Sexy Tattoo Erotica Inked – Edited by Anna Sky

Erotica Anthology

Tattoos are intimate and personal, yet can hide as much as they reveal…

This superb collection of sexy tattoo erotica will have you squirming in your seat! Inked contains first tattoos in Company Ink and first times in Scissoring. An intrepid ink artist crosses galaxies to save mankind in The Voron-Kali Emperor’s New Clothes whilst closer to home, a sub make a lifetime promise to her Master in Commitment.

In Venomous Ink, a vibrant tattoo shows there’s much more than meets the eye whilst an art student longs to ink the object of her desire with her permanent markers, in Sign Your Name. An uptight commuter finds herself attracted to her polar opposite in Uncovering Heather, while the ultimate Dom looks to get what he deserves in Her Midnight Roses.

And in Nine Lives, a top tattoo artist has never forgotten one particular customer and when they reconnect, she discovers he has new ink for each new life.

Inked contains nine sexy and provocative stories from Gregory L. Norris, Annabeth Leong, Victoria Blisse, Zak Jane Keir, Harley Easton, Jillian Boyd, Alain Bell, Lilya Loring and Katya Harris.


Inked – Sexy Tattoo Erotica

sexy tattoo eroticaEdited by Anna Sky
Published by SexyLittlePages

£6.99, Paperback
12.7 x 1.1 x 20.3 cm


Sexy Little Pages is a sex-positive publishing venture supporting and promoting erotica authors and editors. As a society we’re ashamed of sex and sexuality but we should celebrate it. Sex is an integral part of life, whether it’s fun, filthy, flirtatious, unfulfilling, an escape from reality or something else entirely. Our needs, expectations and fantasies are all different so we aim to publish for everybody and every body, across the whole delicious spectrum of gender, ability, and desires.

Inked is a great collection of erotica, with nine stories there is sure to be something to please anyone. I especially enjoyed Her Midnight Roses by Zak Jane Kier. You can find an excerpt below:

Her Midnight Roses

Mac hefted the new, vicious flogger with the knotted rubber tails and brought it down with a splashy crack on the arse of the woman he’d bent over the whipping bench. She yelped, then giggled, so he tried to make the next stroke harder and the third one harder than that. He liked screams, not giggles. The woman, a dumpy blonde whose name he’d already forgotten, let out a yelp that sounded a bit more like she was feeling it, and he swung again. The music playing in the background was some shitty grime or urban or whatever the fuck they called it, and it was putting him off, interfering with his ability to find his natural rhythm. He stepped back for a moment, shaking out the tails of the whip and glancing from side to side, wondering how much of an audience he had. There were a few men standing around and he got the impression they were watching him appreciatively, but he supposed they might have been just as enthralled by the blonde woman’s naked backside, now bearing the marks of his skill. She had good skin, he’d say that for her, even if she was overweight.

He laid on the flogger again, delivering a succession of blows fairly quickly, not particularly inclined to take his time over it. She’d been easy enough to pick up: too easy, really. She was probably desperate, and while he didn’t mind a bit of desperation in a woman, he didn’t see the need to use the likes of this one for any more than a quick warm up. There were plenty of other women in the place, and bound to be one or two who were sevens or higher while this one, even with her nice smooth skin, was never going to rate above a five. He didn’t think he could even be bothered to make her suck him off once he’d finished flogging her.



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Intimate Torment Fetlife Giveaway

Intimate Torment

My fabulous sponsor, Intimate Torment, are currently running an excellent Fetlife Giveaway. I’ll tell you more about that  a minute but first I’d like to tell you a little bit about them.

fetlife giveawayThey were founded in 2013 as a small stall at BDSM and Fetish events, their aim was to offer a range of products to suit everyone’s pocket.

Not much has changed, they still offer products to suit everyone’s budget but have grown quickly. They now have a shop in Swindon, an online store, and still do the events; regularly attending Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar (BBB) and SWAMP in Bristol every month. They also do The Alternative and Burlesque Fairs in Bristol and Birmingham, plus Manchester and Portsmouth in 2016.

The mantra at Intimate Torment is to make products affordable, whether it’s behind closed doors or in a lifestyle club.  From Fifty Shades of Grey giving you an idea for a fun game with your partner or for those who are a part of the BDSM or Lifestyle community, we have products to suit everyone and their budget.

