Sunday, 30 October 2016

A Brit Babes Kiss from Sexy Just Got Rich for the 250th Sunday Snog Prize Blog Hop!

Hey all, welcome to the Brit Babes first Sunday Snog which is happening to celebrate Victoria Blisse's 250th Sunday Snog!  This event is happening all week and if you check out all the hot snogging excerpts you'll be able to enter to win all kinds of amazing prizes! 

Victoria is also raising funds for the amazing sexual Health Charity FPA  because as an erotica author, as part of Smut.UK and now as a Reverend of Kink she can see the importance of Sexual wellbeing and wants to work towards a world '...where everyone can make positive choices about their own sexual health and wellbeing' So please, if you can, donate a little something to the cause at the 250th Sunday Snog Just Giving Page , thank you. 

Now on to the all important Snog!


Blurb: Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

Sexy Just Got Rich from the  Brit Babes anthology is filled with hot, sexy stories from all 8 of the babes.  Pick it up at  Amazon UKAmazon US , Amazon CaAmazon Au ,All Romance eBook and Smashwords. It's also now available in Print from Amazon UK , Amazon US , Amazon CACreatespace and Barnes and Noble.


Here's an excerpt from Victoria's Story in the Anthology, Wallflower.

Leo Crabtree is a Billionaire, a Dom and a man not to be messed with. He's set his sights on the shy, classic wallflower, Penny. She's taken his invitation, become his submissive but can she carry it through? This scene is from after Penny's first punishment, even then Leo is pushing her boundaries and showing his control.

“Now, Penelope, will you be a good girl for your master?"

“Good girl.” He soothed his hand over my heated backside. “Such a good girl. You took your punishment so well.”

“Now, good girls deserve a treat, don’t they? So what do you want, Penny?” 

I wanted to tell him. I really did but I wasn’t used to being so forward. Whenever I’d directly asked for sex in the past it had completely backfired. Men, in my experience, didn’t like it when I expressed what I wanted instead of just complying to their needs. 

“Come on now, don’t be shy.” Leo stroked my arse, the prickles of arousal made me moan. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me.” I whispered so quietly I wasn’t even sure I said it aloud.

“What was that, Penny? Speak up.” His fingers slipped down between the crack of my buttocks and slid through the silken moistness of my pussy lips until the tip of his longest finger brushed my clit. 

“Fuck me.” I gasped.  Leo rubbed my clit and I moaned loudly.

“Fuck me.”  I thrust my hips to feel more of his touch. 

“Fuck me, please,” I begged, so wrapped up in my desire to come that propriety and anxiety was stripped away. 

“Certainly,” he answered, pulling his hand from between my thighs. “Get up.”

I shifted back over his thighs until I was once again kneeling on the floor. Leo stood and offered me his hand with a smile. I grabbed hold of it and he helped me to my feet. The knickers that had clung across my thighs fell in a pool to the carpet.

I’d only just got my balance when he pushed me back and with a yelp I fell onto the sofa, back first, arms flailing. It was soft and giving and luckily long enough so I didn’t bash my head off the arm. I was about to call Leo a nasty name, instinct had kicked in, but he silenced me by ripping down the zip of his trousers and pulling out his cock.

The contrast between his smartly tailored suit and his raging hard on was poetic. He was vulnerable in that moment, I was seeing something deeper than the seduction technique and the masterly ways. I was seeing him and his desires. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Within moments he was on his knees on the sofa. Nestled between my thighs he lifted my legs and pulled me towards him. Desperately, I popped my hips so I could strain closer. He held me just in front of his pubis and peered down the length of my body to capture my gaze.  He said nothing. The moment of vulnerability was gone. He showed me that he was in charge once again and only when he decided to move would I feel his cock deep inside me. 
Maybe he saw that realisation in my eyes because he slid forward, nudged my wet lips open and slipped inside me slowly, infuriatingly slowly. I felt every bump, every fibre of his straining erection as he pressed forward until he was fully buried within me and my buttocks rubbed against the flies of his trousers.

I never stopped looking into his eyes. I was pulled in by the icy blue of them, the hue deepening and warming with every movement within me. His pupils dilated, his eyes animated with lust while he held the rest of his body rigidly in control.

