BOY FUN OUT LOUD

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includes HOW MANY TIMES IS THE FIRST TIME by Chrissie Bentley

Top erotica authors are collected here to explore a whole range of scenarios and situations in which guys get up to no good with each other.

<span style=”font-weight:bold;”>EXCERPT</span>
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this,” I whispered, holding him close to me. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of a lot of things,” he smiled, his breath and then his tongue warm on one of my nipples. I stroked his hair as he closed his lips around it, then let out a small groan as he shifted slightly, and began tracing down my stomach.

He moved slowly, almost distractedly. Light kisses, soft bites, gentle nuzzles. I felt his tongue flick inside my belly button, then move sideways and linger gently on my side. His body, too, was in barely perceptible motion, shifting his weight, maneuvering around. Turning my head, I could see his prick swaying, a sheen of pre-cum catching the light from the bedside lamp. I wondered what it would taste like, but resisted the temptation. I wanted to see what he was planning, first.

Marty’s mouth was lower now, kissing my stomach, just inches away from my granite-aching cock. He showed no sign of being interested in that, though; one moment he was close enough that a simple twitch would have touched his tongue, the next he was softly biting the top of my leg. Then, as his hand gently cupped my balls, he stopped and looked up at me with an expression of unfathomable innocence. “You’re probably going to think I’m an absolute idiot, but – what do I do now?”

“Nothing… you’re doing fine,” I whispered, but he didn’t move. “No, I mean…” his hand slipped onto my shaft. “I’ve never…” Again his voice trailed away, and I suddenly understood. “Whatever you want… whatever you think will feel good – for both of us.” I racked my brain for the right words. How do you explain to someone how to suck your cock? “You put it in your mouth and….” No. I tried to play it cool. “Kiss me again like you were doing, but this time don’t cover so much ground”

“Like this?” His lips grazed my the base of my shaft, lingered for a moment, then retreated. “Yeah, but a little harder, and a little longer.”

“Like this?” Again I felt his lips there, exactly as I said; a little harder and a little longer. “That’s it. Now keep doing that for a moment. See what I taste like, use your tongue a little.” Obediently – that’s the only word for it – he began sliding his mouth gently around, occasionally touching the top of my sac, but always stopping just short of the head of my cock.

I was rock hard by now, but his hand kept my cock pressed firmly to my belly, as his tongue began to roam more freely. “Let it go, touch the tip,” I breathed, half-conscious of just how absurd those words sounded, but scarcely caring as his lips finally closed over the end. “That’s wonderful,” I sighed. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re not going to…”

“Cum? No, not yet. I’ll let you know.” Much as I would have loved to, I didn’t think Marty would appreciate a mouthful of spunk this early in his apprenticeship. But, no sooner had that thought crossed my mind than I almost lost it altogether, as his lips sunk over the tip, over the head, and half my cock disappeared inside his mouth. He held me there for a moment, withdrew and then sunk down again. From the back of his throat, I heard him moan, then gasped with amazement as he licked me again, his tongue sweeping across the top of my cock, then pausing to twirl a little, as though it was trying to burrow inside the hole, and winkle out more of the pre-cum that was now begin to flow so freely. “You like that?” His voice was dancing. “I’m glad. Because I can’t believe how delicious you are!”

His head dipped as he took half… more than half of me into his mouth, and then his movements grew more frenzied, fuck-sucking my cock as hard as he could, pausing for a breath, tossing a loose strand of hair from his face, and then taking me deeper every time. Again his cock was right in front of me, so close I could almost taste it, and so wet with his own clear juices that I could have drunk from it. It was too late to stop myself; I reached out and grasped his ass, dragged him over my face and pulled his hardness into my mouth, sucking hard even as I forced my throat to relax around him

My nose grazed his ball bag, and he gave a little groan. But nothing was going to distract his from his new-found pleasure, nothing at all. He slipped off my face with a whispered “you’ll get your turn in a moment. But I want to see what you really taste like.”

The First Time & 59 Other magic Minutes

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The Nympho Librarian and Other Stories

Eleven scalding tales of lust and love in the halls of public learning – the town library!

The sex is hot, but the librarians are hotter, as authors Chrissie Bentley and Jenny Swallows reveal the lip-smacking truth about what goes on behind (and on top of, and around as well) the bookshelves.

