Portrait photography by David Woolfall

Portrait photography by David Woolfall

Kinky Books by David Woolfall
Kinky Books by David Woolfall

My first thought when I embarked on this project was: do women write porn?

The answer is, of course, yes. And more of them than ever, I discovered – as the erotic fiction industry has, in the past couple of decades, moved from being driven by men writing under female pseudonyms to a dominance by women authors. I was intrigued: who are these women? The women who make a living from writing 'zombie porn', male-on-male graphic sex scenes and vampire-werewolf love triangles?

I found my answers. Mostly they describe themselves as shy, introverted woman with a love of reading and writing. They could be your mother, sister or girlfriend, the woman sitting next to you at church on a Sunday...

Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse

www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk

 

 

 

   "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Meg laughed, tugging Grace in for another kiss. This time, both girls were on the same page, and the kiss was toe-curlingly sensual. Soon, Meg pulled away, only to trail her lips down the other girl's throat and begin planting soft kisses, trailing her tongue across the delicate skin there. Grace gasped, and tangled her fingers in Meg's hair.    "Trust me," Meg said softly, fearing Grace might think she was going to bite. "I will never do anything you don't want me to."    "I know. It just feels damn good, that's all. Don't stop."    "Oh, I have no intention of stopping."    from Bite with Height from Noble Romance by Lucy Felthouse    www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk

 "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Meg laughed, tugging Grace in for another kiss. This time, both girls were on the same page, and the kiss was toe-curlingly sensual. Soon, Meg pulled away, only to trail her lips down the other girl's throat and begin planting soft kisses, trailing her tongue across the delicate skin there. Grace gasped, and tangled her fingers in Meg's hair.

"Trust me," Meg said softly, fearing Grace might think she was going to bite. "I will never do anything you don't want me to."

"I know. It just feels damn good, that's all. Don't stop."

"Oh, I have no intention of stopping."

from Bite with Height from Noble Romance by Lucy Felthouse

www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk

  " ‘I dare you,’ he said, and that’s how it all started.     Pete had spoken those words – what, two days ago now? Waiting here, it was so easy to lose track of time, to forget I had a real life with a flatmate, and a flat I shared with him, and a job I hated that paid the rent on that flat. None of it seemed to matter, not when my world had been reduced to this basement room and all the weird and wonderful equipment it contained.     Cramp knotted my calf, but I didn’t move to try to ease the discomfort. I had been told to kneel, head bowed, and kneel I would, until I received my next instruction. My disobedient cock twitched at the thought of what that might be. I’d been warned of the punishment that would follow if I got an erection without permission, but as the vibrating butt-plug packing my arse buzzed into life, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was hard once more.     ‘Not again, boy,’ my master sighed, his tone a mixture of disappointment and relish at the thought of being able to give me further chastisement."     From His (Xcite novella) by Liz Coldwell      www.elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com

" ‘I dare you,’ he said, and that’s how it all started.

Pete had spoken those words – what, two days ago now? Waiting here, it was so easy to lose track of time, to forget I had a real life with a flatmate, and a flat I shared with him, and a job I hated that paid the rent on that flat. None of it seemed to matter, not when my world had been reduced to this basement room and all the weird and wonderful equipment it contained.

Cramp knotted my calf, but I didn’t move to try to ease the discomfort. I had been told to kneel, head bowed, and kneel I would, until I received my next instruction. My disobedient cock twitched at the thought of what that might be. I’d been warned of the punishment that would follow if I got an erection without permission, but as the vibrating butt-plug packing my arse buzzed into life, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was hard once more.

‘Not again, boy,’ my master sighed, his tone a mixture of disappointment and relish at the thought of being able to give me further chastisement."

