Drench The Wench – First Chapter Teaser…#asmsg

Cindy Buttsplash was as dry as a bone. This was not a good thing.  She looked at the young man opposite her and didn’t hold out much hope.

“Look at those puny biceps! I’ve seen more muscle on a newborn. You couldn’t get me wet in a monsoon.”

As the young man raised his arm to throw his third ball, Cindy noticed the determined set of his lips. One second later  and – SPLASH! – she went down faster than a whore in a hurry.

Water drained from Cindy’s nose and she took a moment to catch her breath. She squeezed more water from her hair and laughed. “Not bad.” She climbed back into her chair. It seemed the puny chap had it in him after all.

“Anyone else got what it takes to drench the wench?” she cried. It was a busy morning and she soon forgot about the skinny man.

Just before noon Cindy climbed out of her box and was about to change in the hut behind her stall when she noticed the skinny young man propped casually against a tree.

“Hello,” Cindy said.  She was conscious of her wetness, especially this close to a person as her nipples were clearly visible through her soaked blouse. “Good arm.”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“Do you have a name?”


“Well, nice to meet you, Roger.”

“I was wondering if I could buy you lunch?”

Cindy pointed to her wet clothes. “I should change first, gimme five?”

Roger nodded, though he looked a little disappointed. Cindy laughed. Did he really think she’d walk about the festival dressed as she was?

Cindy slipped into the empty shed and closed the door behind her.  There was just a chair in the room, and on the chair was a small backpack. From inside the bag she pulled a thick, dry towel.  She then took off her blouse, and slipped out of her wet shorts and panties, throwing them casually over the back of the chair.

As Cindy started to dry herself off, she felt the sensation of being watched.  She turned. The door was closed, and the one window had been deliberately blacked out. Yet there was a gaping peephole in the wooden frame around the window, large enough for someone like Roger to peer through. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

“So he likes to watch, does he?” Cindy thought.  She stood proud, her legs apart.  Other than the water that kissed every inch of her skin, she was naked.

Her hands reached up to cup her breasts.  Cindy caressed her breasts gently, and squeezed them so her nipples pointed towards the crack by the window.  She then sucked her right forefinger, and circled the line of a nipple, causing the teat to harden and rise.  “Ooooh,” she teased.

Cindy pretended to be unaware of that watchful eye, but the thought of a man outside the hut excited her. Slowly, she backed up to the hard wooden wall, and propped herself against it. She opened her legs, and her hand slipped down her flat belly to her soaked mass of pubic hair.

Cindy closed her eyes. “Oh Roger, I want you so bad,” she teased. She pressed a finger inside her vagina. She wasn’t only wet on the outside. Her finger sought her clitoris, and she began to gently stroke it.  She moved in slow, focused circles, as she sought the exact rhythm she knew would make her come.

Cindy pictured Roger outside.  The whole world could see him out there.  Did he dare touch himself? She imagined his hard, erect cock, pressed up against the wooden hut. Was he stroking it as he watched? These skinny boys were often well-endowed. She imagined a long shaft, with its glorious head, primed and rampant, in need of a pussy to plow. Would she let him inside her? She hadn’t quite decided yet, but in her fantasy she was going to fuck him to kingdom come.

Cindy felt the heat of her pussy in her fingers.  Her caresses grew faster and more urgent, and her mind focused more and more on Roger’s long skinny dick. She felt him thrust all the way inside her, and the closer she got to orgasm, the deeper she imagined him.

She pictured him on top, both of them thrusting hard, ready for a glorious climax together.  As her orgasm burst free, every inch of her body radiated.  Her butt clenched to intensify the sensation and her knees buckled and quivered. She felt so powerful and wonderful.

Cindy opened her eyes. She knew Roger was still out there, still peeping through that wonderful hole. She sighed, satisfied, and for a moment let her hands wander over her charged body. Her middle fingers glistened from the sticky come still coating them.

Once recovered, Cindy shook herself gently, then stood up straight, grabbed the towel, and dried herself off.

A few moments later, fully dressed, she opened the door.  She was famished and only had a short break for lunch. Roger stood outside, and he’d backed away from the window. Did he really think she hadn’t known he’d been watching?

