Let There Be Fireworks!

Posted on July 2, 2014September 9, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

Happy July, everyone!

I am excited to share that this month is going to be one smokin’ month on my site! There will be fireworks, fireworks, and more fireworks. It’s going to be hot!

A month of fireworks!

So where do we start? Well, first off, there’s one huge thing I’ve been dying to tell you about. And it’s coming. It’s so close. Oh my god I can practically feel it. You know when you send a bouncy ball flying in a house, and it whips off every wall, the floor, and then back around? Yeah. That’s me! I don’t have a precise date yet, but I’m going to give you an enormous hint:

Rose Caraway’s Facebook Status, 6/30/14

Did you hear my big squeal?

And more importantly—have you checked out The Kiss Me Quick’s? If you haven’t, please do. It’s a fantastic broadcast all narrated by the lovely and talented Rose Caraway. I’m tickled and honored that very soon, we’ll get to hear her narrate a little something from me as part of the KMQ’s!

*Bouncy ball goes flying.*

But wait, I have more fireworks. July is extra happening because I have some sexy guests and tour spots on the way! I’m thrilled to tell you that I will be hosting a stop on Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy blog tour, A.M. Hartnett’s delicious summer release tour, and also Alison Tyler’s Those Boys tour. Wow!

*Bouncy ball goes flying.*

As if that’s not enough fun over here, we’ll also have the next Pillow Talk Secrets coming out, and of course, the release of The Big Book of Submission (which, by the way, was mentioned in Self Magazine—check it out!). Oh, and did I mention something about a game and a giveaway involved with one of the aforementioned July posts? Yes, oh yes, there will be a game and a giveaway!

*Bouncy ball goes super flying.*

Okay. I have to pull myself together. As I tend to do, I’ve teased a tad here…so sorry. That’s me—big ole tease. Nonetheless, I promise the wait will bring you many sweet rewards…

It’s going to be a hot month, folks!

XX,
Jade

Vampires, Sex, and Fun—The Crimson Bond, by Tamsin Flowers

Posted on June 18, 2014September 9, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

I love a good vampire novel.

Now, wait—that statement has some major caveats.

First, I like my vampires sexy—don’t we all?—but, there has to be some emotion to the sexiness. The tale can’t just be blood sucking and sex all the time or the characters fall flat on the page.

Second, I want the story to have something different. Vampires have been around for a while, so the tale has to have a unique element or I’m over it.

Third, and perhaps most importantly, I like my vampire stories to be fun.

Well…allow me to introduce you to The Crimson Bond by Tamsin Flowers. About six months ago, Ms. Flowers tickled me with her super sexy zombie collection, Zombie Erotoclypse—and she’s done it again with The Crimson Bond! The story is about a girl named Willow who happens to be rather smitten with her college professor, Etienne Corbeau. He’s hot. He’s mysterious. And oh, by the way—he’s a married vampire. His wife Elouise also intrigues Willow, and in a smokin’ hot scene in which Etienne gets a little too taken with his student, he almost kills her in his feed…and Elouise must turn Willow to save her life. The result is what makes this tale different: the three of them are immediately joined in a triple—or crimson—bond.

However, this bond is complicated. Willow wants both of the vampires, and both of them want her. At the same time, they don’t want the other around. Jealousy ensues. Lots of hot sex in every pairing imaginable fires up the page. And all of it takes place in a sensational romp of a tale written in Tamsin Flowers’s lighthearted, sweet and sexy prose, with characters you can actually engage with. You can’t help but wonder how Willow will fare between these two lusty, possessive, and deliciously gorgeous vampires, while also rooting all of them on.

In short? The tale is exactly what I look for in a vampire book—it is unique, sexy, and fun.

The second book in this series, The Scarlet Bond, is set for release this summer. I have a feeling it will be just as delightful, so if you haven’t read the first one yet…

You better get on it!