What did he see in my eyes? Did they shine with arousal and speak of the pride I felt surviving my first spanking? Did he see how much it meant to me to be there with him, to be accepted as his slave? Could he see how much I needed him and wanted him to be my Master? 

I couldn’t have put all that into words but I hoped he saw it while we rested, joined together so intimately. 

“So,” he said like we were just engaged in conversation, not locked together in lust, “what was it you wanted?” 

My cheeks blazed with heat. I disengaged my gaze from his and looked at the sofa back then over to the huge window and the tower top view beyond. 

“I want you to fuck me,” I replied. I knew I had to say it, so I did even though my body cringed with the act of being so brazen. 

“Oh yes?” He pulled back just a little, my pussy reacted, clenching to keep him within. “Then why don’t you look me in the eye and tell me that?” 

“I can’t.” I shook my head, cursing myself for being so particularly ridiculous. I was part way to fucking the man, he’d seen me naked and spanked my arse. Why couldn’t I meet his gaze? 

“There’s no shame in admitting what you want, Penny. Come on now, look at me. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Oh, fuck will I give it to you.” He groaned as my pussy once more clamped around him. My sex was certain of what she wanted, why couldn’t I be so bold? 

I gulped and looked up at him. I was aware of everything, every minute detail. The softness of the sofa against my throbbing bottom, the chafing of his trousers between my thighs, the tightness of my nipples and the rough gasping of my breath as I held back the arousal inside.

I closed my eyes for a moment. It was all too much. Leo ran his hand down the outside of my thigh and pulled it back again with gentleness. This act of kind coaxing gave me the confidence to open my eyes and ask him for what I wanted.
“Please fuck me, Sir.” 

“With pleasure.” He grinned broadly, his face lighting up and softening for a moment then hardening once again as he drove himself deep within me.
“Yes,” I cried, “fuck yes.” His rhythm was fast and hard and I shook with the impact of his thrusts. My eyes closed and I raised my hands desperately to feel him, to grab on to him and hold on tight. He took one hand in his, kissed it and then pressed it down to my pubis. I didn’t have to ask, I knew what he wanted me to do.

“Yes, sir!” I gasped, eagerly. Another slap impacted my sore flesh and I yelped with the sting.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, sir, I do.” I moaned, clenching and expecting another blow.

I know it sounds absurd but I felt so proud at that moment. Leo’s praise buoyed me. I had survived the spanking and had enjoyed every moment of it.

If you want more hot, dominant snogging action then pick up your copy of Sexy Just Got Rich to read the tale in full and enjoy the other sexy Brit Babe Billionaires for just 99p.

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Monday, 24 October 2016

A Guest Blog from Zak Jane Keir

The idea that older women are desirable isn’t completely new, of course: the terms ‘MILF’ (mother I’d like to fuck) and ‘cougar’ and even ‘GILF’ (grandmother I’d…) show up fairly regularly in mainstream porn, at least. But the majority of erotic fiction still tends to favour young women, preferably inexperienced young women, having their sexuality awakened by an older, dominant man, and a lot of people still seem to find the idea of older people engaging in sex to be either funny or icky – several of the reviewers of Jilly Cooper’s new book Mount mention, with shuddering distaste, that she describes an erotic encounter between two octagenarians.

Some might say that the dismissing of older women as sexual beings is all based on the loss of their fertility, but that only stands up if you believe the sole purpose of sex is reproduction and that human beings (or, simply, heterosexual men who are still often taken as the default setting for ‘human’) sense this on some deep primeval level. Sex has always been far more recreational than procreational once you step outside the extremely narrow definition of ‘sex’ as penis-in-vagina-until-penis-ejaculates. Not that there’s anything wrong with a bit of PIV, of course…

When I put out the call for Silver Desire, asking for stories that focussed on a woman over the age of 50, I did have a personal interest as I am over 50 and don’t consider myself sexually obsolete. I wasn’t entirely sure what would be sent in and, yes, there were a few rather derivative naughty-older-housewife tales, but the majority of submissions were wonderful. There are a couple of stories which acknowledge that mortality is a bit more of a consideration for older people without being gloomy about it; some which describe an erotic renaissance for women who had come up against society’s negative few of the aging female, along with several helpings of kinky, bawdy, joyous fun.

