The Poem Challenge, Day 3: “In the Dark”

Posted on September 27, 2014September 28, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

Hello again, everyone, and thanks for joining—it’s Day 3 of my 7-Day Poem Challenge!

The lovely Tamsin Flowers suggested all three Pillow Talk ladies write an erotic poem, and I gave the whole affair an extra spin by starting this poem-a-day for seven days challenge for myself. I’m rather enjoying it, and I hope you are too!

So, here is the newest entry entitled “In the Dark”:

IN THE DARK
by
Jade A. Waters

In the early morning hours he wakes me
Hand
On my ass
Grasping my hip.
“Hi,” he whispers,
And I can feel his thick cock
Nestling between my cheeks.

Instantly
I’m wet—
That’s what he does to me.
My chest bursts with heat.
I’m still groggy
As it can’t be more than 2 a.m.
And it’s so dark outside
But he rolls me onto my stomach.

Oh, I love it like this
Love the way he weighs me down
His body stretched over mine
Cock to ass
Belly to back
Mouth to my neck
As he wedges himself into the apex of my thighs

“I’m going to fuck you
Hard.”
His words come as a grumble
And he doesn’t even have to work
To slip inside me.
I’m biting at the pillow
As he thrusts deep, waking me fully,
Centering me.

His hands are like birds
Floating everywhere—
Under me to stroke my clit
And cup my breasts,
Then up into my hair, which he twines around his palm.
The power he uses to drive into me
Has the bed shaking and pounding against the wall.

Outside there is the sound of sprinklers,
The lone partyer returning home
And the quiet of night.
But here
In our bed
He’s fucking me so fast, so deep
We’re both groaning loud
With reckless passion.

Cries of pleasure rise
As he thrusts all the way inside.
“You like that?” he murmurs.
I don’t even have to answer—
I’m coming around him,
My cunt spasming just as
He topples over me.

We are gasping now,
Together,
Heads mashed side-by-side in the pillow
I breathe into.
And like this,
Pressed close,
We fall back to sleep
In the dark.

I hope you enjoyed this one!

Feel free to check out “Morning Desire” from Day 1—do I have an early morning motif going? Hmm—and “You and Only You” from Day 2.

Please join me tomorrow with more poetic naughtiness!

XX,
Jade

The Poem Challenge, Day 2: “You and Only You”

Posted on September 26, 2014September 23, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

Welcome back, everyone! For those of you just tuning in, I launched a challenge for myself yesterday called the 7-Day Poem Challenge. This challenge is a twist on Tamsin Flowers’s suggestion in our last Pillow Talk Secrets episode, in which I write an erotic poem and post it live each day for seven days.

Today is Day 2, and as promised, I’ve written something new. This poem is called “You and Only You.” I hope you enjoy it…

YOU AND ONLY YOU
by
Jade A. Waters

He holds her
Close
His chest against hers
His lips hovering near
The air between them is
Hot
Thick with desire
With the need burning
Deep inside her
Inside him.
His fingertips loop around her elbows
And he draws her nearer
Into him
“I’ve only wanted you,”
He says,
“You and only you.”
His eyes flicker with lust
His hips arch with yearning.
She meets him
As his hands slip around her waist
Pressing the naked flesh of her low back
Until his cock nestles against wanting flesh,
Glistening folds.
He leans down
His mouth so close
His breath is like candy on her lips
But he holds perfectly still like this,
Both of them shivering with the tension
Dancing between them,
Within them.
And she says,
“Then what are you waiting for?”

Would you like to read more of my poetry? You can find “Power” and “Pink” at The Erotic Woman (advisory: NSFW images on both links), and “Awake the Nymph” at Vanillerotica. Missed yesterday’s poem? “Morning Desire” is available right here.

See you tomorrow!