XX,
Jade

The Never Say Never Blog Tour…Plus, a Confession

Posted on May 14, 2014January 1, 2015 by Jade A. Waters

All right everyone, today is a special day—I’m excited to be the next stop on Alison Tyler’s Never Say Never Blog Tour! Since this book is all about partners exploring their kinky desires, I’ve decided to pick my favorite chapters, mash them together, and share a little experience of my own…

So to start, I must confess: I am an exhibitionist.

*Sigh.* There, that feels nice.

It took many years for me to recognize that this turned me on, but now that I’m there, I can trace the desire back to an experience I had at 19. My then-boyfriend and I had been together for a while, and we’d spent several months trying to get me off. We’d tried everything—or what I believed was everything, at age 19—but it wasn’t happening. Eventually we ended up working Renaissance Faire together (that’s a story and a half for another time), where I started exploring and playing with what I liked and didn’t. I also met all sorts of people open about their kinks and cravings—one of whom happened to be an extremely handsome and flirtatious friend of my boyfriend.

One day, my boyfriend and I escaped the noise that is Ren Faire—bells chiming, families laughing, choirs singing, trees rustling, and actors soliloquizing at the top of their lungs—for an afternoon adventure in our makeshift cabin. We had curtains to shield our bed from the trail running behind us, but that day, neither of us thought to close them. When my boyfriend went down on me, he had no idea that my heart suddenly raced less for what he was doing, but for the wonder that someone might happen to pass by… So imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes to discover his friend a few feet away on the trail.

He stopped cold, and slowly, silently, he smiled.

And then he watched.

He didn’t move, and neither did I. In fact, I clearly remember holding rigidly still beneath my boyfriend’s affections save for the curling of my toes, feeling my blood rise in my cheeks as my thoughts spun wildly over what was happening. And it was right as his friend mouthed the words You’re beautiful that I came for the first time with another person…or apparently, in my case, two.

Years later, I recognize the desire to be seen as something I crave. It’s one of a long list of “kinkier” things I enjoy, and voicing them is not as scary or taboo anymore—especially with the right partner. Instead, they form a potential adventure.

Which leads me to the point of this post: Alison Tyler’s Never Say Never: Tips, Tricks and Erotic Inspiration for Lovers. The book is a how-to guide of sorts, but more than that, it’s a wonderful blend of kinky adventures, tips, and tales designed to break couples out of vanilla inhibitions and into sexual exploration.

The book covers a ton of kinky ground, from voyeurism and exhibitionism (gee, wonder which chapter was my favorite), to spanking, role-playing, soft swapping, and much, much more. What I loved most was how Ms. Tyler managed to seamlessly weave tips with stories. Each chapter focused on one topic as introduced by her lovely voice, using story snippets to both rile and explain with clever commentary (I particularly loved that of the chapters entitled “Slippery When Wet—Cunnilingus,” “Close Your Eyes—Blindfolds,” and “Naughty, Naughty—Spanking”). Then after a summary of highlights for the section, she masterfully chose a sexy story to follow.

And what better way to get couples exploring than to explain and demonstrate?

The glory of this book is that one can pick a chapter or topic that appeals, absorb the tips, and then share the story with a partner as a first step toward broaching a fantasy or desire. The how-to voice crossed with fiction makes this book better than your average guide—it’s almost like having a super sexy tour guide let you in on The Best Sexual Adventure You’re About To Have Ever!…and then she opens up a big door of fantasy fiction to prove it to you. It’s positively delightful.

There were numerous wonderful stories and snippets in here, but the full-length pieces that thrilled me most were “Savory” by Georgia E. Jones, “Afternoon Strip” by N.T. Morley, “Margarita Magic” by Thomas S. Roche, and Tyler’s own “Is That Man Bothering You?” Still, it needs to be said again—Ms. Tyler’s playful narration throughout the book is gold, and because of that, this book is sure to entertain, inspire, and revive…

And maybe even draw some new fantasies to the surface. 😉

To prove how delicious the merging of guide-with-snippets in this book is, here’s a brief yet steamy excerpt from one of my favorite chapters, “Slippery When Wet—Cunnilingus”:

I’ve written about oral delights in more stories than I can lick—I mean, count. Sometimes, my characters talk about what’s happened in the past, like in this clip from “Burned”:

I’ d told him about the time she splayed me on the kitchen floor and licked my pussy for hours without letting me come, a candle in her hand, drip-dripping wax all over my body whenever I got too close to climax.