Here are three little teasers from three of the stories included in the anthology.

From The Boys In The Band by Zak Jane Keir

Hadn’t there been times like this in the 80s and 90s, when phone numbers got lost and addresses were never swapped, so you had to take things as you found them?

‘Back in the day…’ Alex kissed her forehead. ‘I remember, I sometimes used to get up to all sorts with girls I met at gigs, straight after coming off stage, pretty much.’

‘We all did a bit of that,’ Martha said. ‘Us girls. It was part of the fun. Up against the wall, in the back of the van…’

‘In the phone box round behind the Ace of Clubs,’ he said, and she giggled, in a way she hadn’t done for over a decade. ‘As long as you were the right height for each other, and no one came and banged on the side of it, wanting to call a minicab!’

He kissed her properly, then, the tip of his tongue darting in and out between her parted lips. She knew she was wet, and her skin was prickling with arousal. The smokers had either gone home or back to the bar; the pub’s tiny garden was deserted. A few feet away, a trellised archway led into the darkened car park, and they both glanced in that direction.

From Gloss by Charlie Powell

She winces. She hates being on the receiving end of oral. It gives her too much time to get lost inside her own head, and not in a good way. This is one of the best things about being older – she’s had the time to work out what she does and doesn’t like and, unlike in her twenties and even her thirties, she’s not afraid to say so, either.

“Not really my thing, I’m afraid.” She’s not frightened to say it, but toning down her bluntness is something she’s still working on. Some projects last a lifetime, she thinks.

“Oh, ok.” He seems surprised, but he says, “What is your thing, then?” and she replies, “Showing you that your mouth isn’t the only thing I plan to give a good coating of gloss to.”

He laughs.

“I wasn’t joking,” she says, and then something gets the better of her – maybe boldness, maybe just all the wine they drank at dinner – and she shuffles him back even further into the doorway and drops to her knees, her fingers eager and decisive as she gets to work on his belt.

He says, “Good.”

His cock is thick, and solid, and her mouth waters at the sight of it. This is what she’s missed about sex in recent months. Not the orgasms – she can take care of those herself – but the sheer physicality of cock. So much of her life is about ideas, thoughts, feelings, and it’s a relief to have it reduced, even if just for a few minutes, to the simplicity of hot, hard flesh.

From Stella by Hannah Lockhardt

“Kenny and I only married just before we moved here. He's my fourth. Husband, not... I've had a lot of men.” she interrupted herself, with more than a little glee.

“But he was an old flame, showed up when suddenly the internet wanted us to reconnect with old schoolfriends, and past lovers. The one good thing to come out of it.” The smile shifted to the complacency of pure love. “He does me right. He reminded me of my career choices before the husbands, before the kids, my other life. And you know what? I'm just as desirable now as I was 40 years ago. Maybe more so. No one tells you that about ageing. That the lie of diminishing interest is just that. “
There was a pause, then they both laughed. Stella popped the head of the toy between her lips, as she had done with Brian's cock, minutes before. He watched her slide more and more of it inside, until only the black, mechanical base was visible. When she pulled it out, the shaft was slick and shining in the harsh bathroom light.

***Silver Desire is published by Sexy Little Pages***


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Monday, 17 October 2016

Movember Foundation Fundraising:  Because Beards anthology

Hello everyone! Today the Brit Babe's are proud to be handing over this blog to a very good cause...

Movember Foundation Fundraising:  Because Beards anthology

November 1st sees the launch of a gorgeous bumper-sized charity anthology, raising money for the Movember Foundation. Entitled Because Beards, as you might guess, the theme of the collection is that every man featured is beautifully bearded.
The Movember Foundation Team

We want to keep our men healthy, and the Movember Foundation can help achieve that, with our support.  ALL proceeds from the sale of this anthology go towards supporting prostate cancer research and treatment, and other critical men’s health initiatives.

Twenty-one authors have donated stories for this sizzling collection, which is priced at just 99p/99c to allow everyone to take part.

