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Free Erotica - A Leading Conversation by Kay Jaybee

Free Erotica - A Leading Conversation by Kay Jaybee - Sh! Women's Store

Today is International Women’s Day, and we’re celebrating with a hot Free Erotic Friday treat from one of the sassiest women we know, Kay Jaybee!

Kay is a regular reader at our erotic book evenings, here at Sh! and we always look forward to her visits (no surprise ~ last time one of her guests turned up with chocolate cake!), and we’re delighted to announce she will be here in person on Saturday 20th April along with KD Grace for a fantastically saucy DOUBLE BOOK LAUNCH!

Frequently referred to as the ‘Queen of Kink’ and the ‘Mistress of BDSM’ Kay is the author of the Fem Dom novels, Making Him Wait and The Perfect Submissive, the threesome BDSM romance The Voyeur, and the erotic novella romances, A Sticky Situation and Digging Deep for the Xcite Secret Library. Kay has also written the erotic anthologies, Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, Yes Ma’am, Quick Kink One, Quick Kink Two, and The Best of Kay Jaybee:

The Best of Kay Jaybee

Fourteen of the very best erotic tales of dominance, submission, bondage, and romantic lust, are delivered with lashings of kink from the pen of Kay Jaybee. From the sexual adventures recalled by a woman as she stares at her favourite shirt, to a deliciously dirty orgy on a bed of cardboard boxes, the after-hours education of a rookie soldier, and the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist, each story shows why Kay Jaybee has been hailed as ‘a master of the craft of erotica’ (Oysters and Chocolate). As a girl writes messages of lust on the body of her best friend’s lover, and a mistress’s employment of ropes and chains on her slave co-insides with the application of emulsion, we discover just how Kay has earned her reputation for producing ‘super-heated kinky stories,’ (Kd Grace), which are ‘a sublime pleasure to read’ (Violet Blue).

Here’s one of those 14 stories for you! Enjoy!

A Leading Conversation

‘What would you do next?’ Faye’s voice had lost the cool indifference she’d been determined to maintain. ‘After you’d stripped me?’

‘Well, obviously I’d bend you over and spank you – hard.’

‘Really? What with?’

‘My belt.’

‘Your leather one? About an inch thick?’ Faye could picture it clearly; faded, worn and brown, with a twisted knot pattern inlaid through its length. She shivered at the mere thought of it.

‘That’s the one.’

‘What am I bent over?’

Sean was silent for a while and Faye could faintly hear movement around him. It hadn’t occurred to her that this call was being made in public. She broke through his concentration, her tone husky and urgent, ‘Where are you anyway?’

‘I’m in a deserted waiting room on Banbury Station – and you, for the purposes of a much deserved spanking, are bent over the foot of your bed. Plus, I’ve just decided I will tie your wrists together in front of you.’

Despite the two mugs of coffee she’d recently downed, Faye’s mouth felt dry. She couldn’t believe how assertive Sean sounded, particularly as anyone could walk in on him at any moment. She wasn’t even sure how this conversation had started. He’d been in an odd mood he’d said, sort of horny with nowhere to go and no one to shag, and for a reason Faye didn’t understand, she had asked him what he’d like to do if he could. Sean hadn’t even hesitated before blurting out that he’d like to see her naked.

From her oldest friend’s rather startling confession only five minutes ago, they’d somehow got to Faye being naked, semi-bound with her arse in the air, awaiting the first stroke of his belt.

Her mind raced; was he just messing around? Would he end this with a laugh, and leave her feeling silly and privately humiliated for taking him literally? Or could he actually be serious, could he really want to do this to her?

‘Faye, are you still there?’ Sean’s voice interrupted her violently flickering thoughts, simultaneously reassuring Faye that he was serious, yet making her wonder if he was regretting sharing his fantasy.

‘I’m here.’ She licked her lips, abandoning any lingering ideas about remaining aloof. ‘What happens next?’

‘I hit you. The leather makes a fantastic cracking sound as it connects with your skin, and the belt leaves a pretty pink patch on your flesh. I love it, so I do it again.’

For the first time, Faye noticed that Sean’s breathing had become shallow and felt further reassured. She began to chew her bottom lip as she asked, ‘Am I crying out?’

‘Yes, but I don’t want you to, so I’ve paused in my work to fetch a gag.’

‘A scarf?’

‘I have a ball gag.’

Faye’s heartbeat quickened at the confession, and she couldn’t keep the surprise from her voice, ‘You do?’

She was learning an awful lot this morning about this man she thought she’d known so well. This was a new Sean, an attractive stranger who had very grown-up sex toys. She would never have associated him with anything like that before now. ‘May I still ask questions – now that I am gagged, so to speak?’

Sean went quiet again and Faye could faintly hear the echoing squeak of a train’s arrival being announced over a tannoy. As the noise died away, he said, ‘No. I think you should just listen to me for a while.’

Faye almost said ‘OK’ but stopped herself. After all, Sean had already metaphorically silenced her. She wiped her palms on her jeans and looked around her while she waited for him to speak again. She tried to take in the view before her; the park, the trees, the ducks on the pond, but all she was conscious of was a desperate need to hear Sean’s voice again. A new need, that during all the years of knowing him, she had never even considered as a possibility. Now though, as she sat on the dew-dampened bench, Faye felt her nipples stiffen and push at the insides of her white cotton bra, aware that her matching panties were getting stickier with every moment.

At last he continued, ‘I’m still hitting you.’ Sean’s voice was deeper now, more intense. ‘Your body is flinching with each blow as I build up an attractive criss-cross pattern of marks on your buttocks.