Cindy looked down at his jogging bottoms and saw the clear outline of a very erect penis.

They walked to the front of the drench the wench tank. “So, did you enjoy the show?” she teased.

“Very much so,” Roger grinned. “You give quite a performance.”

“I aim to please. What do you fancy for lunch?”

Once again, Cindy noticed a determined smile on the edge of the young man’s lips.

“Ladies choice,” he said.  Roger took Cindy’s hand, and together they headed towards the food stalls. “You can have whatever you want.”

First Chapter Sample

SELLING YOUR EROTICA (and all things writey) #asmsg

It starts like this. Your mother passed on her writing genes, so one frosty morning, sick of your tedious, underpaid, under-valued day job, you decide you’re going to be a writer. “Sod it, I can do better than 50 shades of whatever.” Those writey genes kick in and you sit at your desk, and with a grand push, pop out a fair piece of work. Voila – you did it – you’re a writer. You think the hard part is done. Well, bad news my friend. The hard part lies ahead.

You write to a zillion agents to represent your book. Like evil Disney queens they scoff at your feeble masterpiece, and shoo you away with form reject letters that would subdue the spirit of Attila the Hun. Humbled by your own unworthiness, you wander chat rooms and other media sites, seeking truth and wisdom. Before you know it, you’re blogging, giving away freebies, twittering your ass off and through contacts, you eventually find a venue for your book.

At first you sell a few copies to friends, but then the book stalls and nada. Nothing. Tiddly squat. So you ramp up the blogging and twittering until suddenly, these giants take over and you’re at it twenty-four hours a day. And still the book doesn’t sell.

What do you do? Pay a fortune in marketing? Buy a billboard and stalk the shopping malls? (Good luck with that.)

Well, this is me, right now, and all roads of wisdom seem to point in the same direction. The best way to promote your book is to simply write another one. Make a name for yourself. One book will help sell another. Then write another. And get reviews. Good ones. Genuine reviews sell books more than you know. For obvious reasons many readers shy away from an un-reviewed book.

The reality is, this business is not the sparkly, overnight success story we dreamed of, and like good sex, the hard truth is that these things take time. Overnight successes are rare, and what we often see as an overnight success probably took that poor bugger years to achieve.

Trust me, I’m not saying don’t blog and don’t twitter, networking is super important and the social media tools are an invaluable asset. I have made some wonderful friends and contacts through these channels and my knowledge of the business grows because of them. I salute you guys. But do exercise judgement. Balance is everything in all things on this sparkly earth.

So for heaven’s sake – set aside time in your daily doings to write. That was your dream wasn’t it? Don’t put it to bed. Show the world your stuff. Nothing will ever promote you more than your own words in your own special voice. Remember to use it.

Love, Sparkly.
(PS – yes, I see the irony in writing a blog about this ;))

The Miss Lily Daily #ASMSG covers Drench The Wench

And things get better and better. This morning you can find reviews to Drench The Wench in  The Miss Lily Daily under the either the Readers or the Leisure section.  I am so thankful for my friends and contacts. This is a tough business, and their support really helps!  Please follow Lilly at her Twitter addy https://twitter.com/Anonymisslily and follow the link to her daily paper. Thank You, Lilly!


A series of raunchy tales by P J Perryman

A series of raunchy tales by P J Perryman

Drench The Wench – Cover and Links #ASMSG

Naughty Renaissance Fair Mischief

P J Perryman (Sparkly Knickers to her friends) presents – ‘Drench the Wench’ published by  Blushing Books. 

“At the Renaissance Faire, nothing is quite as it seems. And in this delightfully sexy anthology, author PJ Perryman gives readers a shocking glimpse into the steamier side of faire-goers, both human and magical alike. The result? An anthology unlike anything you’ll ever read.