XX,
Jade

The Poem Challenge, Day 1: “Morning Desire”

Posted on September 25, 2014September 25, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

I love to write poetry, and always have. Somewhere along the way, my poems switched gears and became erotic in nature, and eventually, I started showing them to more people. You may recall two of my poems appearing over The Erotic Woman—the first was “Power” and the second “Pink.” (Advisory: NSFW images for both links.)

So, shortly after I submitted “Awake the Nymph” to Vanillerotica, Tamsin Flowers, Malin James and I had our next Pillow Talk Secrets episode. Tamsin issued a challenge: the three of us were to write an erotic poem by our next Secrets session on October 8th. I eagerly accepted. But, since I already write erotic poetry, I thought I’d add an extra challenge for myself.

I’m calling it the 7-Day Poem Challenge. That is, for the next seven days, I will write a poem each day and post it here for you to see. This month has been impossibly complicated (which I’ll get to in a later post), so a little poetry to keep my writing flowing is helpful for me. And, hopefully in the process, you’ll enjoy it too!

Today’s poem is called “Morning Desire.” In truth, I wrote the first two lines with a magnetic poetry kit some ten years ago; these lines are still the first two lines of some other short poem hanging in my kitchen, albeit a much tamer thing. I think I like this one better. 🙂

So, without further ado, here it is…

MORNING DESIRE
by
Jade A. Waters

Desire felt like morning,
Sun caressing the world
Spreading tender waves that
Envelop me, encircle you.
Your hands trace down my back—
Neck to ass, hip to hip
You tug me closer
Ever closer,
Breathe a husky whisper
With lips soft, damp
And hungry,
Like me.

“Good morning.”
The words float between us,
Your body presses to mine
Your cock solid, seeking.
Your hand slips between warm thighs—
Testing and teasing,
Stroking with a sigh.
When I arch for you,
You sink inside
Teeth bared, sharp
On my shoulder;
In need.

Whimpers spill from my lips
Your thrusts remind me
Wake me
Loving and deep.
We shudder and moan—
Trembling, crying out
Surrendering to this morning desire.
The sunlight peeks
Through the blinds
Caressing skin, warming us.
We catch our breaths
Now one.

I hope you enjoyed “Morning Desire,” the first of my seven poems for the 7-Day Poem Challenge!

See you tomorrow with more…

XX,
Jade

A Snog for Sommer—Kisses for a Lovely Lady!

Posted on September 14, 2014September 16, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

Hi everyone,

You may recall the lovely Sommer Marsden joining me a few months back—she is both a fabulous writer and an all around sweetheart. I’ve had several amazing interactions with her myself, and over and over again, I’ve heard others say the same. She’s genuinely the nicest person around, and it’s impossible not to think of Sommer’s writing without knowing about the woman with a giant gold heart behind it all.

Unfortunately, Sommer’s family has been going through a very hard time. Her husband is currently fighting pancreatic cancer, so today, in honor of Sommer’s sweetness, several writers have gotten together to drum up some help for her family. Each author listed on the Snog for Sommer page will be posting an excerpt of a story involving a kiss, and we’re hoping that you will join us in helping Sommer’s family, too. How? On the official Snog page you’ll find a donation widget—so please, if you could, take a peek at all the authors participating and donate a little something for Sommer.

To provide more incentive, I’m offering up both a prize and an excerpt!

Updated: The previously offered prize of Violet Blue’s Kissing: A Field Guide has been claimed! However, if you are still able to donate, we would surely appreciate it. All you need to do is go to the Snog page and make a donation. Thank you!

To put you in a giving mood, I have a kissing excerpt for you! (Sommer writes the *best* kisses, so this is why there’s a kissing theme!) This excerpt comes from a story I wrote a couple years ago called “Marm,” which is currently hosted over at The Erotic Woman:

Angie backed against her kitchen counter and shifted her legs, the wool of her skirt itchy and grating, contradicting the silky moisture pooling at the apex of her thighs. Sometimes, she had to remind herself that Ms. Patrick did not exist beyond school walls. The dark-framed glasses, the long braid, the wool uniform that constantly aggravated her skin—that was not her.

