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Anything She Wants #5: Blurring the Boundary by Sarah Ellen

September 13, 2013 by Harper Bliss Leave a Comment

Have you ever dreamed that you were an actress in e.g. The Fall, playing opposite Gillian Anderson, and you have to play an intimate scene and things get seriously out of hand? No? Well, I have and that’s why I love Sarah Ellen’s story Blurring the Boundary in Anything She Wants. 😉

“Five minutes, Katherine,” a voice outside her trailer called.

“I’ll be there,” she responded.

She took several deep breaths and felt her anxiety begin to recede. “You can do this,” she told herself.

She met Alex on the set. They laughed together as they were each handed a robe and the flesh-colored panties.

“Sexy, eh?” Alex whispered.

They changed behind discreet screens and Katherine emerged feeling self-conscious. She made her way towards the enormous bed and climbed into it. Alex too hopped on, then settled beneath Katherine.

“Just remember, Katherine,” the director said, “don’t overdo the movement.”

“Do you know how many times he’s told me that?” Katherine asked.

“Well, here goes.” Alex grinned.

On cue, Alex began kissing her and Katherine’s resolve immediately started to crumble. The insistence of Alex’s prying tongue and the pink softness of her lips set her heart jumping. Her panties felt tight and constrained. She could feel the beginnings of moisture tracking its way down. The memory of Alex’s breasts and the sensation of her rigid nipples beneath her fingertips filled her mind. She wanted to explore them once more.

SARAH ELLEN lives in Bristol, England and has been previously published in Hot & Bothered: Short Short Fiction on Lesbian Desire, Island Girls Tropical Lesbian Erotica & Best lesbian Erotica 2011. She enjoys exploring the shameless freedom that writing erotica provides—a means of savouring exquisite affairs whilst remaining steadfastly faithful to her partner of 22 years.

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Anything She Wants #4: Hooked by Erzabet Bishop

September 12, 2013 by Harper Bliss 1 Comment

Naughty crochet and spanking are the ingredients of Hooked, Erzabet Bishop‘s story in Anything She Wants. One of the characters also bakes ‘cupcakes for Fifty Shades parties’. Does it get quirkier than that? Erzabet’s never shy of an original idea and I love her out-of-the-box (no pun intended) spirit. I bet you want a taste now.

Here’s a snippet:

“I want you to brace yourself against the worktable. If you don’t, I’ll use one of these handy crochet cuffs of yours to bind you to the chair. Is that understood?” Carly asked.

“Yes,” Mercy whispered. Her desire for Carly was so strong she would do anything.

“Yes who?” Carly demanded, smacking her ass with her hand.

Mercy sputtered, thinking of the mountain of erotica novels she had read and said the first thing that popped out of her mouth. “Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s what I want to hear. Four spanks for you. Two for making me wait and two more for thinking less of yourself. Every time I connect, you will thank me. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Now bend over before I take a knitting needle after your ass and cane you with it for making me wait even longer.”

Mercy swallowed deep and braced herself on the work table.

Carly stood behind her and her open palm hit the soft flesh of Mercy’s right buttock.

Smack!

ERZABET BISHOP has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Anything She Wants, Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires and Samhain Shadows (upcoming). She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Anything She Wants #3: Loving the Lady by Lucy Felthouse

September 11, 2013 by Harper Bliss Leave a Comment

I love the narrator in Lucy’s story Loving The Lady, because (and what’s not to love about that?) she’s a waitress packing heat! Also, Lucy is an erotica powerhouse who simply never lets you down. I think there must be a Lucy Felthouse story in every erotica anthology I’ve read over the past years, and it’s easy to see why. Her writing is very accessible, her dialogue is funny and natural and the sex scenes are always hot.

Toni, the dildo-packing waitress in Loving The Lady, hits on an older female guest attending the party she’s working and well, this is were personal taste comes in (as it always does when picking stories), I do have a very, very soft spot for stories like that. (And you may find some more cougars in Anything She Wants.)