Fetlife Giveaway

fetlife giveawayAs Captain America Civil War is about to be released  Intimate Torment are giving away a (totally not Marvel) Super Hung Heros Captain Cock from the Super Hung Heros range.

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Girl On The Net – How A Bad Girl Fell In Love – Giveaway

Girl On The Net

How A Bad Girl Fell In Love

On Thursday I celebrated the launch of Girl on the Net‘s new book, How a Bad Girl Fell in Love with a glowing review, which you can read here.

How a Bad Girl Fell in Love is part confessional, part drunken-rant-on-the-bus from the writer of one of the UK’s most popular sex blogs. Below is an excerpt, which I had to pick at random because actually choosing a quote was just too hard.


how a bad girl fell in love

When I told Mark about the sex blog, he was far more chilled than Adam. Perhaps because it was still early days: we hadn’t yet had the kind of sex he’d be nervous to tell his friends about. While he’d have loved the idea of calling me his girlfriend, he knew that’d mean a pretty swift separation without even a goodbye blow job. I was just a girl he liked, who met up with him twice a week or so, then rubbed against him in the hallway of his flat until one or both of us made a come face. We were new, casual, and definitely not significant. So, as with so much else in life, laid-back Mark made the sex blog chat simple:
“I’m going to write about sex on the internet. Can I write about what we do?”
“Of course. Let’s do it again now, though, just so it’s fresh in your mind.”
Afterwards, when we were sweaty and knackered and definitely not hugging, he sat up with a jolt, lips twitching like he’d just thought of a killer joke:
“I don’t have to actually read it, do I?”



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Rachel Kramer Bussell – Come Again – Giveaway


Earlier this week I reviewed Rachel Kramer Bussels’ Come Again. I now have an excerpt to share with you, and thanks to Cleis Press I have a giveaway in which you can win a copy of your own.

Come Again

Come Again

Excerpt from Sex Kitten by Erica Liekos, part of the anthology Come Again edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel:

At home, Allegra gazed with reverence at her new purchase. The tail itself was sixteen inches long, brown struck through with black accents and a white tip. It swished. There had been thicker and fluffier tails, longer ones, and ones with more dramatic coloring, but this one moved exactly the way she thought a tail should move: languorous, flirtatious, playful. The small clasp that had once held the tail on a display wire was now clipped into the loop set in the base of the tail’s accompanying glass plug. It was beautiful enough to leave out, Allegra thought…if it could ever be appropriate to have a fox-tail butt plug as home decor.

She checked the time—James was supposed to get out of his last meeting of the day in only twenty minutes. She emailed to tell him she had a surprise for him when he got home, then spent the next hour furiously working her way through her closet and dresser for the perfect accompaniments to her tail. Push-up bra, no panties. High heels. Her basic black leather collar. (Why, she wondered, had she never before thought of getting a bell to hang from the front? So obvious.) Choosing a dress took longer, as she insisted on precisely the right hem length to show off as

much tail as possible and have it appear as though it were an utterly natural part of her body. By the time James’s key clicked into the lock of their front door, Allegra was quite sure that she could hold her own against any of the sexy cat-girls she’d seen in Japanese animation.

She walked toward her Sir, the sway of her hips deliberately calculated for maximum tail action. The tip of her tail wrapped around the outside of one leg with each step before flicking across to the other side. She twirled for her owner, did a full-on wag for his benefit, then faced forward to take in his reaction.

“I thought,” James said slowly, putting down his briefcase, “that we agreed you wouldn’t buy any more toys without discussing them with me first.”

Allegra froze. She had, in fact, agreed to this rule after an unannounced shopping spree two months earlier. (“Pet, you cannot possibly need the same bullet vibrator in five different colors.”

“They’re not the same; look, each one has a different tip.”

“Oh, please. You bought the whole set just because you thought they were pretty.”

“…and that’s bad?”)

James hadn’t actually said no to any of her proposed purchases since then, but of course the probability of him approving the purchase didn’t change the penalty for failing to ask. The problem was that Allegra hadn’t thought the tail was a toy.

She realized a case could be made that the tail was part of a costume and therefore fell into the unrestricted purchasing category of clothing. But the tail didn’t seem like a costume to her any more than it felt like a toy. It didn’t feel so inconsequential. It felt real. From the moment she realized that a fur tail plug was something she could have, not just a plush clip-on but something she could have inside her, a part of her body to swish and stroke and curl around her feet…it didn’t feel optional.