That was who she channeled, day in and day out: the structured, successful, orderly English teacher she’d become after all these years, teaching at St. Sebastian’s since she’d graduated from college. Max had spent a mere three years there as the brazen Bio teacher, and already he’d inspired all the girls to write their names alongside his in cursive, with hearts and stars and endless swooning commentary. He was a lady killer, at school or at home, but what he was to her was something else—someone who understood that when Ms. Patrick climbed into her car at the end of the day, she became herself.

“Tell you what,” she said. “I’m going to unlock the front door. Give me three minutes, then come in and find me.”

She hung up the phone and unlocked the deadbolt, then ran back to the tile countertop. She hopped onto it and arranged herself just as she’d done this morning in the staff lounge, then resumed the undoing of her shirt until it exposed the top portion of her chest. Angie crossed her feet at the ankles and pitched forward, waiting. The hair stood up on her arms as she wondered what he’d do when he saw her, and the images running through her mind made the heat coil deep within her core.

Max’s three minutes was two, and when his count was up he nearly threw open the door. He pursed his lips and looked her over. Not a word came from his mouth as he inhaled so heavily through his nose she heard it across the kitchen.

Angie cocked her head and shifted her hips on the counter. “Hi there,” she said.

Max still didn’t say anything. He walked with measured steps across the room until he stood in front of her, then placed a hand on either side of her legs. He stared into her eyes. “Do you have a thing for countertops lately, Ms. Patrick?” Then he tilted his head toward her neck, pressing his lips to the edge of her jaw. He trailed his mouth down to her collar.

“I thought you were after Angie?”

Max nibbled at her skin, rolling it gently between his teeth. He cupped his hands around her ass and raised his mouth to her upper lip. “No.”

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“Oh?” Angie maintained her straight back but closed her eyes as his lips lingered over hers.

“I’m after the real Ms. Patrick. The one that exists beneath that rigid shell.”

She ducked her head. “She’s right here, you know.”

“Almost,” he said. He ran his finger along the flaps of her blouse, peering into her face. “She’s still breaking free.”

Angie slid off the counter and to the floor. Her pulse raced—he always said such things. He was thirty-four, and handsome, and though he was only a few years younger, his pushiness was not so different from that of their students. “Wine?” she muttered.

Max watched her while she poured the red liquid first into his glass and then her own. She raised it to her lips and he took a drink as well, then walked around the bar top. Before she finished her sip, he snatched her glass away and pushed her back against the tile.

“Whoa! What’s this?”

He planted his lips on hers, cutting off her words, her breath. Angie sucked air in through her nose and sank into the kiss, enjoying the probe of his tongue as his hands clawed their way across her lower back. He rubbed the contour that formed above her bottom and growled. He was most certainly not like the other men she’d dated.

“This is what I’m after,” he said between kisses. He fondled her buttons and tugged them open. Angie shivered—and when she teasingly pulled away, Max shoved his pelvis into hers, pinning her against the counter. “My sweet, sweet marm.”

***

Want to read more? Head on over to The Erotic Woman to read the full story for free. But before you do, please hop over to the Snog for Sommer page and make a contribution to help out her family.

Thanks so much for supporting the cause!

XX,
Jade

Time for a Kinky Cocktail Story: The Jelly Bean

Posted on August 29, 2014January 1, 2015 by Jade A. Waters

I am so excited, everyone! Kristina Lloyd’s blog tour for her new book, Undone, starts today. She’ll be stopping by later in the month to answer some questions for me, but in honor of her protagonist, Lara, owning a bar, Kristina wanted to kick off the whole tour with an all-day kinky cocktail party—that is, each of our sites hosts a special drink with kink! Cheers to that!