Here’s a snippet (beware, because it’s hot):

Twisting my neck to pull away from the kiss took a great deal of willpower. Clarissa was a wonderful kisser, the sort of woman I could kiss all day and all night. But, sadly, we didn’t have forever to partake in our tryst, and I wanted, at the very least, a taste of her cunt before we had to part.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, and did the very thing I’d been dreaming of—pulled up her dress and yanked down her knickers. The undergarment was very skimpy, particularly for such a mature, classy woman, but I guessed that anything else would have ruined the lines of her dress or given her a visible panty line. She stepped out of them, and I tossed the scrap of lace to one side, then bade her to hold up the dress so I could get to the treasures beneath.

She gasped. “I’ve… I’ve never—”

“Shh,” I replied, placing my hands on her inner thighs. “I know. Don’t worry. Just keep quiet.” I pushed her legs apart, eager to feast on what was between them. As soon as my face was close enough to smell her, my own cunt clenched with need. She was wet, ready, and her musky arousal filled my nostrils, swept across my taste buds, threatening to make me salivate. And I hadn’t even tasted her yet.

I rectified that very quickly. I pushed my thumbs between her lower lips and pulled them apart. They were heavy, slick, and I gazed upon what I had revealed. A beautiful dark pink pussy, shimmering and swollen with need. Even as I looked, a trickle of cream seeped from her entrance and I quickly darted out my tongue and lapped it up.

Then, once I had started, I couldn’t possibly stop. She was delicious, perfect, and I desperately wanted more. I began to lick her with all the enthusiasm I felt, and before long she was trembling and mewling and I had to pause a moment to remind her to be quiet. I smirked as she let go of her dress with one hand and stuffed her fingers between her lips. Her straight white teeth dug into the skin and would muffle any sound she made. I decided to put it to the test.

LUCY FELTHOUSE (lucyfelthouse.co.uk) is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013.

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Anything She Wants #2: The Corner Chair by Laila Blake

September 10, 2013 by Harper Bliss 4 Comments

The Corner Chair was the first story I read by Laila Blake, but it certainly wasn’t my last. I’ll happily admit to having developed somewhat of an author crush on Laila and I’m over the moon that A Hotter State will publish her BDSM novella Driftwood Deeds later this year. Laila’s erotica star is rising and rightly so. I was quite blown away by The Corner Chair because I instantly fell in love with the writing. I read it, and then I read it again. Then I jumped up and down for a bit and made my wife read it. The Corner Chair is literary erotica at its finest and I will always be proud to be able to say that Ladylit published Laila’s very first erotica story in Anything She Wants.

P.S. Laila’s equally breathtaking story On an Ocean of Skin appears in Ladylit’s mini-anthology Sweat (Five Sporty Tales of Lesbian Lust).

Here’s a snippet from The Corner Chair:

She is not a cringing, cowardly creature. She does not fear anything, I think, but she adores praise like nothing else, even just a satisfied glance can make her chest swell with pride. Which is, of course, why she was kneeling there for near three hours—her hair matted with sweat, face red and tense, the muscles of her thighs shaking with exhaustion: because she adores being given the opportunity to earn my praise.

I had been watching her silently from across the room for the last ten minutes or so. She was beautiful. I know I sometimes forget to mention that because, to me, it is so utterly clear and obvious that it almost seems trivial and silly to try and put it into words. But let me be clear: my kitten is utterly beautiful—with her huge, shining eyes, the wild red hair and the freckles that spread all over her light, almost pink skin, down her face, her breasts, her shoulders and all the way down, only petering out in the small of her back, over the dimpled cheeks of her ass. She carries just enough weight and gravity to make her soft and plump like a ripe fig, ready to feast upon.

Maybe it was cruel, but I want to try and explain it if you have never been in this situation before. You know that she is perching there, in pain, every second stretching into infinity, waiting, always waiting for a word, a gesture of yours that would end the struggle. She wasn’t tied to the chair at all and—albeit with some struggle to make her stiff and aching muscles move—she could have gotten off the chair at any moment. But she didn’t, because of you. Because of me. Watching her fight to keep her shaking muscles in line, forcing her body to ignore every rational reaction to the stimulus of pain it could come up with, was more than a testament to power. Far more. Power means nothing in the face of all that longing, that desire, the knowledge that every stretching second, she is imagining your face, your cunt, the taste of your tongue.

