Rants, Raves and Reflections

Hello sexy readers! 

So it’s been nearly two weeks since first gracing Amazon with my presence and offering my smut for sale. And even in this short period of time, it’s been an interesting ride!

So, here’s the skinny. The first five London erotica stories set in research agency ‘Crash! Bang! Wallop!’ were unleashed. Tales of viewing room sex, phone sex, hotel hedonism, sexual revenge, and in-flight frolics are all available for your reading pleasure. And of course hopefully another sort of pleasure afterwards!

Then a few days ago, the first three stories in the London Lovers’ Ground (LLG) series were added: Paddington, Bayswater and Earl’s Court. All colour-coded green…can you guess the common theme running through each of them?! It’s early days – with everything in honesty – but the plan (and we all know what happens to plans!) is for the next three LLG books to be written and released in the next two weeks. Can you guess the associated theme when they’re released? This could become quite a fun game over the coming months!

So what’s next? With the current books all available on Amazon, it’s now time to do the same on Smashwords. Having downloaded their style guide last night, I guess that’s today’s reading sorted out. I’m reckoning on this taking up the majority of the week. I’m in London on Monday (tomorrow, yay!) for a couple of meetings, and Windsor on Tuesday for a couple of hours, but for the rest of the week I’ll be at the desk Smashword-ing. So for everyone who doesn’t have a Kindle or one of their smartphone apps, don’t worry. My smutty stories will be available for other sorts or even ‘just’ your PC or Mac. And this will be the case going forward: all titles will be available on both platforms. At the very beginning, it just made more sense to me to focus on one distribution system at a time. That way, I'd become proficient in this in the shortest time possible.

With this being a full-time vocation with all the associated professionalism required, I’m in this for the long game. The one thing I can’t afford to do is get burned out. It’s not a sprint, afterall. I’m in this for the long haul, and looking at realistic, stable growth over the coming months and years that keeps the wolves at bay and food on the table (and yes, indulge in some things too; hard work should always be rewarded!). Therefore, the writing and publishing/promoting sequence already being adopted should hopefully keep me in good stead: write 2-3 LLG books over 10-14 days, then a subsequent week of publishing, promoting, blogging, Tweeting and all sorts. A change is as good as a rest. And of course, thinking about the next bunch of titles. We’ll see how it goes. The week or so away from writing per se, should be beneficial. Speaking just now, it certainly has, as I can’t wait to get back to writing once I’ve finished with the Smashwording!

To everyone that’s offered help or inspiration (whether they know about it or not!) over the past few months, I say a big ‘thank you’. Keep your comments, observations, etc coming either on here or Twitter (@Bryant_erotica). If you want to keep updated on what’s going on don’t forget to submit to my email alerts as well: whenever a new blog post is published, you’ll get pinged accordingly.

A blog shouldn’t just be about news releases and product postings. Yes, it’s for that too, but it’s also about engagement and reflecting on life’s trials and tribulations. Oh and given the business we’re in…TITilations too!  I’ll see you again next Sunday for some more of the same.

Be sexy but be safe!

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’!

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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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EXCERPT:


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?!

NEWS RELEASE: Research Gets Sexy...and there's no clipboard in sight!

The marketing research world may never be seen in the same light again, as a new series of explicit erotic short stories blows away the cobwebs of the industry viewed by many as dowdy and boring. 

Set in the fictitious central London research agency ‘Crash! Bang! Wallop!’, the short stories written by Amelia Bryant are already available online at Amazon with a steady stream of releases planned throughout 2013. Bryant is confident that the series is not only going to be a hit among erotica readers in general but also in the market research community itself. 

“The marketing research industry is – unfairly in my opinion – often viewed as being the shy, boring sister when compared with the more glamorous worlds of advertising or PR,” before adding, “and it’s complete rubbish. The research world is full of bright, energetic, colourful and sexy people and this is certainly reflected in my characters.” 

As well as ‘sex-ing up’ the research industry and removing a few misconceptions, Bryant is also stamping her mark on the erotic story market in other ways. Her book covers are devoid of the scantily-clad women and gauche lettering found on most erotica e-books. Bryant’s decision was entirely marketing-led. 