‘After ten strokes I come around to examine your face. There are tears at the corners of your wide blue eyes, and the gag is dotted with dribble. You look at me pleadingly, your face partially obscured by your blonde hair, but I’m convinced you don’t want me to stop. You want more.’

Faye closed her eyes and gripped her mobile phone harder, blanking out everything but the sound of his gravelly voice, and the rapid pounding of her pulse.

‘I strip off really quickly, so you can see how hard I am, how much I want you. Then I go back to your arse and smack you some more, but with my hand this time.’

Faye was grateful she wasn’t allowed to talk. What would she say anyway? Behind her closed eyelids the picture was so clear. She could see Sean, naked and powerful, his six-foot frame towering over her shorter, prone body. His cropped ginger hair, spiked with a little too much gel, the Celtic cross tattoo flexing on his forearm as he raised it to smack her ...

Her backside felt bruised against the wooden bench, as if some of the described blows had really been inflicted, or perhaps in anticipation of the fact that one day, they might be.

Sean interrupted Faye’s superbly painful, erotic imaginings. ‘I’ve stopped now. I’m pulling you to your feet. I have to hold you steady for a moment because all the blood has rushed to your head.

‘I’m staring at your chest. It’s perfect. Your nipples are hard. I inhale one into my mouth, and roll my tongue between the slightly rough areola and your soft tits.’

Faye let out a moan; she couldn’t help it, her breasts had begun to physically ache from neglect.

‘You like that, I can tell. I like it too, but I don’t want to rush things. Ten years I’ve waited for this, and I don’t want it to end yet.’

Sean’s tone cracked and faltered. Faye guessed he was trying to gather himself before he carried on. She wondered if his dick was hard, trapped, a prisoner against his jeans, just as her own clit was throbbing helplessly inside her own denims.

She could hear her friend take a lungful of air before he continued, ‘I undo the gag and kiss you. Fiercely, properly, for the first time since this began. You kneel, and take my cock in your mouth. Fuck it’s good. Too good, and I ...’

A loud rushing sound drowned out Sean’s voice. Faye could have wept. She wanted to ask what she’d missed him say as the train shot by, but Sean was in full flow, caught up in the physically unfelt touch of his vision. As the noise subsided, Faye realised that, in those few vital seconds, things had moved on quickly.

‘... it’s so hard to decide. I want to do everything at once; I want it to be perfect. So, in the end, I hedge my bets.’

Faye almost yelled out, ‘What’s so hard to decide?’ but just at that moment a group of tourists wandered past her bench, and she bit back her query and simply listened.

‘I undo your wrists and position you on your hands and knees. Then I select a small butt-plug from my collection and slowly insert it in your bruised arse. You groan, but it’s obvious that the feeling is good.’

Faye visibly quivered. She did like that; she’d always liked her butt being filled, but how on earth did Sean know?

Sean’s speech was becoming more hurried all the time, and Faye leant forward, tense, straining to make sure she didn’t miss anything else he said. ‘Then I take a pocket vibrator and place it over your clit. Your whole body starts to jump and, seeing you like that, so turned on, so ready for me, I can’t deny you. I push into you, keeping the vibrator in place with one hand, and supporting myself with the other.

‘I can’t describe how it feels, you’re so tight, and bloody hell ...’ Sean stopped, his hoarse voice dropping to a whisper, ‘I’d like to be able to though, describe it properly I mean.’

Faye couldn’t speak, her whole body felt taut, robbed. She desperately wanted him to describe it, to make up what happened next. She’d been so close to coming, as she perched on the bench, in the middle of a public park, simply listening to her oldest friend’s voice.

‘Faye?’ Sean spoke softly, sounding concerned, his self-confidence temporarily shaken. ‘Are you still there?’

She gulped, fighting back tears, and the feeling that she’d been deliberately left hanging, her cry of ‘Sean?’ sounding like a plea.

‘My train is coming, I can see it approaching. I’ll probably lose the signal soon. I’ll have to go, I ...’

‘Sean?’ Faye felt anticlimax sweep across her.


‘Where is the train heading?’

‘To you.’

Faye let out a pent-up breath, such was the sexual static buzzing down the phone line; she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding it in. ‘I’ll be at home. The front door will be unlocked.’

Sean was walking now. Faye could hear the changes to the atmosphere around him as he left the waiting room, crossed the station, and entered the quiet hum of the train carriage. Determined assurance had returned to his voice, as if he felt vindicated at his decision to tell her how he felt. ‘I want to find you in the bedroom.’

‘Clothed or naked?’ A passerby raised an eyebrow at Faye as she stood up and moved away from the bench.

‘Just underwear.’

‘When do you arrive?’

‘In about three hours.’

‘That’s an eternity!’

‘It is with a hard-on like mine!’

Faye laughed, some of the tension draining out of her as she headed home. ‘Don’t worry; I’ll see to that, just you wait.’ A thrill of expectation rippled down Faye’s spine as she heard Sean muffle a moan of frustration, giving her the nerve to say, ‘I would never have associated you with those special toys you mentioned, I don’t suppose you have any of them with you?’

Faye could visualise the twinkle in his familiar green eyes, and the mischievous smile on Sean’s face as he replied, ‘Actually, I have packed with immense care, covering every eventuality. Oh, yes, and just so you know, I’m wearing my leather belt as well ...’


Want more? Of course you do! The Best of Kay Jaybee is available as an e-book from AmazonUK and Amazon US

If you want details of *all* Kay's stories, and want to find out what mischief she gets up to in between cups of black coffee, you can follow her on

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