Now, I had a few ideas running through my head on cocktail options, and as you know, alcohol tends to make people fairly uninhibited. So I thought—in the spirit of a good cocktail party story—I’d be a little extra open today. The following semi-fictional story is inspired by a vacation I took in Greece a few years back, on which I discovered a delightful new drink called “The Jelly Bean”…as well as an incredibly handsome man.

I hope you enjoy the tale…

THE JELLY BEAN

Jade A. Waters

“‘The Jelly Bean’? Well naturally, that’s what I’m going to have,” I said, waving my menu about with a squeal.

“Naturally.” Sia rolled her eyes, because after knowing my candy obsession—in particular, jelly beans and licorice—for over a decade, she wasn’t at all surprised.

Our waiter came out from inside the deli, then, and I dropped my menu to the table with a gulp. He was the epitome of all the Greek features I’d been drooling over this entire vacation: gorgeous, tall, and dark, with stunning rich brown eyes and nearly black hair that waved down to the bottom of his ears. And that smile—oh fuck me, that smile—had me sitting back in my chair with a gasp.

“Hi there,” I said.

“Hello, lovely. So you’ll have The Jelly Bean, I take it?”

I flashed him my grin in response. His English was superb, but that accent had me squirming in my seat. Why yes, hot Rhodes waiter. I will have whatever sweet thing you’re offering.

Out loud I said, “Yes please!”

Behind his shoulder, Sia shook her head with another eye roll.

“I’ll have a beer.”

“No problem.” He went inside to fetch our drinks, and my jaw fell open.

“Oh hell-oh,” I said.

“Here we go…” Sia muttered.

See, I admit, vacation sex is my thing. It’s not intentional, but it happens. Foreigners rock my world, and there’s something magical about meeting a man in another country and living a brief romance with him—and don’t get me started on an accent talking dirty in my ear while I’m fucking. I guess for me it’s when in Rome, do a Roman…or something like that. There was the make-out with the Floridean on our Hawaii trip, the beach sex with the Dutchman in Aruba, the park romp with the Roman in Italy, the virginity-shattering of the Croatian in Rovinj, and the sensual island sex with the Texan in Puerto Rico. And of course, I’d already given that bar manager a blow job in the kitchen a few days ago, right before he bent me over one of the tables and then took me skinny dipping in the sea…

But the whole encounter had ended with him being a tremendous ass, so now I needed a better memory. I’d made it two weeks of our vacation through Athens, Ios, and Santorini without a hint of play, and we had only four more days for me to amend my vacation fling, dammit.

Hot Rhodes waiter came back with Sia’s beer and my blue and red glass of wonder. The Jelly Bean, you see, is a concoction of curaçao, grenadine, lemonade, and ouzo, and it tastes exactly like it sounds. I took a sip while they watched, the cool, candy-sweet taste washing down my throat as we sat in the unbelievably torrid, muggy air.

Our waiter grinned again.

“So where are you girls from?”

“San Francisco,” we chimed.

“Wow. San Francisco! We usually only get visitors from the east coast this far over. You two came a long way!”

“We did,” I said. “We wanted the full Greek tour.”

Sia gave me a look, but we made small talk with him for another twenty minutes because the place wasn’t busy midafternoon. Nikolaos—that was his name, and damn, even that fabulously Greek moniker stirred my blood—seemed tickled by his California customers. By the time I’d downed half my second Jelly Bean while devouring my Greek salad and a side of dolmas, we’d already started flirting hard. Sia, the perfect wing woman, laughed and played along, but it was on the way back from the ladies’ room that Nikolaos grabbed my hand and backed me against a wall.

“You’ve got a smile like some American actress…I can’t remember her name. But oh,” he said, looking me over, “you’re beautiful.”

Well, shit, handsome. Take me home now.

“Thank you,” I said. “You’re damn sexy yourself.”

“What are you girls doing later? I work late tonight, but you should come for dinner…”

Which is precisely what we did.

