Edible Pleasures – A Tasty Experience with Lana Citron

Come whet your palates and tickle your fancy in this engagingly scrumptious evening exploring the universal relationship between food and sexual desire.

Author Lana Citron will be talking desire, passion and the pursuit of oral gratification to celebrate her latest publication Edible Pleasures, a textbook of aphrodisiacs. Lana looks at desire through the culture and history of aphrodisiacs. In a talk which will be informative, entertaining, stomach-churning (the more gross examples) and palate teasing.

Edible Pleasures is a cultural and historical romp on the universal bond between food and sexual desire. From the poetic to the philosophical, the absurd to the abstruse, indulge in scientific, gastronomic and cultural histories, accompanied by an A-Z of aphrodisiacs with a side order of seductive recipes. Lovingly combining delicacies from The Taste of a Kiss by Martial to Madame Pompadour’s Asparagus Tips, by way of South Park’s Hot Salty Chocolate Balls, Edible Pleasures is the definitive textbook to food, passion, love and desire.

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Ticket price includes a signed copy of Edible Pleasures

“Discerning gourmands”, “connoisseurs of seduction” and “gastronomes of love” are all most welcome.

More About Lana Citron

A prize-winning Irish author and scriptwriter, Lana Citron’s novels are; Sucker, Spilt Milk, Transit, The Honey Trap and The Brodsky Touch. Her first nonfiction, A Compendium of Kisses was Book of the Week in The Economist and described as ‘an intellectual and indulgent treat; a wonderful and comprehensive book on all things osculatory’.

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Dirty Sexy Words – Erotic Slam

Zak Jane Keir of Dirty Sexy Words presents another sizzling lineup of sex bloggers and erotica authors, sharing their latest and hottest scribblings with you.

Appearing: The Other Livvy, Exhibit Unadorned, Meg Philip, Suzanne Portnoy and more.

Come along and have your imagination teased and tantalised. The £5 price per person includes fizz and nibbles!


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Immani Love – Book Release Show at Sh!

Author, Erotic Poet, Love Goddess

Immani-Love-POetryJoin Immani Love for the celebration of her new volume of erotic work: Adventures in Eroticism: Workplace. The evening will include music, poetry and of course readings from her exciting new book.

Immani Love was born in Philadelphia, Pa and is currently making her home in Florida, regularly performing in several places in the United States, United Kingdom, Europe, and Australia when booked.

Named 2013 Erotic Poet of the Year by the National Poetry Awards and invited to perform in the UK Black Pride in London, England, as well as EuroPride 2014 in Marseille, France and EuroPride 2016 in Amsterdam, Netherlands, now her popularity has grown! She has traveled throughout Europe every summer since 2014 and includes stops as far as Australia, England, Spain, France, Holland, Germany, Italy, and Greece.

Currently booking the 5th national and international annual tour.

The ticket price of £7.50 includes Bubbles & French Fancies.

Copies of her new work will be available for purchase and signing!

Guests who want to enjoy the full Immani Love-experience are welcome to bring pj’s and a pillow (pyjama party!). Our changing room will be available for changing into your comfy’s before the event starts.

Adentures-in-Eroticism-Workplace-Immani-LoveBOOKS: Immani Love’s 1st book series “Adventures in Eroticism” beginning with “Adventures in Eroticism: Four Seasons” is a collection of themed Lesbian Erotic short stories that places you, the reader as the main character allowing you to experience things not dared to be typically imagined. Adventures in Eroticism: Workplace is the 2nd in the series. With vivid imagery and tantalizing scenarios, these stories allow you to live out your fantasies.

Lesbian erotica has never had an avenue like this to explore sexuality with a sensual yet witty outlook on intimacy. Typical professions like Police Officer and College Professor get an enticing overhaul and allow the reader to explore the hotter side of the Workplace. Be on the lookout for the next in the series, Adventures in Eroticism: Holidays and Adventures in Eroticism: World Travels. Coming soon!

CD: “Immani Love … Sensually Speaking” – This is the inaugural CD of Immani Love erotic poetry. One of the few strictly LGBT erotic poets around, Immani Love brings her sensual voice and imagination stimulating words for the long awaiting ears and hearts of the world. Not for the virgin ears, but definitely for the arousal of loins and the wetting of panties, she delves into the world of sexuality with a spirited, no holds barred sense of fantasy and reality.

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Enjoy A Free Excerpt from Adventures in Eroticism: Workplace, “Duty Calls (Police Officer)”

…As she led the way to her bedroom every thought you had about self-restraint went out the window and it didn’t help that the thin silk wrap-around dress that swayed as she walked, hugged every curve yet flapped open occasionally to show her thick thighs. The sun danced through the sheer curtains onto the walls of her very feminine pale pink bedroom, and as she sat on the edge of her bed the rays of sun shone on her thighs while the dress slid open gently. The phrases “ex-girlfriend” and “fresh start” rang in your ears like a dinner bell and she was a delectable main course meal. Your every being felt the urge to just snatch open that dress and ravage her body, but instead you just simply said, “Oh, that’s cool.” Once again, kicking yourself for not being more valiant in your approach. You removed your gear and weapon and began to take off the wet clothing. Although her head was turned away you noticed her watching you undress in the mirror. It delighted you that she blushed as you removed your tank top to reveal the lacy bra that enveloped your ample bosom and as you removed your pants she stifled her smile as she almost whispered, “You should take those off too,” referring to your damp undergarments. “Are you trying to get me naked?” You quipped, while unfastening your bra.  “Yes!” she replied and swiftly added, “We wouldn’t want you walking around all day dripping wet, would we?”

