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New Release: Dollymop

51vle-LgzDLI’m going to be upfront here. Even under the best of circumstances, I’m terrible at promotion. It’s ridiculous – sort of like the professional equivalent of my epic inability to accept a compliment. The problem with that is that when I can’t accept a compliment it’s just awkward for me and the lovely person saying nice things. When I fail on the promotion front, it often means that other writers and their very good work go unacknowledged, and that’s not right. Hence this post.

Nearly three years ago, I submitted a story to Rachel Kramer Bussel for an as-of-yet unnamed anthology themed around female fantasies. I remember rifling through a lot of ideas at the time but what I finally wrote surprised me.

“Dollymop” is about a woman who doesn’t fantasize about fun stuff like threesomes or public sex. She fantasizes about loving herself. Or rather, she fantasizes about loving her bony, too-thin body. She gets fitted for a corset unable to imagine how it could work with her tiny breasts and narrow hips. But it does work. It works beautifully. And the experience changes her relationship with her body in a tactile, sexual way.

“Dollymop” is one of the first erotic stories that I wrote from an openly personal perspective. While it is entirely fictional, the protagonist’s struggle with her body image is one that I’ve had for years. And her experience with corsets mirrors how pivotal they were in my own sexual awakening.

There aren’t many editors who would choose to put a story like “Dollymop” into an erotica anthology, which is why I’m grateful to Rachel Kramer Bussel for including it in Begging for It, recently out with Cleis Press. As with all of her anthologies, the stories run from sweet and reflective to joyfully filthy and everything in between. But what they all have in common is a respect for what women, as individuals, want, and that’s something I am incredibly proud to promote.

Excerpt: from “Dollymop”

“So,” Cat said, as they meandered around the showroom. “If you could be anything, what would it be?”

“Beautiful,” Faye blurted out, before covering her mouth with her hands. Cat stopped walking and looked up at her. Even in her platform boots, Cat was half-a-head shorter than Faye.

“You know you are, right?”

Faye shook her head, mortified.

“No…that’s not what I mean.”

Cat looked at her, waiting, giving her space. If this was part of how she sold corsets, Faye thought, she was very good at her job.

“I mean, that I want to feel beautiful. I want to feel sexy. Like…like a woman, I mean. I’m not…look at me. I’ve got no curves.”

To her utter humiliation, Faye felt like she was going to cry. Cat pulled a little square of silk out of her pocket and handed it to her.

“You know, honey, a corset isn’t going to do that.”

Faye’s heart shrank. Seeing the look on her face, Cat went firmly on.

“Let me start again. What I mean is, a corset can give you curves—hell, it can do things to your body that will make you fall in love—but it can’t make you feel beautiful. You’ve got to do that yourself. Right?”

Faye nodded. “Right. I know.”

“But,” Cat went on with a cheeky grin, “I’ve got something that will goddamn help you get there. The Dollymop.”

“The Dollymop?”

“The Dollymop. C’mon. Take a look.”

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If you’d like to get your hands on a copy, you can find Begging for It HERE.

 

Superotica Advent Calendar: Day 22

Medieval woman in ermine

Art by Percy Anderson

By now, it’s no secret that I love Christmas. For an agnostic/atheist, (I go either/or because neither label feels quite right), I start to feel festive in the middle of November and keep gearing up right up to the 25th. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy what has become an annual tradition in the erotica / sex blogging community – Tamsin Flowers’s Superotica Advent Calendar.

It’s a little different every year, and 2015 is no exception. This year she invited a handful of writers to contribute, and then opened up the rest of the calendar to submissions. The result has been pretty fantastic – a month full of work by established pros and promising newcomers covering everything from romance to filthy, hot fucks and achy D/s.

My contribution is a story I’ve had rattling around in my head since last Christmas when Rose Caraway asked me to contribute a story for her XXXmas edition of the KMQ podcast. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is my favorite medieval narrative – one that I’ve always thought would lend itself really well to an erotic adaptation – but it wouldn’t come together last year, so I wrote this instead, a slightly silly, but kind of endearing (I hope) retelling of A Christmas Carol.

Fast forward to this November when Tamsin asked me if I wanted to contribute to the calendar. I immediately thought of the Gawain story, but what had begun as a light, tongue-in-cheek bit of porn called “The Green Knight” had become, over the 12 months I’d let it sit, something a little more serious, with a little more bite. “The Green Lady” was no longer about a sexy, morally embattled knight, but, rather, the woman sent to tempt him. Click HERE or on the image above to read it. I hope you enjoy. And if you’ve missed the rest of the calendar, definitely check it out – there’s some amazing, and really hot, work in there.