Includes the tales THE NYMPHO LIBRARIAN, SILENCE IN THE LIBRARY, COUSIN TOM’S FIRST BLOWJOB, CUM BREATH, THE LIBRARIAN’S CHRISTMAS STOCKING, THE STUDENT BODY, STICKY FINGERS, MY CIVIC DUTY, WATCHING THE CLOCK, THOROUGHLY MODEM MISS and CHECKING OUT.

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EXCERPT

THE LIBRARIAN’S CHRISTMAS STOCKING

Firm fingers pulled my pussy apart although it needed very little encouragement. I was wet even before his tongue lapped the pink, could feel the panties he’d dragged down sopping against my stockinged foot, and the tight fawn skirt bunched against my back and that, too, felt moist. Ridiculously, I hoped it had not stained, then feeling ridiculous, I stifled a cry out as his tongue pushed inside my folds.

He twirled it around, then looked up at me. “You like that.” It was a statement, not a question, and my hand fell to the back of his head, gentle pressure the only answer he needed. But he resisted and his eyes flashed in the harsh fluorescents that buzzed above us.

I was standing on one foot, the other braced against a bookshelf, my foot inching a far volume backwards. 891.7 – Russian literature. Not a section of the library that received many visitors, especially this close to Christmas, but the occasional voice from the far end of the room reminded me that we were not yet closed for business, and here I was with a stranger on his knees and his mouth… his mouth… he licked again and I bit my lip to keep from moaning, which was not the response he expected. Because now his tongue was flat against me as his fingers pulled me wider, long sweeps that stopped short just a wriggle from my clitoris, so that’s what I did. I wriggled a little but he was faster, rocking back on his heels and blowing instead, a sharp rush of warm air that collided with my liquid lust, and I turned my head to bite the arm that clung for support to the top of the shelf. 817 – American literature, satire and humor.

One finger inside me, then two and his mouth again, circling my clit, teasing it, teasing me. He broke again. “I like your hair like that.” It hung loose below my shoulders. “It makes you look abandoned.”

Abandoned. I could only imagine what else I looked like, my glasses pushed up to my forehead so they wouldn’t bump his face when we kissed, my blouse half unbuttoned and one bra cup twisted down and around, when his fingers grazed my nipples and his teeth bit sharp around them. My skirt round my waist, my panties on the ground and a guy two-thirds my age, with two-thirds of his hand sunk deep inside me, licking out the fantasy that he’d texted me this morning.

all i wnt 4 xmas is 2 lick a lbrns cunt

Heads Up on Going Down

It’s not published for another six months, but I have a new story, “Do You Speak French?”, appearing in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s latest anthology, Going Down… so here’s a head’s up and a chance to place an advance order at Amazon.

<span style=”font-weight:bold;”>Publication Date: May 15, 2012</span>
<span style=”font-style:italic;”>When you look back on the best sex you ever had, oral sex will be a part of the picture. Rachel Kramer Bussell, editor of the award-winning oral sex collections Tasting Him and Tasting Her is back with more lip-smackingly superb oral sex erotica for ALL with Going Down. The primal sense of taking in the essence, taste, smell and sexy up-closeness of a lover is a powerful aphrodisiac that affects one physically, mentally and emotionally. Once you have your lover in your mouth, the heat of desire, passion, and lust focus before your eyes and tie your arousal directly to them. These fictive fellatio stories, sizzling sixty-ninings, and talented tonguings will give readers lots of new ideas to try at home. In , lovers both give, receive and explore the many ways oral sex can be an act of love, tenderness, devotion or pure sexual act that lets readers revel in the emotion and sensuality of it all. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy this sexy read of explicit stories to get you hot and bothered with more than a mouthful. Giving head never read so good until now!</span>

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Soho By Spotlight

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SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT by Chrissie Bentley

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In London in the 1960s, pornography was a man’s world.

It was viewed by men, written by men, directed by men and filmed by men. If they hadn’t needed actresses to play a part on camera, it would probably have been made by men as well.

And then a woman came along, and changed that world completely.

This is her story.

The mid-1960s were the golden age of truly underground erotic film making, the last grand flowering of the trade before the progressive liberalization of the arts, the advent of new forms of technology (beginning with the VHS tape), and the mercurial success of the movie Deep Throat transformed a once deeply secretive and self-involved industry into… indeed, a mainstream industry.