I’ve penned that first breath of a tongue on a lover’s pussy, like in “Seeing Stars”:

We were nine floors up. But we were on top of the world, on top of Los Angeles. His mouth crested over my pussy, not locking on, not licking in. He was teasing me. I was shuddering.

And then I’ve moved on to the main event, as in “Zachary’s Bed”:

I moan as he spreads me with his thumbs, parts my nether lips like the petals of a flower. I moan again as his warm mouth opens and he slides his tongue in crazy circles there, where I need him, there, and I can’t keep from shifting my hips to the rhythm he sets with his tongue, rocking with him while he laps at me. Laps and licks and kisses me with his magic tongue.

“Zachary—” I am begging, beyond shame, straining at the ties that won’t allow me to reach him. I need to touch him, need my hands on his skin, my nails digging down his back, my fingers twisting in his still-wet hair.

“Sh, Risa.” I feel the words against my skin rather than hear them, feel the gentle motion of his mouth and tongue echoing inside me.

“Please.” I arch as I say it. Desperate.

“Sh, darling,” he croons in the lullaby voice that has infiltrated my fantasies. “Sh, Risa,” he whispers as I slide on the slippery sheets, pressing hard against his lovely mouth.

Of course, when things really get heated, I like pushing the envelope as far as settings go, like in this gang-bang piece, “Last Call”:

Brody pulls my panties down then, and I raise my hips up to help him, but I don’t stop stroking those cocks. I feel energized, as if I could do this all night. The low, hungry sighs of the men is payment enough. I am the center, the focus of attention, and I bask in the glow.

Brody dives back between my thighs, and I bend my knees and splay for him, back arching. He’s so good. Declan knows how to eat me, knows all the tricks and turns I love best. But there’s something unreal about having that magic moustache run over my pussy lips and against my inner thighs.

“Burned” appeared in The Big Book of Bondage
“Seeing Stars” appeared in One Night Only, edited by Violet Blue
“Zachary’s Bed” appeared in Naughty Stories from A to Z
“Last Call” appeared in Morning, Noon, and Night

So good! If you haven’t picked up this book yet, I highly recommend you do. You can find it on Amazon by clicking right here.

After reading it, I hope you all find a fun new adventure to try in the near future…

XX,
Jade

About Alison Tyler:

Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. Her sultry short stories have appeared in more than 100 anthologies including Coupling edited by Sommer Marsden and Sex for America edited by Stephen Elliott. She is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and The Delicious Torment, and the editor of more than 75 explicit anthologies, including Alison’s Wonderland and 69. Visit www.alisontyler.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.

Brilliance: I Want to Lick Your Brain

Posted on May 7, 2014September 9, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

I have a strong suspicion this post should be subtitled Jade A. Waters Insanely Squeals About Her Crushes and Idols, but that seems so long.

Nonetheless, you’ve been warned.

Here’s the deal—the other day on Twitter, Valerie Alexander pointed out a kick ass song. It’s the Lana Del Rey version of “Once Upon a Dream” for the upcoming movie Maleficent. This song sent me squealing for a few reasons: I love Sleeping Beauty, I love the character of Maleficent, and most of all, every time I hear a Lana Del Rey song, I nearly want to lick her brain. I find her mesmerizing and clever, and her music gets me all worked up because it’s so hauntingly good.

To clarify, “I want to lick your brain” is not the same as a crush. For example, the aforementioned movie Maleficent stars one of my lifetime girl crushes—Angelina Jolie. She shares that title with Jennifer Connelly (come on, did you see her in, oh…every movie she ever did?), but these are still just crushes. And don’t even get me started on my male crushes—that list is so long I could write posts for years, starting with one on Hugh Jackman, in Wolverine and tap dancer form, separate or together. (Um, okay. Let’s go with together.)