Her deliberate wording was comical and she chuckled as she gathered your clothing and left the room. “Too late,”

you muttered as you stood there nude deciding whether or not to put on the flimsy robe. The idea of standing there naked

and vulnerable while she tended to your laundry was unnerving and you decided a thin robe was better than no defense at

all but as you slipped into the silky garment you turned to see Saraya walking towards you almost as if in slow motion,

holding a glass of PINK LEMONADE.  It was literally like your dream was more of a premonition except you knew for a

fact that no angry husband or boyfriend would come and attack you. As she entered the room you stood there motionless

trying to make sure you didn’t assume your fantasy was coming true. Saraya walked past you without a word, set the glass on

her bedside table and beckoned for you to come to her. As if in a trance, you complied and as she spoke her words sent chills

through your body, “I’ve been waiting for this.” she whispered as she untied her dress and let it drop to the floor.

(excerpt from Duty Calls)


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Creative Juices: Flora’s African Exploits

Today we welcome Flora Titian to Creative Juices! Flora has generously offered us all two free chapters of her second erotic novel in the Flora series. The chapters are juicy and suggestive, and highly enjoyable… *wink*

For more of Flora Titian and her writing, head over to her blog at  Follow Flora on Twitter: @thevelvetpurse.

Chapter 1

I love airports, well actually I love travelling in whatever form it takes.  In my experience, and I believe I have travelled enough to be able to profess to have some, the journey can be even more interesting and exciting than the destination. It seems I always manage to meet someone who is willing to indulge my need to turn a mediocre voyage into an unforgettable adventure.  Take, for example, the time I took the ferry from Patras to Ancona; this had the possibility to be the dullest 24 hours of my life, instead, fate intervened and I got chatting to twins, Demetrius and Giorgos – funny, engaging and drop dead gorgeous .  Identical – in every way, as I later discovered – we decided to share a cabin, save some money, and have some fun.  Double trouble turned out to be doubly amazing and I was treated to orgasm after orgasm and shagged over and over again, until finally, even I, was begging to be allowed to go to sleep – as past lovers will attest, I never prioritise sleep over sex, but those boys were insatiable.  Thinking back that was a crazily intense journey, I was walking like a cowboy for about a week after docking in Italy, totally worth it though – kind of wish I had taken their telephone number or at least an address.

As I walk forward to the check-in desk I can’t keep the huge smile from my face, I am going to Africa, god, I am so excited right now.

“Good evening madam, passport please.”

Taking my passport out of my bag I glance up and find myself looking into the face of possibly one of the most stunningly attractive women I have ever seen.  Skin beautifully smooth and the colour of melted chocolate, her huge, dark, soulful, eyes are framed by long luscious lashes, with beautifully full lips completing the package – I freeze, passport in hand, mesmerised.  Aware that I am probably staring open mouthed, and no doubt blushing a deep red, I give myself a mental shake, look away and hold out my passport in her general direction.   Wow, she was amazing, I have to take another look; taking a breath I raise my head, only to have her eyes lock with mine and send a bolt of desire shooting straight down into my groin – okay, that was interesting, totally unexpected, but definitely interesting.  Still caught in her gaze I notice a smug smile playing across her mouth, this gorgeous creature is obviously well aware of the effect she has on other people, and I was proving to be no exception – urgh, I hate being predictable.

Now, I guess, if I had to put a label on it – which I don’t like to do – then I would refer to myself as heterosexual, and this is only because, up until now, it has been interactions with men that have got me hot and wet.  I have, however, never ruled out the possibility of having sex with a woman, in fact I have always thought it would be rather cool.  I mean I check women out all the time, who doesn’t, they are splendidly beautiful, but it’s more with admiration, or, yes I admit, sometimes jealousy; I might think wow she has got the most amazingly gorgeous long legs, or, oh my god I wish my tits were as big and perky as hers.  I have, however, never, had the thought – fuck me I would love to have that girl’s tongue lapping at my pussy – until today that is.

“You have beautiful eyes.”

Her voice brings me out of my reverie and she is looking at my passport – not a great shot of me if I am honest.

“Although I think they are even more beautiful in person.”

Staring directly at me I feel my stomach drop and don’t have a clue what to say next.  Come on Flora, think of some sexy, flirty, come back, show her what you are made of.

“Your eyes are very beautiful also.”

She snorts with laughter and I feel as though I have just failed some kind of test, gauche girl rather than worldly woman.

“Well thank you Flora, that is very sweet of you to say.  Flora, you look like the kind of girl who usually travels business class.”

It is now my turn to snort, business class, yeah right, my mom booked this ticket for me, so I am just relieved that they aren’t telling me I am travelling in the hold; not that she can’t afford business class, just that she wouldn’t spend the money on me.

“An obvious oversight when booking the ticket I imagine.” She smiled and winked – wow great teeth as well. “I am upgrading you Flora, a gorgeous girl like you doesn’t belong in coach, you need to be relaxing and sipping champagne – with me attending to your every wish.”

Attending to my every wish. My heart starts beating quicker and I feel the flush return to my cheeks. My every wish – now that is definitely interesting.  I look down from her face and take in her white blouse, tightly stretched over impressively full breasts which are inadequately restrained by a lacy black bra, her pert nipples pushing enticingly out through the fabric. I know what I want to do, I want to run my fingers down from her throat, moving over her breasts and circling over those nipples, feeling them harden further under my touch. I want to slowly undue the buttons, enjoying revealing more of her, my fingers grazing her skin until I have opened her blouse fully, dragging it off her shoulders, I leave it halfway down her back; arms now effectively pinned against her sides I have full access and delight in pinching her nipples through the lace, my hands playing with each of her breasts, her groans of passion encouraging me.  Then, unable to wait any longer, bra straps would be dragged down to meet the blouse and her gorgeous tits, now fully exposed, would be mine for the taking.  Leaning forward and flicking her nipples with my tongue, emboldened by her moans I would take her breast deep into my mouth, alternating, first one and then the other, hands and tongue, hungrily feasting at will.


A high pitched voice from the side jolts me out of my fantasy and I look across startled.  Wow, fascinating, long straight hair, dyed jet black, and pulled into a bun so tight it gave an instant face lift, green feline eyes are beautifully framed by long eyelashes, black eyeliner and perfectly sculpted brows, this boy has some serious makeup skills, and those huge, red, pouty lips could give Steve Tyler a run for his money; unfortunately, the fake tan shade, pure orangutan, was just hideous.