She briefly considered apologizing, then decided against it. She wasn’t a puppy, after all. She liked curling up at James’s feet, but she was also the type to stretch a limb across his newspaper or keyboard, casually encroaching on whatever space was most central to his needs. She liked biting and scratching instead of talking to get his attention. Some owners have submissives, shethought, and some have slaves. You, Sir, have yourself a cat. Iwant to rub up against you, pretending your focus isn’t somewhereelse. I want to demand you keep a hand free to strokeme, oblivious to your other obligations. I want to sleep in asunbeam and stretch half the day, wander the house insolently,then settle in to find you’ve made me dinner. I have opinions.I’m the pet who owns you back.

“My tail,” she said pleasantly, “is not a toy.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Really.”

Allegra pivoted slightly to give him her profile once again. “Fur,” she said. “Like hair. You don’t make me ask permission before getting my hair cut, do you?”

“Not currently,” James replied. “But now I’m thinking about it.”

Allegra smiled, baring her teeth, and hissed at him. Then she wiggled her butt.

He sighed. “Oh, dear. What are we going to do with you?”

She batted her eyes, faux innocently.

“And after the day I’ve had…” James crooked his finger at Allegra, and she followed him to the couch, where he told her to kneel. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, sat, wrapped his hand carefully in her hair, then hauled her over his lap. With his other hand he flipped up her dress. The cool air swept over her ass, and she shivered. His free hand traced her jawline, then scratched her gently behind her right ear.

“What a dirty little kitten you are,” James murmured. His right hand now ran up and down the length of her body. She arched gently under his touch. Cats, she thought, always comewhen you call them…as long as they were planning to come toyou anyway.


The giveaway for a copy of Come Again is now closed and the winner was Marie Rebelle from Rebel Notes. Please note competition only accounts and people who are ‘taking advantage’ will be disqualified.

The Big Book of Bondage by @AlisonTyler – Giveaway


Earlier this week I reviewed Alison Tyler’s The Big Book of Bondage, and now I have an excerpt to share with you, and thanks to Cleis Press I have a giveaway in which you can win a copy of your own.

Big Book of Bondage

The Big Book of Bondage

Excerpt from Burned by Alison Tyler, part of the anthology The Big Book of Bondage edited by Alison Tyler:

There was music in the clink of my overall buckles when he undid each one. There was a gentlemanly quality in the way he helped undo the knots on my Docs, the way he pulled off every scrap of my clothing before spreading me out on the floor. But there was brutality in the way he fucked me, and I thought, I could get used to this.

I wonder if it’s the fact that I didn’t act as if I wasn’t good enough that turned him on. I mean, since that afternoon I’ve witnessed the power of Rick’s appearance on other people. He makes them stammer. Stutter. Forget their own goddamn names. But I’ve been painting pretty people all my life. I am not wired in that way. I mean, I wasn’t. Yeah, Rick made my panties wet. But maybe it had something more to do with the way he touched me, the way he seemed to understand how my thoughts clicked together, more than the fact that he could have bench-pressed three of me if he tried.

Okay, so where does Jenny come into all this?
 Well, not at the start. There were two years at the beginning when Rick and I ate and drank and devoured each other. When my man came home for lunch simply to fuck me against the wall, forgoing food in favor of my pussy, or for the flavor of my pussy.

And then one day Jenny showed up. A girl with a black heart. Rick had never been too concerned with the fact that I was bi. He knew I wasn’t going to cheat on him or leave him for another woman or another man. We were rock solid like that. He worked at his job all day while I painted. He fucked me every free second he had. He knew I wouldn’t leave him just because he didn’t have a pussy. “Bi” in my world simply means that I’ve been with men and I’ve been with women. Before Rick there was Jenny. Before Jenny was Max. I go with my heart. I don’t care what parts you have as long as they connect with mine.
Jenny showed up the way she always showed up. She came slithering under the doorjamb, appearing in a puff of smoke. Fire-breathers have all sorts of tricks like that. When I returned from a run, Jenny was there on my sofa, curled up in the corner as if she’d been there all along, as if she’d never left. Except we hadn’t lived here together. She’d had to look long and hard to find me.


The giveaway to win a copy of The Big Book of Bondage will be open for a week and then a winner will be picked. Please note competition only accounts and people who are ‘taking advantage’ will be disqualified.

Giveaway is now closed. Winner has been selected. Congratulations to @Becksandherkinks