But back to Lana…she’s one I want to brain-lick. She inspires thoughts and admiration, and a complete desire to somehow capture her essence in order to fire something creative in me. That is what it means to want to lick someone’s brain.

Let’s take another example. Remember Christopher Pike? He’s the author of such YA books as Whisper of Death, Remember Me, and Season of Passage. He rocked my reading world from age nine to eleven, and I still revisit his wickedly crafty writing about once a year. Now, granted, I do have a little crush on him because he’s SO DAMN BRILLIANT, and men who are that clever usually send a tingle up my spine, so we’ll call him a hybrid. That is, if I met Mr. Pike, I’d not only want to tongue every firing nerve in his head, but, I’d also willingly strip and lie down in the middle of the road to do whatever he asked. He’s just that good—he inspires me and turns me on. What a lucky fella. (Eh-hm. Paging Mr. Pike…)

Woman in stilettos sitting on a chair breaking from her book to stare at the ceiling in delight.

So. Damn. Good.

Most people I want to brain-lick can be classified as idols, but the term doesn’t seem to do them justice. A perfect example is Shanna Germain. This is a woman who is so brilliant that every time I finish one of her stories, I put the book down and utter a very loud, “Holy shit, Shanna, you’re fucking amazing.” Yes: Every. Single. Time. She is so inspiring I wish I could slow dance with her for hours in the hopes that I might mystically absorb some of her thoughts through proximity.

Another example is Alison Tyler. I’ve been worshipping her brain since I found her a few years back in Bedding Down with “It’s Not the Weather.” Nothing she writes disappoints—she’ll usually leave you stunned, stupefied, delighted, and wanting more. Then you add to Ms. Tyler’s phenomenal writing magic that she happens to be one of the nicest people on the planet, and maybe you can understand why I classify her as a brain-lick recipient. (Bonus: she’ll be hitting my blog next week for her Never Say Never blog tour. But put your tongue back in your mouth—I get her brain first.)

I have other brain-lick loves, but this post could go on for a while and I might sound a little crazier than I already do. Instead, I’m going to turn the question around on you—what’s your ultimate compliment for brilliance? Is it, “You’re fucking brilliant,” “You’re my idol,” “I want to capture your essence in a bottle,” or something else?

And more importantly, who is the recipient of your adoration, affection, and brain worshipping?

XX,
Jade

Tamsin Flowers is Visiting For Breakfast…With a Sexy New Book!

Posted on April 16, 2014September 9, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

There I was, eating my first breakfast (I’m a big eater), and then it hit me:

The lovely Tamsin Flowers is coming over for breakfast two!

You may remember Tamsin from her charming novella The Christmas Tattoo, or even from her crazy sexy zombie erotica collection, Zombie Erotoclypse. Either way, you’re in for a treat! Tamsin brought her hot buns over for some…well, hot buns (gluten free, for me), and she’s here to talk about her spicy new novel, Her Boss and His Client.

Over mimosas, of course!

Drinks are ready and our special guest has arrived. She’s got a hot excerpt and some thoughts on the pleasures of greed. Talk about perfect mimosa conversation! 🙂

Take it away, Tamsin!

Is it greedy to want two men?

Short answer: yes, of course it bloody is! But can we forgive a girl when she just can’t decide between two luscious hunks of masculine charm? Of course we can! Sometimes it’s just too difficult to decide who we want most. Sometimes we’d like a bit of variety in our love life. But trying to juggle multiple lovers can become decidedly difficult…

This is just the dilemma that faces advertising copywriter Dana Lewis, the heroine of my latest release, Her Boss and His Client. When a bad news affair with the boss turns sour, Dana is forced to find a new job. And she goes into work on the first day with every intention of behaving as she should. No more affairs with work colleagues. No more sex in the office. Only that’s before she meets her new superior, Jack Brent. Devastatingly good-looking, charisma leaks out of this man like sweat and she doesn’t even get through her first day at work without having thoroughly naughty thoughts about him. And, it soon becomes apparent, he’s having naughty thoughts of his own!

