STORY: "Kings Cross St. Pancras: Officers But Are They Gentlemen?"

One hot shot woman + Two hot shot pilots = Threesome fun.

The eagerly awaited fourth title in the London Lovers’ Ground series is set in the bustling Kings Cross and neighbouring St. Pancras station area. Trying to shake off its notorious vice hotspot label, a number of high-end hotels and restaurants have opened around the stations. All rather convenient for our sassy vixen Lisa Thornton to have her wicked way with the two young officers!

When Lisa retires after dinner to the swanky Kings Cross hotel lounge that she’s staying in, herself and her friend Jill meet two dashing young RAF helicopter pilots enjoying their last weekend of leave before deploying to Afghanistan. Within minutes, they’re enthralled as the young pilots reveal the realities of combat rescue missions and life in a war zone. 

With Jill rushing to catch her last train home, Lisa and the two pilots continue talking but it becomes evident that Lisa is interested in more than mere conversation. Things heat up so much in the lounge, that Lisa’s smouldering attraction for both officers takes them to her hotel room where their all-out lust explodes! With Lisa’s train to Paris leaving in a matter of hours, there’s no other option. She orders her hot shot pilots to go full-throttle on their time-critical mission: HER!

With all three of them determined to make each moment count, the trio use everything in their arsenals to make it a night to remember. With charm, champagne, and a chaise longue all being used to full effect – not to mention a king-sized bed – Lisa, Thom and Andy make sure all are put to good use before Lisa heads to the station to begin her journey.

This 10,500 (approx.) word adult erotic story includes threesome sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, lingerie, and some wickedly fun dialogue, as befits Lisa’s sass and cheeky humour. And there’s a provocative and unexpected twist at the end for good measure!

EXCERPT:-

Coming up for air, I looked into Andy’s eyes once more. I assumed the smile on my face was as wide as the Channel Tunnel itself. This was the sort of escapade hotels were designed for - or damn well should be.
As his hands moved under my short black jacket once more – I’m surprised he hadn’t taken it off before now – his fluid, almost effortless movements halted abruptly as the loud knock on the door came.
“Shit. Who the hell could that be?” I asked innocently, looking over Andy’s shoulder towards the door.

“I don’t know, but they bloody well chose the wrong time.”
“Don’t say a thing,” he whispered, “Maybe they’ll go away or realise they’ve got the wrong room or something.”
The second rat-a-tat against the door dispelled any notion that the interrupter had slunk off.
Andy looked at me. Was he awaiting orders like an obedient young officer?
“Well, I’m not answering the door with my hair like this,” I replied melodramatically, ignoring the fact that I was the one still fully clothed.
“You go. You can be my naked butler,” I winked.
“You’re going to pay for that,” Andy retorted conspiratorially. His well-timed squeeze of my derriere emphasised the point, before releasing his impressive grip on my arse and heading to the door. I sidestepped to get a clearer view of the door as Andy pulled it open.
“Hello Passion Pants!” exclaimed Thom.
“What the hell…”
“Hi there, Lisa. Flyboy reporting for duty,” announced Sutherland, nonchalantly planting a smacker on Andy’s cheek for good measure, chuckling loudly, as he brushed past his flying partner into my room. Placing the champagne, ice bucket and glasses onto the table, he turned around, grinning.
Andy’s face was something – a mix of surprise, shock, and possible disappointment too perhaps? It wasn’t that hard to imagine; he thought he had me all to his own. Poor boy. He had no idea that one flyboy wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot.
As if to rub it in, Thom waved the napkin I’d left on the table in front of Andy’s face, before handing it to him. Still laughing, he looked around the room, taking it all in. By the expression on his face, he liked the look of my large executive room. He wasn’t the only one: I’d found it a delightful base for my short stay.
Thom’s gaze eventually turned to me.
“Come over here Thom,” I beckoned. “Don’t you think you should catch up? Andy needs some time to acquaint himself with the mission.” Glancing at the mirror, I could see that despite them being kissed and sucked on intently for the last fifteen minutes, my vamped up red lips had not lost any of their colour: God bless modern cosmetics.
Andy meanwhile stayed rooted at the spot beside the door. Reading intently, he got up to speed. 
‘Hey Flyboy. Andy exfiltrated me to Room 241. Cum ‘Search and Rescue’ me! Full tank necessary. Clothes optional.’ 
I had to admit: my red lips made one hell of a signature at the bottom on the napkin.
“I’ll say one thing Lisa,” chuckled Andy, “you certainly have a way with words.”
“I’ve got a way with willies, as well.”

How does the story end?  Very messily and exhaustedly! And with a final surprise in store! 

Blog Hop: Tag! You're It!

A few weeks ago I was asked by the delightful Angel Gone Bad (watch out, she’s a handful!) if I’d be one of her victi…er I mean recipients of the baton so to speak of the ‘Blog Hop’ that’s been doing its rounds through the smut writing fraternity.

 

What’s a ‘blog hop’? 

A writer answers a few questions about their work, and in turn passes on the baton to not one, but three other smut writers to do the same for the following week. Their names are announced at the bottom of the blog post, thus priming the reader for what’s going to follow, and also plugging the writer along the way. Additional tweets help spread the word.

So without further ado, here are those questions and my responses; I hope you find them interesting.

What are you working on right now? 
It’s all systems go right now, with several things going on. After a hiatus of a few months (writing had to be put to one side whilst real life interfered with my plans for world smut domination), I finally got back to writing in the last week or two, and have just finished a story I’d originally started back in March. It’s another one of my saucy London Lovers’ Ground series that focuses on a particular locale / station in the city. This time it’s the one and only “Kings Cross St Pancras” – make of that what you will! More details will be coming out in the next few days so keep your eyes open for more details here.

There’s also some cover redesigns for the first three LLG stories coming up as well – to make them sexier and more alluring – you can’t go wrong with black, haha!

Finally, as there’s already three ‘green’ LLG stories available, I’m going to release them together in a juicy threesome offer, which will be priced more competitively than if buying them all singly.

So that’s what immediately is on my plate – needless to say, with the smut writing mojo back, there are a whole bunch of forthcoming LLG titles already conceived and will be getting fired out over the next few months. There’s also a few more Crash! Bang! Wallop! stories I want written at some point. Some are in response to reader feedback, such as Parts II and III of ‘Stuck At A Desk’  (you know who you are, haha!) and there’s a REALLY hardcore BDSM / humiliation tale coming up which may finish off the CBW series….who knows.

How does it differ from other work in its genre? 

Being a marketer as well as an erotica writer, this is where I have to put my money where my mouth is! Firstly in terms of the cover design, I wanted a very distinct and recognisable identity for both the LLG and CBW series. With the LLG, there are different coloured lines each dedicated to a particular naughty theme, so there are coloured sub-identities going on there as well. 

The same goes for font choice. Like any good brand building, there has to be consistency and the right fonts have to be chosen: different fonts have different ‘personalities’ and the wrong ones will do more damage than good. Unfortunately, from an overall category perspective, the majority of erotica writers appear to pay lip service to such things. I’m not saying my covers are fantastic – but they’re distinct and aren’t cringeworthy like the ‘cheap clip art and dodgy font’ covers that are commonplace. If the story is good, why let it down with a crap cover?!

In terms of the writing itself, I make sure there are no corny character names or dialogue spoken between them. I want the scenarios and the characters to be believable and realistic. The types of people you see on the tube or pass by on the streets of London are the same types you find in my books. I’m not knocking fantasy erotica writers – different strokes for different folks – but just like in porn, there’s a huge appeal for the realistic ‘boy/girl next door’ type of characters, rather than those from another world.

Finally, to date my books have all been set in London. I’m not sure (but open to correction) there are other writers who have focused on London - or any other city for that matter – in their writing.

Whilst each of these factors may not in themselves be unique, they combine to form a unique proposition. 

Why do you write what you do? 
This can be answered in different ways. Firstly, I write erotica to earn a living. Some people write erotica for the sheer pleasure of it. That’s wonderful, but I’m focused on both.

Regarding the types of story or themes included, this is a case of writing what interests / excites me. If you’re passionate about something, it makes it so much easier to work with. But I also don’t forget this is a revenue stream – and what I write has also got to excite others too. Understanding what readers want to read and are happy paying for is a key reason for me designing and launching the Erotica Reader Survey – I want to know what smut readers want in their stories. And as I’ve said before, the key findings will be posted on the blog for all and sundry to digest. From the responses so far I can breathe a sigh of relief: a lot of things that do it for me personally and in my writing, are shared by many others! 