” Sweetie, I get that you, as mighty Cabin Crew, are only slumming it on check-in for today, but there is rather a long queue building.  If I get this flight off on time, I please the Captain, and oh god how I love to please him.” Winking suggestively at me I couldn’t help but snigger. “So please, stop cruising the passengers and get a wiggle on babe.”

Seemingly unconcerned with the comments, not affording him a response, she leisurely attached the baggage tag to my case.  Holding out my boarding card and passport towards me, I reached out to take them, watching as her hand slid forward to touch mine.

“I very much look forward to seeing you on board Flora.”

No hint of a smile this time, her eyes held mine for what seemed like the longest of moments, and I felt my desire dripping out of me.  This woman had turned me on just by checking me in for a flight, what then would she be capable of at 30,000 feet armed with champagne and a hot sandwich – I was really rather keen to find out.


Chapter 2


Impatient to see her again, I distracted myself by wandering around the airport shops, trying on outrageously expensive sunglasses that I had no intention of buying, drinking endless Espressos, and finally ending up in Wetherspoons for a glass of wine and flirty banter with a rather raucous stag party.  Still ridiculously horny and very wet, I considered a quick trip to the bathroom, there was an hour until the gate opened, so more than enough time for an orgasm.  I found myself, however, in the unusual position of wanting to wait, to find out what she had planned for the flight; although for the life of me I couldn’t imagine how anything was going to be possible once we were on board, I mean planes were hardly suitable for private trysts, were they?

Sitting at the gate I suddenly felt insanely nervous, what if I had misconstrued the situation, what if she was just being friendly and I had wrongly interpreted the open warmth of an African personality, and presumed that it meant she fancied me; well, I was about to find out, wait finally over I joined the queue, eager, despite my fears, to get on board and see her again.  I found my place and marveled at how much room I had, business class was seriously the way to travel.  Unable to resist playing with the seat controls, I delighted in all the gadgets around me, and when my childlike excitement finally dissipated, I stared, absent-mindedly out of the window, a ground crew guy immediately catching my eye, fuck what a great arse – breath on my ear made me jump and I felt my body react as her perfume filled the air around me.

“How do you like your seat Flora?”

I turned my head towards her, her face inches from mine, oh those lips, so full and kissable, the urge to lean forward and snog her was overwhelming.  Several hours fantasising about what I wanted to do to her, and what I wanted her to do to me, had resulted in desire overriding all sense of appropriateness – of which, to be fair, I didn’t have much at the best of times.  Come on Flora, get a grip, you aren’t going to kiss this woman now, not with all these people walking past, reluctantly I moved slightly away and she stood back up into the aisle.

“Thank you so much for the upgrade, this is just the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, this seat is seriously amazing.”

“You are most welcome, I want you to be very happy and relaxed Flora, you have got a long night ahead of you.”

Leaning, once again, towards me, she placed her hand on my shoulder, her shirt falling forwards, giving me an unobstructed view of those glorious breasts; my breath caught as she slid her hand downwards from my shoulder, fingers grazing my nipple, before she slowly pulled away and stood up.  Panting and breathless with desire, my nipple tingled from her, albeit brief, touch, oh god I was totally at this woman’s mercy, completely in control of the situation she obviously had a plan of action, and I found this unbelievable hot.  Squirming in my seat, she stood there, staring at me, the intensity of her eyes on mine making me writhe with passion, desperate to be touched.  As if reading my mind she suddenly smiled at me.

“Soon Flora, very soon, I will give you what you want.”

Reaching up into the overhead locker she pulled something out and threw it into my lap, surprised I looked down, a denim skirt, what the hell? I looked back up and raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“It’s mine.  When the plane is in the air and the seat belt sign has been taken off, I want you to go to the bathroom in front of you, I want you to take off your jeans and knickers, and I want you to put this skirt on instead.  Can you do that for me Flora?”

All coherent thought now totally overridden by desire, I nodded, and she smiled.

“Thank you Flora, that will help me a great deal in making sure you have a very pleasurable flight.”

And with that, she was gone.

I didn’t see her again for the next half an hour and presumed she was busy helping other passengers and preparing for take-off.  Come on Captain Jack or whatever your name is, let’s get this bird in the air, the waiting was making me crazy.  Finally airborne, I sat, staring at the seat belt light, gripping the skirt tightly in both hands as though someone might come and take if off me, the ‘bing’ sent me flying out of my seat like a greyhound of out a trap and I dove into the bathroom and locked the door.

Staring back at me from the mirror was not the sexy goddess I had hoped to see, face flushed with lust, my hair looked like a birds nest from where I had been twisting strands around my fingers for the last few hours in frustration.  I splashed some water on my face and clawed through my hair, attempting to pull it back into some semblance of a style.  Needing to wee I pulled off my jeans and knickers and once finished I took my hand and pumped soap and water onto it, I wanted my pussy squeaky clean for the fun ahead.  Wow, it felt good to touch myself, god, I was burning hot and so wet, not wanting to wash away too much of my grool, I carefully patted myself dry and pulled on the skirt.  Fuck me it was short, I tried to get a look at the back to check my arse cheeks weren’t hanging out below the hem, but the tiny, blurry, mirror was hardly conducive for this and I had to give up.  Tugging it ineffectively down, conscious of my lack of underwear, I took a breath and let myself out of the bathroom, scurrying quickly back to my seat, jeans and knickers in hand.

So now what?  No sign of her.  The coolness of the cabin was chilling the wetness dripping out onto my thighs and making me even more aware of my state of undress.  Pulling my legs together I leant forward, hugging my knees with my arms.


She was back, finally.

“I like your skirt.  Can you sit back please so that I can take a better look at it.”

Letting go of my knees I sat back into the seat and let her inspect me.

“It looks great on you, a perfect fit.”