Readers take warning –  “Drench the Wench” is quite a departure from what you usually find offered here at Blushing Books. But the stories are so sexy, so unique and so variable that we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to bring them to you.
From elves who sneak into the faire leather shop after hours to satisfy their curiosity about human sexuality, to a dryad’s mind-blowing sex with a wizard, to the most unusual werewolf encounter you will ever read, this book is one that will make you pant and giggle naughtily in delightful turns.
The stories capture all the beauty and whimsy of the Renaissance Faire atmosphere, so fans of these events will love this book. And if you’ve never donned a bodice, hefted a broadsword or worn a chastity belt for an afternoon of medieval role-play, this is the book to put you in the mood.
WARNING: The ten stories in this book are different. They feature M/F, F/F and M/M and three-way sex, with a smattering of BDSM overtones.”
I totally love, love, love the cover art! Thanks, Blushing,

Blushing Mischief Presents… New Amazon & Other Links #ASMSG

Love Interest in A Parisian Dance

Love Interest in A Parisian Dance

 A Spank In Time

A Spank In Time

 A ‘Spank In Time’ by Blushing Mischief can now be purchased following these links:

Amazon.com A Spank In Time

Amazon.co.uk A Spank In Time

Barnes & Noble A Spank In Time

And, of course, directly from Blushing Books  A Spank In Time

Please buy wherever you feel comfortable.  Let Gabrielle whisper in your ear while you decide…



Love Interest in A Parisian Dance

Love Interest in A Parisian Dance


Meet Gabrielle.  She’s just one of the characters in a new anthology, ‘A Spank In Time,’ recently released by Blushing Books and written by Blushing Mischief.  Blushing Mischief is a collaboration of authors, and I’m proud to be the founding member.  All six stories are beautifully written by very talented young artists, carefully selected to bring you the very best in modern erotica.  Our stories will not only arouse your senses, but will stimulate your mind.

Other character introductions can be found by clicking on the  individual Blushing Mischief Author BlogRoll links found at the very ‘bottom’ of the page. For now, please enjoy my illustration of Gabrielle, the principal character in the short story, ‘A Parisian Dance’.

Best wishes, Sparkly

A SPANK IN TIME – GABRIELLE – A character interview #ASMSG

In honor of  the release of ‘A Spank In Time’ by Blushing Mischief, we thought we’d give you a little look into just who you’ll find within it’s pages of delight.

 A Spank In Time

A Spank In Time

The following is an interview with the enchanting, Miss Gabrielle, who has agreed to take time out from her socializing schedule to be with  us today.

• What or who is the greatest love of your life?

  • The first man I ever dreamed of was Enri.  There’s something mesmerizing about him. Is it to wrong to love an older man? My heart beats a little faster whenever he draws near me, and I get butterflies in my stomach.

• What is your most marked characteristic?

  • I am obedient. I’ve always been so. I feel compelled to do as I’m told.

• What is your greatest regret?

  • Never showing my feelings to Enri. Anyway, if I did he’d think I was just some silly girl. If only he’d think of me differently, I think I could give him so much pleasure.

• Which talent would you most like to have?

  • I’d like to be able to snap my fingers and draw Enri to me. Now, this very moment.

• What is the quality you most like in a man?

  • I like physical beauty, and there is something about Enri’s hands that draw me to them.  His fingers are so well-manicured, and I often imagine what it’d be like, having them on me.

• What is the quality you most like in a woman?

  • Obedience.

• What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

  • Sometimes I’m naughty and think thoughts that would make you blush.  I dare not share them here, Enri might make me show him my answers later.

• What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

  • Virtue itself. Though I’ve guarded my chastity my whole life, I often wonder how it would be to be taken by Enri, to feel those hands on my flesh while mine seek out his. Is that wrong?

• On what occasions do you lie?

  • When I’m naughty, and can’t bear the guilt of it.

• If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

  • I would change whatever I needed to, to make Enri notice me. I’m desperate to be his.

This concludes our interview with the young and tantalizing, Miss Gabrielle. Will Enri notice her, and become the man of her dreams, or will she pine in the shadows, destined to become an old maid? All will be revealed in the brand spanking new anthology, ‘A Spank In Time.’

 A Spank In Time

A Spank In Time

To find out more about the stories in this hot and gorgeous anthology, follow the links below for more interviews from my fellow Blushing Mischief authors:

P.J. Perryman A.C. Masterson A.T Quinn

Jill Glass Sadie Dane Sara Peal

And without further ado, published by Blushing Books and written by Blushing Mischief’s group of talented authors, we present to you, A Spank In Time.