“Anyone searching for erotica online is immediately confronted with thumbnails of semi-naked women and garish fonts. Erotica readers are more concerned with content. Did anyone chastise E.L. James or her publisher for the conspicuous absence of naked bodies on the ‘Fifty Shades…’ covers?” 

There is also another reason: privacy. Whilst smartphones, tablets and dedicated e-readers all allow for more private reading – often on the daily commute into work – any sense of privacy is quickly lost if the person sitting alongside sees the garish cover on an HD device featuring the semi-nude figure and explicit title.

Applying her own marketing expertise to her books, Bryant also recognises the need for consistent branding and identity; again, something of a rarity in the independent erotica writing market. 

“For the Crash! Bang! Wallop! series there is a recognisable and consistent cover design which prominently stands out when compared with other titles. If nearly everyone is doing one thing to varying degrees of success, the easiest way to make an impact is doing the exact opposite. I’ve achieved that and it gives CBW as a fictitious agency its own identity too.” 

With a distinct identity forged and her books full of raunchy characters, driving plots and red-hot sex, Bryant is well-placed to achieve her objective of putting London-based erotica on the map.

ABOUT AMELIA BRYANT

Amelia Bryant is an erotica author with an eye for detail and a mind for filth! With a penchant for red hot antics together with the plots to make them complete, her stories are crammed full of x-rated encounters featuring passionate characters who come to life (and orgasm!) along with punchy and realistic dialogue.
With London always in the global spotlight - especially after 2012 – Amelia is determined to establish London as the sexiest city in the world through her plots and characters. There’s the 'Crash! Bang! Wallop!' series, set inside London's sexiest marketing research agency. Then there's the ‘London Lovers’ Ground’ - a whole series of location-inspired erotic stories set amongst the capital's neighbourhoods. Whether you stayed there, or commute to a particular locale each day, watch out: maybe YOUR area's included!    

Crash! Bang! Wallop! titles already available on Amazon are:-

Mirror Mirror   When CBW (Crash! Bang! Wallop!) Director John is stuck inside the focus group viewing room for several hours evaluating junior researchers through the two-way mirror, the least he expects is for studio manager Zoe to enter and begin a teasing, flirtatious game which can end in only one way. But will they finish what they’ve started before the group they’re watching does?

Hi-Jinks In Hull   When CBW qualitative researcher Katherine has to travel up from London to Hull to run a focus group on sex toys, she ensures that she doesn’t spend the evening in her hotel room alone. From bad behaviour online with her potential partners through to the subsequent hotel room hedonism, Katherine’s one girl who knows what she’s looking for, and knows how to get it.

Dirty Caller   When CBW telephone interviewer Tanya is beginning her last interview of the evening, she realises that her male respondent on the other end of the line has her on his mind rather than the survey questions. What begins as a normal telephone interview quickly becomes a full-blown erotic episode leaving their imaginations full and other parts completely emptied!

Melissa: Flight of Fantasy   When American researcher Melissa Armstrong is recruited to head up CBW’s future New York office, she heads over to London for her first year with the company. And it’s not long before this feisty go-getter shows what she’s capable of when it comes to taking things – or rather men – by the balls. And that’s before she’s even touched down on British soil!

Stuck At A Desk, Part 1  When CBW researcher Craig grows increasingly frustrated with his bullying and jealous boss, he exacts his revenge in a rather unique fashion as he spends his evenings alone in the office. But things take an unforeseen turn when Craig is spotted carrying out his scheme. With his career potentially hanging in the balance, he realises that help can come from the most unsuspecting people. Who is his new partner in crime, and what will they both do to see the job through?

Are you a Self-Inserter?

Now there's a conversation starter!

Am I waxing lyrical about the joys of self-abuse with fingers, hands, cucumbers, or a good old-fashioned eight inch dildo?  Most times, the answer would be yes.

However, this time I'm not. So you can either relax a little and breathe out, or I suppose you can feel a bit deflated. If the latter, then of course there's a simple solution: buy my stories! Simples.

Nope, what I'm asking is something that comes ("Oh stop sniggering at the back, Perkins!") up again and again in smut-story world. Namely: how much physical details should be included in erotica stories? Should there be lush descriptions of the protagonists? 
What about: height, build, hair length, hair colour, eye colour, skin colour, breast size, cock size, butt size/shape etc etc etc.... ?

