Girl On The Net | Contributing Writer | Thursday, 5 March 2015

It’s (Erotic) World Book Day - Here’s Some Filth

The Debrief: Are you reading this on the tube? Good...

I hope you’re reading this on the tube. I hope there are people casting sly glances over your shoulder and raising an eyebrow or two at the sexy words. For some reason I have a real thing for reading porn on the train - a combination of the taboo nature of getting horny in public and that oh so sexy rocking motion that you get on any public transport. Reading porn in public is an activity which - god bless the 21st century - became a hell of a lot easier when they invented the Kindle. As a consequence, there’s now a veritable ocean of smut to dive into - and no need to carry sticky-paged books when you’re on your morning commute. 

This week it’s World Book Day, and as a consequence it’s also Erotic World Book Day. If World Book Day is a kindly librarian offering to show you around, then EWBD is a horny sailor giving you the side-eye, and begging you to let him come on your Kindle. 

Run by a bunch of erotica authors, Erotic World Book Day celebrates the smuttiest, hottest, most intimate writing: not an inner goddess in sight. Oh, and it raises money for kickass sex ed charity Brook in the process.

What better excuse than to round up a few snippets of smut from contributing authors, eager fans, and a flick through my own book collection? If you fancy a quick hand shandy while making the world a better place, join me on a whistlestop tour of hot smut - and make your train journeys 100% more fun. 

The warm up…

This snippet comes from a teasing, horny BDSM scene. If any of you are thinking of mentioning certain shades of a certain colour, you can stop right there. The author - Cara Sutra - has genuine dominant and submissive relationships in real life, so this story’s written with experience, and a genuine passion for those moments when orders are given… and obeyed without question. 

'We're going to play a few games. You need to trust me. It’s like exercise. It’s all for your own good, although you might struggle at times. You will spread your legs for me, placing your head on the pile of clothes on the desk, and you will put your wrists behind your back. Hold yourself in that position. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Sir…'

Grateful to be able to bury her burning face in her clothes, she hurried into position. Her breasts brushed the edge of the desk once her face was sideways on her clothes. She felt her thigh muscles being stretched as she parted her straight legs.

Slowly, she put her wrists behind her back.

From: An Intimate Education - collection of short stories for EWBD, Cara Sutra

Stripping off…

This story gets me hot because it starts with two guys being playfully friendly, and gradually ramps up the sexual tension until they’re panting for each other.

'I pressed my face into his stomach and his fingers twisted through my hair, then eased me back onto my haunches till I was looking up at him again. With an eagerness that belied his cool exterior, Nick slid the joggers off his hips and slowly – so fucking slowly – over the emerging length of his huge, granite-hard dick.'

From: Flat Warming - short story in Chemical SexExhibitA

Foreplay

I know, I’m a tease. That was just to whet your appetite. Here’s another extract from a short story - this time written from the submissive guy’s perspective.

She moved to straddle his hips, her hands on the back of the sofa.

'Hold yourself and watch.' She began to move her hips, rubbing herself up and down his cock. Her hot, wet slit caressed his length, covering him in a sheen of shimmering gossamer.

The ache in his balls was turning into a dull throb, his cock ready to explode. He wanted to hold on, he needed her to tell him it was OK, he wouldn’t give in yet. He gritted his teeth, his head falling back as his eyes closed.

'I said watch!' The slap across his face only served to ramp up his need.

He did as she demanded, almost coming undone at the sight before him. 

She raised herself slightly, holding the head of his cock at the gate of her pussy. She sank down just enough to take the flushed head of his cock inside her; with controlled movements she fucked him at that frustrating depth. The tight friction had the fingers of his free hand digging into the sofa. The sight of his cock disappearing between her wet lips had him gasping for breath.

An Intimate Education - collection of short stories for EWBD, Rebecca Black

Lubing up

Fine, I’ll admit it: I have a massive thing for gay porn - both on screen and written down. Mainly because I am a big fan of dudes, so the more of them that can be involved in any individual shag, the more likely I am to claw at the bedposts screaming ‘oh Jesus YES.’ This is from a story I’ve had a sneak peek at before it’s published…

I sprinted upstairs, grabbed a condom and lube. When I returned to him, he was face down on the floor, tan legs spread wide, white ass gyrating below his bound wrists. The vision of him fucking the carpet almost caused me to shoot my load.

'Holy shit, those are some sexy tan lines, baby.'

He lifted his head and smiled.

'Hurry up and fuck me.'

'You sure this is how you want it? The bed is much more comfortable.'

'This is perfect, I want to feel you on top of me while you fuck me hard.'

'Okay, okay. Give me a sec.' I rolled on a condom and lubed up, then poured some down his crack and rubbed it into his hole. 'Let me get you ready.'

'I'm ready now.'

Cops and Robbers by Oleander Plume From the  Tie Me Up anthology - released 18th March

Getting kinky

If you, like me, thought 50 Shades was a little light on spanking, you’ll be delighted to hear that there are plenty of erotic books with more than a little beating. I’ve chosen the following section because it’s not shy, or nervous, or uncertain about BDSM - it’s screamingly enthusiastic. 