 From His (Xcite novella) by Liz Coldwell

www.elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com

KayJayBee
KayJayBee

www.kayjaybee.me.uk

 

 

 

   ‘Slipping a hand into mine, he led me to the corner of the room which housed the clothes rack. Leaning towards me he whispered in a throaty voice, ‘Can I tie you up? I am sure you would look fantastic. Will you trust me?’      I nodded, unsure of exactly what he planned, but knowing that right now I would take any attention he was willing to give. I waited, the tension growing within me, as he fetched some artists cord and some rags from the chaos of his desk...’      from Studio Girl by KayJayBee       www.kayjaybee.me.uk

 ‘Slipping a hand into mine, he led me to the corner of the room which housed the clothes rack. Leaning towards me he whispered in a throaty voice, ‘Can I tie you up? I am sure you would look fantastic. Will you trust me?’

 

I nodded, unsure of exactly what he planned, but knowing that right now I would take any attention he was willing to give. I waited, the tension growing within me, as he fetched some artists cord and some rags from the chaos of his desk...’

 from Studio Girl by KayJayBee

 www.kayjaybee.me.uk

Jacqueline Applebee
Jacqueline Applebee

 www.writing-in-shadows.co.uk

 

  'I wake up in the middle of the night; my cock is hard, and my mind is racing.  I dig out my old faithful: a gay trucker DVD.  Large muscular men grab arses, pound into sweaty flesh.  The screen is full of sucking, fucking, bad-ass truck drivers.  I haven’t hitchhiked in over fifteen years.  I never met any truckers like those onscreen during my travels, mores’ the pity.  I wank to the sound of digitised groans, and come into a handful of tissues I keep by the sofa.  I finally fall asleep feeling spent and satisfied.'     from the Bisexual Men anthology, Jacqueline Applebee      www.writing-in-shadows.co.uk

'I wake up in the middle of the night; my cock is hard, and my mind is racing.  I dig out my old faithful: a gay trucker DVD.  Large muscular men grab arses, pound into sweaty flesh.  The screen is full of sucking, fucking, bad-ass truck drivers.  I haven’t hitchhiked in over fifteen years.  I never met any truckers like those onscreen during my travels, mores’ the pity.  I wank to the sound of digitised groans, and come into a handful of tissues I keep by the sofa.  I finally fall asleep feeling spent and satisfied.'

 from the Bisexual Men anthology, Jacqueline Applebee

 www.writing-in-shadows.co.uk

Janine Ashbless
Janine Ashbless

www.janineashbless.com

 

  ‘But  - this is the bit you must never let my father know - Do you promise?  After that I wanted to come again, so this time I stuck that statue up my bottom and I came with the goddess in my arse .’     from The Red Thread, short story in Dark Enchantment     ‘I bought your favours when you were younger,’ he whispers, biting my lips. ‘Now you give them to me for nothing.’    ‘Inanna!’ I gasp, calling on my goddess to have mercy, to get out of me, to let me hate what this man is doing to me with the hands stained with his own brother's death; to hate it as I ought to. I can hear the moist noises as his fingers work my wetness, twisting and flexing within me.    ‘Yes,’ he says; ‘call her. I want her to see this. I want her to see her whore giving herself up to me. I want her to see you loving this.’     from The House of Dust novella in Magic and Desire    by Janine Ashbless      www.janineashbless.com

‘But  - this is the bit you must never let my father know - Do you promise?  After that I wanted to come again, so this time I stuck that statue up my bottom and I came with the goddess in my arse .’

 from The Red Thread, short story in Dark Enchantment

 ‘I bought your favours when you were younger,’ he whispers, biting my lips. ‘Now you give them to me for nothing.’

‘Inanna!’ I gasp, calling on my goddess to have mercy, to get out of me, to let me hate what this man is doing to me with the hands stained with his own brother's death; to hate it as I ought to. I can hear the moist noises as his fingers work my wetness, twisting and flexing within me.