Some readers will appreciate a full, flowing, descriptive image of the tall, dark, rugged handsome chap, and the hot girlie that's having her world rocked. Others will prefer a skeleton description, perhaps no more than hair length, great cock size and girth, shapely ample breasts (as everyone in erotica is perfect, right? Or is that another dated cliche?) and the fact they possess a pulse. Readers can then insert themselves into the scene and become the character, without too many issues. Readers can be whatever skin tone, eye colour, hair colour they like and effortlessly sync with the character. The alternative could be self-doubt or perhaps a reader feeling short-changed. What happens if they can't completely identify and sync with a character because they know full well the character has long flowing locks, whilst they've got short, spiky hair? Will this affect their subsequent enjoyment and arousal levels?

Is there a middle ground where readers can enjoy the physical descriptions already provided by the author, then mentally park them to the side when they want to 'join in'?

Furthermore, does book length or writing style have any bearing on the matter? 


Answers on a postcard please!   (or you could simply make a comment below) 

STORY: 'Stuck At A Desk, Part 1'

Sexual tension. Office politics. Personal vendettas. A typical day at your office too?

But would you go to the same extent to deal with it as one of CBW's frustrated employees?

When CBW (Crash! Bang! Wallop!) researcher Craig grows increasingly frustrated with his bullying and jealous boss, he exacts his revenge in a rather unique fashion when alone in the office each evening. But things take an unforeseen turn when Craig is spotted carrying out his scheme. With his career potentially hanging in the balance, he realises that help can come from the most unsuspecting people. Who is his new partner in crime, and what will they both do to see the job through? 

This adult erotic short story is the first of three parts, and contains multiple office masturbation scenes, oral sex and fantasy sex, and make you think about the even frutier sexcapades to follow in the next instalments!

Length:  7,500 words (approx.) 

Buy it from Amazon now! 

EXCERPT:

Eight hours later, with the time now approaching 9pm, Craig was back in his usual position: slumped over the large communal meeting table that was now his night-time home.
“I should have a fucking bronze plaque engraved,” he spat. “Here sat Craig Taylor: exploited SRE, and apparent bitch of issue-ridden AD - also a bitch.”

Ever since leaving the meeting room, he had done well to keep his temper at bay. Of course Fartpants had acted all caring and considerate when she approached his desk in the early afternoon. He could have an informal chat about ‘things’ anytime – she was there for him, she reminded him. Anytime, Craig reckoned, except for when some work was required and she could get off her fat arse to actually help. Craig might not have had twenty years of corporate life and experience to call upon. He did however have his occupational psychology degree. And it was screaming to him: classic passive aggressive bullying behaviour.

Joy.

Craig needed a coping strategy; something to keep his sanity intact, his anger in check, and his desire for revenge sated. Wanking on his bitch boss’s desk remained the best solution.

With Mozart still reverberating, Craig reclined in the chair. It was time to ‘cope’ once again. Putting his feet up on the chair beside him, he slowly placed his hand on his crotch. Through the woollen fabric of his dark dress trousers he felt his cock safely tucked within his dark blue trunks.

It was time for that to change.

Slowly rubbing his hand up and down the length of his organ, his thoughts once more turned to Miss Middle East. He really should find out more about her. Where did she come from?

Regardless of where she came from, she had now well and truly moved into Craig’s ‘loft space’.  His mind was fully occupied with her. His hand had been replaced by hers, rubbing his cock rhythmically whilst increasingly tightening her grip.

The subsequent hardening wasn’t lost on Craig: he smiled to himself as the sensations coursed through him, as his cock now strained within his underwear, now bulging beneath his trousers. His object of lust had now hitched her black evening dress up to her thighs, effortlessly straddling him. Leaning down to kiss him slowly and probingly, she untied her long dark tresses. Craig’s eyes feasted on the cascading locks that both fell behind her neck and in front of her chest, drawing attention to her elegant and fully developed curves.

Instinctively, he slowly reached out to cup them and feel their warmth. Sliding his hands around her sides and underneath the dress, he brought them back to the front. His hands earnestly sought to feel her breasts. He made out the very thin, probably sheer, bra – most likely black to accompany her dress.                      

His first touch of her nipples drew a sharp intake of breath. She backed away from his hungry mouth as if to take stock of the situation. But in reality there was nothing more to comprehend: they were mutually seducing one another. She smiled at Craig, biting her lip with the utmost suggestion attached, before tilting her head down and cupping his face in her hands.