Lastly, but certainly not least, if you have been enjoying the Superotica Advent Calendar, please consider donating to a homeless shelter or charity. Tamsin has provided links to two in the UK and one in the US –  Crisis, The Albert Kennedy Trust and the Coalition for the Homeless.

Or, if you have your own favorite charity, please consider donating there. Christmas is a wonderful time of year for many of us, but there are still a lot of people for whom circumstance hasn’t been so kind….

And finally, I want to wish everyone a peaceful, merry Christmas. May the holidays bring you comfort, joy and lots of sexy, good things.

xx.M

New Release: LZ

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Halloween is the release day for a project that I am both humbled and proud to be part of. Libidinous Zombie (#LZ) is Rose Caraway’s erotic horror anthology. It pushes at boundaries both in writing and in life, and gleefully breaks pretty much every convention in the genre. To quote the blurb:

This book is erotic. This book is horrifying. This book is cunning.
This book is edgy, seductive, violent, fiendish, indecent, and unfair.
This collection is a work of fiction. Consider yourself trigger warned.

Quick Note: Remittance Girl wrote an excellent post explaining what, exactly, a libidinous zombie is. I would recommend reading it – it’s fascinating. It will also allay zombie-oriented fears. There’s only one zombie story in this collection and it’s brilliant (this coming from a woman who got nervous watching Sean of the Dead).

“Alice in the Attic”, the story I wrote for #LZ, has been germinating for twelve years. It started as a sort of dark fairy tale about a little girl who has cobwebs for hair, but it never went anywhere. I wasn’t prepared to take it where it needed to go. Over the years, it went through various iterations, some fay, others less so, but I couldn’t shake the sense that I wasn’t telling the story. Eventually I set it aside.

When Rose Caraway asked me if I wanted to contribute to this collection I thought of “Alice in the Attic” for the first time in years. After simmering for so long, the story felt more substantial. Alice was more than just a fairy tale concept. She was more than a little girl with sentient hair. She was darker, meaner, more raw, filthy, clever, wise and frightening. She had a history. She had suffered. In short, she had grown up. But in order to write the story as it needed to be written I needed to be able to go to places that are not romantic. They aren’t even civilized.

Revenge, injustice, predation, sexual obsession, madness, compulsion, manipulation, death…. All that sexy stuff. I say that somewhat ironically, but I’m actually quite serious. It’s a different kind of erotic, one that happens when civility cracks and biology takes over. It’s not pretty. In fact, it’s fucking filthy. And because it’s fucking filthy, it’s really fucking hot…if that’s your cup of tea.

“Alice in the Attic” is my cup of tea, and it’s an honor to have it in a collection that embraces the wrong, the frightening and the deeply sexual without the boundaries of convention.

I’ve written quite a few pieces that will never see the light of day because there is no place for them in the market, but Rose Caraway deliberately created a context free of the rules that define the genre. This collection makes its own way. It’s uncomfortable and intelligent and incredibly hot. It’s a beautiful fucking monster.

Alice Blk Bkgnd FBFrom “Alice in the Attic”:

Adler froze as her breathing hitched, no longer quiet, but striving and broken by throaty, frustrated moans.

Patient shows signs of nymphomania. Has pronounced tendencies towards sexual self-abuse.

He’d seen those words the day before, written in crabbed, fading ink, but he remembered them like a slap as he felt his body respond. It was only when his cock bulged against his trousers that he realized how compromised he was.

“Alice,” he said, as she writhed in the chair. “Miss Mulgrave? You must stop. You are agitating yourself.”

Dark eyes flew open and locked on his. Adler stepped back, shocked by the look on her face. It was full of rapacious promise, like a wolf scenting prey. But the impression didn’t last. He’d barely absorbed it when it was papered over by a rueful smile. Then she flipped down her skirt and stood to greet him, calm and self-possessed.

“You must be Dr. Adler. Alice has told me about you. I’m Miss Mulgrave.”

Instead of curtseying as Alice had, Miss Mulgrave extended her hand. Adler froze and stared at her fingers, which glistened with the juices of where they had been. Seeing his discomfort, she snatched her hand away.

“Forgive me,” she said. “One forgets.”

Then she slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, smiling calmly as she did.

Adler swallowed, reacting as much to her calm as to the sight of her working her fingers with brutal, sensual force. When she was finally satisfied, she offered him her hand again. Adler took it gingerly with his.

“Em…yes. I’m Dr. Adler. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Mulgrave. Are you prepared for our first session?”

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Review: Show Yourself To Me by Xan West

Cover for Show Yourself to MeThere are authors I read because I want to escape, and there are those I read because I want to do the opposite. Xan West is one of the latter. I’ve admired West’s work since I read their story in one of the first erotic anthologies I was ever published in. When I had the good fortune to meet West at a reading for that book’s release, I was not only charmed, but deeply impressed. Xan West is one of the most aware human beings I’ve ever met, and that awareness runs through every line they write.

