Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Let's Welcome Kay Jaybee...


Come in, pull up a chair and get comfy...





Thanks for letting me come a crash at your place today Raven!


Other people’s fantasies have always fascinated me. After all, our brain is without doubt the most important of all our sexual organs- without our imaginations, sex would merely be a physical thing. Okay, the physical side is not exactly a bad thing- but throw in some hot imaginative day dreams, and it’s always going to be better!
It was this concept that bought the stories of The Collector together. A compendium of 21 different erotic tales, some long, some short, all gathered and narrated by an ordinary woman who has taken the uncovering, discovering, and exploring of other peoples sexual ideas, adventures and desires as her hobby...

The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her tales
of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already
engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?
She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her
notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording,
the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.
Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector's
sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and
voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own
before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.
It is time for the worlds raunchiest
chronicler to come to light.


It is now four years since I first wrote The Collector, and here I am happily shouting about its re-launch!!
So much has happened thanks to the success of this gathering of kinkiness! I wonder if any of the novellas and novels I’ve written since would have come to light if I wasn’t constantly intrigued by how different people’s erotic musing s are, and hadn’t taken the plunge and written The Collector?
Here’s little snippet for you- Do you like liquorice?

Sweets

‘Perhaps I should explain that we work in a sweet shop. We sell the old fashioned kind of sweets in jars; lemon sherbets, kola-kubes, cherry lips, dolly mixtures, alongside all the new stuff and posh boxes of chocolates.
It all happened quite quickly I guess. It was obvious from the moment I took the job that we wanted each other, but initially we held back. Work isn’t the best place after all, especially if there are only two members of staff. Anyway, as I said, it was sort of inevitable really.
So, last Thursday evening, there I was, starkers on the bed, watching at my boss who was naked, commanding, and utterly gorgeous.
                  I was not tied to the bed, but I wish I had been. He’d ordered me to stay still, but it was unbelievably difficult to obey as my body desperately wanted to move towards him.
My arms were folded with my hands sat beneath my head, and my legs were pushed up so that my knees pointed into the air. It was as if I was about to undergo some unpleasant medical intrusion. He’d placed a soft silk cushion under my arse to give him, as he put it, “Better visual.”
He flashed a little bag in front of my eyes, but made sure I couldn’t actually see what it contained. I frowned at his long delicate fingers, unsure of what was coming next. He just smiled.
I tried to concentrate on what he was holding, but the heat surging through my breasts from the whipping they had just received was taking most of my attention. My nipples burnt and longed for a cooling tongue to kiss them better. I had to push my head back harder into my hands to prevent myself from moving them and rubbing myself off.
At last he showed me the packet. It was a Dib-Dab; a packet of loose sherbet with a cherry flavoured lolly conveniently included. When I was a kid I loved to suck all the sherbet off the sticky lolly.
I flinched as he ripped it open. There was something about the way he was looking at me that confirmed that the agony he’d previously inflicted was simply the first course, and that seconds’ was coming up. I longed to scream out ‘Just get on with it!’, but the ball gag which he’d lodged in my mouth prevented the luxury of speech, so I just had to content myself with biting down hard onto the black rubber intrusion.
My thighs felt slick with my own juices. I tried hard not to think about the picture I must have presented. As I’ve said, I wasn’t bound, but I was gagged, and my breasts were pressed through a tight black harness, pushing them up and exposing them as an easy target for the short riding crop I had discovered he kept in the corner of his bedroom.
He pulled the lolly out of the packet and put it in his mouth. As he sucked I could feel my nipples tremble. That was what they needed. I felt unbelievably jealous of a bloody sweet!
After what felt like an eternity he pulled the damp lolly from between his lips and advanced towards me. There was no hanging about, he stuffed its red oval head into my cunt and pushed it until all but the very end of the stick had been swallowed up into my starving hole.
The width of the lolly felt amazing as it stretched me open. I could feel the air rushing in around the thin stick, making me feel empty but full at the same time. I began to shudder in response to the contradiction of sensation, but he slapped my breasts hard and I silently cried out into my rubber guardian.
‘You will not come yet.’ His voice was like gravel, and for a second I had to remind myself that I had wanted this too. He began to slide the lollypop up and down and I closed my eyes, trying for all I was worth not to climax. A task made even harder when he knelt and began to lick the mixture of pussy juice and sweet syrup from around my hole.
I was shaking, I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge, even though it had been forbidden. Then he did it. He climbed astride me and sprinkled the sherbet from the Dib-Dab packet all over my tits. The cold sweetie dust tickled as it landed on my sweating skin. My hips twitched as I began to fight a losing battle with myself. As his mouth enclosed my right tit, licking up the sherbet, I groaned into silence as the sweet fizzed against his tongue and my chest. By the time he began to feast on my left side I was shaking and bucking so hard I’m surprised he wasn’t knocked off.
He took very little notice of the fact that I had disobeyed him until every single drop of the tingling dust had been consumed. Only then did his face become a picture of disgust and lust in glorious combination. I began to shiver, no longer with desire, but in response to the look in his eyes. He picked up a liquorice boot lace from the pile of supplies he’d lifted from the shop. Licking the end to dampen it a little he lashed my right nipple hard. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes as he stung me again and again.
Then, taking a handful of the laces, he began to coil them around my harnessed breasts. The black strings were cool against my hot flesh and felt heavy against my need to be sucked, caressed and kissed.  The ever growing pyramids of sweets created a sticky barrier against the attention I craved. Soon only my two swollen nipples were visible, poking out from the encircled breasts.
My boss stepped back, pleased with his work. After a moments consideration he came to my face and finally, mercifully, undid the ball gag. My jaw cracked as he eased the rubber out of my mouth. I longed to thank him, but I was so stiff the words just wouldn’t come out. Even if they could’ve, they didn’t really have time to form, as I quickly found his rock hard dick teasing my pleading face.
I licked the end, relishing the wet tip across my dry mouth. He withdrew almost instantly and unwrapped a giant sucking lolly, which he pushed into my mouth saying ‘Work on that girl,’ before I even had time to protest...

Thanks again for letting me visit today- if you would like to buy the re-launched The Collector it is available from Amazon UK, Amazon.com and all good paperback retailers. The Collector is also available as an e-book with its original black cover.





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Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views)
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk





Wow and I'm so glad Kay visited (Raven)




6 comments:

  1. What an intriguing concept for a book. Sounds great!

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  2. I will look at the selection boxes in Tesco's in a whole different light ;)

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  4. Thanks so much for having me over to visit! Sorry for late comment, I have been having fun and games with my Internet. So glad u like the concept Doris! And yes- buy a Dib Dab- and what fun you could have with a selection box!! Thanks again. Kay x

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