As she slowly grinded on top of Craig’s now engorged prick, the friction was by now considerable. His prick yearned to be freed of any such restrictions. But that was merely the beginning of what it and its owner sought.

Allowing himself to savour the images and feelings that were now running amok in his head, and further down, his eyes closed. Yes, men of course were visual creatures, especially when it came to the opposite sex. At this exact moment in time therefore, a computer monitor, folders, stapler, and a big jumbo pad of fluorescent sticky notes were at best surplus to requirements, and at worst a downright distraction.

 
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STORY: 'Melissa: Flight of Fantasy'

Oversexed, Overlaid, and Over Here! A US Researcher in London (series) 

Amelia Bryant's first-person erotic short story series takes you up, up and away from one side of the Atlantic, and landing in Swinging London! The fourth 'Crash! Bang! Wallop!' story introduces you to the feisty - and adorable - new arrival to CBW's London offices. And watch out: sparks will fly!

When American researcher Melissa Armstrong is recruited to head up CBW’s future New York office, she first heads over to London for a year with the company. And it’s not long before this feisty go-getter shows what she’s capable of when it comes to taking things – or rather men – by the balls. And that’s before she’s even touched down on British soil! 

This is the opening episode in Melissa’s accounts of naughtiness in London (and above the Atlantic!), and contains under-the-blanket fingering, fellatio, cunnilingus, and frantic full-thrusting sex back on terra firma. Never has work travel been so much fun: even in Economy Class! 

Length:  5,950 words (approx.) 

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EXCERPT:

“Good evening, m’Dear. And how are you?”

Turning around immediately, the first thing I registered was the scent (I subsequently discovered that it’s Paul Smith: London – very apt!). Then I clapped eyes on the friendly face from two rows in front: brilliant! Maybe this flight wouldn’t be too bad afterall.

“I’m doing all right thank you,” I smiled. “And you?”

“Not too bad thanks,” he replied. “So are you here for ‘a touch of exercise’ as well?” he smirked knowingly.

“Absolutely. The wine is good for the heart, and the walk to get it helps with the DVT prevention. It’s all good!”

“Well in that case, with such a strong supporting argument, I should join the party too,” he smiled, asking the attendant for a glass.

“Here’s to an uneventful and safe flight,” he toasted, with glass in hand.

 “What’s wrong with it being safe but eventful?” I counter-proposed. Was it the wine speaking or was it me, ever the opportunist, sparking into life?

 “And what’s a guy to do around here?” He looked around at the cabin walls as if to illustrate the point.

“ME.”

***

Ok, I didn’t really say that, although the thought crossed my mind. There’s something about being in a plane: the confined space, the limited time to make a connection, and the fact he seemed a decent guy, that made me think ‘What the hell?’ Let’s get to know the guy, have a flirt, and who knows? I’ve already found out he’s from Teddington, which is just ten or so minutes away from my new home in Richmond. A potential partner in crime? He did say he was single. Hmmm, you never know.

As the wine flowed and the conversation went down equally as well, the spark was definitely there. Even without the wine, my spirits were high – just as well at 37,000 ft, I suppose. New job, new adventures, Swinging London, woo hoo. Let’s just say I was receptive to seeing where this was going.

“How many times have you been asked out on a plane, Melissa?” Mark asked light-heartedly, but with purpose nonetheless.

“In airports, a few times,” I shrugged. “On a plane itself, actually this might be the first.”

“I only asked the question,” quipped Mark, “I wasn’t necessarily asking you out. Oh, how presumptuous you American women are!” he mocked.

Maybe Mark sensed that I’d been a bit of a chump with my response. Was it the fact that because I wanted him to ask me out, that’s how I read the question? He was soon however making me realise that he offered serious potential. Furthermore, the fact that he didn’t walk away both calmed my nerves and excited me.

“So how about our first date then? Fancy a night at the cinema?” His hand pointed towards the rows of seats and the small tv screens behind each one. I see you’ve got three seats to yourself, I’ve got five, despite the fact I washed today!” he laughed.

“I’d love to. What’s showing?”

I didn’t care what was on. Sharing a few hours with him was the big draw. Along with his wide shoulders: I’d already sized them up as a potential pillow within minutes of meeting him.

