It’s a real pleasure to welcome the brilliant Kay Jaybee to the blog today with some seasonal sexiliciousness. Over to you, Kay.
Ever since I started to write erotica nine years ago, I have written an annual Christmas story. When the much missed Oysters and Chocolate erotica site was alive and kicking, I provided the festive tale each and every year- and I just loved writing them. SO much so, that not only did I pen them a short tale every December, but I also set my novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (originally pub by Oysters, but now in the capable hands of the 1001Nights Press) at Christmas time.
This year – with no Oysters and Chocolate to provide some seasonal smut for- I was at a loss!! Until my dear friends Victoria and Kev Blisse and Lily Harlem said- self publish one!! And so I did!!
Christmas Kink is a collection of five erotic stories- four of which once appeared on the Oysters web site, and one of which (The Little Red Dress) is brand spanking new!!
What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the presents?
Kay Jaybee’s Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into five individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…
Romantic, steamy, with a touch of S&M, and a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really) – I think I’ve added a little festive kink into this anthology for everyone…
Here’s a little taster from the first story in Christmas Kink…
Santa’s Little Helper
Jay gazed approvingly at her reflection in the tinsel decorated mirror. The gold material shimmered as she turned from side-to-side. Cut to fit tightly against her chest, the bodice section gave way to an extremely short, almost tutu style skirt, of the finest silvery gauze.
Her fingers trailed through the soft folds before she reached around to stroke the feather like wings that protruded from her back.
The fabric curtain was drawn back and the sales assistant drew breath. ‘You are possibly the most beautiful fairy ever destined to top a Christmas tree.’ He pulled the ties tighter at the back of the bodice, forcing Jay to stand up taller. ‘You are also the sexiest.’ He pushed two exquisite high-heeled shoes towards her white stocking clad feet, enjoying the view as her tiny gold thong flashed in front of his eyes when she bent slightly to slip them on.
As a final touch he slid a delicate glittering tiara onto her short curled hair, and put a wand in her hand. ‘Now, all that’s missing is a smile.’
‘I am smiling.’
‘That’s not a smile, that’s the evil grin of a wicked slut who knows that every guy that claps eyes on you is going to be asking Santa Claus if he can screw you for Christmas.’
‘I was thinking you could go for the child friendly smile. After all, you’re supposed to be Santa’s Little Helper at one of the department stores right?’
Jay nodded, and tried to wipe the lust off her face. Not easy when she felt so damn horny dressed like an expensive tree decoration. She thanked the assistant, paid the costume hire charge and, wrapping a large black cloak around her shoulders, left the shop for her place of work.
The shop assistant had been right, she was to be Santa’s Little Helper, but this was not a grotto for children; his joke had been closer to the truth than he’d thought. As Jay reached ‘Spanks’, the club she’d worked in for two years, she slipped into one of the back rooms, and into the discreetly advertised grotto.
Santa, already dressed in his traditional red and white, with huge false beard and hat in place, stared at her with giveaway young eyes as she hung up her cloak. He didn’t say anything, but slipped a gloved hand up her skirt and slowly stroked the tops of her legs. Jay purred at him, enjoying the sensations for a few seconds before moving away.
It was show time.
The queue was fairly small, but as visits to Santa had been by appointment only, this was not a surprise.
After the first five men had sat on Santa’s lap and asked to have their Christmas wishes granted, for which they had already paid handsomely, Jay was glad to have a break. She needed a drink to remove the taste of condom and sweat from the three blow jobs she’d given, and needed to calm her own rising desire after the last two guys activities.
They had visited Santa together, sitting on a knee each, they’d requested an intimate examination of her chest. Santa had obliged, removed his gloves and undid her bodice…’
If you’d like to see what Santa did next, or you fancy dipping into the other stories- Decorations, Cake Mix, Candy at Christmas or The Little Red Dress- you can buy Christmas Kink on Amazon at-
If you prefer your stories a little longer- then how about getting your teeth stuck into my delivery man novella- here’s a seasonal taster from Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man…
A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny towards the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.
Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, ‘Last minute wrapping?’
‘A few bits for the neighbour’s kids.’ She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her. ‘My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.’
‘That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.’
She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.
‘Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?’
Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms were pinned to her sides and her legs were clamped together, as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.
Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure-hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them… do whatever he wanted with them.
John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.
He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.
Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination; his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.
Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland towards her.
Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric. ‘I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.’
Wide-eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.
Mewling into the purple darkness and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head.
Then his hands came to her elbows. ‘You look incredible. Are you okay?’
She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.
‘Good girl. You remembered not to talk,’ John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, ‘You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.’
As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.
The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed more freely, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.
‘What a hot little bad girl you are.’
Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap.
Abruptly John stopped, his weight lifted from her, and a sense of bereavement consumed her body. She had no idea how she managed not to plead for more.
The purple ribbon over her eyes became darker, and Jenny realized he must have turned the lights off. Then the chirpy Christmas tunes that had been playing in the background disappeared as the radio was clicked off. Silence filled the room. Uncertainty crept through Jenny’s mind, and a drizzle of perspiration trickled between the packaging and the back of her neck. Her ears strained to pick up a sound, but she couldn’t hear anything, not even her man’s breathing…
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Many thanks for letting me pop by today Demelza!!
Merry Christmas to you all!!
Kay Jaybee wrote the novels The Retreat (Xcite, 2013), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), and The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012). She also wrote the novellas, Not Her Type (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press), and the anthologies Christmas Kink (KDP, 2013) The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Details of Kay’s work can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
Kay also write contemporary romance under the name Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk