Delivering Christmas with Kay Jaybee @kay_jaybee

I’m so happy to welcome the very lovely Kay Jaybee today. She doesn’t need much of an introduction but I’m going to do one anyway!

She is the winner of the ETO Best Erotica Writer Award 2015, the author of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy plus many more wonderful books, she’s a member of the Brit Babes and has been a great support to me over this past year. Successful authors don’t need to bother with new wannabe writers but Kay has always been generous with her time and words of support and for that I am truly grateful.

Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff! Hot, sexy Christmas stories – I’m in!!

PS I’ve already read Not Her Type and it is steamy hot, people! Now I’m off to get Christmas Kink 🙂

Take it away Kay….

Young couple, isolated on grey background

Delivering Christmas

Ever since I started to write erotica eleven years ago, I have written an annual Christmas story. When the much missed Oysters and Chocolate erotica site was alive and kicking, I provided the festive tale each and every year- and I just loved writing them. So much so, that not only did I pen them a short tale every December, but I also set my novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (available as an eBook or paperback) at Christmas time.

Blurb-

When Jenny’s regular delivery man, John, reveals that she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head-swimming romp later and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again – and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend it didn’t happen?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There’s only one problem: John really isn’t Jenny’s type. For one thing, he’s a man…

Here’s a seasonal taster from Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man…

A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny towards the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.

Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, ‘Last minute wrapping?’

‘A few bits for the neighbour’s kids.’ She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her. ‘My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.’

‘That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.’

She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.

‘Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?’

Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms were pinned to her sides and her legs were clamped together, as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.

Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure-hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them… do whatever he wanted with them.

John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.

He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.

Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination; his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.

Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland towards her.

Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric. ‘I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.’

Wide-eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.

Mewling into the purple darkness and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head.

Then his hands came to her elbows. ‘You look incredible. Are you okay?’

She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.

‘Good girl. You remembered not to talk,’ John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, ‘You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.’

As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.

The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed more freely, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.

‘What a hot little bad girl you are.’

Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap…

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If you want to know what happened next- or indeed, before John and Jenny got to spend Christmas Eve grappling wrapping paper, then you can buy Not Her Type in paperback or as an eBook from all good retailers, including…

Amazon UK | Amazon US 

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I had so much fun with this delivery man novella, that I decided to write an anthology of short Christmas stories. Originally out two years ago, this year I decided to update Christmas Kink with a hot new cover, and a fresh tale for 2015.

Lady in red skirt undressing

Blurb-

What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the expected presents?
Complete with a brand new story for 2015, Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into six individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…

Romantic and steamy, with a touch of S&M, a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really), pony play, a little red dress, a kinky fairy, well placed decorations, and a woodland orgy, – I think I’ve added a little festive kink into this anthology for everyone…

Amazon US | Amazon UK

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Many thanks for letting me pop by today Rebecca. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas, and has as much fun reading festive stories as I have writing them.

Merry Christmas to you all!!

Kay xx

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Kay on sofa

Bio:

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012).

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk  

You can follow Kay on:

Twitter | Facebook 

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