LAILA BLAKE (lailablake.com) is a linguist, author and translator. She writes character-driven love stories, whether in romance, erotica, YA or mainstream, co-hosts the podcast Lilt and blogs about writing, feminism and society. The first instalment of her Lakeside series, a paranormal romantic fantasy, was published in early 2013, and her next publication, an erotic novella called Driftwood Deeds, will follow in November 2013. She lives in Cologne/Germany with her cat Nookie, adores obscure folk singers and plays the guitar.

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Anything She Wants #1: Cliché by Kay Jaybee

September 9, 2013 by Harper Bliss 2 Comments

Anything She Wants For the first three months after its release Anything She Wants was only available on Amazon (so we could offer it as a free download). Those three months have now passed and to celebrate that Anything She Wants is now for sale at all other major ebook retailers, I’ve decided to share with you why I picked the stories that made it into the anthology.

(I’m also on holiday the next two weeks to visit my family in Belgium and thought this was a good idea to bridge the gap so you don’t forget about me. ;-p)

Let’s kick things off with the opening story, ClichĂ© by Kay Jaybee. First of all, I was stunned when Kay sent me a story. This was my first call for submissions and I didn’t really know what to expect, but I had certainly never expected a multi-published and highly respected author such as Kay to submit to me. 😉 After being stunned for a little while, I quickly became thrilled instead when I read her story. It went on the YES pile immediately because it ticked all the right boxes. In order of importance: 1. It was hot. 2. It was well-written. 3. The setting was original. 4. The whole story builds towards an inevitable climax. (I should probably dedicate an entire blog post to these criteria.) (I will!)

Remember the movie Inception? A dream within a dream within a dream? ClichĂ© is a story about a story within a story, which also results in double/simultaneous sex scenes. It’s awesome, sexy and it made me chuckle and I knew that if I wanted to start the anthology with a bang, this was the right story to do it with.

Here’s a snippet:

Lauren breathed the words in my ear, “Tell me a story.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her expression; her brown eyes were wide, clear and eager as they looked into mine. Lying together, naked, face to face, and pleasantly sticky from an afternoon of excessive fucking, our limbs were comfortably entangled in the hotel’s black satin sheets. “What sort of story?”

“Tell me what happened when you went to visit your publisher.”

I swept a stray chestnut hair from her forehead. “The fantasy version, I assume?”

“Oh yes.”

I shuffled closer to her, my red hair sinking deeper into the goose down pillows, my breasts rubbing against her feather soft chest, enjoying the brush of her nipples against my own.

Lauren loves it when I make up stories just for her, and as she has been the inspiration for most of the erotica I have written over the years, it would be churlish of me to object.

“Right then,” I stroked my free hand along the tanned arm that lay above the sheets, “are you lying comfortably? Then I’ll begin.”

My girl chuckled, pressing her curvaceous body harder against mine as I took a moment to think before launching into my tale.

“The secretary sat in the outer office. Despite the air conditioning that murmured constantly in the background, it was warm and stuffy, and she’d already discarded her grey suit jacket to the back of her swivel chair
”

Lauren interrupted me. “Can you make her blonde please?”

“That is so clichĂ©, honey.”

“ClichĂ©s are clichĂ©s for good reason. That’s what you writers say, isn’t it?” Lauren replied, her twinkling eyes daring me to disagree.

“Well yes, but there are clichĂ©s, and then there are downright unbelievably stereotypical plot lines!”

KAY JAYBEE has written The Voyeur (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2012), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation (Xcite 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite, 2011), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012).