‘Yes,’ he says; ‘call her. I want her to see this. I want her to see her whore giving herself up to me. I want her to see you loving this.’

 from The House of Dust novella in Magic and Desire

by Janine Ashbless

 www.janineashbless.com

KD Grace
  "By the time Stella managed to shut the door, Tino was already shoving at the hem of her dress, his hands moving up to cup her arse cheeks beneath the fabric. His enormous erection was fully visible through his trousers.    ‘Tino. Tino! Behave.’ She couldn’t keep the smile out of her voice. ‘At least let me get you out of these clothes before you maul me.’ She joined him on the floor, but instead of sitting quietly while she undressed him as he had for Anne, he sprang. He pulled her into a rough and tumble across the floor of the lounge, biting and nipping and raking his fully clothed cock hard against her every time there was contact."                from The Pet Shop, KD Grace    www.kdgrace.co.uk

"By the time Stella managed to shut the door, Tino was already shoving at the hem of her dress, his hands moving up to cup her arse cheeks beneath the fabric. His enormous erection was fully visible through his trousers.

‘Tino. Tino! Behave.’ She couldn’t keep the smile out of her voice. ‘At least let me get you out of these clothes before you maul me.’ She joined him on the floor, but instead of sitting quietly while she undressed him as he had for Anne, he sprang. He pulled her into a rough and tumble across the floor of the lounge, biting and nipping and raking his fully clothed cock hard against her every time there was contact."

            from The Pet Shop, KD Grace

www.kdgrace.co.uk

Lexie Bay
Lexie Bay

www.lexiebay.co.uk

 

  "Dan answered his phone immediately. Izzy sucked Jay slow and gentle as he made the arrangements for the next day. Her fingers were buried inside her pussy and Jay slipped his finger round to play with her clit, stroking the hard button until she was moaning around his cock, the vibrations making his voice catch.    “Is your girlfriend giving you head?” Dan asked, “Are you getting a blow job while you talk to me?” Jay just moaned, the phone slack against his ear as he gave himself up to Izzy’s mouth."     from Inside Looking Out, Immoral Views by Lexie Bay     www.lexiebay.co.uk

"Dan answered his phone immediately. Izzy sucked Jay slow and gentle as he made the arrangements for the next day. Her fingers were buried inside her pussy and Jay slipped his finger round to play with her clit, stroking the hard button until she was moaning around his cock, the vibrations making his voice catch.

“Is your girlfriend giving you head?” Dan asked, “Are you getting a blow job while you talk to me?” Jay just moaned, the phone slack against his ear as he gave himself up to Izzy’s mouth."

 from Inside Looking Out, Immoral Views by Lexie Bay

www.lexiebay.co.uk

Lavinia Hughes
Lavinia Hughes

 

 

  Cody could do nothing but surrender to the all-consuming kiss. It was as if every nerve ending in his body led directly to his cock. He ground his hips against the man in an effort to get closer, which solicited another growl from the chest of the larger wolf. He reached down to grab hold of Cody’s ass and pressed them closer still. As soon as he became capable of rational thought again, Cody narrowed it down to only one. It’s him! He wanted to scream it to the entire world. It’s him! He found me!    Quote from Cody's Revelation - book two in the Shifters' Haven series.

Cody could do nothing but surrender to the all-consuming kiss. It was as if every nerve ending in his body led directly to his cock. He ground his hips against the man in an effort to get closer, which solicited another growl from the chest of the larger wolf. He reached down to grab hold of Cody’s ass and pressed them closer still. As soon as he became capable of rational thought again, Cody narrowed it down to only one. It’s him! He wanted to scream it to the entire world. It’s him! He found me!

Quote from Cody's Revelation - book two in the Shifters' Haven series.