But if fraternizing with her new boss wasn’t bad enough, Dana also develops a ‘thing’ for their most important client, travel tycoon Nathan Drake—suave, sophisticated and totally loaded. Not to mention, Jack’s polar opposite in the bedroom!

So, can it really be so wrong for her to want both of them?

Here’s an excerpt:

Jack seemed to sense my concerns and he got up from his chair and came across to where I was sitting. He stood in front of me, looking down with a serious expression on his face. Then he bent a little to take the wine glass from my hand and put it down on his desk.

‘Dana,’ he said, so quietly I almost had to strain to hear him. ‘You’re going to be fine here.’

He dropped to his knees and before I realised what was happening he’d cupped my face in his hands.

‘You’re going to be brilliant.’

He stared at me intensely again; those gold-flecked eyes only inches from my own.

‘We’re going to be brilliant together.’

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant but I know I moved my face forward a fraction of an inch. I didn’t mean to but he did the same. I could feel his warm, wine scented breath on my cheeks.

‘Oh, Dana,’ he whispered, shaking his head.

If I was reading his expression right, he was conflicted over what to do next. He still held my face in his hands, still held my eyes with his and I watched as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. My core muscles tightened with desire as a small sigh escaped my lips.

‘Jack…’

He put a finger on my lips and shook his head. His look said all that needed to be said and when he took the finger away he immediately replaced it with his lips, softly brushing my own.

That first kiss, always a heart-stopping moment, seared itself like a brand on my conscious and sub-conscious mind. His lips were soft but he plundered my mouth as if it were treasure for the taking. They moulded themselves to mine and then I felt the tip of his tongue slowly running along first my upper lip and then the lower. At the corner of my cupid’s bow, it breached the gap and as my mouth opened willingly to give him access, I heard a low groan emitting from deep within his throat. Then his tongue touched mine and greedily exploring the cavern of my mouth. He tasted of wine and he smelt of figs and sandalwood and myrrh.

I pushed back with my tongue to gain entrance to his mouth, barely able to sit still in the chair as my body struggled to get closer to his. His stubble ground against my chin and my cheeks, adding to the sensation in direct contrast to the softness of his tongue and the hard, smooth surfaces of his teeth. I wanted to kiss him forever, to never come up for air. I took a handful of chestnut hair at the back of his head to hold him steady as my mouth quite literally devoured him.

‘Dana…’ He pulled back from me. ‘We shouldn’t… we can’t be doing this. I barely know you.’

‘But you know you want me.’ My voice sounded different in my ears, thickened with desire, my breath coming in short gasps.

‘But we have to work together.’

He was right. I took a deep breath and looked into his liquid caramel eyes.

‘I’d better go,’ I managed to blurt out.

Jack stood up and moved back to be out of my way. I got up and straightened my skirt. I was so wet; I had been so ready for what had been about to happen. Having to stop felt like a kick in the guts. My legs turned to jelly and I had to steady myself by gripping the arm of the chair.

‘Are you alright, Dana?’

I wasn’t drunk, so I don’t know if that makes what happened next better or worse.

‘Jack, you started something. Now I need you to goddamn finish it.’

I could hardly believe the words which were coming out of my mouth and, by the look on his face, I don’t think Jack could either.

I took a step towards him and reached out with my hand. The bulge in his jeans was clear to see and when I touched it, I felt his cock twitch in response through the denim.

When our lips met again, the kiss was anything but gentle. Jack’s tongue pushed its way as far into my mouth as he could get it and it twisted with mine as our teeth clashed. At the same time his hands were pulling at the front of my blouse, ripping it open and wrenching it out from the top of my skirt. As he pushed up my bra to release my breasts, I stepped back so I could lean against his desk for support. His mouth pulled away from mine and trailed kisses down my throat as his hands kneaded my chest.