Cover Reveal - A Spank In Time

Cover Reveal – A Spank In Time

Wow!  This fantastic cover was produced by Owlight Designs and the book itself will be launched by Blushing Books on January 19, 2013.  The beautifully written anthology contains six stories contributed by the Blushing Mischief authors, and once you pick it up, you won’t be able to put it down.  More on the stories after the actual launch, but for now, please share my excitement and I hope you’ll enjoy reading A Spank In Time.

A Very Sexy New Year

Franny Barrel2

The shape of things, still to come…

Well here we are in 2013 and once again I find myself, bent over a barrel. Life is good. With a little diligence I’m hoping to pop a new story out every two weeks. For the record, I totally love the character of Franny and hope to share many of her adventures in the weeks to, ummm, come. For now, a very happy New Year to all my followers. May much sexiness fill your lives and play-time parts.

Best wishes, Sparkly Knickers.


Man Spell 5

Witches get very excited on New Year’s Eve, there’s something extra magical about an orgasm at the turn of the year; it’s like a normal orgasm multiplied ten-fold. So as always, my primary mission this holiday was finding a man to have one with.


Things began well, this morning I had a date all set up and things should’ve been plain sailing. But even the best laid plans of witches and men can sometimes hit a stumbling block. Just as I pulled my lacy black stockings over my silky smooth knee the phone rang. Walter, my date was on the other end of the line. “Sorry, something’s come up. Sick cat.” I could guess from the crazy breathing at the end of the line what kind of cat he referred to. Oh well, no matter, I thought – onwards and upwards, as they say.

I hung up the phone and continued dressing. The reflection in the mirror reminded me I had much to be thankful for so I grabbed my sparkly bag, called a taxi and headed down to the big smoke.

“No Walter?” asked Penny, my best friend.

“Nope, he bailed out to take care of a sick pussy.”

“Yes, so I heard,” Penny said. “Never mind, grab yourself something to drink and have fun with the rest of us. We’re not letting that sexy ass go to waste tonight. If nothing else, there’s always the Man Spell.” She winked suggestively.

I smiled a sexy smile and went over to pour myself a whiskey. As the ice jangled in the bottom of the glass I looked up and spotted a rather juicy looking man type standing over by the terrace. It was fairly cold outside, but Penny had placed heaters on the balcony so I slipped through the crowd to join him.

“I believe you’re the infamous Franny Carbunkle” said the handsome stranger. “I’m glad you came over, I’ve heard a lot about you and wanted to say hello.”

“Have you indeed?” I said. He wasn’t bad looking at all, towering over me at a humongous six-foot and with a smile to melt a girl’s knickers off her hips. “I hope it’s all extremely naughty, I would hate to disappoint anyone.”

“On the contrary, I’ve heard nothing disappointing at all. Your friend Penny was telling me all about your specialty.”

“The Man Spell?”

“Yes. Although I’m surprised a beautiful witch like you needs any magical help in that department.”

The stranger ran his hand along the outside of my breast and I felt sparkly electrons shoot down into the pit of my belly. He was so hot.

“Why, thank you,” I smiled. Perhaps I should have played a little harder to get but he was so delicious and I found myself pushing hard against the gentleness of his hand.

“My name is Berty. You know, this might come as something of a surprise, but there’s a Woman Spell too.”

“There is?” Of course, I’d heard of this, but wanted to play along.

“Yes, it’s not used to bend a woman to a wizard’s will it’s used to enhance your sexual pleasure.”

Berty could’ve asked me to fuck him there and then and I’d have tossed my knickers over the balcony. Talking of which, it was at this moment I looked about the place and decided the balcony was an awfully impractical place to take this conversation much further. It was only a few feet wide, and probably would have a lovely view of the fireworks over the park at midnight, but for now, there wasn’t any room for fun and games.

“Well, why don’t we go inside and take a tour of the place. Have you been here before? Penny has some lovely rooms; we should take a look at them.”

“As a matter of fact I have, but would love to tour them with you… for a fresh perspective and all that.”