“Don’t have a clue,” he shrugged. “Maybe there’s a documentary on Mongolian agricultural practices,” he said rolling his eyes, “although I sincerely hope not.”

“So, your place or mine?” he winked.

“Yours for sure” I replied. “More space to get the feet up and chill out. Please: lead on!”

This was definitely the most enjoyable flight I’d been on for quite some time. There we were, stretched out with our shoes off, blankets over us and making good progress though a bag of Hershey’s Kisses that Mark had brought out from his hand luggage. Yes, and some more wine too.

I thought I’d already hit the jackpot by just having someone to cuddle. But as the flight progressed, it became apparent that other things were up for grabs – and grabbing.

 
FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!

STORY: 'Dirty Caller'

Telephone interviewers around the world are contacting professionals and consumers during the day and early evening seeking their participation in client research projects. For the most part, it's an unglamorous aspect of the research business. That's not to say it doesn't have its unique moments. What happens when someone on the other end of the line is rather more excited than normal, or takes a fancy to the interviewer's voice and takes things to another level?

The third 'Crash! Bang! Wallop!' story set in London's sexiest research agency focuses on just this saucy situation!

When CBW (Crash! Bang! Wallop!) telephone interviewer Tanya is beginning her last interview of the evening, she realises that her male respondent on the other end of the line has her on his mind rather than the survey questions. What begins as a normal telephone interview quickly becomes a full-blown erotic episode leaving their imaginations full and other parts completely wet and empty! 

This adult erotic story features phone sex, fantasy sex and a bucketload of fruity, teasing dialogue!

Length:  7,100 words (approx.)

Buy it from Amazon now! 






EXCERPT:

Tanya already realised that this call could potentially turn out to be one of the more interesting ones that had come her way in her research career. Every telephone interviewer who’d been on the job for a while soon began comparing ‘war stories’ with colleagues: the perverts, the oddballs, the sarcasm merchants, and the timewasters.

But it was the last call of the night, and Tanya would get through it in her inimitable manner. After all, she had much bigger things on her mind; namely what she was going to be getting up to later that evening. That alone merited a naughty smirk from anyone who knew.

“Well,” she countered, “we’ll just have to see how you answer the questions, won’t we Mr Wilson?”

Tanya quickly proceeded through the screener questions.  From his responses, Tanya learned that Andrew was 33, lived in Clapham, and was a business analyst. And single.  Altogether not a bad combination, if Tanya was honest with herself. But such thoughts stayed firmly in her head.

“And what is your approximate height and weight, Andrew?”

“Aren’t these rather personal questions?” Andrew mused. “You’re not just trying to see if I’m your type, are you?”

Tanya didn’t for a second doubt that had the conversation been occurring face to face that there would have been a rather flirtatious exchange of looks and glances.

“Oh Mr Wilson,” gasped Tanya in mock surprise. She smiled: two can play at this game.

               “But I note your question. Some of the questions asked are quite sensitive. If you like I can have a male interviewer contact you and you can do the survey with him. That’s certainly not a problem.”

“Oh no, not at all,” came the lightning fast response, laced with a tinge of desperation. “Don’t you go anywhere, Tanya. You stay right where you are, and we’ll get through this survey of yours with all the details you want.”

Her ruse paid off, and she now doubted whether Andrew would be quite so insinuating or leading with his comments.

For the next five minutes, Andrew diligently answered Tanya’s questions, ranging from exercise to nutrition and the brands associated with men’s health. His responses had been natural and uncontrived. Perhaps her initial instincts about him being some sort of lusty hormonal respondent were off the mark?

She spoke too soon.

“Now the next set of questions are quite sensitive, but it’s a major part of the study.”

“Okay, go on,” Andrew responded. He was ready for whatever questions followed.

“How aware are you of testicular health issues?

There was silence at the other end of the line for a few seconds.

“I’m very aware of my testicles, Tanya,” Andrew answered.

Tanya tried to stifle her laugh. She’d certainly ‘got one’ tonight, but that was hardly likely to make her blush. Far from it. Given what clothes she’d already changed into half an hour ago when everyone else had left, ‘shrinking violet’ was a term most definitely not used to describe herself.

“That’s not quite what…”

“In fact, Tanya, I’m holding them right now.”