I gasped. I was so turned on and I needed to get him inside me fast. My hands were on his belt buckle but he pulled away.

‘Lie back,’ he commanded, sweeping papers, files and stationery off his desk and onto the floor.

I lay back on the cold, hard surface and felt Jack pushing up my skirt.

‘Stockings, Dana! You have no idea what they do to me.’ I could feel his warm breath on my belly as he said this and then, as he yanked off my panties, lower down.

‘Spread ‘em,’ he said, and I opened my legs as wide as I could, letting them hang over the edge of the desk.

So Jack Brent liked to be in charge, in control. I raised my hips to offer myself to him and felt his mouth take possession of my cunt. First, he kissed it gently, like he’d kissed my mouth; running his tongue up one side and down the other, tasting my juices, learning my shape. Then he pushed his tongue deep inside me, sweeping it around and around, scratching the tender area outside with his stubble, stretching inside to reach high up to my g-spot. I bent my knees and brought my feet up onto the edge of the desk, pushing my thighs still further apart as my hips reared upwards.

At the same time Jack’s hands were working magic on the tender buds of my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples till they burned. I writhed beneath his touch, groaning and gasping, as he pushed me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

‘Please…’ I moaned and he knew immediately what I wanted.

Buy links:

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Tamsin Flowers

Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas, for publishers including Cleis Press, Xcite Books, Secret Cravings and Totally Bound. This year, she entered NaNoWriMo, with the intention of penning her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers.

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I am so delighted we lucked out and had Tamsin over today! I hope you enjoyed hearing about her book, too. Make sure to check it out!

In the meantime, I’m off to go drink more coffee. Er, mimosas…

XX,
Jade

My Poem “Pink” is at The Erotic Woman!

Posted on April 9, 2014September 14, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

I’m so excited to let you know that The Erotic Woman is featuring another of my poems: “Pink”!

The Erotic Woman is a free site filled with sexy reads and images (NSFW!). Previously, they’ve hosted my short story “Marm” as well as my first ever public erotic poem, “Power.”

Now, I’m delighted to share another poem with you! It’s free and racy. 😉 So…please click on over to read “Pink.”

I hope you enjoy it!

XX,
Jade

Sexy Orgasms on Audible!

Posted on April 8, 2014September 9, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

One year ago today, Rachel Kramer Bussel rocked my world with an email containing a contract for The Big Book of Orgasms.

I didn’t see the email right away because I was coming back from Colorado and my plane had been snowed in. I ended up getting home a day later than planned, and on top of that, I’d had a date cancel on me by telling me he was seeing another girl—not ten minutes after I picked up my suitcase. Bummer, right? I got home super late and annoyed.

But then I checked my email…and started running around the house screaming like a lunatic at almost midnight.

So, I guess that makes today an anniversary of sorts—the one-year anniversary of acceptance on my first published erotica piece. Hurray!

To celebrate, I’d like to tell you about The Big Book of Orgasms in audio form from Audible!

I just finished listening to this audiobook read by the wonderfully talented Rose Caraway, and I have to tell you, it’s quite fun. Rose is extraordinary at conveying the sexiness of each individual character, as well as the overall heat of the tales themselves. I left a full review on Audible, but let’s just say that some of these stories really popped out loud, as if they were destined to be read by Rose’s divine voice. As for my little story, “The Flogger” — I may have read it live, but hearing Rose perform it was superb.

If you haven’t picked up your copy of The Big Book of Orgasms yet, why not try it on Audible? You can get it right here.

I’m going to go throw confetti around to celebrate over here, but feel free to read on for a taste of “The Flogger” from The Big Book of Orgasms!

Excerpt of “The Flogger”:

“You never told me about this.” Julian waved the flogger around, and it almost looked as if his shaft hardened.

She had to be imagining this.

