It’s my pleasure to host the very lovely, and hugely talented, Kay Jaybee, chatting about the power of ‘sexy words’. You know the ones: those we can’t say out loud (or even think) without a certain twitch coming to the lips. It’s not always the obvious words either. As Kay reveals, even those seemingly innocent can have startling effect, depending on how we say them…
Over to Kay, exploring her wicked delight in language, and telling us about her latest release, Wednesday on Thursday.
“I’m fascinated by words. Their origins, the way we use them and the power they have. Words are, without doubt, the most powerful weapons on earth. Used thoughtlessly, they can cause great hurt and harm; break hearts, minds and start wars. Used well, the results can be beyond rewarding.
My new novella, Wednesday on Thursday was born from my belief in the power of words and from a curiosity I have in the phenomena that is human sexual behaviour. What could happen, I wondered, if someone became obsessed with how individuals react to certain words when used in certain situations? Certain erotic situations.
I won’t pretend that this concept wasn’t a hell of a challenge. The idea remained neglected and scribbled in one of my many notebooks for months before I worked out how to deliver it. I couldn‘t simply write about someone who spent hours sat on the edge of a bed listing off kinky words to someone in a state of undress.
I needed a story.
I wanted a way to make the words we associate with sexual activity more interesting and erotically charged than they already are…and I wanted those words to be delivered in a manner that was accessible and understood by everyone – before I twisted it.
And then I saw him.
There was a man sat in the corner of my local coffee shop. He had a very particular sort of smile on his face as he bent over his newspaper, an espresso in one hand, and a pen in the other. There was something about him that told me his mind was full of images that had nothing at all to do with the newspaper crossword he’d started.
His expression, the strong smell of coffee, and his partly completed crossword, started something snowballing in my imagination…
Words turn me on. Intelligence turns me on even more…
I immediately returned to my notebook and asked myself what might happen if a man with a fascination for reactions to words orchestrated his ideas through a serious of experiments. Experiments conducted via crossword puzzles and quizzes.
Suddenly I had a hero who was a crossword puzzle freak – a man consumed with discovering how erotic words make women tick.”
There 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…
Extract from Wednesday on Thursday
Sat at her usual table, stirring a spoonful of sugar into her latte, Wednesday began her daily cycle of speculation. Who was he? Did he come into the cafe at other times and fixate on other customers? What was going through his mind while he observed her so intently? Why didn’t it bother her?
Most men noticed Wednesday’s chest first; some opted for checking out her arse. A rare few went further with their assessment, and engaged her in conversation before they tried their luck.
But not this man; the one she referred to as the coffee guy.
With a double shot espresso in his hand, the first time he’d set eyes on Wednesday, the coffee guy had started with an unashamed assessment of her chest, then, over a period of several weeks, studied her from the top of her head to the toes of her shoes.
Instinct told Wednesday to avoid the coffee guy at all costs. The way he examined her with his enquiring midnight blue eyes was so unsettling. And yet…
Whenever Wednesday walked into the cafe she frequented during her lunch break, the coffee guy would be there. From the moment she took her first step through the door, his focus would shift from his drink to the queue of customers, where it would become fixed upon her.
She thought she’d imagined it at first, but as time had gone by, Wednesday had become increasingly convinced it really was her he was watching.
It had crossed her mind that maybe she should be scared, that this man could be some sort of voyeuristic stalker. But Wednesday didn’t feel threatened; just intrigued and aroused, although she wasn’t sure why.
Only once had he spoken to her.
A swapped lunch break with her friend Carol had placed Wednesday behind the coffee guy in the queue.
Her coffee had already been in her hand when he’d stepped back and accidentally knocked into her, spilling the beverage down her front in a breathtaking cascade of wet heat.
Wednesday had watched helplessly as the liquid seeped through her black shirt, ran down her purple pencil skirt, and travelled on an unstoppable route into her boots.
Too stunned to talk, she’d tugged the wet material of her shirt outwards, not caring that she might be giving the world a generous view of her cleavage.
‘Wednesday, are you okay?’ The barista behind the counter had rushed to her side, pushing a wad of paper napkins into her hands. ‘You can use the staffroom if you like. There are spare T-shirts in there. Help yourself.’
Feeling like an unwilling contestant in a wet T-shirt competition, Wednesday had rushed towards the door marked Staff Only.
It was only once she’d walked into the staffroom that she realised the man who’d caused the accident had followed her.
‘Your name is Wednesday?’
‘I find that rather pleasing.’
Then, without a word of apology for ruining her clothes and potentially scalding her, the coffee guy had disappeared.
All Wednesday had been left with was the lingering blaze of his navy blue eyes, which had heated her flesh just as much as the spilt drink…
All this word-ish thinking makes me wonder what your favourite sexy word is?
I have a few – but the one that really ‘does it’ for me is unbuttoning. Unzipping is a close second- and I rather love the word please – said in the right way you understand!
Many thanks for letting me visit today.
More about the author
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO, and received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards in 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has written over 150 erotic stories, including Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector, (KDP, 2016), The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013).
Details of Kay’s short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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