She kissed me eagerly, like it was the end of the world. I slipped a finger into her wet quim, and then a second. She moaned into my mouth, moving her hips, fucking my fingers.

Her fingers were on my sex, stroking my wet labia. She wriggled her fingers inside. We were both finger fucking each other. My pussy made little squishing sounds as she worked her fingers in and out, faster and faster. I arched my back, crying out as she brought me to another intense orgasm.

She pulled her fingers out and brought them to my mouth. We kissed with her fingers between our lips, both of us tasting my juices.

She was still moving her hips, still fucking my fingers. I rolled over on top of her, not taking my fingers from her dripping pussy. I slid down her body, kissing her breasts, her belly. She purred and cooed as I kissed lower still. I lapped at her love slit like a kitten, tasting her musky juices. She cooed, arching her back, her fingers entwining in my hair. I flicked my tongue over her clit.

“Fuck!” she gasped, grinding her hips faster.

I rubbed her nub with my thumb as I drove my tongue inside her. I bobbed my head, fucking her with my tongue. The flavor was intoxicating! I rubbed my own love button as I drove my tongue deep into her cunt. Again. And again!

She cried out, holding my head to her sex as she ground on my tongue. Her orgasm made her shudder, and a new wave of sex juices flooded my tongue.

I rolled onto my back. We lay there panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on our flesh. At last I felt her hand on my head. With a touch, she urged me to move beside her. I did, and as she embraced me I kissed her tenderly.

She must have carried me to her room as I slept. I woke in her bed. The candles had been responsibly extinguished, but the smooth jazz still played in the darkness. I rolled onto my side.

Her form was highlighted in the sliver of moonlight which peeked through the curtains. I watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed. I reached out, stroking her cheek as she slept.

She purred and smiled.

We were both satisfied. Neither of us would call ourselves lesbian. We’d both rather be home with our boyfriends, loving them and their man parts. But we had found comfort and release in each other’s arms tonight. And we would again.

None of us knows how long this pandemic will last. But like everyone, Angel and I are doing the best we can.

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My Love for Her

by Brenda McIntyre

For this story, I tried something new. I wrote it from the guy's point of view. I'm also excited to report that Johnson Hardcastle has kindly recorded this story for inclusion in an audiobook! The recording (with music and sound effects) will be available in a few days, but only to my patrons. Become a patron at patreon.com/brendabrunette so you don't miss it!

I entered the bedroom noiselessly. My wife lay on the bed, sleeping lightly. She wore only a white lace bra and panty set. I slipped into the bed beside her and covered her eyes with a blindfold. I gently lifted her hands up above her head and tied them to the bed frame, first the left, then the right. As my wife stirred and began to wake I kissed her deeply. My tongue caressed hers.

I kissed her neck. Then her breasts. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, releasing her double D’s. I kneaded them with both hands as she mewed softly. I pinched her nipples, then lowered my head and ran the flat of my tongue over one of them. She purred and her nipple stiffened. I pressed my mouth to it, sucking gently. I nibbled it a little. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her tit to my mouth.

I was already rock hard as I kissed and licked her abdomen. As I ran my tongue along the waistband of her panties, I took my pocket knife from the nightstand and flicked it open. I pressed the flat of the blade to her waist, letting her feel the cold steel on her bare skin. Then I slipped the blade under one side of her panties and cut through the lacy fabric. I cut the other side as well. Then I slipped her panties out from beneath her ass.

I laid my pocket knife aside and settled between her legs. I kissed her inner thigh, letting my tongue slowly work its way toward her sex.

I took my time getting there. She purred and mewed, tugging at her restraints, wordlessly begging me to taste her. I slipped my tongue between her buttery lips, slowly sawing it upward toward her clit, which I kissed tenderly. I massaged it with my tongue, making her moan with pleasure. Still licking her clit, I slipped two fingers inside her wet quim. I worked them in and out, curving them, exploring her innermost being. She moaned and rocked her hips, taking my fingers deeper. As she neared orgasm I drove my fingers into her harder and faster until she bucked, her pussy squirting all over them.

I stood, my cock throbbing. Leaving her tied to the bed and blindfolded, I walked to the door. I opened it and shut it again, making her think I had left the room.

Several minutes ticked past. She called my name quietly, wondering if I had, indeed, left.

Without a word I slipped back onto the bed and pushed my aching cock inside her. I took her thighs in my hands and drove my cock into her deep. I pulled out and drove my cock into her again. And again!

Fucking her, I grabbed the knife from the nightstand and cut the rope holding her right hand to the bed frame.

“Rub your clit,” I whispered as I drove my cock relentlessly into her. She complied, and soon she had fingered herself to an intense orgasm. I plowed into her, fucking her hard. I was so close! With one final thrust I came deep inside her.

I moved my hips gently. Her wet cunt kept me hard. I pulled out of her and untied her blindfold. As she blinked in the light of the bedroom I shoved my cock into her mouth, making her gag.

I fucked her mouth as I had fucked her pussy, making her choke with each thrust. At last I couldn’t stand anymore. My cock erupted.

“Swallow,” I grunted. “Swallow!”

She managed to swallow most of it. She pulled away before I was done and caught a couple of spurts on her adorable face.

“I love you,” I whispered as I released her from her bindings. I held her close, caressing her smooth skin.

“I love you, too,” she breathed at long last. She sat up on the bed, pushing me firmly onto my back.

“Let me show you how much.”

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BOOK REVIEW: Lust in London

Review by Brenda McIntyre

I’ll admit it: I’m envious of Alicia West. While I consider myself a writer, West is a wordcraft. The sex in Lust in London isn’t just hot, it varies. When the main character, Anna, has a somewhat disappointing encounter, the reader can sense it as the scene unfolds. Trust me, I’ll be analyzing the tricks West used to achieve this effect.

The other thing West does that I don’t is this: She takes her time. I tend to jump right into the heavy stuff. West provides a slow burn that builds to a passionate climax. (See what I did there?) This is something I’ve been working on in my own writing, and I’ll be using Lust in London to learn more about this technique as well.

The story is about a woman named Anna Vandoorne, CEO of a property development company. This is where West lost me as a reader. I know nothing about real estate or property development, and the drama of Anna’s position was nonsense to me. The important thing is Anna is a powerful CEO of a big corporation who travels all over the world. It serves as a way of getting her from one steamy encounter to the next, and (for me, anyway) nothing more. Consequently, I would have enjoyed a little less corporate drama and more hot bedroom action. Of course, a lot of people tell me scoring with a corporate exec is one of their top fantasies. Honestly, it doesn’t even make my list.

Still, it was refreshing to read something that wasn’t simply trying to be a clone of Fifty Shades, and it was even more of a pleasure to read a book that had obviously been edited. So much erotica I read (especially through electronic media) is filled with errors in spelling, punctuation, word usage, etc.

Don't let the subtitle fool you. Lust in London is not a romance in the traditional sense. While Anna has two different companions she'd like to see more of, none of the characters is at any point interested in "settling down."

I recommend Lust in London for those who enjoy an erotic read. Four out of five stars. You order your copy HERE.