Reaching forward she pulled at the hem as though examining the cloth, I gasped, her fingers now achingly close to my pussy, instinctively I opened my legs, desperate for her touch.  My eyes closed in anticipation of feeling her fingers on me, and I groaned in frustration when I felt her hand move away.  Looking up I was met with a smirk.

“It isn’t going to be quite that easy Flora.  There is something I need you to do for me first.”

What the hell was she on about now, if it wasn’t for desire clouding my brain I might have got irritated at the delay, lack of patience being a constant struggle for me – sighing, I nodded, fine, whatever she wanted, I was going to do it.

“I want you to walk along this aisle for me Flora, nice and slowly, and keep going all the way along until you reach the back of the plane.  And then, when you get there, I want you to go into the bathroom, I want you to stick two fingers into your pussy and get them dripping wet from your sexy grool, and then, I want you to walk back here to your seat where I will be waiting.”

Oh my fucking life, she can’t be serious, this skirt barely skims my arse, I know that now as when I sat down my bare skin hit the seat and I had to hold on to the front to keep from exposing my muff to everyone.  If I walk along the aisle anyone paying attention is going to be afforded glimpses of my bottom – if not more.  Fuck.  What to do?  From the way she is looking at me this is non-negotiable, and then what, this just ends here, oh no, no, no, no, I am way too turned on now, past the point of no return, I have to keep going.

I nod, and she moves to one side to let me out into the aisle in front of her.  I turn to face the back of the plane, hesitating at the sight of all those people I need to get past, in an hour or so they would all, probably, be asleep, but now they are still settling, looking around the cabin, bored and in need of distraction.  I jumped as I felt a tug on the back of the skirt, fingers grazed the cheeks of my arse, and her breasts pushed against my back as she leant towards me.

“Your arse is incredibly sexy Flora, this skirt is just the perfect length to show it off, I think many of your fellow passengers will watch you pass by with enthusiasm.”

Desperately turned on I pressed back as her fingers became more insistent, now stroking deeper and grazing my pubic hair, but falling, agonisingly short, of where I wanted them to go.  As the hand was removed I had the irrational urge to stamp my foot like an irate toddler.

“Now off you go, I will be watching, and waiting here for your return.  Don’t forget what I need you to do with your fingers, if you forget you will have to walk back again, I will be checking – oh, and don’t dry yourself off in the bathroom, I want to see the wetness dripping down your thighs.”

A slight shove from behind got my reticent feet moving and I started walking self consciously along the aisle, after a few paces I looked back over my shoulder and was afforded a wide smile and a nod of encouragement, swallowing, I turned back and carried on.

Talk about a walk of shame, keeping my gaze firmly on the ground, I could feel people’s eyes on me as I approached, the shortness of my attire, I am sure, eliciting a plethora of responses, shock, approval, desire, distaste; I cringed feeling people swivelling around in their seats as I passed, no doubt wanting to see if the back view was just as revealing.  Well they wouldn’t be disappointed, I could feel the hem of the skirt skimming my bottom about three quarters of the way down, so my arse was most definitely out for all to see.  After what seemed like an interminably long walk I finally reached the bathroom and plunged inside.  Leaning my back against the locked door, I released the breath that I hadn’t realised I was holding, Oh fucking hell, I have got to walk back again in a minute – what the hell have you got yourself into Flora?  Could I be arrested for indecent exposure, after all I was in public and, effectively, naked from the waist down?   Concerns aside I couldn’t help but admit that it was rather intoxicating, knowing she was watching and getting off on other people inspecting me as I passed – god I love a bit of kink.  Remembering my other task I move my fingers onto myself and am shocked at how wet I am, grool is literally dripping out of me onto my thighs, just as she foresaw it would – am I that easy to read?  Pushing two fingers deep inside, my slippery wetness allowed easy access, and I groaned, desperate to stroke my now pulsating, rock hard clit, but instead, eager to return, I removed my fingers and resisted the urge to dry off my legs  – okay, time for the long walk back.

Surprisingly, instead of mortification, the whisperings, this time, make me feel sexy and powerful; I am enjoying  people checking out my arse, and the thought that they might, also, be able to see my hot, wet, pussy makes it even more of a turn on.  She is standing there, waiting for me, and as I approach I can’t help but smile and raise my eyebrows, triumphant in my daring.  She nods towards the seat and I collapse down into it, now what?

“Well done Flora, you did amazingly well, you had lots of admiring glances, and many people desire you now.  But they can only look, they can’t have you, you are mine, do you understand?”

Oh this is seriously sexy, I nod my consent, my breathing now shallow and fast, as feel my passion growing exponentially.

“Now did you do the other thing I asked you to do?  Did you put your fingers inside your pussy for me Flora?”

I nod, and she holds out a hand towards me; hesitating for a moment, unsure, I then put my hand in hers and watch as she wipes my fingers under her nose.

“Mmmm, you smell good Flora, now I wonder how you taste?”

Eyes never leaving mine, her tongue slowly licked the wetness from my fingers, and then taking them deep into her mouth, she sucked hard, causing me to gasp as a new eruption of passion exploded within my groin, and had me dripping, unrestrainedly, onto the seat.  Oh my god, okay, whatever I have said before, I was wrong, this is officially the most erotic moment of my life – well, you know, so far.  Feeling myself tense, I wonder if I might actually be able to orgasm like this – now that would be a first – to cum without any actual stimulation to my pussy, I close my eyes, edging closer to climax, as her mouth and tongue continued to fuck my fingers.

My eyes fly open as she lets go of my hand, and I sit their panting, waiting for the next move. Pulling my skirt up towards my waist, I am fully exposed for her perusal.

“Open your legs a little more for me please.”

I moved my legs apart, moaning in frustration – just touch me already.  Her standing there, looking my pussy, was unbelievably sexy, my lips heavy with lust were clearly visible under my pubic hair, now soaking and sticky with grool.

“Look how wet and swollen you are, desperate to be touched I imagine?”

I nodded frantically, “Yes please, please, I need you to touch me.”

Smiling she released my skirt and stood up, leaving me still exposed, throbbing and aching to be stroked.

