Monthly Archives: May 2015

The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, vol.1

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It’s ebook release day for The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty Thirty, vol. 1which is pretty damn exciting. I’ve got two stories in this anthology, which began as an audio collection narrated by the magnificent Rose Caraway of The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast, but quickly expanded to include other formats. So, you can get this baby in ebook now, and in print and audiobook formats very soon.

In honor of the great unleashing (because this anthology is so powerfully sexy, “unleash” feels more appropriate than “release”) I have a couple of excerpts for you. The first, from “Barcelona” you can read right HERE. It was first featured in The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions, edited by Barbara Cardy, and I’m very happy that it’s gotten fresh life in Rose Caraway’s collection.

“Barcelona” is also featured right now on the KMQ, so you can hear Rose read the whole thing by clicking HERE.

The second is from a story that’s exclusive to this anthology called “The Reader and Her Books”. I love this story, mostly because my fetishistic love of books got to come out and play when I wrote it. Here’s a little taste.

From “The Reader and Her Books”

“Hey, Alexa. What’s in the closet?”

Lexy widened her eyes in that vague, innocent way she’d learned from watching Marilyn Monroe. It was Lexy’s secret weapon—that and the fact that she looked like Marilyn Monroe.

“What closet?”

Her boyfriend, John, smiled.

“That one. You know…the only one in the room.”

Lexy blinked and angled her head.

“Oh! That one? I don’t know…stuff?”

Lexy giggled so that her breasts bounced beneath her robe. It was a calculated move. Lexy’s tits were her greatest asset. In fact, Lexy tits were glorious in ways that poets had once written epics about. John’s eyes drifted lower and she giggled again, gratified when his cock stirred beneath her pretty pink sheets. Then, with obvious effort, John looked away. Lexy sighed. He was a focused sort of person, not easily distracted by what someone had once called Lexy’s “greatest gift.”

“Seriously, Lex. We’ve been dating for five months. What’s in there? A dungeon or something? Have you got all your exes stacked up in there like a pretty, blonde Bluebeard?”

Lexy shrugged, pretending she didn’t know who Bluebeard was.

“I dunno,” she said. “Just a bunch of stuff. You can take a look if you like.”

Inwardly, Lexy flinched. That might have been a mistake…. John sat up, like a hound scenting a fox. Yeah, she thought. Mistake.

With a coy little smile, she slipped her robe off and let it drop to the floor. Lexy naked was the only thing more distracting than Lexy in a robe, and she was banking on good lust to get his mind off that door. Sadly, it didn’t work. Despite his now fully erect cock, John got out of bed on put on his rumpled slacks.

“Really? You’ll let me have a look?”

Lexy’s pulse spiked. Sometimes she was so dumb she wanted to strangle herself. Still, she somehow managed to keep her expression open and sweet.

“Um…yeah. Sure.”

Lexy tossed her curls beguilingly over one eye. Then she shimmied across the room and pressed her creamy, naked self into his suddenly wary frame.

“Of course you can take a look. But first, we could…you know….”

Lexy snuggled until she felt his cock against her hip. He was already nice and hard. Pressing her advantage, she brushed her fully pouty lips against his. John sucked in a breath and kissed her with semi-awkward passion. Then he took a firm step back.

“Wow, babe,” he said, still distracted. “You know I always want to…. You know, but….” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I want to see what’s in there more.”

Lexy wrestled her face into a kittenish pout. Time to bring out the big guns.

“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck,” she asked biting her lip, while stroking his hard-on through his pants.

No one with a blushy, baby doll voice should know how to say fuck like that, and yet, goddamn, she did. John closed his eyes. Then, with a strength of purpose Lexy should have known to expect, he removed her hand from his crotch.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m sure.”

Lexy’s shoulders sagged.

“Okay.”

If you’d like to download your copy of The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty Thirty, vol. 1 click the link right HERE

Review: Tie Me Up

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Tie Me Up: A Binding Collection of Erotic Tales, edited by F. Leonora Solomon. Riverdale Avenue Books. (April 2015)

I’ve been looking forward to writing this review for awhile. Tie Me Up is the sort of anthology I especially enjoy – disparate stories from all sorts of authors, both new and experienced, linked by a common theme. In this case, the theme is bondage, which on the surface might seem like fairly well traveled territory, but the sheer variety in this anthology proves that there are about a million different ways for someone to get tied up.

As with all anthologies, I loved some stories more than others, but this isn’t a reflection of quality so much as it is of personal taste. Every story in here is good and shown to its best advantage, a testament to F. Leonora Solomon’s skills as an editor. I also appreciated the variety in style and pairings from raucous m/m’s and intense f/f’s to haunting group scenarios and anything-but-traditional m/f’s. There are stories in here with a comic twist and stories that will pull you right to the edge of your seat, but regardless of style and tone, all of them are sexy as hell, so much so that I’d be willing to bet money that at least one story (and probably more than one) will punch your buttons hard.

So, which stories did I love? Like the anthology itself, it’s a pretty varied assortment. “Pierced” by Annabeth Leong was a standout both for the subtlety in the dynamic between the two female lovers, as well as for the way Leong incorporated piercings into rope play. Annabeth Leong balances kinky perfection with emotional accessibility, making you identify with her characters even if what you’re reading isn’t your kink, and that’s massively arousing in a whole different way.

“Femme Soumise” by VC surprised me in the most wonderful way. It’s all about the unfolding of a new D/s relationship between a Domme and a lovely, very long haired submissive. The lack of stereotyping with both characters kept the story fresh and sexy, while the bondage played out with a playful kind of inevitability that made me smile a wicked, wicked smile.

Which brings me to “For Her Own Good” by Salome Wilde. For the sake of full disclosure I have to say that Salome Wilde is one of those writers I automatically jump to when I find out she’s in an anthology. I love her writing for many reasons, one of the largest being that her voice is so fluid and convincing that she can write about anything and make it hot. (Seriously. She even made Godzilla hot). “For Her Own Good” is set in a harem and features the sort of group play that could have fallen flat in the hands of a less skillful writer, but under Ms. Wilde’s command, the material jumps to crazy perfect life. I loved this story so much that all I’ve got is *gush*.

On the opposite side of the spectrum from a historical harem is Cheryl Kaye’s absolutely lovely, contemporary tale, “Birthday Knots.” Ms. Kaye is newer on the erotica-writing scene, but “Birthday Knots” reads like it was written by a seasoned pro, proof that she is a writer to watch out for. I don’t want to spoil too much because a large part of what caught me up was watching this particular situation play out, but I will say this – it’s one of the sweetest, hottest, most I-wish-I-had-been-there threesomes I’ve read in a long time.

Finally, there’s “By a Thread” by the incredibly talented Jane Gilbert. Ms. Gilbert, like Salome Wilde, is a writer whose work I am almost guaranteed to love. She brings detail and tone to the next level, from her tremendously effective use of the 2nd person POV, (the “oh pet” in the opening paragraphs killed me) to the light handed way she uses small, telling details to increase the tension in a scene. And I do mean “scene”. Ms. Gilbert writes D/s with a facility few writers have, and her instinctual understanding of both halves is on full display in this story when she alternates POV between the submissive and the Dom. The effect is incredibly sexy – the reader is immersed in the experience like a very well hidden voyeur.

I could go on and on, but these are the five stories that stood out for me in a collection full of excellent work. If bondage is your thing and you’d like to discover new writers while enjoying the work of established favorites, I can’t see how you would be able to resist Tie Me Up.