Victoria Blisse
Victoria Blisse

www.victoriablisse.co.uk

 

  "No, no. I'm nearly done now. Just pass me my towel. I'll keep my eyes shut, and you can shower whilst I dress."    "Oh, okay." I quickly slipped off my bra and kickers, very aware that a hot, wet male was just on the other side of the plywood divide. I found his towel strewn over the far end of the bench and walked towards the shower curtain.    I waited for the water to stop and stuck my hand through the curtain. "Here you go." I smiled, shut my eyes tightly and held my own towel over my private parts. My hand brushed past flesh—soft, warm, male flesh—and I withdrew my hand quickly.    "Damn," he cursed. I guessed that he'd dropped the towel so I bent to retrieve it. As I waved my hand just above floor level, my forehead bashed into the back of his head.    "Oh, damn. I'm sorry." Flustered, my eyes flashed open, and I dropped my own towel in the confusion.    "It's okay." He straightened up, a towel in each hand, his eyes still closed. "I've got them both." He held my towel out towards me, but my eyes were busy drinking in the heady vision of his tight and toned body. His chest was hard and practically hairless. I could see the definition of all his muscles in his long torso. The delicate dip at his tummy just begged me to dip my tongue in it. Lower still, I was amazed by his gorgeous cock. Wow, just like the rest of him it was long and hard, very hard.    "Erm, Terri, can you find your towel?"    "Yeah, I'm just feeling about for it now." I grinned mischievously as I stepped forward and reached out towards his midriff. Very purposefully, I brushed past his taut hardness. He gasped, his cock jumped, and I pulled the towel from his hand. I darted round him and under the shower head." from Getting Physical by Victoria Blisse    www.victoriablisse.co.uk

"No, no. I'm nearly done now. Just pass me my towel. I'll keep my eyes shut, and you can shower whilst I dress."

"Oh, okay." I quickly slipped off my bra and kickers, very aware that a hot, wet male was just on the other side of the plywood divide. I found his towel strewn over the far end of the bench and walked towards the shower curtain.

I waited for the water to stop and stuck my hand through the curtain. "Here you go." I smiled, shut my eyes tightly and held my own towel over my private parts. My hand brushed past flesh—soft, warm, male flesh—and I withdrew my hand quickly.

"Damn," he cursed. I guessed that he'd dropped the towel so I bent to retrieve it. As I waved my hand just above floor level, my forehead bashed into the back of his head.

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry." Flustered, my eyes flashed open, and I dropped my own towel in the confusion.

"It's okay." He straightened up, a towel in each hand, his eyes still closed. "I've got them both." He held my towel out towards me, but my eyes were busy drinking in the heady vision of his tight and toned body. His chest was hard and practically hairless. I could see the definition of all his muscles in his long torso. The delicate dip at his tummy just begged me to dip my tongue in it. Lower still, I was amazed by his gorgeous cock. Wow, just like the rest of him it was long and hard, very hard.  "Erm, Terri, can you find your towel?"

"Yeah, I'm just feeling about for it now." I grinned mischievously as I stepped forward and reached out towards his midriff. Very purposefully, I brushed past his taut hardness. He gasped, his cock jumped, and I pulled the towel from his hand. I darted round him and under the shower head." from Getting Physical by Victoria Blisse

www.victoriablisse.co.uk

Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem

www.lilyharlem.com

 

 

 

  "The cocks within me were so rigid now, silk on steel. I knew it wouldn’t be long, and when the first tug of a blissful orgasm captured my clit and G-spot I claimed it. “Ah, yes, yes,” I cried, trying to move but unable to. I was completely wrapped in male muscle, in me and around me, holding me viselike.    I was there. My orgasm erupted and through my dreamy, ecstatic haze I realized Liam was about to join me in climax.    “Oh, fuck yes,” Liam shouted in a desperate, snapping voice. “Fuck, go for it, Quinn. Faster. Fuck her faster.”    Immediately Quinn shoved forward, catapulting my pussy and anus into a free fall of pleasure that came in great waves of sublime crescendos. His powerful hips rammed against my butt, over and over, harder and harder. Liam spurted into me, groaning and writhing, his hands gripping at my body as my innards spasmed and convulsed.'     from Shared Too by Lilly Harlem     www.lilyharlem.com

"The cocks within me were so rigid now, silk on steel. I knew it wouldn’t be long, and when the first tug of a blissful orgasm captured my clit and G-spot I claimed it. “Ah, yes, yes,” I cried, trying to move but unable to. I was completely wrapped in male muscle, in me and around me, holding me viselike.