How does your writing process work? 
I tend to have everything thought out before I start typing the first words. Locations, plot, characters, the sex acts, are all thought about and a clear direction identified. With that foundation set, I’m free to sprinkle some extra bits and bobs where appropriate as I write. In this respect I treat my erotica writing like I do my marketing reports or university essays from decades past. I know how the story is going to pan out, I know the ins and outs (stop sniggering!), I’ve got the character personas established, etc. I even have a spreadsheet containing a whole bunch of questions to help with character building. What do they like and dislike? What’s their profession? What kind of clothes would I expect them to be wearing? What kind of personality do they have? How do I think this person will react in a given situation? What turns them on?

To some it might sound a bit anal, but ‘knowing’ this much about my characters helps me enormously, particularly when it comes to dialogue and behaviour in the story. It also allows me to keep things fresh; I don’t want the main character in one story be identical to another – particularly when there are so many variables one can play with when creating good, believable, naughty characters.

Having these things already clear in my mind before I start writing the story is critical. In fact I can’t imagine writing any other way. Once I’ve got all that framework in place, the actual writing is easier: that’s the theory anyway! 

So, there you have it; a bit more of me revealed! If you enjoyed this and want a bit more of an insight into how I roll, then comment on it, and let’s see what happens. 

Now: who’s next on the Blog Hop, I hear you ask? My three naughty minded writers keeping the hop going are:-

Danielle Austen, author of “The Prophecy Girl Trilogy” stories http://www.danielle-austen.com 

Anita Bush, author of “The Erotic Musings of an Ordinary Girl” http://anitabushauthor.wordpress.com

And yes, I realise that's just TWO! I'm waiting on a response from my third target....

 

And of course thanks to Angel Gone Bad in the first place: catch more of her naughty antics at: http://angelgonebad.blogspot.co.uk

 

New Book, New Look, New Offer!

Yay! After several months of real life intruding with neighbours being wankers, and other trials and tribulations causing my smut mojo to disappear…… we’re back, Baby!

At about 0315 hrs on Wednesday morning, I finally finished the story I’d been working on back in March. It’s a bit of a belter if I say so myself. But then I would say that, wouldn’t I ?

With about four edits already completed, and with a final look-over or two just remaining, I’ll shortly be giving it the rubber stamp and getting started on the Amazon upload process. That’s assuming Amazon by now haven’t started throwing their toys out of the pram with EVERYTHING erotica-related. If so, then we’re all really screwed, lol.

It’s another in the London Lovers’ Ground series of spicy stories set among London’s many different locales. Coming in at around 10,500 words, I think it’s my second longest story (after Hi-Jinks In Hull, from the Crash! Bang! Wallop! series). As per previous stories, it’ll have its own blog post; probably an ‘Extra Sauce’ post to keep it company as well. So I won’t wax lyrical about it right now. But if you’re a fan of multiple miscreants as well as multiple orgasms, then there’s a treat in store for you!

With the new book, there’s also a new look revealed. The earlier LLG stories - Bayswater, Paddington, and Earl’s Court – will also be receiving respective cover re-designs. There’s nothing earth shattering about them, but they’re certainly more jazzed up and dare I say it, more enticing, than the previous ones: which in retrospect isn’t that hard to imagine!

Finally, for threesome fans, cough…ahem… - I mean books, you filthy muckers! - I’m going to be releasing the first three LLG stories – as a multi-pack book. Exact pricing still TBC, but I’m probably going to offer it for less than buying the three stories separately. Amn’t I nice?!

This is all going to be happening in the next week or two so if you want to stay in the loop, you can either keep checking my Tweets or to be on the safe side subscribe to my site here, and you’ll be automatically notified when there’s something said.

Thanks for reading – this and my smutty stories!  

AB

What’s new in the world of London smut writer Amelia Bryant?

June is almost upon us, not that you’d notice outside with some truly ungodly weather. I swear – it could be November or March outside. The rain’s chuffing down, the wind is howling. Not like the Mays I remember from decades past. The evenings would be sunny and mild and Yours Truly would be tormented by having to stay inside, revising – ha, CRAMMING more like – for school and university exams.

Anyway, smut has taken a back seat over the past couple of months as other things conspired to pull my thoughts away from the joys of filthy fucking and instead towards things that to be frank were much less interesting and much more tiresome.

That’s not to say I’ve not felt guilty about the lack of filth being created on my laptop. Far from it: I’d have loved to have had another bundle of exciting London erotica for your reading – and masturbatory – pleasure.

Maybe it was a mixture of already having written eight stories and subconsciously needing a break. Perhaps it was also a heap of other external baloney impacting my ability to get all jiggy in my head as well as on the keyboard. Possibly it was the culmination of over-doing it on Twitter and needing a break from the smut writing and promoting. I digress…

That said, there’s an important lesson to be learned for any aspiring smut authors out there. Only write when you’re in the right mood. If there’s shit going on in your life, or external factors affecting your mojo then don’t write. Don’t even begin to try. If you’re not in the mood, you’re not in the mood. Enjoy life’s other joys without thinking of self-imposed masochistic deadlines. Accept it, and wait for your mind and nether regions to tingle again and re-connect. It is as simple as that.  

So guess what? Mine have (about bloody time too!). Here’s what’s on the immediate agenda:-  

1. Complete the fourth London Lovers’ Ground (LLG) story which I’d got about one third of the way through. I’m not going to reveal too much now, but let’s just say that if you’re the sort of person who think’s “two’s company but three’s so much better”, then you’ll like this. Keep your eyes peeled on when everything’s ready (hopefully in the next ten days or so) as there will be some special promotions lined up.  

2. New sexier cover designs for all LLG titles.  

3. More LLG story writing. I’ve got some cracking story ideas featuring the capital’s favourite central locales already waiting to be unleashed. Needless to say the naughtiness will be there in absolute abundance!  

4. Fancy some ‘Crash! Bang! Wallop!’ ? It’s high time another CBW story or two is unleashed on the general smut-lovin’ public as well as the marketing research community, who seem rather bemused by it all. Of course, I’m far from complaining with increased Twitter followers, column inches, and sales! There are a few stories vying for my attention. There’s the second and third parts of the ‘Stuck At A Desk’ saga. There’s also a humdinger of a tale which I’m burning to get onto paper / your Kindle screen. It’s called ‘The Ten Commandments’ and it’s possibly going to make some people in the industry feel a tad uneasy. Alternatively, they might not give a shit – that wouldn’t surprise me either!  

5. More blogging! There’s a long overdue post – probably two – considering the pros and cons of social media (particularly Twitter), primarily based on my own personal observations and interactions. So watch out for those. Blogging also shouldn’t be one-way traffic: engaging with contributors is important. Furthermore, despite all the pressures of writing one’s own smut, it’s a good thing to visit the blogsites of fellow smut writers and responding to the ideas and opinions they’ve put out there.  


So there you have it: the battleplan for the next wee while. Do keep me company on the smut journey!

Free Erotica? Amelia Bryant Ponders The Problem With Price

Help or hindrance? Dangled carrot or sustained revenue killer? Is free erotica a problem or worth its weight in gold to the independent smut writer?

Whether dipping one’s proverbial tootsies into the erotica writing business, or being a seasoned pro, free online erotica is one issue bound to provoke reaction. Anyone seeking online smut to read on their PC or download to a phone or Kindle or similar e-book reader can either go to well known websites such as Literotica to access a plethora of free stories. Or they can go to Amazon and Smashwords and pay for the stories accessed (these sites also offer free stories).

But surely it must frustrate authors trying to earn a crust (never mind a fortune) from their writing, when facing so much competition from others offering their wares for nowt? Why do this?

Let’s consider the pertinent points. Firstly, cost. Once the book has been written, the formatting done and the cover designed and everything is uploaded, the costs of production (time, paper, print toner, fizzy pop and Chocolate Hob Nobs consumed while writing/typing) are incurred once and once only. There’s no marginal cost attached to subsequent sales made.  

A free book should help generate some buzz, shouldn’t it? ‘Buy my FREE steamy erotica tale on Amazon’ etc etc. Announce this on all the relevant social media channels and the express hope is that there’s a flurry of downloads which will a) keep the book in the top half of the Amazon sales lists, thereby achieving some visibility b) convince those readers to fork out for subsequent priced books.

But does it really work like this?

The problem is that such a simplistic viewpoint fails to take into account that thousands of other smut authors have exactly the same idea. The result: thousands of free stories. But the unavoidable fact is that there’s now an abundance of free erotica. And that spells trouble for the erotica writer seeking financial recompense for their efforts.  

I liken it to someone walking to work in the morning or heading out of the office for lunch. You’ll see coffee shop baristas offering samples of their latest blends. Perhaps you’ll see a deli shop offering passers-by a tiny bite of a new sandwich combo. You’ll be offered a tasty mouthful (stop sniggering at the back!) in the hope that you pop in to buy a full-sized sandwich the following day, or perhaps even there and then.  

There’s an implicit understanding operating: here’s a free sample to see if you like it, and if you do, you can have more. Much more. As much as you want in fact.  

But you’re going to have to pay for it.
  
However, there’s a segment of the smut-reading fraternity who say ‘Why should I pay for anything? There’s so much available already for free. What incentive is there to pay for it?’

Using my street food analogy once more, It’s the equivalent of the hungry office worker being able to walk along a street full of delis and coffee shops and receive enough small samples of coffee to equal a full cup, and enough small sandwich bites to make up a proper-sized sarnie. His or her thirst has been totally quenched and their appetite sated. And without having to pay for a damn thing! But to add insult to injury, they can return day in, day out and do exactly the same, because there’s an endless supply to enjoy. Now it’s a stretch to imagine this could happen in real life. But it IS happening online when it comes to reading erotica.

So, you’ve got a whole gamut of smut writers doing what they think is a sensible attempt at gaining some awareness and hopefully driving subsequent sales. Individually, not a bad idea. Collectively however, the overall effect is arguably detrimental.  

Now it’s important to recognise there are many erotica authors who write for the simple pleasure of writing and striking a chord with readers, who wish no reward for their efforts. They perhaps want to dip their toes in the bath or wish nothing more than to see their words stimulate, inspire and/or amuse others. And bless them for it.  

There will also be a large number of smut readers around the world who have no intention of paying as so much is already available. They want something which will get their juices going enough for some naughtiness and then, hey-ho, that was nice. Next!  

What is the split between those who will pay and those who won’t? For erotica writers wanting to earn a living doing this, the non-payers are of no concern. Well, I say that glibly: they ARE a concern if they constitute the majority. But professional erotica writers will focus their efforts on what they know paying customers will shell out for. That’s one of the reasons for the Erotica Reader Survey that’s currently live.  

Personally speaking, I value my time spent thinking about the story, planning it, doing a bit of research perhaps, developing some characters, before even getting down to writing it. And don’t forget about editing, re-writing if necessary, and formatting for Amazon, Smashwords etc. That’s a fair few hours. Most businesses would charge for their time and effort in producing the final product or service – why should erotica writers differ?  

I’d love to receive your comments on any of the points raised here and encourage some discussion on the topic. And keep your eyes peeled for a follow-up post in which I’ll talk about pricing approaches, strategies and tactics.

EXTRA Sauce! Bayswater: London Sex Writer Amelia Bryant’s Quick Guide

So if you’ve read my hot erotic story ‘Baring All In Bayswater’ perhaps you’d like to get a flavour of the area, especially if you’re not from London or you’re located thousands of miles away.

Photo: (c) Amelia Bryant

Located to the north of Kensington Gardens and west of Paddington, Bayswater is a lively, cosmopolitan hub. Most of the activity centres around the street named Queensway, which is crammed full of restaurants, international food shops, fast food joints and all the usual major retailers. In the picture (left) of Queensway you can make out the entrance to the large Whiteley Centre shopping mall and cinema - it's at the far right of the photo, white peaked with the flagpole.

Locals requiring some extra bedroom (or wherever) spice have a well-stocked Ann Summers store on Queensway to stock up on assorted naughtiness. And shock author confession – this is the store where I bought my first Rampant Rabbit!


   

Photo: (c) Amelia Bryant

The tube station is located just a little under halfway along. And it’s one of the best examples of the London Underground map (designed by engineer Harry Beck) not being topographically accurate. If you take a look at the tube map, you’ll see Queensway and Bayswater stations separated by what seems to be a reasonable distance. In fact you could walk between the stations in probably the same time as it would take you to read this blog posting. We’re talking only a couple of hundred yards, tops. 

Bayswater has something of an edgy reputation – just like its Australian equivalent (what is it with Sydney, trying to copycat London’s vice spots: King’s Cross AND Bayswater?!) Yes, it’s a hustling busting ‘never quiet’ area – Queensway certainly – but it is also renowned for its sexual commerce. Some of the nearby W2 streets are well known on the internet for the ‘services’ offered in some of the apartments, and police have broken up vice rings and brothels operating in the area.

Photo: (c) Amelia Bryant

The street is dominated by a couple of very big apartment blocks – Princess and Queen’s Courts. Queens Court is the location of Mia’s fictitious flat, located just yards to the south of the tube station. But it makes me smile mischievously. Queens Court (pictured left) is listed on many bulletin boards and online forums as the ‘Ground Zero’ for London escorts! One minute on a search engine duly upholds these assertions! 

And I actually know Queens Court rather well! I won’t reveal all, but I did date someone for a while who flat-shared there. I must admit: I never bumped into any exotic ladies all the times I was up and down in the lifts. Let’s just say that with the preponderance of genuine hotties that could often be seen walking along Queensway, it doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. 

Anyway, I’ve got happy memories of Bayswater as you can imagine, and it made returning there for some photos a pleasure. The sights and smells took me back a few years. And yes, speaking purely objectively of course, yes there are still a veritable amount of hot-to-trot ladies there – ‘working’ or otherwise!


Have you read a juicy excerpt from my smutty Bayswater story? Read it now!


Or if you have already and liked it, then buy 'Baring All In Bayswater' at Amazon, dammit! ;-)


Watch out for accompanying ones for each new London Lovers' Ground story!

EXTRA Sauce! Earl's Court: London Sex Writer Amelia Bryant’s Quick Guide

So if you’ve read my short smutty story ‘Earl’s Court: Making an Exhibition Of Oneself’ perhaps you’d like to get a flavour as to the locale, especially if you’re not from London or you’re located thousands of miles away.

Located in the south west of central London between Cromwell Road and Old Brompton Road, Earl’s Court is know for a variety of things. The first, and probably the largest, is the Earl’s Court Exhibition Centre - home to business expos (where my characters ‘Aussie’ Rob Sadler and Lorna Calderwood meet), home and leisure shows, and major rock concerts. In fact barely five days after moving to London all those years ago, I went to my first gig here – and what a night! I’m also no stranger to it for research/marketing expos etc. over the years.


The tube station is just across the road from the Centre – in fact this picture is taken from the station entrance. The other main entrance is on Earl’s Court Road – here.

Needless to say, the tube station can get pretty crowded when there’s a gig or expo on. Which in itself presents a fantastic opportunity to letch at some pretty hot talent! [Public transport confession time: I had a major snogging session on the westbound District line platform one cold February evening many moons ago. Ah, halcyon days!] 

Earl’s Court is also traditionally known to be a hang out for Australians living in the city. And escorts too, apparently! There are a lot of hostels and hotels in the area – of varying quality and price ranges.

Just a few yards along from the station is The Blackbird, the pub where my characters Rob and Lorna meet after the expo.

Earl’s Court has a number of gardens with bushes and trees lining the perimeter railings. The vast majority – if not all of them – are private, and only accessible under lock and key. So not every Tom, Dick and Harry can get it. But hey, perhaps from time to time people are careless, and in the case of Rob and Lorna…jackpot!

So where might the lust-filled pair have headed for their dusk debauchery: perhaps here?!


Have you read a juicy excerpt from my smutty Earl’s Court story? Read it now!

Or if you have already and liked it, then buy 'Earl's Court: Making An Exhibition Of Oneself' it at Amazon, dammit! ;-)

I hope you've enjoyed this little pictorial expedition into my setting for the book - watch out for accompanying ones for each new London Lovers' Ground story! 

Erotica Readers: Your Opinions Count!

Are erotic writers delivering what readers want?
How diverse are readers’ erotic reading habits?


The simple fact is that to a large extent nobody knows! And that’s bad for readers and writers alike.

Hence the reason for the Erotica Reader Survey, aimed at getting to the bottom of what readers of erotic stories really want and how they go about getting it. If you’re a reader of erotica, you now have the perfect opportunity to give your honest opinion on a whole host of areas relating to the writing, content and purchasing of erotic stories.

As erotic story readers, you’ll already have your own feelings about the kinds of story that turn you on – and those that don’t. You’ll have also figured out the number of characters you like in your stories, the mischief they get up to. Your favourite writers – or new ones that are crying out to reach new audiences – may not have a clue about how best to make you aware of their new releases available to you.

You’re here because you love erotic stories. So why not take 10 minutes of your time to make yourself heard?! Grab yourself a glass of wine, get comfy and put your thinking cap on. Let’s talk about smut! 

The survey is COMPLETELY ANONYMOUS – deliberately so – in order that you can be completely candid in your responses. Nothing less than total honesty will do, otherwise it’s a pointless exercise for everyone.

The survey has been designed to the same standards as a professionally commissioned research project, and key findings will be shared on this blogsite (there might even be some nice fancy charts too!). 

CLICK HERE TO BEGIN THE SURVEY (it’s on Survey Monkey, a professional and highly regarded marketing research survey and hosting site).

UPDATE OCTOBER 2013:Please note that the survey will only accept one full survey response per device (ie, laptop, smartphone, etc.  There have been some problems encountered when trying to complete the survey on smartphones,  so if you want to do the survey, it's recommended you use a more stable platform such as a desktop/laptop personal computer. 

If you’ve got any questions about the survey, then be sure to send me a Tweet and I’ll respond ASAP.

Cheers, and have a great weekend!

AB

STORY: 'Earl's Court: Making An Exhibition Of Oneself'

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STORY: "Baring All In Bayswater"

One hot, sticky summer evening. One hot, sticky couple. And some encouragement from their neighbours!

The second story in the London Lovers' Ground 'Green' collection takes us to the lively, bustling streets of Bayswater, located to the north of Hyde Park and west of Paddington station. With its cosmopolitan and international residents, there's never a dull moment!

Mia wants her last weekend in her Queensway flat to go with a bang. And Boy, does she get it! When her partying Brazilian neighbours across the street strike up the sultry samba sounds, Mia reveals some of the saucy antics she’s seen in the opposite flats. As the sultry summer evening heat and the music continues, Phil has his own idea of how they should spend their penultimate night in the flat: and it doesn’t involve their bed! Furthermore, before long they gain their very own highly appreciative audience providing encouragement each step of the way!

This 6,500 (approx.) word adult erotic story contains atmospheric oral sex (both), multi-position bump n’ grind and frenetic sex, and an ever supportive group of spectators. With all these antics, it’s less Neighbourhood Watch and more ‘Neighbourhood Crotch’!

Buy it now on Amazon!






EXCERPT:

Placing his two-thirds empty wine glass down onto the small table at his side of the sofa, he turned round to Mia and with both hands brought her even closer to his muscular frame.

As they kissed once more, Mia knew this was leading somewhere. It was more than just a cursory smooch – not that she was knocking those in the slightest. But the strength exerted by Phil as he brought her to him, coupled by the sheer intensity in which his lips clamped around hers and explored her mouth with a such sense of urgency amply supported Mia’s assertion.

Perhaps it was the balmy summer evening air, or the penetrating samba sounds from across the street. Maybe there was a simpler reason: they just couldn’t keep their hands off one another when they were together. Adding all those ingredients together however was a surefire means of igniting their most basic instincts.

The next ten minutes were a blur of ruffled hair, clasping, grabbing, oral exploration, and sexual hunger, as Mia and Phil made out. Their loosely clothed bodies were already entangled; respective arms kept each other closely entwined. Mia’s bare legs rested over Phil’s thighs as they continued their in-depth exploration using lips and wandering hands.

Aside from her bare arms which had already been kissed from finger to collarbone, Mia’s toned tummy was the first concealed area to send shockwaves to her brain as Phil’s hands worked their magic.

“I see you’re not averse to some ‘masochism’ yourself,” Phil commented, chiding and complimenting his lover in equal parts in response to her constant gentle jokes about his fitness regime. “That’s quite some abdomen.”

“Oi!” laughed Mia. “Don’t you get all fitness-freaky with me just now! Get horny instead. Those hands of your need to be further up for instance.” Phil’s hands were guided to Mia’s firm and perky breasts. Allowing herself a few seconds of sweet sensation, her eyes re-opened.

“Bravo Bellissimmo,” she purred, smiling contentedly at her partner.

Within a minute or so of Phil’s firm handling of her tits, her nipples had hardened to dramatic proportions. Phil had already had a grope when they were preparing dinner, and heartily approved of her white shoestring vest, especially when braless underneath. Now with passion and lust fully ignited, her headlights were protruding gloriously. Phil’s efforts were tremendous. They just needed something else to further amplify the pleasure vibes that were sending her giddy.

How much more of this could Mia bare? Phil’s expert handling tormented her with every passing second. Her erect buds were ready to pop as she yearned for more.

Blowing away the hairs that had fallen down onto her forehead as she felt hotter and hotter, Phil’s idea hit the mark in so many ways.

“Get on here, babe”.

As she felt Phil’s hands grab her by the waist and pull her properly onto his crotch, she hurriedly adjusted herself in order to straddle him properly.

“Mmmm…” purred Mia. “This is more like it,” as she ground down onto him.

“Yes, I should say so. We just need one final detail to attend to.”

Mia looked at him.

“Arms up, now.”

“You must be joking, the window’s open!” Mia laughed, with a mix of humour and disbelief apparent in her voice.

“Off. Now.”

Phil wasn’t hanging around. Grabbing the bottom of her white vest, he pulled it up and was already halfway over her breast before Mia realised what was going on. Boy, was he quick!

“The neighbours!”

“I don’t give a fuck about the neighbours. I’m sucking on your bare naked tits right now.” Oh how Mia loved it when he got bossy!