Soho By Spotlight returns us to those halcyon days; to a gray and overcast landscape of dirty raincoats and secretive doormen, of darkened club rooms and menacing mobsters; and a square mile of seedy businessmen for whom sex films were made for fun as much as finance – at least by the people on either side of the camera.

It is the semi-fictional, but wholly truthful autobiography of one of the era’s most prolific film-makers – a XXX novella that could double as a confessional text book, but which pulls no punches in either direction.

A gripping adventure littered with powerful sex; a fearless expose shot through with honesty and emotion, then draped by a sheen of fragile, furtive eroticism, Soho By Spotlight tells the story of Elizabeth Clark… the eye behind the lens of some of the best-loved British porn films of the era.

Rarely more than ten minutes in length, resolutely black and white, and determinedly dirty, movies like Little Girl Lost, Tonight At Eight and The Satanists come to life in these pages. So does the world in which they were made, a world – once again – of dirty raincoats and secretive doormen, of darkened club rooms and menacing mobsters. And sex so hot that it melts the celluloid.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Soho By Spotlight is American author Chrissie Bentley’s eleventh novel, and her second work to investigate her personal love of erotic cinema – the first,”Pictures Of Lily,” can be found in the Cleis Books anthology Best Women’s Erotica 2011, edited by Violet Blue.

Bentley has been publishing erotica for close to a decade, initially via internet sites such as Ruthies Club and eroticstories.com. Her short stories have also appeared in the print anthologies The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (Robinson Books), Boy Fun, Ultimate Uniforms (both Xcite), Misbehaviour (Black Lace) and more; and in a number of e-book collections too.

She was also creator, compiler and co-editor of the Xcite anthology The Bad Girl’s Sweet Kiss (2010)

One Night Only

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Coming in January (which isn't as far away as it sounds), a new anthology from Cleis Press.
Edited by Violet Blue, and featuring a new story from Chrissie Bentley!!!!!!

LET SLEEPING DOGS COME
by Chrissie Bentley

“What’s the most common lie that a guy tells his girlfriend?” Sharon’s eyes were glittering with delight.

Mary shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“’I promise I won’t come in your mouth.’ And what’s the most common lie a girl tells him?”

“I don’t know.”

“’Good.’”

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!

Naughty Editions… 5 Minutes with Chrissie Bentley

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5 MINUTES WITH CHRISSIE BENTLEY

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Chrissie Bentley is the author of eight erotic novels and a myriad short stories, published both in print and online.  The editor of Xcite Books’ recent Bad Girl’s Sweet Kiss anthology of oral sex stories, she also appears in the recently published Best Women’s Erotica 2011.

* Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours? … Drew Barrymore

* What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?

…actually, writing is relaxing, so that’s what I do.

* What is the one era you would love to go visit and why?

… the late Victorian era; any excuse to wear a corset and bustle

* Have you ever faked sick? … who me?  Never!

* Do you believe in love at first sight? … completely and constantly

* What is your perfect pizza? … Ham and pineapple.

* Do you have a celebrity crush? … Aside from Drew Barrymore?  Jessica Harper

* If you could change your name, what would you change it to? … something

that everybody searches for on Google…

* Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one?  If not, then which one

is

closest to.  Below Blue London… erotica, time travel and the supernatural, set

in my favorite city in the world

* What character out of all your books is the closest to your personality?

All my stories are first person and at least partially autobiographical, so I’d have to say – me

* If you could make a movie of any one of your books which one would you choose and who would you cast at the h/h?

Miss America, which draws on some of my nastiest fantasies and features some of the most repulsive characters I’ve ever created.  Anne Hathaway would play me; Kyra Knightley has a role… and so do Johnny Depp, David Tennant and, oddly, Mel Gibson.  His character is nicknamed Pencil Dick.

* Who is your favorite author?

Historically, Charles Dickens and Christopher Isherwood.  Currently, Connie Willis and Jacqueline Carey.

* What is the weirdest thing a reviewer has ever said about one of your books?

Not sure it’s weird, but one review obviously mixed up the characters in my book with those from another, and more or less created a whole new story…

* What is the nicest thing a reviewer has ever said about one of your books?

I was once called the Oracle of Oral Sex… and the Bard of the Blowjob.  I was very happy with those!

* Do you have a bucket list? If so, what are 2 things on it?  Kittens and vintage erotica

* What is your favorite color besides YELLOW? I know everyone love yellow.