“I did…once.” It was five years ago, when they’d just started telling each other their fantasies—long before they’d moved in together. She’d hidden it in the back of the closet since she never imagined it as Julian’s sort of thing.

His brow furrowed as he swung it, the tassels tapping his thighs.

“Hmm,” he said, reasoning. “Well, I suppose you should come here and…take off your clothes.”

Katie chuckled, but beneath her shirt, her nipples peaked. She walked over and dipped in for a kiss, except Julian held up his free hand. “No.” He rapped the rounded steel cap against her sternum and she jumped. “I mean it. Take them off.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Julian could be an animal in bed, but he never gave her orders.

“You heard me, Katie.” He grinned. “Do it now.”

She unbuttoned her blouse while Julian watched, and he swung the flogger back and forth, the suede leather slapping his skin. She kept her eyes locked on his pelvis, noting that his cock had indeed stiffened with the movement.

“Faster.” Julian tapped her hip. “All of it.”

A spasm rippled through her inner walls. She dropped her shirt to the floor, and Julian plucked her nipples through the sheer lace of her bra, nodding.

“Bra. Skirt. Now.”

She stripped them off.

“Good. Now take off your panties.”

Katie leaned again to kiss him, but he put a hand over her lips.

“Nope. Panties off.”

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, her crevice already drenched before the cotton hit the floor.

“Spread your legs.”

Something in his voice sent her pulse racing.

Hope you enjoyed it…and that you have a chance to check out The Big Book of Orgasms on Audible!

XX,
Jade

You Always Remember Your First

Posted on April 2, 2014January 7, 2016 by Jade A. Waters

Okay, no holds barred: I have a lot of firsts to share today.

For example, the first time I experienced anything akin to being turned on was watching Pepé Le Pew in Looney Tunes. No, really. I loved the French skunk. I loved the way he chased that pretty cat around and smothered her in affection. I particularly loved the way he held her and talked romantically into her ear, and how she swatted him away. For me, it was the chase—and while I imitated his lines because I liked the accent, I actually imagined some French person chasing me with affection and adoration one day. (Note: I have yet to date anyone French.)

My first kiss happened when I was seven. It was a dare. I’d had a crush on Michael for a whole year. He had this hair that looked like a Ken doll’s—it was short, blond, and wavy, but it somehow stayed close to his head (seven-year-olds don’t wear hairspray, right?). He always played football at lunch, so one day I stormed out and lectured him because he dropped the football. Yes. A seven-year-old, scolding another seven-year-old for dropping a football. Then, as he stared at me dumbfounded, I planted one on him. (Okay…maybe a little too much Pepé Le Pew viewing for me.)

My first “real” sexual experience happened under the murky sky of a light rain. I met a boy three years older than me and he walked me under a tree, where he cradled me in his lap and woke parts of me I didn’t realize existed. That experience was transformative—and lovely, to say the least.

The first time I had sex was with a different boy who also happened to be three years older. We wrote each other poetry and fantasized about living in other centuries together. Our relationship didn’t last long, but we did end up having one nostalgic fling almost four years later—when we drank wine, made love, and embraced while reading poetry to one another, all night long.

These are all some of my favorite firsts, but as open about these as I am, they’re not the firsts I meant to talk about.

You see, I wanted to talk about another first—the first erotica I ever read, because I will always, always remember it.

I read about sexual things at quite a young age—I’d devoured several V.C. Andrews and Christopher Pike novels by nine, for goodness sake—but in my early teens, I stumbled upon something on my mother’s bookcase: Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin.

Now, I confess, I already knew what sex was, but I’d never truly read it. And while the contents of those pages mesmerized and delighted me, and I worship the great Anaïs Nin to this day, it didn’t occur to me that reading those pages could be a source of sexual excitement. I read them analytically, enthralled to discover that one could weave sexual words and scenes so eloquently—and yet I didn’t completely understand that it might “turn me on.” Maybe it did and I just didn’t pick up on it. Who knows. But it did make me want to read more.