You can feel good about having made your donation to this great cause, and receive a bumper 500+ page e-book into the bargain (there’s even a print edition on its way for those who prefer their sexy reading on paper).

One of the authors donating a story to this fantastic project is Emmanuelle de Maupassant: best known for her debut novella, The Gentlemen's Club (named by Stylist Magazine as one of the sexiest reads of 2015).

Emmanuelle’s short story, Highland Pursuits, is set in the 1920s, featuring defiant debutante Ophelia, as she navigates life, love and lust, in the wild highlands of Scotland. Her leading man is enigmatic Hamish, auburn-haired, rugged and passionate. With a cast of eccentric characters, an ancient castle, a villainous French count, and some scorchingly hot sex scenes, it’s not to be missed!
To tease your taste buds, here’s a snippet from Emmanuelle’s story.

He gave her a smile that could have been any man’s smile, given to any woman: a smile that went back into the forest and its shaded dells, into the granite almost. It was the same smile men have been giving to women for centuries. His smile was one of complicity, of intimacies shared, and of remembrance of touch. A flood of heat threatened to overwhelm her. Her body, an archive of desire, remembered everything...

Discover more about Emmanuelle de Maupassant via her website

Visit her Amazon author page or pop over to find her on Facebook


Because Beards is priced at just 99c/99p, to allow everyone the chance to donate to this fundraising event.

You can pre-order your copy via these links:
Barnes and Noble

Later this year, we'll be updating everyone on how much money we raise for this wonderful charity.
Could we reach US$1million? We'll see!
Don't miss this great Your Tube video-

Please do spread the word wherever you can.


Everyone involved in Because Beards has given their time, resources and talent free of charge, so that all proceeds from this anthology reach our charity.

The AMAZING team behind this anthology comprises not only our 21 authors, but cover designer Jessica Hildreth, photographer Wander Aguiar and model Jacob Rodney. Thank you to the many book bloggers who are helping spread the word about this anthology, and to Heather Roberts and Jenny Flores for their super PR work.

Because Beards is written by: Alexis Alvarez, Faith Andrews, M. Andrews, Jeannine Colette, Hayley Faiman, Angelita Gill, Ace Gray, Ruthie Henrick, Scott Hildreth, Evie Lauren, Jerica MacMillan, R.C. Martin, Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Leslie McAdam, Maria Monroe, Adrienne Perry, J. Quist, Renee Rose, Kacey Shea, Martha Sweeney, and Tom Sweeney.
Goodreads fans can add the anthology to their 'To Be Read List' here. Your support (and reviews) will help make this project a success.

Thank you.

Thursday, 13 October 2016

Weird Way to Make a Living

Hello everyone, it's Kay here!

Last month I celebrated my 12th anniversary in the erotica business. Considering I only started to write sexy stories on a whim- a whim which I never expected to last more than 12 hours, let alone years, it is no wonder that I've been caught in a world of nostalgia and reminiscence for the last dozen years of late.

As I said on my own blog last month, after 12 years I have come to one overwhelming conclusion - this really is weird way to make a living!

For example...
In 2013, I was at the big Erotica event in London. I was stood in a large show hall surrounded by semi clad folk modelling bondage equipment, looking at the latest line in metal cock harnesses, and wondering how much head room there really was in a human kennel- and no one was batting an eyelid. At what point in my life did this become normal? And how fantastic that it was so- well, ordinary (I say this in a good way)!!


Sex is fun. An overly simplistic sentence; but so true.

So, there I was at Erotica 2013, surrounded by people who are dedicating their entire careers to ensuring that it stays that way- that sex gets better- that every living person has the chance to have a better erotic experience; be they straight, gay, lesbian, large, small, able bodied, disabled, and so on... No one is excluded. The playing field is open and fair, and the air feels full of openness- how sad that an industry dedicated to make people feel good and happy, is so often shut behind closed doors. Anyway...

For example...
...there I was at the ETO show 2014, eating lube flavoured ice cream with my fellow Brit Babes (I went for lemon and peach lube)- DELICIOUS- something I wouldn't normally say about lube.
I was back at the ETO again this year, sipping lube flavoured cocktails this time...
Vodka and Lube cocktails thanks to Systems-JO!!
Vodka and Lube cocktails thanks to Systems-JO!!