Greek dinners, for those who don’t know, happen mighty late. Sia and I had explored half the area by 10 that night and still had time to head back to our hotel for a nap and shower. It was so blazing hot—in fact, this was the year that Athens caught fire, 2007—that we lived in a layer of sweat from the second we left the shower until the moment we crawled our way back in. This meant we returned to the deli restaurant sweaty all over again, despite a good hour of freshening and dolling ourselves up. But, Nikolaos didn’t seem to mind. Not through dinner as we chowed on gyros and more drinks (Jelly Beans for me, of course), and talked to his friends who had joined the hang out. Not when Sia wandered off with some adorable Australian and a promise to meet me back at the hotel in a few hours.

And definitely not when Nikolaos talked me onto his moped and took me back to his apartment.

The place was a wreck, but I was all eyes-on-Nikolaos. He could have been a model, some Greek beauty blessing the pages of a magazine I would surely take home as a souvenir. However, I had better things in mind for this guy, and by the feel of his cock rising up between us, it was obvious he did too.

Nikolaos pulled me into his chest when the door shut behind us. He ran his fingers up my cheek, then stroked his hand through my hair. When he rolled his pelvis up against me, I let out a quiet purr only because I’d had three Jelly Beans and I wasn’t sure if I was coming off louder than I thought.

“You’re an aggressive little thing,” he said.

“I am.”

“And you almost look Greek.”

“But I’m not.”

“Are you sure you’re not a Greek-American actress? You look like an actress. And your Greek is fantastic.”

“I’m totally not. I just have a good tongue.”

That might have been the Jelly Beans talking, but Nikolaos took the bait. He leaned down and kissed me then.

And yeah. We were all tongues.

Tongues, fingers, hands, lips—we were naked and rolling around on the bed in no time. Nikolaos, it turned out, looked like a model from head to toe, and I, apparently, was his favorite shape. He spent several minutes running his hands up and down my body with heavy inhalations that made his nostrils flare, then he buried those fingers so deep in my cunt and his tongue so furiously against my clit that my Jelly Bean fueled groans had to have woken his neighbors.

“I’ve never fucked a Californian,” he growled.

“Perfect. I’ve never fucked a hot waiter from Rhodes.”

Our lips sealed back together when he frantically searched his nightstand for a condom. I barely noticed him putting it on, because moments later he plunged inside me, hard and filling, his hands gripping at my breasts and his cheeks so bright.

“Your smile…” he moaned. “It’s like fucking a celebrity…”

This somehow turned me on more. So as Nikolaos thrust in me, bit at my shoulder, nipped at my lips, and groaned in my ear—I writhed with wild calls that were twice as loud thanks to all those Jelly Beans. My body quaked with excitement as he pushed faster and deeper, and when he erupted with a grunt and I hadn’t yet come, he was right back down between my thighs lapping at me until I shuddered with cries that put everything before them to shame.

I remember thinking as we lay there—Nikolaos panting against my thigh, me trying to catch my breath, inhaling the smell of musty sex and dirty room and Greek humidity—that vacation sex was, even when terrible, awfully fun. I’m not one for notches on a bedpost, but maybe a map to mark my foreign conquests might make for a good chuckle.

Nikolaos slid up along my body, planting kisses over my face and tracing the circumference of my nipple with a fingertip.

“So you leave in four days?” he said.

“Yep. Four more days.”

“Hmmm.” He ran his fingers down my stomach, then slipped them between the sensitive, pink lips of my pussy. “Maybe you and your friend can come back to the deli tonight for dinner again…and have another Jelly Bean.”

“Oh. For a Jelly Bean, huh?”

Nikolaos gave me a quick kiss, and when he leaned back, he nodded with a grin.

“I just might,” I said.

I always have liked sweet things.

***

Want to read more awesome stories, posts, musings, and articles from the cocktail launch party? Click right here to see the full menu! And please be sure to swing on by to join the Facebook party all day today!