Berty put his large, masculine hand on my back and I could feel his warmth though the flimsy fabric of my party frock. He caressed my shoulder ever so gently, and that initial contact made my skin tingle and my nipples harden. I could tell from the firmness of his touch and the tone of his voice he was a man who liked to be in control. I totally empathized.

We passed many a happy couple in the growing ensemble, but though we both nodded politely to friends we knew, Berty was clearly in no mood to chit chat. In less than a minute we crossed the living room floor and stood in the dark hallway of my friend’s apartment.

“Wait,” Berty said. He lowered his head and his lips covered mine. He kissed me gently and sweetly, sucking on my lower lip, his hands on my backside, pulling me into a very promising hard cock. “If you and I go through that door, there may be no turning back. I’m a very passionate wizard, with very particular tastes. I might want to do things you may not be used to. You excite me Franny, I can’t deny it, but I need to know you want this as much as I do.”

I took his hand in mine and placed it on my pert little nipple. I leant forward and whispered in his ear. “Can you not sense my desire? Let’s go through and show me what you can do. I want you Berty, I want you bad.”

His mouth smiled broadly, revealing a set of small but perfectly white teeth. He kissed me again, and pressed forward to open the door. I felt him push me gently inside, into the darkness.

I went to turn on the light but Berty stopped me. “I don’t want you to see.”

“But I like watching myself at play,” I said.

“You misunderstand me. I don’t want you to see anything at all.” His hand rose to my breast where he kneaded the soft flesh of my skin. “Will you trust me?”


I don’t know where it came from, but all of a sudden Berty turned me around and began to tie a blindfold over my eyes. When he was done he ran a large finger down the skin of my neck and continued along my collar to the tip of my shoulders.

“Franny, I want to make this New Year’s Eve very special. Stay quiet, ask nothing, and let me pleasure you.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but caught myself in time and simply nodded. “Good girl,” he said. I then felt his strong arms swing beneath me, and he lifted me up and carried me over to the bed. The blanket beneath my skin felt like crushed fur under my fingers, and sensing where I was, I pushed myself up towards the top of the bed.

Then Berty was silent, and I strained my ears, wondering what he was doing. I could hear nothing but the faint noise of the party outside, and I strained to listen, wondering what Berty was up to yet anxious to get started. I knew he’d sat beside me on the bed and for the longest time he did nothing at all. Then, after what seemed an age, I felt his hand on my stocking near the knee. I trembled.

“These look very good on you,” Berty said. I focused on his hand, which neither stroked nor caressed, but remained firm and still. Then ever so slowly, his hand trickled down towards my ankles, where he removed my shiny black shoes. I listened as one after the other hit the carpeted floor with a dull ‘thud.’

Berty then rose from the bed and I heard him mutter a quiet incantation, presumably the Woman Spell he’d spoken of earlier. At once, I felt an intense heat throughout my body and my breasts fell hot and heavy. As for my pussy, it felt electrified, as if I were moments from the explosion of an orgasm. I groaned out loud.

“Oh my dear, I think we’ll be hearing a lot more of that.”

Berty’s hand cupped my ankles, and then I felt him caress my shins until he reached my knees. With a hard jolt he pulled me down to the edge of the bed, leaving my knees bent so my pussy was just inches from him. I pushed my heels down into the mattress, expecting him to remove my panties, but he left them on for the moment, and instead ran his hands gently along my thighs and across my belly. From the angle of his hands I guessed he was now on his knees, a thought confirmed when he kissed the inside skin of my thighs, just below my knickers.

I wanted him them, and my hand reached down to his head, eager to steer him in the direction I wanted him to go.

“Not so fast, pretty Franny,” Berty said. “It’s early yet and I’d like your big bang to go off at midnight.”

I groaned, not from pleasure but at the idea of being made to wait so long. Berty was soon back down running his naughty fingers along the line of my panties, and every now and then he’d catch a small hair, and the sharp pain sent arrows of pleasure along my spine, causing me to arch and grunt like the wanton harpy I could sometimes be.