Now I've started to think about all the other things I've done, and all the things I've seen, that I'd never have experienced if I wrote any other genre but erotica., my head is full of memories- all of them extraordinary.
If I wrote horror stories, I'd never have been invited to the wonderful Sh Woman's Store, to stand around tables of vibrators, reading passages from The Perfect Submissive or Not Her Type. (I will never forget when I met Kd Grace at the Sh for the first time- we had to read our work by candle light because there was a power cut).
Without erotica, I would never have been picked up by a nice young man from Vanity Studios in London (not as dodgy as it sounds), to do a photo shoot in Soho- which lead to another one the following year.


There would have been no trip to Erotica 2013, to sell my books to some of the friendliest people in the world- many of whom had forgotten to put all of their clothes on...There would be no Brit Babes, and there would be no Brit Babe team cheering us all on- unthinkable!!

BB antho- SJWIT_1

I'd never have visited the ETO shows, or been nominated for an award or three- I'm still amazed I won one!


If I didn't write erotica, perhaps I wouldn't look at any and every object around me and automatically change it into some sort of sex toy- without even registering I'm doing it. (At the moment it's chocolate covered coffee beans- you'll see in time!!) Perhaps everyone I speak to wouldn't take each innocent sentence I say as an innuendo? I certainly wouldn't be teaching classes on how to sex up the supermarket!!
I'm as sure as I can be that I wouldn't get to stand in a public building and spank people, as I did at Smut by the Sea in Scarborough if I wrote sci-fi novels! (That would be Lucy Felthouse's bottom on the receiving end in the photo by the way!)

Spanking Lucy

I know for a fact that if I hadn't spent the last dozen years in erotica, my life wouldn't be so full or so friendly. Okay, I get a few negative comments, and I could do without the occasional bit of stalker stuff, but WOW- it's SO much fun!

It might well be a weird way to make a living- but it makes other people happy. I'm not sure I'd have been able to say that if I had stuck with my very first job - working in a Welsh Hat factory....

Happy reading,
Kay xx

Monday, 10 October 2016


Coming soon from the Brit Babes, SEXY JUST GOT KINKY. 

A selection of short stories that all have one thing in common; kinks to make you think.

They're smokin' hot, deliciously dirty and brilliantly unique. Watch this space...

Missed the other books? - check out Sexy Just Walked into Town (FREE) and Sexy Just Got Rich.

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Lily Harlem - Art and Inspiration

I was recently lucky enough to enjoy a stroll around the Scottish National Gallery. It's not huge, on the scale of galleries, but it's incredibly beautiful and inspirational. I found myself looking at stunning pieces of art from across the ages and longing for the story behind the picture. Luckily in most instances it was right there next to it. I find art can be a catalyst for my own imagination, the characters, landscape, mood of a piece can all get me thinking. Here are a few of my favourite pieces from the day and some that tugged at my thoughts and made me want to know more, or if not know more, make something up!

This stunning portrait is probably my favourite in the gallery and has pride of place as you enter.

I'm so used to seeing images of Napoleon, and this one of his mother as the main focus of the drawing, really caught my attention.

This sculpture seemed out of place amongst such beauty, but non the less, very intriguing.

Mr H and I were fascinated by this one, a picture of pictures! The detail is incredible and  many of the paintings depicted can be identified (if you're an art buff that is!).

I'd happily go back to the Scottish National Gallery for another mooch about, it's a real treat for the eyes.

Thanks for stopping by.

Lily x

Pssst... my latest menage a trois novel, SHARED is about an artist who is forced to flee when she discovers her boss's corrupt ways. And if this steamy menage a trois novel hits the spot, don't miss SHARED TOO.

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

PARTY with the Brit Babes!

To celebrate the release of Lily Harlem's HOT ICE series there's a big old party happening on Facebook. Of course the Brit Babes will be there for fun, sass and all things sexy books, so come and join us. Everyone is invited. Click the picture below, dust off your best frock and pour a glass of wine... all from the comfort of your sofa.