Reading Show Yourself to Me, Xan West’s new collection for Go Deeper Press, was the sort of experience I’ve come to expect from reading their work – deeply affecting and, in many ways, transcendent. The characters that populate these stories are so unflinchingly realized that they are, at times, painful in their humanity. And therein lies the beauty of this collection – it is a raw, glorious slice of what it is to be human. You don’t have to be kinky, queer, trans, dominant, submissive or sexually fluid in any way to relate to these characters or the situations they navigate. You simply have to be a person open to feeling.

There are a lot of ways one could read this collection. It covers multiple issues with a political awareness, hierarchical sensitivity and sexual fluidity that is, quite frankly, stunning. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I could write essays on these stories, but, for the purposes of this review, I’m going to narrow my focus and talk about one of the things I loved best about this collection – West’s portrayal of D/s dynamics. In fact, I’ve never seen such a beautiful array of strong bottoms and vulnerable tops in one book before.

Whether it’s the dominant narrator reminiscing about his first experiences as a bottom in “Missing Daddy”, the top switching for a special and very trusted dom in “My Will”, a top recovering from a terrible break-up in “First Time Since” or the dominant narrator’s complicated relationship with his own nature in “My Precious Whore”, West gives us people, not labels. As a dominant woman attracted to strength in submissives, I saw myself in more than a few of these stories, and was relieved to read the longing, vulnerability and ethical struggle that often goes unacknowledged in popular portrayals of tops. But then, I would be an idiot to expect anything less from Xan West.

I’m the first to admit that I’m attracted to emotional catharsis and difficult works, and I would be lying if I said that this is the sort of collection you fly through and put down unchanged. For all the intense vulnerability and humanity in these pages, these stories  are raw, filthy, violent and fucking sexy. It is, quite literally, the whole package as far as the human experience goes.

If you are interested in deeply considered, politically aware erotica that is as edgy as it gets, I can’t recommend Show Yourself to Me enough. And I would likewise recommend looking Xan West up at their site, Kink Praxis, especially if this collection leaves you hungry for more information. There are few kink practicers as ethically committed as West. Combine that with their ability to write surgically perfect prose while slicing into the emotional guts of a piece and you couldn’t ask for someone more qualified to write sex, power and the human experience.

Book Description:

In Show Yourself to Me: Queer Kink Erotica, Xan West introduces us to pretty boys and nervous boys, vulnerable tops and dominant sadists, good girls and fierce girls and scared little girls, mean Daddies and loving Daddies and Daddies that are terrifying in delicious ways.

Submissive queers go to alleys to suck cock, get bent over the bathroom sink by a handsome stranger, choose to face their fears, have their Daddy orchestrate a gang bang in the park, and get their dream gender-play scene—tied to a sling in an accessible dungeon.

Dominants find hope and take risks, fall hard and push edges, get fucked and devour the fear and tears that their sadist hearts desire.

Within these 24 stories, you will meet queers who build community together, who are careful about how they play with power, who care deeply about consent. You will meet trans and genderqueer folks who are hot for each other, who mentor each other, who do the kind of gender play that is only possible with other trans and genderqueer folks.

This is Show Yourself to Me. Get ready for a very wild ride.

Xan West’s Official Site

Stops on the Tour:
October 1: Xan West https://xanwest.wordpress.com/
October 2: Book Birthday! Go Deeper Press http://godeeperpress.com/
October 3: Heather Elizabeth https://kinkopedia.wordpress.com/
October 4: Sinclair Sexsmith http://www.sugarbutch.net/
October 5: Hermia Swann http://www.cuntext.com/
October 6: Dilo Keith https://dilokeith.wordpress.com/ and Cecilia Tan http://blog.ceciliatan.com/
October 7: Kinky Brits http://thekinkybrits.com/
October 8: Stella Harris http://stellaharris.net/
October 9: F. Leonora Solomon https://fdotleonora.wordpress.com/
October 10: Tasha Harrison http://tashalharrison.com/
October 11: Benji Bright http://www.theeroticledger.com/
October 12: Tamsin Flowers http://tamsinflowers.com/ and Karida http://submissionandthecity.com/
October 13: Cassandra Perry http://cassandrajperry.com/
October 14: Peep Scoop http://www.peepscoop.com/ and Radical Access Mapping Project https://radicalaccessiblecommunities.wordpress.com/
October 15: Sugar Cunt http://www.sugarcuntwrites.com/
October 16: Emily Byrne http://writeremilylbyrne.blogspot.com/
October 17: Oleander Plume http://poisonpendirtymind.com/
October 18: K. A. Smith https://authorka.wordpress.com/
October 19: Giselle Renarde http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com/
October 20: Butchtastic Kyle http://www.butchtastic.net/
October 21: Lisabet Sarai http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/
October 22: Syrens https://syrens.wordpress.com/
October 23: Anna Sky http://www.iamannasky.com/
October 24: Jade A. Waters http://jadeawaters.com/
October 25: Kal Cobalt http://kal-cobalt.squarespace.com/
October 26: Rebekah Weatherspoon http://www.rebekahweatherspoon.com/
October 27: Malin James http://malinjames.com/
October 28: BD Swain http://www.bdswain.com/ and Jillian Boyd http://jillianboydauthor.wordpress.com/
October 29: Kaleigh Trace http://thefuckingfacts.com/
October 30: Kiki DeLovely https://kikidelovely.wordpress.com/
October 31: Xan West https://xanwest.wordpress.com/ and Annabeth Leong http://annabetherotica.com/