So somewhere around there, I signed up for a book club. I could order as many books as I wanted (as long as I could afford them), and I thought this was the coolest thing since peanut butter. Soon, I grew bold. Right under my parents’ noses, I ordered The Best American Erotica 1993 and concealed the book under my bed. Night after night, I read the stories within—and while Anaïs Nin had opened my eyes, these stories rocked me. They made me hot. They made me whisper things to my boyfriends about the naughty things I was reading, and how we should try this, and that, and did you know you could do that?

Now, this is a very old collection, but there are two stories that I’ve never, ever forgotten—even two decades later. One was “Rubenesque” by Magenta Michaels, and the other “Five Dimes” by Anita ‘Melissa’ Mashman. “Rubenesque” showed me body love, exhibitionism, and anonymous sex, while “Five Dimes” showed me lovers having fun and exploring. In fact, I may well have talked a boyfriend into playing “Five Dimes” with me. (You’ll have to read the story to understand what that means, but I assure you, it’s hot.)

So yes, technically, my first was Anaïs Nin. But the first I really remember, the first that got my pulse racing, my cheeks pink, and my body covered in goose bumps—that first happened with The Best American Erotica 1993.

I haven’t stopped reading erotica since.

Now, as for the other firsts—they’re delightful memories, too…which brings me to you.

Do you know what I’d love to hear? YOUR firsts. First kiss, first turn-on, first sex, first sexy read—you pick. Maybe if I’m really lucky, this space will serve as your very first confession! 😉

Can’t wait to hear…

XX,
Jade

P.S. The results of Alison Tyler’s Smut Marathon Round 2 are up—check them out here! (I survived! Hurray!)

Vote, Vote, Vote…

Posted on March 26, 2014September 14, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

Just a quickie to let you know that Round 2 of Alison Tyler’s Smut Marathon 2014 is up!

Once again, I have an entry in this Survivor-esque game of erotica writing challenges. We, the competitors, are subject to Ms. Tyler’s whims (aka assignments)…and then you, the lucky reader, get to vote!

As before, I can’t tell you which entry is mine—but I can bat my eyelashes and beg you to vote. Pretty please? With sugar and cherries on top?

Click right here to head on over to Ms. Tyler’s place and cast your vote! The entries are hot!

The poll is open until midnight on Sunday, and I’ll post results as soon as I know them.

Thanks for voting!

XX,
Jade

Poetic Naughtiness — “Power”

Posted on March 19, 2014September 14, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

In my younger years, I wrote a lot of poetry. It started in elementary school, when apparently I wrote material so dark the principal kept calling my parents in to discuss my suicidal tendencies (sorry, mom). This random fact has always surprised me, since I’m an eternal optimist—as in, “Screw the glass half full, I have a glass!”—but it is what it is. Little me wrote deep, dark, angry poems.

In high school, I switched gears and began writing deep, dark, dramatic poems. Huge improvement, right? Suddenly, I was not only writing about blackening flowers and body-bruising windstorms but bemoaning the loss of various heart breaker boyfriends. I wrote poems multiple times a day, and in fact, I still have my tattered-page journals filled with heart-wrenching verse and doodles I couldn’t make sense of if I tried. But eventually, the urge wore off; I realized I preferred fiction to poetry…

With the exception of erotic poetry. This was my little secret—all those deep, dark emotions I used to channel had turned into something sexier, sultrier, more explicit. Occasionally, I passed a piece on to a lucky boyfriend. Mostly, I kept it on my hard drive just for me.

That is, until today.

You may remember The Erotic Woman, the lovely site that featured my story “Marm” a couple weeks back? Well, they have a fondness for erotic poetry, too, and now, I’m delighted to debut my first public erotic poem! So…please hop on over and take a peek at “Power.” Oh, and an advisory: The Erotic Woman does include some NSFW images, so be prepared to read and enjoy the view. 😉

As for “Power”—I hope you enjoy it!

XX,
Jade