Red.  And black.

* Boxers or briefs?  Briefs.

* Red Pill or Blue Pill?  Oh, always the blue one.

 

Best Women’s Erotica 2011 – the reviews are coming

The first review of Best Women’s Erotica 2011 are in, and without exception they love it – of course they do!   Since it started at the turn of the century, this series has proven itself the benchmark for all erotic anthologies to aspire towards, and every year it just gets better… and I’m not only saying that because I’m in this year’s.

My own favorite stories in the collection sum up the book’s range and variety.  Giselle Renard’s “Rainbow Night” adds some vivid color to one of the modern world’s most exotic urban sex legends.  Velvet Moore‘s “Picture Me Naked” is sheer exhibitionism run riot.  Kirsty Logan’s “Sealskin” oozed mist and mystery.  Both Louisa Harte and Janine Ashbless made me crave ice cream like you wouldn’t believe.  And Alison Tyler’s “Want” is simply breathtaking, a long tease that sent me scurrying back to Amazon to pick up as many of her other writings as my beleagured holiday season credit card could withstand.  Which… thanks to the Amazon Sellers used books program… was a lot more than I expected.

 

 

A Bad Girl Interview

Hop on over to Everynight Erotica if you get the chance, to read a new interview with me… and lots more besides.

The subject, of course, is the newly published The Bad Girl’s Sweet Kiss, but we wander onto other topics too and, when you’re done reading that, the rest of the site has some amazing moments too.

Just to whet your appetites, though…

 

Interview with Chrissie BentleyBy smartypnts1 | Published: November 3, 2010

Hello Chrissie – thanks for taking the time to answer our questions.

1. What do you think makes a GREAT erotic story?

It must be believable, it must be detailed, but most of all, it must be written in such a way that you could see it happening to you – regardless of the story’s setting, historical or geographical.

2. Tell us more about “The Bad Girl’s Sweet Kiss” and what inspired this anthology.

Some of my own favorite stories to write are “first time” oral sex – partly, as I say in the introduction, because I think it is just as important a cherry-popping as the more traditional one, but also because it’s fun.  I was just wondering one day whether other people felt the same way about it, so I put out the call and was delighted to discover that the answer was yes.”

3. Do you have a favourite story within the anthology?

That’s a tricky one – they’re all favorites in a way, otherwise I wouldn’t have included them.  But the ones I direct people to first are the poems; we have two poets included in the book, Jenny Swallows and BL Morticia, and they both have very different approaches to verse… in fact, if Jenny reads this, she’ll kill me for even calling her a poet.  But between them, they remind us of the sheer power of the simplest words and sentiments, and just how important they are in this field.

4. Who, in your mind, is begging to be written next? Tell us more about what we can expect to come from Chrissie Bentley?

I have a story appearing in the upcoming (2011) edition of Best Women’s Erotica, which I’m absolutely thrilled about.  I’m also putting the finishing touches to what could be called a semi-fictional biography of a woman who was working in the blue movies industry in London in the mid-late 1960s, which has been fascinating, both to write and to research.  The porn film industry as we know it was very much in its infancy at that time, but there is a beauty and dignity to those short little black-and-white movies that modern film simply cannot approach.

 5. Do you have a routine or ritual that you do to keep motivated to continue writing?

No, apart from not worrying about it if a few months pass between writing stories… I know there’ll be another one along sooner or later.

6. What is your favourite sexual position?

Tee-hee… guess!

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Best Women’s Erotica 2011

First, can I just say that I am thrilled beyond words by the inclusion of my story “Pictures Of Lilly” in the newly published Women’s Best Erotica 2011, edited by Violet Blue and including the series’ usual round-up of the finest female erotica writers around…

One of whom is me!

The story of four teenaged girls who find their way, week after week, into the confines of a rather “exclusive” movie house, “Pictures Of Lilly” is also a slice of personal autobiography about that moment when fantasy and longing is suddenly confronted with the reality of a sex act that I’d been dreaming about since I first heard about it.  Shot through with my love for what I believe remains the greatest porn film ever made, the immortal Sexorcist Devils.

Eighteen stories pack this book to bursting, eighteen authors with some amazing tales to tell.  You can buy your copy from all the usual places… Amazon among them, of course… and… did I mention that I’m thrilled beyond words?