“Really?”  What the hell, thought Tanya: humour the man.

“Oh yes, although I’d prefer you checked them out for yourself. It could be an extra part of the research, y’know.”

“And how should I do that?”

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STORY: 'Hi-Jinks In Hull'

When you spend as much time in hotels around the country as qualitative researcher Katherine does, and your social life is equally as shot due to moderating evening focus groups, it doesn't leave much time for fun. UNLESS of course, with a bit of forward planning, you arrange your fun in advance ready to meet you at your hotel, and away from prying eyes back home! 

The second story featuring London's sexiest research agency answers the question of just how much fun can really be squeezed into the free hours when traveling on business!

 

When CBW (Crash! Bang! Wallop!) qualitative researcher Katherine has to travel up from London to Hull to run a focus group on sex toys, she ensures that she doesn’t spend the evening in her hotel room alone. From bad behaviour online with her potential partners through to the subsequent hotel room hedonism, Katherine’s one girl who knows what she’s looking for, and knows how to get it. 

This erotic story contains sexting, phone sex, masturbation, fellatio, cunnilingus, and full on-humping. Who knew marketing research could be this damn naughty?!

Length: 11,300 words (approx.)

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EXCERPT:

Katherine looked Liam straight in the eye with a look that was impossible to misjudge.

“I want you to do ME well,” Now it was her turn to pause, as her hand cupped his cheek and the tips of her fingers connected with his smooth skin.

“Several times, in fact.”

“Would it be entirely appropriate at this juncture to suggest relocating somewhere a bit more private: on top of your bed for instance?”

Katherine leant forward once more to place a lingering kiss on Liam’s mouth.

“That sounds scrumptious, you sexy thing.” Her eyes sparkled with giddy anticipation.

“Hold that thought, for a few minutes while I go and ‘powder my nose’.”

“I told you Babe, I don’t do drugs,” Liam chuckled.

Katherine rose from the sofa, before leaning down to Liam’s ear.

“By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll need some sort of medication. Something for muscle strains, I suspect.” She kissed him on the cheek, and was about to head off before temptation got the better of her. She ran her hand slowly and firmly along his sculpted shoulder.

“Delicious,” she purred before walking - with more than a spring in her step - towards the toilet.

“Back here?” Liam quickly asked.

Katherine retraced her steps, and once more placed her hand on Liam’s shoulder.

“I’ve been leading, shouting, talking, controlling all day long. No more,” she flatly announced, once more looking straight into his eyes.

“Make the call, decide, and lead on. Not for this minute, not for the next five, but the whole night. ‘Think you can rise to the occasion?”

Liam pretended to consider the question before replying.

“I think one might be able to oblige.” He considered his options for a few seconds.

“Well first of all, I think you should go to the ladies room as you intended. But don’t walk too fast. Those leather pants - and your rear, it must be said - look too fantastic to not savour properly, don’t you think?”

He pivoted around on the sofa, and slowly raised his hand. Katherine tingled with exhilaration as she felt his touch on her hip, then curve around to elegantly but firmly run his hand over her shapely rear, before giving it a playful squeeze at the bottom.

“Go. But remember: slowly. And I’ll see you by the lifts in five minutes. Is that enough time for you?”

“Perfect. Shall I begin to walk?”

“Please.”

Blowing a kiss as she turned around, she proceeded to walk towards the toilet. Liam’s eyes didn’t miss a thing; he considered each elegant stride Katherine took a joy to behold. In his mind, the black leather pants and red stilettos were a combination of epic proportions.

Mischievously stopping halfway, she turned around to face him, and winked. Raising her hand, she gesticulated. Thumbs up or down? Without waiting for his response, Katherine turned back around and continued her journey. As she headed out along the corridor, and out of sight, Liam grinned. It would be some night. He rose from the sofa.

Moments later, Katherine walked along the corridor rather more quickly than her departure from the bar. She couldn’t wait to see him. The erotic potential of the lift had not gone unnoticed: it would be the perfect opportunity to escalate – pun fully intended – the proceedings before reaching the completely private environment of their room. But it would still allow a little thrill. Not quite private, not quite public.

She was even more excited when she saw Liam turn around to face her at the lift entrance. He’d been busy.

“I thought we could put these to good use in our room. Any objections?”

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