As for me…I think it’s time for another drink…

Jade discovering The Jelly Bean while on vacation in Rhodes, Greece…this may have been her second round. (Third?)

Hiccup.

XX,
Jade

The Sneaky Vignette: Resurgence

Posted on August 21, 2014September 8, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

I’ve been hard at work on another book, something that started as a novella and then morphed into a bigger project. As in, it kind of took over my life—but in a very good way, of course.

While I try my hardest to stick to one project, other things constantly pop up, swirling around in my head and asking for attention. The following is one such thing that snuck in a couple days ago. I’m not sure what it will turn into yet, but for now I thought I’d offer up the vignette playing in my brain…

Resurgence

“Here?” he said. He brushed aside my hair, his lips skimming the nape of my neck. He curved his hands around my shoulders, hooking fingertips under the sides of my robe and parting them slowly, so slowly.

I shook my head—though already I could feel it, simmering deep in me. I closed my eyes as he drew back the fabric, silk dripping off my shoulders before it wisped to the floor.

“Here?”

He slid his fingertips up my arms and pressed his lips to my shoulder. One kiss, then two. His tongue ran the length of my shoulder blade, tracing what once felt it, felt this.

But again, I offered only a quiet head shake, the stillness of my breath.

He snaked his arms through the hollow between my arms and waist, curling them up, cupping my breasts. His palms grazed soft flesh that remembered and ached.

“Or here?” he said.

This time he came closer, his chest to my back, his breaths one with mine. His cock was hard but not insistent, patient like the draw of his fingertips across my nipples. They tightened at this simple caress and the warmth circulated, flowed.

Still, the words remained trapped at my lips, muted by an avalanche of memories and pain, weaving their way through my limbs, my heart.

He kissed my neck. His mouth was firmer now—needing me, summoning me. One hand inched down my stomach, lacing my body with goose bumps, with a sensation I’d forgotten.

“Here?” he whispered.

A fingertip grazed my folds. The faintest touch, searching me.

Finding me.

He circled the tender, tight knot that swelled for him and gently kissed my throat. My chest swarmed with heat as he trailed his finger down, slipping it inside a place that knew.

That remembered.

“There,” I breathed.

Yes, there.

His words were a rush of warmth in my ear, a quiet, compassionate plea.

“Can I stay here?”

There was no other answer, my body responding, heating.

“Never leave,” I said.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. 🙂

Happy almost weekend…

XX,
Jade

Awake the Nymph — A Poem at Vanillerotica!

Posted on August 4, 2014September 14, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

Happy Monday!

I’ve got fun news today, everyone! A while back, I entered the Talent Drips Erotic Poetry contest over at Vanillerotica—and was tickled to learn last night that my poem was selected! I’m so excited! Thank you to the editors at Vanillerotica Literary EZine!

So, if you’re of the poetry mind and would like to check it out, please hop on over to Vanillerotica to read my poem, “Awake the Nymph.” You can find it in the April section.

I hope you enjoy it!

XX,
Jade

Hot Mad Libs and The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy Blog Tour!

Posted on July 13, 2014September 8, 2014 by Jade A. Waters

Today, I am delighted to host the next stop on The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy blog tour! And, not only do I get to tell you about this incredibly hot book from Violet Blue (and it’s hot, folks), but I’m quite thrilled to announce that this stop has a game and giveaway involved! That’s right—if you win, you will get your very own copy of this delicious book! Wow!

So, first, let me tell you a bit about The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy: How to Have Incredible Sex with Role Play, Sex Games, Erotic Massage, BDSM Play and Much, Much More. This book is filled with Violet Blue’s comprehensive expertise on all things fantasy, from role play to threesomes, to striptease, clubs, and public encounters. On top of all sorts of fantastic advice and handy resources, the book is packed with erotic stories to help you explore your fantasies—by none other than Alison Tyler. Talk about a sexy deal!