Nonetheless, she looked around and over her shoulder. Sure, she was fucking horny: no doubt there whatsoever. But being topless and having her tits on display, with the windows open and a bunch of randy Brazilian guys across the street who’d just love to see all this unfolding before their very eyes?

WHAT FOLLOWS? FIND OUT!

STORY: "Paddington: 'Tickets Please!'"

Just how much fun can you have in a London railway station?

The first title in the London Lovers' Ground series! 

Dan and Jane meet at Paddington on Friday evening to begin their overnight journey to Cornwall for a weekend with his parents. It’s Jane’s first time on an overnight train, and having come straight from the office, looks every inch the glamour-puss in her black heels, pencil skirt and blouse jacket. The pair are hardly on board their coach for a minute before their lust for one another begins to show.

But it’s Dan’s sudden proposal in the lounge car that has Jane both shocked and excited. Just how much bad behaviour can they get up to in their cabin, with the lights on and in front of the passersby on the platform before they pull out of the station?

This 5,800 (approx.) word adult erotic story contains oral sex (both), sex in high heels, lingerie, semi-exposed fornication, and a lot of cum and juices!  “All aboard!”

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Her train of thought left her suddenly, as Dan’s grip tightened. Turning her to her side, he slid behind her. Running his hands over her skirt, he quickly – but skilfully – unzipped her skirt as far as it would go. Coaxing the skirt over her hips, he watched in awe as it snaked down Jane’s legs before resting on the ground around her black heels.

Gently moving Jane forward to the wash basin, she was now mere inches away from the cabin window that separated her from the platform – and the people on it.

“Hold ups….very nice indeed.” Dan commended her choice of hosiery. “And as for this naughty little thing,” he pinged her knicker elastic “it’s wonderful. Especially from this angle. What do you think the people on the platform would think, Honey? Do you think they’d agree.”

“I bloody well hope so,” she laughed. “They’re La Perla. They cost me a bomb from Selfridges.”

“The effect is explosive, I’ll say that for free. Maybe you’d like to appreciate how primed I am now.”

The question was a rhetorical one, as by the time Dan had dispensed with the space between the pair and brought his crotch up behind her derriere, the outline of his hardened prick had Jane surging with sexual current.

Opening her legs even further apart, her hunger for his cock was instinctive. Reaching behind her to get a firm grip on his manhood, her attempt was blocked.

“Oh no you don’t, young lady!” Dan snapped. “Both palms on the basin, right now. And spread ‘em even further.” Jane quivered as his fingers traced the outline of her inner thighs. When they reached between the top of her legs to slide under her panties to slowly and gently tug at the strip of pubic hair, Jane’s sigh was audible.

“Oh yes,” she murmured. “Touch me. Let me feel you in there.”

“My pleasure.”

Kneeling down on the floor and slipping underneath Jane’s open legs, Dan carefully positioned himself with his back to the bottom of the wash basin. His hands reached up, running over Jane’s taut thighs. How silky smooth they were to the touch.

Each second Dan resisted himself from slipping his hand under her tanga was one too many in Jane’s book. His hands explored her thighs, her shapely ass, and her toned calves. He luxuriated in the view of her exposed heels and the black hold-ups directing his eyes upwards to her honey pot, still hidden from view.

“Enough,” begged Jane, grabbing his hand. Placing it directly over her mound she allowed no room for misinterpretation.

“Right here, right now. I can’t take any more of this.”

Looking down, she saw the hunger in Dan’s eyes. He raised his eyebrow.

“Might I suggest now might be the right time to dispense with your prize knickers?”

Jane didn’t have time to respond. With the speed of a striking cobra, his hands had already attached themselves to the elastic. Carefully lifting her leg up and across then repeating it with the other, Jane felt the hot air – or was it Dan’s warm breath – circulate around between her legs as her partner in crime carefully removed the panties from around her shoe. In the few seconds that Dan held them in his hands, their wetness didn’t go unnoticed. His cock stirred more from within his dark blue suit trousers.

Jane looked outside the window, glued to the spot. The light was on, her top half was in clear view of anyone passing by. And wearing only a black lace bra and whatever smile she was capable of putting on. Admittedly, this became harder to maintain the moment Dan’s hot lips clamped onto her clit. The effect was incendiary: her legs momentarily buckled as she gasped for air, arching her back and tilting her head to the ceiling. Anyone walking past the window was now a distant second place in her mind.

HOW DOES THE STORY END?!