Monday, 11 January 2016

Blue Monday: Zak Jane Keir guests

Every Monday I post a wicked excerpt for your entertainment!

My first guest of 2016 is Zak Jane Keir with a snippet from her hot new collection Sticky Fingers and Warm Leatherette

Sticky Fingers and Warm Leatherette is a collection of short stories including BDSM, roleplay, bisexual party games and obsessive lust. 

A newbie sub comes up with the perfect birthday present for the mistress he adores...
A game of Truth or Dare goes further than expected when fantasies are shared...
A DJ becomes erotically obsessed with the girl who calls him every week to talk dirty...
A Master and a Mistress find their mutual attraction is too hot to handle, even though neither is willing to submit...

All this and more: seven sexy stories from an author with a reputation for having experienced most of it before she wrote about it.

The following extract is taken from A Little Aural, where a hot-talking DJ becomes fascinated by the woman who calls him up on air every week....

Every week, she listened to the show, listened to him, and spent the entire two hours in a state of dreamy arousal. It wasn’t just his voice, it wasn’t just the tracks he played, it wasn’t just the things he said, but some irresistible blend of everything that made her nipples tight and her pussy wet. Jade licked her lips and wriggled, feeling the satin sheet ridge up beneath her hips. He was talking dirty again, his voice low and confiding, about what it felt like to lust so intensely, to want to go deeper and harder. She heard herself whimper, and she cupped her breasts in her hands and gave them a little squeeze, her arousal growing stronger. The song he was fading up was new to Jade: throbbing bass and a languid string section overlaid with urgent, guttural lyrics, and she knew she was going to do it this time.

Her mobile was on the bedside table; she sat up and felt about for it. All the DJs asked the listeners to tweet and text and only rarely suggested they might actually phone in, but the number was available on the website and she’d managed to key it into her phone memory a few weeks ago, even though she told herself she’d never actually use it. Twitter and texting were too much effort for too little reward, but an actual conversation? She made herself focus; waited for the package of adverts and station info to kick in; pushed the buttons.


It wasn’t the voice she was expecting, and she nearly dropped the phone.

“Oh. Um, is this - er -”

“Yeah, Redhot Radio. You want to go on air? Talk to Chas?”

“I... er... Jade’s palms were sweating. She took a deep breath. “Yes, please.”

“OK, turn your radio off. Have to do that or it makes a horrible mess.”

She rolled over on the bed, scrabbled for the switch, couldn’t find it for a couple of seconds but then there it was.

“I”ll stick you through now, love.”

A moment or two of silence and, before she was wholly ready, he was speaking to her. He was speaking directly to her.

“So I have a caller. Hey, caller, how's it going?”

Get a grip, she thought. Either get a grip or hang up.

“It’s good,” she said, and her voice barely shook at all. “I was listening to the show and it made me feel...”

“Oh did it now? Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Will you play a song for me? Something really dirty?”

“I might do. Will you tell me what you’re wearing?”

Jade ran her free hand over her bare breasts, feeling her nipples tighten under her own touch.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, I’ve just had a shower.”

“Best way to be,” he said. “Specially when it’s hot, and you’re pretty hot, aren’t you. girl?”

Jade heard herself moan, didn’t care. She spread her legs and raised her knees, opening herself to the hot night.

“You want it, don’t you?” His voice was teasing, but there was affection there, not derision, and a hint of arousal on his side. “You like it, you love it…”

“So do you,” she said, and she knew it was true.

“I’ve got something for you, girl,” he said, and he was laughing at himself, a little, she could tell. “A whole 12 inches…”

She pressed the phone close to her ear; she could hear him breathing even over the opening bars of the song he’d chosen for her.

“Enjoying it?” he said, suddenly, and Jade gave a little squeal: her fantasies had been advancing at such a rate she’d almost forgotten she was genuinely, really, actually on the phone to him. Her hand was cupping her mound, her fingers making their first tentative little forays between her juicy, swollen lips as the insistent, sleazy bassline worked its magic.

“Oh yeah,” she whispered.

“Going to tell me what you’re doing right now?”

“How many times have you done the same thing?” Jade felt a sudden urge to take back at least a little control of the situation.

“You’d be surprised.”

“I could surprise you, too. But I have to go now.”

It took a couple of fumbles to hit the right button to end the call, but she managed to find the switch to put the radio back on within seconds, and the same track was still playing. The intensity of her desire was close to painful now, and she wondered briefly if she should have gone with it, brought herself off on air, told him exactly what she was thinking while she did it. No, that was a step too far, she wasn’t bold enough, or not bold enough yet. She stretched out on the bed, glad she’d turned the volume right up. She really needed to come.

She could talk, now, when she was talking to the man she imagined: she could talk and moan and even scream if she wanted to, and no one need ever know.

Jade began to stroke herself properly, circling her clit, spreading her pussy lips and caressing them. She could use both hands now she didn’t have the phone in one of them. One hand on top of the other, her palm against her mound, her middle finger dipping in and out of her slick, juicy channel in time with the music, she began to breathe faster and more noisily.

“I want you, you know I do,” she whispered, just as the track playing began to fade and he spoke again. This time he was addressing all his listeners, not just her, but it didn’t spoil her mood and simply increased the speed of her body’s race towards orgasm. He was still talking about lust, about desire, about heat, and those times you couldn’t hold on any longer but you just had to give in, you just had to let go. Jade had to let go, had to give in, two fingers pumping in and out of her snatch, her hips jerking, her thighs tensing: she came with a series of guttural moans.

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Zak Jane Keir has been writing about sex for a long, long time. She generally prefers femdom and pansexual material but doesn't mind a bit of heterosex now and again. Her latest collection of short stories, Sticky Fingers and Warm Leatherette, is available now in e-book format.

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