Details of all her work can be found at kayjaybee.me.uk

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Special Guest: Vanessa de Sade

July 8, 2013 by Harper Bliss 1 Comment

Anything She WantsI’m very happy to welcome the talented Vanessa de Sade to my blog today. Vanessa’s naughty story ‘The Dress’ appears in my lesbian erotica anthology Anything She Wants and she has a thing or two to say about the following subject…

Why do straight women write and read lesbian erotica?

It’s a question that you won’t ever find on an exam paper for an English literature degree, yet many of us indulge in same-sex fantasies on a regular basis, and it’s not uncommon to extend this daydreaming to our reading material.

So, why do it?

Well, I can’t speak for all of womankind, but I like women. And, yes, I do mean in the biblical sense. Of course, I don’t indulge this particular pleasure any more because I’m in a monogamous relationship that involves progeny, but all my early love affairs were with other girls, and, at college, I have to confess to being a bit of a lesbian slut.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to boys. Far from it. Their bodies had always fascinated me, and I was as eager to come to grips with some cock as the next girl. It was just what was attached to them that was the problem. As a teenager and well into my twenties, I thought men were deplorable. They were boorish, insensitive, bullying and, worst of all, untrustworthy. There was never any guarantee that, if you did get down and dirty with one, that intimate details about you wouldn’t be spread all over the locker-room the very next morning. Plus, from what my friends confided, they weren’t all that skilled at operating our equipment and being left high and dry with a sticky hand was, I was assured, par for the course.

Girls, on the other hand, were trusted confidants. They were your best friends as well as your lovers and they kept your secrets to the grave. Plus they came with big kissable breasts and their bodies were warm and soft and they didn’t ever hurry you or try to force you. And, of course, when they finally did reach third base, well, they certainly knew what to do with what they found down there.

My first lover had been my friend for years, but when we went off on a caravan holiday together in our teens and found ourselves alone by a lakeside things soon got steamy. There was skinny dipping. Then there were kisses. And then there were ten passionate days of absolute bliss. And after that I never looked back, and I have to admit that I was fairly convinced that I was a lesbian until I finally met a sweet sensitive man who was also phenomenally attractive that I overcame my mistrust and learned to appreciate male anatomy close up. *Snigger!*

So now I confine all my hot Sapphic urges to my writing. All my characters come to me from chance encounters; and when I brush past some exquisite creature in a crowded room and feel the silk of her blouse caress my hand or inhale her perfume and feel that old familiar warm feeling down below I know that a new story’s brewing, and I set about inventing a whole history for her and then think up ways for getting her naked and into my character’s bed.

Cassandra, the predatory dressmaker from my story The Dress that features in Anything She Wants, was based on a real tailor who snaked her tape around me and let her hands linger deliciously as she took my measurements; and in my taboo-erotica story, The Halloween Ball, which was supposed to be about heterosexual twincest, the main bedroom scenes were hijacked by the love affair between Natasha, the haughty Goth heroine, and an unnamed Rubenesque lovely who, without so much as a by-your-leave from me, took over the story and became its narrator.

I had been minding my own business and looking through fabric off-cuts in a shop when this girl brushed against me. She was large and fragrant, dressed in a flowing cheesecloth dress and reeking of patchouli, her breasts two snow white orbs in her low cut top, and I was visualising her naked before I even left the store. It was no small wonder that she had invaded what became one of my favourite stories before I’d even got home.

I so love my work.

So, that, my darlings, is me, Hasbian and writer of girl-on-girl fantasies for your pleasure. I’ve recently even tried my hand at a YA novelette, The House at Ghost Elm Sands, which has been a real challenge as I’ve tried to tell a story of obsession between thirteen-year-olds without any actual sex or profanity, but, even if I do say so myself, I did write one of the sexiest lesbian kisses ever put on the page.

Happy reading


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Vanessa de Sade is a forty-something full-figure gal who likes to write hot stories about real women exploring the darker regions of their own sexuality. She is the author of ‘Melancholia Falls’ and other popular novellas and stories; plus the collections ‘Rubyfruit Jungle’ and ‘Nude Shots’. A collection of her erotic fairy tales will be published later this year and she is currently trying her hand at a YA novel.

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