Kiersten Krum Tumbles Along
Manservants ‘R Us

Manservants ‘R Us

by Kiersten Hallie Krum

I’d planned an entirely different post today and then this crossed Twitter feed.


Um. Wow. And also…What?!

I went from GIMME to CREEPY in a New York minute, but then I settled down to read the particulars and turned fully into hmmmmm. This is what snagged my attention: “That’s when we realized male-strippers…

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ladies and gentlemen: jamie fraser’s fine arse

Goodbye, Summer; Hello, Year Two!

Goodbye, Summer; Hello, Year Two!

I put all the ingredients and the mixer on the bottom shelves so that my friend here can make me a cake.

I put all the ingredients and the mixer on the bottom shelves so that my friend here can make me a cake.

By Alexa Day

The meteorologists say that this is the last full day of summer, and my own calendar tells me that next week marks my first anniversary as part of the Lady Smut crew. In celebration of both, I’ll be taking today off. While I’m away, I encourage you to make the most of the fine…

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"You’ve never seen a naked woman before?"
"Not one that’s mine."

Sexy Saturday Round-Up

Hello, Sexy! Sit back, relax, you are going to be here awhile. We’ve got some great posts line up for your reading pleasure.

From Liz Everly:

The scoop with Ellora’s Cave.

15 places to stroke your man.

On pacing your book.

From Elizabeth:

What one woman learned from not shaving her armpits for a month.

Decisions, decisions. What type of threesome is best for you?

Don’t call this gal a gold digger

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Dance Your Kink

Big Book of Submissionby C. Margery Kempe

Big props to my Lady Smut colleagues for helping to celebrate The Big Book of Submission. I could not be more pleased! Or exhausted. The jetsetting life is fatiguing if you’re also a working stiff.


So battling fatigue, pining for the good life, wishing I were still in Sopot while mounds of work glare at me and my colleagues mutter under their breath, here’s another…

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From Lolita to Brolita: Getting Your Girly Kink On with Otaku

From Lolita to Brolita: Getting Your Girly Kink On with Otaku

Big Book of Submission

Click on photo to buy.

by Madeline Iva

It’s our week of Kink at  This theme week was brought to you by the letter K.

No, just kidding.  We’re celebrating the release of THE BIG BOOK OF SUBMISSION (Our very own C. Margery Kempe has a short story included in the anthology.)

But first, a word about Kink &  We walk a fine line with sexy here at the blog.  When considering…

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Before I start writing: This is a magnificent work of genius. I can see it sprawled open in my mind and it is perfect. All I need to do is write it down.
After I open a blank document: I have two half-sentences and an emoticon. There is nothing else in my brain.


Oh. Yeah.



Oh. Yeah.


When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. 

Yes. THIS MOMENT. The moment I saw this moment, I knew this show was going to be the best thing ever.






What could POSSIBLY be in the TINY BACKPACK?!

cat nip dime bag and a list of people to kill

Oh my giddy aunt, THE CUTENESS!!

Outlander 1x03 "G’nite"

This scene. This is where he lets her see how he feels. For once, he doesn’t care if she knows, he *wants* her to know. And she sees it but dodges. And then that smile he gives her at the end is so “I got your number, lady.”

Gah, so much subtext and so charged and *hot* and foreshadowy, and did I mention hot?

Jamie staring at Claire when she’s not looking. [1x03]

Yes. THIS.

"There was another reason. The main one." Reason? I said Stupidly. Why I married you."“Because I wanted you." He turned from the window to face me. "More than I ever wanted anything in my life," he added softly. I continued staring at him, dumbstruck. Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn’t this. Seeing my openmouthed expression, he continued lightly. "When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman’" I started toward him, and he backed away, talking rapidly. "I said to myself, ‘She’s mended ye twice in as many hours, me lad; life amongst the MacKenzies being what it is, it might be as well to wed a woman as can stanch a wound and set broken bones.’ And I said to myself, ‘Jamie, lad, if her touch feels so bonny on your collarbone, imagine what it might feel like lower down…’" He dodged around a chair. "Of course, I thought it might ha’ just been the effects of spending four months in a monastery, without benefit of female companionship, but then that ride through the dark together"—he paused to sigh theatrically, neatly evading my grab at his sleeve—"with that lovely broad arse wedged between my thighs"—he ducked a blow aimed at his left ear and sidestepped, getting a low table between us-"and that rock-solid head thumping me in the chest"—a small metal ornament bounced off his own head and went clanging to the floor—"I said to myself…" He was laughing so hard at this point that he had to gasp for breath between phrases. "Jamie…I said…for all she’s a Sassenach bitch…with a tongue like an adder’s …with a bum like that…what does it matter if she’s a f-face like a sh-sh-eep?" I tripped him neatly and landed on his stomach with both knees as he hit the floor with a crash that shook the house. "You mean to tell me that you married me out of love?" I demanded. He raised his eyebrows, struggling to draw in breath. "Have I not…just been…saying so?”

That 5th GIF is one of my favorite Jamie moments. You can practically hear him thinking “is she..nope, she really means just the wound. great, so that’s just me and my hand tonight. Again.” but in Gaelic, natch.

Jamie…appreciation post

Oh. My.