I swing the paddle and enjoy the satisfying thump against his butt. I’m careful not to hit too high, I don’t want to do him any real damage. Three, four slaps and one more for luck, then I swap to the sweet flogger, the many lashes whipping and cracking, leaving lines of red on the bright pink background of his punished flesh.

He’s moaning and whelping a bit more than usual, and I wonder if I’m really hitting him that much harder? Then I realise I don’t really care. I slap his buttocks with my hand, loving the feel of his heated flesh beneath my fingers. 

'Nice and red.' I exclaim, 'Just right for me to fuck.'

'What do you want me to do slave?'

'Fuck me, Mistress.' the words seem choked.

'LOUDER!' I demand and slap my hand down really hard.

'FUCK ME, MISTRESS!'

From: Fulfill me, Victoria Blisse

If that’s not kinky enough, then how about something a bit more unusual? The following extract comes from an erotic classic - written in 1928 and with more than a whiff of the Marquis de Sade about it. It gets a hell of a lot weirder than this in places, but I don’t want to kill the mood, so I’ll use one of the sexiest bits:

The day was extremely hot. Simone put the saucer on a small bench, planted herself before me, and, with her eyes fixed on me, she sat down without my being able to see her burning buttocks under the skirt, dipping into the cool milk. The blood shot to my head, and I stood before her awhile, immobile and trembling, as she eyed my stiff cock bulging in my trousers. Then I lay down at her feet without her stirring and for the first time, I saw her pink and dark flesh cooling in the white milk. We remained motionless, both of us equally overwhelmed…

Suddenly, she got up, and I saw the milk dripping down her thighs to the stockings. She wiped herself evenly with a handkerchief as she stood over my head with one foot on the small bench, and I vigorously rubbed my cock through the trousers while writhing amorously on the floor. We reached orgasm at almost the same instant without even touching one another.

From: Story of the Eye, Georges Bataille

The climax

I can’t NOT include a good orgasm, can I? And given that so far we’ve had couples, I thought it’d be good to throw in a solo scene: because masturbation can make seriously hot erotica too.

'She clicked the button one more time and whoosh; she felt her orgasm overtake her in spasms, waves of joy rocking her body and rippling out from clit to pelvis to nipples to fingertips as she came harder even than she had with Ben. She hurriedly pulled the toy away, replacing it with her hand cupping her pussy, and then lay there, stunned, orgasm pulsing through her body, a rushing sound in her ears as she floated back down to earth.'

From: Blue Mondays, Emily Dubberley

The full package

To my mind, some of the best erotica is that which comes in small bursts - short snippets dropped into a plot. Those moments when you stumble across a sentence or a scenario that does it for you so hard that you’ll read that passage again and again. The following extract is from one of my favourite sexy books ever. This book is almost entirely composed of those snippets - if I had it in print you wouldn’t be able to let it fall open to the best bit, because every page has a ‘best bit.’ Like this…

There was Jeffrey — Jeff, Jeffrey, he didn’t care — who met her through her ad online. He couldn’t believe his luck; they’d been talking in the coffee shop for maybe five minutes when she looked him up and down and said calmly, 'So if I take you back to my place now, will you bend me over and fuck me in the ass?' At first he thought it was a scam, thought her boyfriend would jump out from behind her door and mug him or something; but she sighed impatiently and said, 'Fine. Your place, my place. A motel. Whatever,' and he dropped a twenty on the coffee shop table and took her to a motel down the block. And then he really couldn’t believe his luck. The door shut behind them, and she tossed her purse in the corner, jerked up her skirt, flopped over the dresser, spread her ass cheeks apart with her hands, and started begging him to stick it in. She didn’t have to beg him twice. He scrambled out of his pants, shoved a condom onto his dick, and hastily guided himself into her open, gentle asshole. He fucked her slow and sweet until she squirmed and bucked and whimpered for him to fuck her hard and fast, and then he slammed her, five or six good slams before he came.

From: Bending: Dirty Kinky Stories About Pain, Power, Religion, Unicorns & More, Greta Christina

The thing I love most about erotic writing is that it’s so personal - from the words you use (are you a ‘pussy’ or a ‘cunt’ person? ‘Cock’ or ‘dick’?) to the descriptions of the characters - muscular, slim, tall, short, curvy enough to bury your face in… the bits that turn you on or off will be unique and personal to you. As a sex blogger, naturally I’ve written my own book. It’s filth, obviously, but the problem with it is that every story is true. While there’s hotness is knowing that what you’re reading is something that happened in real life, naturally the protagonists are going to be limited to guys I’ve met in bars/at university/in the seedy end of a Japanese sex club. 

I don’t think Erotic World Book Day is about celebrating books, per se, it’s more about showcasing just how varied our dirty bookshelves can be. I’m hoping that there’ll be a fair few authors above who you haven’t heard of before, or scenarios that you hadn’t considered sexy until someone wrote them just so. Because the most enjoyable thing about reading erotica is finding out just what works best for you. That unique kick of sexy discovery - when you come across a passage that so perfectly appeals to what you fancy. And you cross your legs and hope that the train gets you home soon.

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