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.
Paperback:
eBook:
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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
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Wow and I'm so glad Kay visited (Raven)