Before we launch the game, here’s the official blurb:

Join the legions of couples and singles who are making their hottest sexual fantasies come true. Whether you’re looking for an endless supply of fantasy ideas or expert advice for a playful, imaginative sex life, this information-packed book will tell you exactly what you need to know. Forbes web-celeb Violet Blue has compiled comprehensive lists of the most popular fantasies and fetishes, complete with suggestions for props, toys, and costumes (and where to buy them). Blue takes a nuanced approach to helping you decide just how far to take your fantasies. Whatever your desires, The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy: How to Have Incredible Sex with Role Play, Sex Games, Erotic Massage, BDSM Play and Much, Much More will help you create the scenarios of your wildest dreams.

Discover how to:

Uncover your lover’s secret fantasies
Role-play without feeling silly
Navigate your first threesome—where DOES that sixth arm go?
Have sex in public
Create thrilling S/M scenarios
Strip, lap dance, and talk dirty

The book is available at: Cleis Press Amazon

Sounds like a fabulous book, doesn’t it? And though there were many more fantastic fantasies and ideas contained within than are listed above, there was one section that really caught my eye—that is, an entire chapter on sex games. See, I’m a bit of a playful person (shocker, I know), and a few years back I had a lover with whom I played many a sexual game. A particular favorite involved a bottle of wine, a few naughty promises, and a round of sexy mad libs.

Here’s what happened: I wrote him a story about what I thought would be fun for us to do on our next encounter…but I left a whole lot of blanks in it. I sent this story to him with instructions—he needed to find words to fill in the blanks, and once he did, I would show up with the wine so we could finish the story.

Suffice it to say, he had some pretty good word choices to help out. 😉

Now, years later, I’m turning this game on its head—and giving you an opportunity to win with it. I’m hoping you’ll play, because if you win, you will get your hot little hands on your very own copy of The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy. Score!

Here’s how to play: I’ve written a sexy flash story of about 300 words…but oopsy, I seem to have omitted several of them! I’ll need you to fill in all the blanks below, as specified (please get as dirty as you’d like, but be sure to use a noun for a noun, and a color for a color, and a piece of furniture for a piece of furniture, etc.). Once you’ve picked your words/phrases, all you need to do to enter is comment below with the following:

Name
Email address
Your choices for the blanks.

Your deadline is 4 p.m. PST on Wednesday, July 23^rd. That’s ten whole days for you to get crafty with your word choices!

After the deadline, I’ll print out all the entries and draw a winner—and on Thursday, July 24^th, the winning set of responses will be posted in the story right here on this blog. I can’t wait to see what you come up with—and how this story turns out! How crazy and kinky can we get together, people? (And will it make any sense?!) 😉

All right, ready to get your game on? Here are the blanks you need to fill:

[method of restraint, preferably as a past tense verb]
[type of furniture]
[color]
[small and light inanimate noun]
[type of cording or long strand]
[pet name]
[adverb to describe fucking]
[body part—um, ideally not a bony one]
[type of sound made by a person during sex]
[adverb]
[a verb bodies do]
[verb to describe crash, ending in –ed]
[verb requiring contact with something else]
[another sound made by a person during sex]

Oh, I can’t wait. Please be sure to post your entry in the comments below with your name and email addy so I can contact you if you win. And don’t forget, you have until 4 p.m. (PST) on Wednesday the 23^rd!

This will be so fun! 🙂

XX,
Jade

Violet Blue is the best-selling author of numerous sex-instruction books, including The Ultimate Guide to Cunnilingus and The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio. She also writes about erotica, pornography, and sexual pleasure and health for magazines such as O: The Oprah Magazine, Newsweek, Cosmopolitan, Esquire, Glamour, Maxim, Marie Claire, Men’s Health, Penthouse, Redbook, and more. She lives in San Francisco. Find her online at tinynibbles.com and on Twitter @VioletBlue.

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

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