Just when I could stand it no longer, two strong hands reached up and flipped me over onto my stomach, and pulled my knickers down leaving my bottom vulnerable and exposed. Perhaps inches from his face, I soon felt his warm breath on my butt cheeks as he nibbled and kissed each one in turn. He pulled my bum up into a most awkward position, his hand running up and down it, as if mapping my shape in his palms. And then he slapped me, and I shrieked.

“Now, now, my naughty witch, take your punishment like a good little girl and you’ll get a big reward soon enough.”

I turned to look blindly back at him but was rewarded with another hard smack. My bottom was on fire as the blood rushed to the place he’d slapped, but my reward was sweet when his big fingers slid down the cracks of my butt to the secret forest of womanhood below. He caressed my outer lips, and just as I was about to share my satisfaction with an appreciative murmur, he slapped me harder than before, and then once again plunged down to the wet area between my thighs.

My pleasure and pain was intensified by the Woman Spell. I came close to tears as this pattern continued for some time; each time the slap was harder, and each time he pushed deeper into my wet chasm, first one finger, then another, then three. I sensed how wet his digits had become as he slithered in and out of me and his sticky hand left a trail of hot pussy juice on my spanked butt.

Just when I thought I could take it no longer, Berty spread my legs wide apart and pushed my butt higher up into the air. He began to simultaneously suck my engorged clitoris and probe my pussy and behind with his chubby fingers. Every time I came close to coming he’d stop sucking me, shifting his focus to the outer folds of my vulva, his caresses bringing me down gently. When I was calm again his greedy lips would return to feast on my button, sucking and probing, sucking and probing, until the pleasure was so intense the tears did come.

“I know you want me to fuck you,, but you must be patient, Franny. All will come in good time.”

It was torture now, every fiber of me was on fire, and I became almost afraid to come, afraid of the intensity of the inevitable explosion. Outside the party was reaching its zenith, and so was I, and I was afraid of going over the edge.

A few seconds before the clock announced the countdown to a new year, Berty turned me over, and sucked and prodded and probed until, at last, I could contain myself no more, and my orgasm came. The sap rose in me like a wakening volcano, and when the lava burst I screamed so loud it was a wonder half the household didn’t run to my rescue. The clock continued to chime, and I felt Berty climb on top of me and slipped in the largest cock I’d ever known. He pushed my knees back into my belly and fucked me so hard I would have split in two if I hadn’t been lost in the throes of my own ecstasy.

On the twelfth chime the roaring celebrations of the New Year could be heard outside, but even the screams and exploding fireworks were soon lost under Berty’s cry as he pumped his lovely semen into my vibrating body. In all my life, I’d never experience mutual release at once so united and intense.

Fully clothed apart from one pair of liberated panties, I felt the soft fabric welt under my sweaty skin, and I dreaded getting up and showing myself to the crowd. It didn’t help when Berty’s enormous frame collapsed on top of me in a contented heap. Fortunately, he was conscious of his weight and he rolled gently off to one side.

Still under the magic of the Woman Spell, I felt the sap rise in me again as he playfully pinched my nipple through the sheer fabric of my party dress. His strong arm reached behind my head and gently untied the blindfold.

“Was it good for you?” Berty laughed.

“I had no idea,” I said. My breathing was labored and I felt my breasts heave and fall with the exertion of it all. Berty watched as my chest rose up and down, mesmerized by the movement of my nipples.

“I love to see the New Year in with a bang,” Berty said.

I laughed. “I closed my eyes and would swear I saw rockets going off in my head.”

“Not your head, my angel. I’d look a little further south.” Berty smiled and wrapped my small hand inside his. “Thank you,” he said. He kissed each of the digits, and then turned my hand to kiss the palm. “But unlike the rockets outside, I could perform at least one more time tonight. How did you like the Woman Spell?”

“Pass me your wand.”

Berty retrieved a ten inch wand lost in the folds of the blanket and handed me his prize possession. I felt honored, not many wizards would allow such a liberty.

I pointed his wand at my belly and leaning into him, asked him to repeat the words of the spell. He smiled, and as he took the wand from my hand I answered truthfully. “Oh I liked it, Berty. I liked it very much. Happy New Year to you, and thank goodness for the Woman Spell.” And with that I kissed him on the lips, and slid slowly down the sheets to show my true appreciation.