“You are not quite ready for that, yet, but it will happen soon, very soon, I promise.  Now I need to do some work, but I will be back with champagne for you, just relax Flora – all things come to those who wait.”

It was seriously all I could do not to scream, this was torture, exquisitely seductive torture, but torture nonetheless.


Feeling inspired to pen your own sex fantasy? If you’d like to submit a story to be published on the Sh! blog, please hop on over to this page for more info on Creative Juices.

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Introducing Creative Juices

Welcome to Creative Juices, the online hub for readers, writers & lovers of erotic stories.

During a recent workshop at our Hoxton shop, where guests created their very own erotic fantasies, we realized that there is so much talent out there; so many stories that have yet to be written, read or told…

So we invite you, yes – you, to rev up your creative juices, put pen to paper and write down your erotic fantasy – pages that have been created with the sole purpose of getting you off. Because we think that other people will want to read it too. And get off to it.

We’re looking for straight, lesbian, gay, queer, transgender, fan fiction, vanilla, kink, outerwordly… Your fantasy could include only one person or a whole group.

Please note: there are a few things we won’t publish, and these are listed at the bottom of this blog post.

Here’s how to get your erotic fantasy published on Creative Juices:

18+ only: Writers must be 18 years of age or older and legally able to write, submit and read erotic material. All characters in submitted stories must be 18+. You must be the sole creator of the story you submit.

Hobby writers are most welcome to submit erotic stories. You can submit your story anonymously or with pseudonym, but please make sure to include this information clearly in your submission.

Professional writers are also most welcome to submit erotic stories. The stories can be full length or a juicy teaser if a new book is due out. If we stock your book on our website, we will link to it. If we do not stock your book, we will be happy to link to your own website or buy-links on Amazon.

Editing: Stories need not be perfect or polished, especially if you are not a professional writer, but submissions must be spell&grammar checked. We’ll provide space for new writers, but we cannot offer editing services. Ensure your story is in bite-size paragraphs as this will be much easier for the readers. No links or HTML inside stories please – these will be deleted.

Submission format: Please submit your erotic story as attached Word files (.doc), text files (.txt) or Rich Text Files (.rtf). If we are unable to read your story, we won’t publish it

Scheduling: Stories will be slotted into a rolling schedule and we’ll let you know when your story is due to go live. If an author has a book to promote, we reserve the right to publish their submission in accordance with their promotional schedule. Please remember that we have a shop to look after, so bear with us if it takes us a few days to respond to your submission.

Or – check your spam folder as we occasionally end up in there…

Images: You must hold rights to any images you submit alongside your story. We will not publish images of naked body parts (so no dick-pics please!).

Payment: No stories will be paid for – Creative Juices is a purely for the pleasure of creative writing and relaxing reading.

Refusals: We reserve the right to not publish a story if we feel it does not conform to the Sh! ethos: we will not publish stories featuring scat, incest, paedophilia, bestiality or stories with a strong rape theme. Our decision is final.

Creative Juices – may your well never run dry!

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10 Erotic Books to Inspire You

10 Erotic Books to Inspire You

Books. Don’t you just love the smell of them? The feel of a brand new hardback in your hands? Untouched pages, brand new and shiny… Or maybe you’re more of a used-paperback-kinda-gal? Some spend hours, days even, searching through secondhand shops for that perfectly worn copy of a favourite title… Or – you might be in favour of shopping from the comfort of your sofa and ordering bestselling e-books directly to your Kindle?

All of the above are excellent ways of getting your hands on reading materials, but actually, it matters more that you take the time to immerse yourself in a good book, than how you came by it. Whatever your preferred way of shopping, we have done a little bit of the hard work for you and shortlisted 10 books that should be given prime space on your shelf.

Here at Sh! we’ve been championing female sexual pleasure for years, but the acceptance of talking and reading about female sexual fantasy began in 1973 with Nancy Friday’s multi-million-selling collection of real women’s fantasies, My Secret Garden. Forty years on from Friday’s masterpiece, sex writer Emily Dubberley curated a brand new female fantasy classic for the modern era: Garden of Desires. The stories are red hot, all original, and very likely to make your heart beat a li’l faster…

We cannot not include Nancy Friday herself – everyone should, at some point in their lives, read at least one of Friday’s groundbreaking works like Forbidden Flowers: a celebration of a new freedom, where women joyfully accept and rejoice in the awareness of their own inner sexual lives. Liberating and arousing, you won’t be able to put it down.

Sexual Life of Catherine M
Sexual Life of Catherine M

The Sexual Life of Catherine M is the autobiography of a well-known Parisian art critic who likes to spend nights in the singles clubs of Paris and in the Bois de Boulogne where she has sex with a succession of anonymous men. The book is outrageous and liberating in equal measures, and whilst Catherine was perhaps ahead of the times, more and more women are now taking charge of their sexuality and goes to get whatever it is they want. Amen to that!

She Comes FirstThe tongue is far mightier than the sword – when it comes to sexual pleasure, anyway. She Comes First is a guide aimed at the sexually literate man, but we think all genders should read this book. Oral sex has long been considered an optional aspect of ‘foreplay’ (a word we’re not really into) when its real role is as core play. Oral sex is a dish best served moist and hot, and it should most definitely be the main!

Oral Sex Position GuideOral Sex Position Guide – what a goody bag of fun: 69 positions that make fellatio and cunnilingus fantastic and unforgettable! Granted, you do need to be rather nimble for some of the spicier positions, but even if you are not – looking at the photos is a lot of fun too. From mild to wild, each position offers specific benefits such as easier deep throat action, pleasurable prostate play, anal-play access, or maximum clitoral stimulation.

Female Ejaculation & The G-SpotFemale Ejaculation & The G-spot, a classic guide by the Doyenne of the Female Fountain, Deborah Sundahl. Clear instructions,  scientific facts, history and real-life experiences of women & their partners makes this book a must-read if you are curious about female ejaculation and squirting. It also includes a ‘training sequence’ if you fancy giving it a go.