I was there. My orgasm erupted and through my dreamy, ecstatic haze I realized Liam was about to join me in climax.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Liam shouted in a desperate, snapping voice. “Fuck, go for it, Quinn. Faster. Fuck her faster.”

Immediately Quinn shoved forward, catapulting my pussy and anus into a free fall of pleasure that came in great waves of sublime crescendos. His powerful hips rammed against my butt, over and over, harder and harder. Liam spurted into me, groaning and writhing, his hands gripping at my body as my innards spasmed and convulsed.'

 from Shared Too by Lilly Harlem

www.lilyharlem.com

  ‘I want to see you.’  Vladimir hooked his fingers around the silky ribbons of her corset and plucked them out slowly, one by one.  He drew a deep breath as it fell apart, revealing the shape of her full, soft breasts beneath her cotton chemise. The buds of her nipples were clearly visible, straining through the thin material and it made his cock swell. He licked his lips as he trailed his fingers over her breasts, outlining the voluptuous curves with his finger tips. He tickled the jutting nipples and Natasha gasped and rotated her hips beneath him.      'Vampires of Varna, book one. The Sabatchniavs.'    by Louise Cross     www.wilderromance.blogspot.com

‘I want to see you.’  Vladimir hooked his fingers around the silky ribbons of her corset and plucked them out slowly, one by one.  He drew a deep breath as it fell apart, revealing the shape of her full, soft breasts beneath her cotton chemise. The buds of her nipples were clearly visible, straining through the thin material and it made his cock swell. He licked his lips as he trailed his fingers over her breasts, outlining the voluptuous curves with his finger tips. He tickled the jutting nipples and Natasha gasped and rotated her hips beneath him.

 'Vampires of Varna, book one. The Sabatchniavs.'

by Louise Cross

www.wilderromance.blogspot.com

Miss Rebecca Bond
Miss Rebecca Bond

 www.missrebeccabond.co.uk

 

  "Whilst lips ravished my breasts, his hands trailed a path of tantalizing destruction down my body, calloused pads scraping roughly across goose-fleshed skin and stoking the fire within.  Then, without warning, buttons were popped, zips were yanked and before I could process what was happening through the lustful haze of our kiss, he was rubbing my throbbing pussy through the textured fabric of my lace panties.  I was truly bound for him, wrists cuffed above my head and ankles shackled with my own uniform pants.    My breath hitched as his tongue continued to plough into my mouth, fighting for dominance.  I pushed against him whilst he pinned me against the wall, eager to maintain some semblance of control, to let him know that I was a willing participant in his game of erotic torture.  A soft chuckle escaped his throat as my hips continued to jerk against his hand rhythmically, the wet lubricant of my snatch now seeping through the thin material."    from Sin City, Uniform Behaviour -Miss Rebecca Bond      www.missrebeccabond.co.uk

"Whilst lips ravished my breasts, his hands trailed a path of tantalizing destruction down my body, calloused pads scraping roughly across goose-fleshed skin and stoking the fire within.  Then, without warning, buttons were popped, zips were yanked and before I could process what was happening through the lustful haze of our kiss, he was rubbing my throbbing pussy through the textured fabric of my lace panties.  I was truly bound for him, wrists cuffed above my head and ankles shackled with my own uniform pants.

My breath hitched as his tongue continued to plough into my mouth, fighting for dominance.  I pushed against him whilst he pinned me against the wall, eager to maintain some semblance of control, to let him know that I was a willing participant in his game of erotic torture.  A soft chuckle escaped his throat as my hips continued to jerk against his hand rhythmically, the wet lubricant of my snatch now seeping through the thin material."

from Sin City, Uniform Behaviour -Miss Rebecca Bond

 www.missrebeccabond.co.uk