The Art Of Lesbian Lovemaking: A Lesbian Kama SutraThe Art of Lesbian Love Making by Rose Black & Lilly Gluck is a self-published version of lesbian kama sutra, complete with non-stereotypical images – hurrah! This is an explicit and informative guide to authentic lesbian sexuality written to arouse, educate and reveal fresh possibilities in the world of sapphic sex… Extra bit of info for you: the authors are also the founders

 ZOOM Playing Well With Others by Lee Harrington and Mollena Williams PERFECT PARTNERS Sh! Bondage Tape SH! BONDAGE TAPE £9.00 ADD TO BAG Sh! Bondage Rope SH! BONDAGE ROPE £15.00 ADD TO BAG PreviousNext Playing Well With OthersPlaying Well With Others – your field guide to discovering, exploring and navigating the kink, leather and BDSM communities. In our opinion, this book could also function as a general life guide – that’s how good it is. Lee Harrington and Mollena Williams, with 30-plus years of experience in diverse kink communities: top, bottom and switch; gay, bi and straight; female, male and trans; white and POC, have written an inclusive, engaging and informative guide that could easily earn itself pride of place on your sex-shelf. 

New Book Of BottomingCarrying on the kinky theme, New Book of Bottoming by Dossie Easton and Janet W Hardy offers an eye-opening exploration of what it means to experience the joy of surrender and the bliss of kink-induced endorphin rushes. A must-read for anyone thinking about stepping into a bottoming or submissive role, as well as anyone favouring a more Dominant position during play.

Ultimate Guide to Prostate Pleasure £11.99
Ultimate Guide to Prostate Pleasure £11.99

The Ultimate Guide to Prostate Pleasure – the most comprehensive guide to the prostate and its pleasure potential to date. An indispensable manual to P-spot pleasure, this book covers both solo and partner play. You’ll learn about techniques for building trust and talking about desires, safety and hygiene information, massages, pegging -positions, toys and illustrated tips about achieving supercharged orgasms – wowzers!

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We have a great selection of erotica and sex guides both online and in our award-winning shop at 57 Hoxton Square N1 – come check it out!


BookReading Final

Erotic Book Reading: Kay Jaybee & K D Grace

Not one, but TWO award-winning authors will be joining us for an evening of sexy stories (from their books) as well as some funny, unsexy stories  (because there are always things that can’t be unseen) on March 24th.

Kay Jaybee & K D Grace; two peas in a pod, real-life BFF’s and wondrous wordsmiths. Longtime fans of both authors, we are beyond thrilled that they’ll be coming along to Sh!

Enjoy a glass of fizz whilst the authors read and recall anecdotes, and make the most of the trip to this beautiful shop by treating yourself to a new erotic book or thrilling plaything…

Date: Friday 24th March

Time: 6.30-8pm

Address: Sh! 57 Hoxton Square, London N1 6PB

Price: FREE

Book your ticket here: Eventbrite


More about Kay Jaybee

With a background in history and archaeology, Kay Jaybee should be sat in a dusty university library, translating Medieval Latin criminal records, and writing research documents that hardly anyone would want to read. Instead, tucked away in the South West of England, Jenny Kane writes stories with one hand, while teaching creative writing classes for her company, Imagine…, with the other.


Kay spends most of her time in the local coffee shops, where she wrote the novels, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy – The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place, Making Him Wait, and The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Wednesday on Thursday,  Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man, Digging Deep, and A Sticky Situation.

Kay has also written seven anthologies and over 150 short erotic stories – she also writes mainstream fiction as Jenny Kane and medieval crime as Jennifer Ash

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at

Wednesday on Thursday

WednesdayThere are rumours that the coffee guy has “a thing” about words.

Shrugging off her friend’s concern about the way the man in the cafe stares at her every lunch hour, Wednesday can’t see how his love of words could possibly be hazardous.

The fact is, Wednesday rather enjoys being the centre of an attractive man’s undivided attention. His dark blue eyes alone have provided her with many delicious erotic fantasies, a welcome distraction from the pressures of the real world and a dull job.

It’s totally harmless…

…until there’s an accident with a cup of coffee.

After soaking Wednesday with a hot latte, the coffee guy’s attention suddenly becomes far more enticing—and dangerous.

Drawn into a bizarre world of human behavioural research, where crosswords are used to initiate sexual experiments, Wednesday finds herself driven, not by a desire to further scientific research, but by the need to be rewarded for her hard work by the coffee guy’s captivating research assistant.

A stunning redhead by the name of Thursday…

The Perfect Submissive

The Perfect Submisive - new ropeHidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.

Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…

More About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology. She enjoys spending time in the gym – right now she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. She loves to read, watch birds and do anything that gets her outdoors.

K D Grace

KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

Toys for Boys Blurb:

Boys with ToysAlpha nerd Will Charles teams up with Caridoc ‘Doc’ Jones in a coast to coast walk across England reviewing outdoor gift suggestions for the Christmas edition of Toys for Boys—an online magazine dedicated to the latest gadgets to tickle a man’s fancy. Will is recording their adventures with the latest smart phone technology. Doc is reviewing the latest outdoor gear. The two quickly discover the great outdoors provides even better toys for boys, toys best shared al fresco, toys that, in spite of Will’s great camera work, will never be reviewed in Toys for Boys.

In The Flesh Blurb:

kdgrace-itf-finalWhen Susan Innes comes to visit her friend, Annie Rivers, in Chapel House, the deconsecrated church that Annie is renovating into a home, she discovers her outgoing friend changed, reclusive, secretive, and completely enthralled by a mysterious lover, whose presence is always felt, but never seen, a lover whom she claims is god. As her holiday turns into a nightmare, Susan must come to grips with the fact that her friend’s lover is neither imaginary nor is he human, and even worse, he’s turned his wandering eye on Susan, and he won’t be denied his prize. If Susan is to fight an inhuman stalker intent on having her as his own, she’ll need a little inhuman help.

Spaces are limited so make sure to book your place today!




valentine's Reading Slam

Valentine’s Reading Slam

Join us for a fun evening of aural frolics saucy enough to make ears burn and cheeks blush! There will be bubbles whilst you mingle and plenty of time to browse and shop our super collection of sex toys just in time for a fantastic Valentine’s Day.

We have a stellar line up for you: Zak Jane Keir, K D Grace, Charlie Forrest, Exhibit A, The Other Livvy and Ishmael Skyes are all ready with their hottest stories for your pleasure…

Date: Friday 10th February
Time: 6.30pm
Address: Sh! 57 Hoxton Square, London N1 6PB
Price: FREE

The evening is a warm up for V-Day so make sure to book your FREE ticket now and we promise you’ll come away with some great ideas! *wink*

Q&A: Illustrated Books?

Q&A: Illustrated Books?

Hello. I just found your website today. I would like to buy a book that’s more about the illustrations/ pictures than the words. You have so many books, do you have any like this…maybe a graphic novel?

I also want to buy a vibrator. Something soft and maybe not so much vibrating as pulsing. I think. I’ve only ever owned one when I was a teenager and I hated it. I’m thinking the we-pulse or the rabbit ears. I wish I was closer to London so I could visit your shop. I can probably read more of your info about vibrators, but if you could point me towards a book, that’d be helpful.

Hey there,

Many thanks for your email.

We have a couple of graphic novels that might be just what you’re looking for: Kristina – Queen of Vampires and 4 Girlfriends.

Rabbit Ear Vibrator - Used purely for clitoral stimulation, where it thrills the sides of the clitoris..

Many vibrators come with several settings and a good pulsing mode can be fantastic for orgasmic pleasures. The Cute Rabbit Ears Massager has a strong pulse option, and as it is both waterproof and rechargeable, it’s a winner in our eyes. This particular vibe has an ergonomic design and is easy to hold and use with one hand only.

We-Vibe Tango comes with excellent reviews and is a great choice for someone who prefers intense stimulation. It’s a discreet lipstick-style vibe with 8 amazing settings, giving you plenty to explore. USB rechargeable and fully waterproof, We-Vibe Tango is designed to deliver pin-point pleasure.

Love, Team Sh! xx

If you’d like any tailored advice or recommendations, please feel free to drop us a line at and we’ll answer you privately.

We may also share Q&A’s so others may benefit, but if we do it will always be anonymous, with nothing left in to identify you – promise!



Thrills & Chills Erotica

Thrills & Chills Erotica

We know Halloween has been and gone but we’re not quite ready to give up on spooks yet, so today we have no less than TWO thrilling, chilling erotic stories for you!

This first story, Monster Sex by Scandarella, came runner up in our Thrills & Chills Erotic Writing Story Competition (read the winning entry by Mia Midnight here).

Monster Sex is creepy and sexy, and if that’s your thing, you’ll love it!


Monster Sex by Scandarella

If you asked around, most people would tell you that falling asleep in the bath is a dumb move. It’s dangerous. You could drown, or freeze to death, or wrinkle up so much you turn into a raisin and get washed down the plughole, never to be seen again.

Okay, so that last bit isn’t entirely true. Wrinkling up is a thing, sure, but you aren’t in any danger of being swept away to the sewers. But if you fall asleep in the bath on Halloween… well, it isn’t what goes down the plughole you need to worry about. It’s what comes up out of it that should be cause for concern…

I’d chosen to avoid all things to do with All Hallows Eve this year, and had switched off all of the lights, plunging my whole house into darkness. The only light within my walls was coming from the two tea light candles I’d placed on the closed toilet seat, just opposite the bath. One was basic patchouli, the other a mixed fragrance called seafoam. An odd combo, I know, but it worked for me.

Relaxation had never been my strong suit, but I was tired and achy, so it didn’t take long for me to sink deeper into the steaming hot water and drift off, cocooned in billions of fluffy white bubbles.

I dreamt my usual rags to riches, shelf stacker to super-starlet dream of red carpets and rose petals, rudely awaking right before the part where I get offered the lead in the next box office shattering romance.

Two things settled on me at once: I was horny as hell, and something was moving against my right leg, just by the ball chain that held the plug. A roiling mass of bubbles started to churn right above where the plug would be, and the water level began to rise.

Backing up the bath a little, I stared in confusion. The gurgling said the bath was draining, but it was still getting deeper. It took me almost half a minute to decide I should really get my ass out of there, but before I could even put enough weight on my arms to lift myself, something began to coil around my ankles.

I could have screamed. I should have, in fact, but the way whatever it was felt against my skin, clingy, sucky, draggy… I liked it.

A flash of fleshy pink just beneath the surface of the water caught my eye, and I told myself it was just my foot. It wasn’t. I knew that for a fact, because I was completely incapable of getting my foot anywhere near my hips.

Suddenly, something wrapped around my waist and pulled me down into the water. My whole upper body was submerged, leaving only my nose and mouth exposed to the air. The coils around my ankles tightened, pulling my legs apart. They didn’t have to pull very hard. I was a willing participant in whatever this was.

Stinging rushed up my legs as something adhered to my skin then pulled away. They felt like a thousand tiny pairs of lips, and I felt them pop away one at a time, sure they’d be leaving little love-bites in their wake. They were getting closer to the tops of my thighs, pushing them further and further apart until I knew I was gaping wide. Bizarrely, I hoped that whatever it was couldn’t see. I didn’t mind it molesting me, but god forbid it looking upon and judging my untamed pubic wilderness.

One soft sucker wrapped around my clit, and my moan was shockingly magnified by the water that filled my ears. That was heaven enough, but then what felt like dozens of tiny pins started to prickle as the sucker twisted.

Teeth, I thought helplessly. They weren’t pins, they were teeth. That was a truly sickening thought, but it didn’t stop me from grabbing my breasts, from thrusting my groin forward and wriggling in encouragement.

That first tentative probe around my vagina promised good things. It spoke of gentleness, of care and consideration. So my scream almost deafened me when an almost endless, fat thing plunged into my pussy. I felt my belly bulge against my elbow, and screamed again.

In and out, over and over, surging and splashing water into my mouth, up my nose. I was sure I would be drowned, but the thing must have had the same thought. It lifted me quickly, spinning me in the air a foot above the water before dropping me back down.

I saw it, as I turned. At least I think I did. I saw something huge, soft and squishy looking, but with a peculiarly humanoid shaped torso. It wasn’t human, though. No human had enough arms to wrap around both of my arms, both legs, and both breasts while sliding a great length into my pussy, and now another into my mouth.

I gagged and writhed, praying for that one last thing. Pressure at my ass, then sweet penetration. The tentacles – yes, I knew what they were now – thrust in and out of me faster and faster until both they and my entire body convulsed with pleasure. My belly was filling with something salty, and I guessed that the new pumping pressure inside my vagina and ass were the same thing.

The water heaved once more, then I was on my back again, staring at the ceiling. Everything was still, as though nothing had happened. I might have believed that were true, if not for two things. The ache in my belly, and the little pin prick circle shaped love bite, just to the left of my right nipple.

So, if you should take a lonely bath on Halloween, beware. There’s no guessing what lurks beneath your plughole, waiting for a chance to cum out. There might be a thing in your bath, just waiting for you to doze off. But don’t lose too much sleep over it. You never know, when your thing comes for you, you might just like it.

The 2nd runner up, High Five by Angela Garrigan is clever and sexy, and we love how the author made good use of the word Sh!


Sarah felt a hand stroking her side. She moaned softly into her pillow and started to turn over. The hand insisted she stay put.

“But I…”

“Sh.” The hand continued its journey. Soft, insistent strokes traced the shape of her body. Short fingernails occasionally made their presence felt as they left faint, pink lines on her back. She felt her buttocks tighten slightly and then relax as fingers explored every contour and crevice.

Sarah gasped.  The hand teased her from behind before moving to caress her hip.

“Don’t stop, please,”

“Sh.” The hand traced her abdomen, once again the finger nails made their mark. She arched her back slightly as her breasts were stroked and squeezed. She lay still, her eyes closed. Her breathing caught as her nipples reacted to the touch. She squirmed a little as the hand took possession of both nipples at once. The caresses, gentle at first, progressed to more insistent, rougher handling. She moaned softly. She felt her nipples ache for more as the hand relinquished its hold.

“Oh, god, please don’t…” She whispered.


Sarah buried her fingers in the pillow, her breathing was ragged.  She could feel her heart beating. She let out a low growl as she felt the fingernails scrape across and down her stomach. She held her breath. The hand paused. She whimpered. It moved to her hip and continued down. She felt the fingers squeeze her thigh as they traced the shape of it. Rising now toward their goal, Sarah responded to their pressure and shifted to part her legs. Once again she tried to turn, but the hand restrained her.

“I want to kiss you.” She pleaded.

“Sh.” The hand cupped her. Sarah stayed where she was. The fingers travelled up and down, teasing her. She ached for more.



Sarah groaned as she felt the fingers explore her, as they grazed her clitoris and dipped into her wetness. She writhed as the passion built in her. She wanted this to go on forever. She wanted to come.  Every sinew of her being was focused on that hand. Its probing was relentless and Sarah felt like she was losing her mind.

The hand moved and Sarah gasped as two fingers slipped inside her. She answered the thrusts with her body and groaned when a third finger went in. All motion stopped.

“Oh Jesus, don’t stop, oh god…” She was barely able to utter the words.

“Sh.” The fingers began to move, curling inside of her, urging her on. There was a fourth. Sarah couldn’t speak, her breathing was ragged as she ground herself down onto the hand. The world ceased to exist. There was only Sarah and sensation. Only Sarah and the hand that had now balled into a fist inside her. Again, everything stopped. She had never felt anything like this before. She pushed herself onto it, bucking and riding, panting and sweating. She was being fucked like she’d never been fucked before. Every twist and turn, every thrust made her cry out. The passion bordered on delirium. She felt the orgasm build from deep inside of her. She roared as she erupted. She felt herself tighten around the hand as she screamed her release.

She lay there, breathless, unable to speak, unable to move. Waves of pleasure tore through her body, over and over again. Eventually she felt herself let go of the hand.

“That was,”


She felt it slip gently out and cup her, applying slight pressure at the same time. She closed her eyes and felt herself drift.

Sarah stretched. She couldn’t remember ever having such fantastic sex.  Mags must be honing her skills. She smiled to herself.

“I was out for the count last night, I didn’t hear you come in” She reached for her girlfriend. She wasn’t there.

“Mags? Hon, are you making coffee by any chance?” She called as she got out of bed. There was no answer. Sarah grabbed her dressing gown and headed down stairs.

“Mags? You’re missing out babe, come back to bed.” The house was empty.

As she tied the belt on her robe, she noticed the message light blinking on the ansaphone. She pressed the play button.

“Hi sweetie, I’m sorry, but I won’t be back for Halloween after all. There’s been a hitch in production. I’ll call you later. Love you babe.”

Sarah frowned. How could Mags still be on the other side of the world? What the fuck? Who was in her bed this morning? How was someone in her bed this morning? Was it a dream? No, don’t be stupid, of course it wasn’t. She walked slowly back to her bedroom. As she sat on the side of the bed, she noticed a book on the bedside table. She peered at the title.

The Ghost of Shoreditch. She turned it over.

 From the streets of Shoreditch to the mansions of Mayfair, Emily Hepworth plied her trade as a fingersmith. A notorious thief and womaniser, Hepworth vanished in 1888. The discovery of her skeletal remains, minus the right hand, raised speculation. Did she steal from one person too many? Did the killer cut off her hand before walling her up in a crypt in Hoxton? Was it revenge, greed or a jealous lover? Is she the ghost so many women talk about? This book explores her extraordinary life and mysterious death and answers many of the questions that historians have been pondering for decades.

Sarah felt the blood drain from her face as she opened the book. There was an inscription.