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You can also find Show Yourself to Me at Barnes & Noble

New on the KMQ: A Girl’s Guide to Her First Orgy

Art by Dayv "Big Daddy" Caraway

Art by Dayv “Big Daddy” Caraway

There are people that I love to work with, and then there are people I LOVE to work with. Rose Caraway is one of the latter. I’ve been lucky to work with Rose and her extremely cool husband, Dayv, a fair I hope that never changes.

To date, I’ve had two stories featured on the Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast, as well as a three narrated by Rose for audiobook. I even got to join Rose in her studio for an interview a few months ago. While they’ve each been pretty different, Rose has done amazing things with every one. Now I’m proud to say that I’ve got a brand spanking new one out on the Kiss Me Quick’s.

“A Girl’s Guide to Her First Orgy” was a title before it was a story. In fact, it’s one of those rare cases where I wrote the story for a title, instead of the other way around. I played around with a few different scenarios, but in each one, there was a girl fresh out of a relationship and a beautiful old house. The orgy took care of itself…

You can listen to the silky voiced Rose Caraway read “A Girl’s Guide to Her First Orgy” by clicking on the pretty, pretty image Dayv Caraway created for the story, or by clicking HERE.

If you haven’t already subscribed to the Kiss Me Quick’s podcast or its sister podcast, The Sexy Librarian’s BlogCast I can honestly say that you won’t be sorry if you decide to change that. Seriously. Thank you :)

And if you enjoyed “A Girl’s Guide to Her First Orgy”, here are links for the other stories I’ve had on the KMQ:

Bound / Unbound

Christmas Yes to Come

Barcelona (from The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty Thirty, vol.1)

 

Best Erotic Romance of the Year, vol. 1

BER 2015You know what’s romantic? Erotic romance. Know where to find the most romantic erotic romance of the year? Best Erotic Romance of the Year, (vol. 1). Know what’s really cool? It’s available today.

Kristina Wright, writer, editor and mistress of Cleis Press’s Best Erotic Romance series, is back with another round-up of the best erotic romance the year has to offer, and I’m proud that one of my stories found a place in it. Ms. Wright pulled together some really beautiful work from established favorites like Emerald and Kiki DeLovely, as well as from newer voices like Renee Luke and Crystal Jordan. You’ll also find gorgeous, sexy pieces from my lovely and talented Pillow Talk colleagues, Tamsin Flowers and Jade A. Waters.

My contribution to Best Erotic Romance of the Year is a story called “The Couch”. It involves a cocktail party, a slightly open door, and yes, a massive leather couch. I’ve included an excerpt below. I hope you enjoy. xx.M

Excerpt:

The couch, when they reached it, was even bigger than it looked. She sank into the buttery leather and crossed her legs, feeling like Goldilocks in Papa Bear’s chair. In fact, if she were prone to giggling she would have. Instead, she watched Tom sit down beside her—just close enough to catch a hint of his aftershave. The scent went straight to her head. She felt light-headed, and drunk, though she’d barely touched either the martini or her champagne.

His eyes met hers, and she smiled, allowing the edge of a promise to curve her lips, as she leaned in. God, he smelled good.

“Are you as hard, as I am wet?”

Tom narrowed his eyes. She wasn’t usually so blunt, but they only had one night. She wanted Tom, and she wanted him now.

“Say again?”

Daphne shifted, settling her long legs several inches from his. His eyes flickered down over the bare length, and, for the first time that evening, she saw naked heat flare in the genial warmth of his eyes. Civilized Tom. Nothing civilized there. Pushing her advantage, she leaned in bit further and purred right against his ear.

“Are you as hard as I am wet?”

“I thought that’s what you’d said….”

Daphne held her breath as Tom kissed her neck, sparking pleasure through her skin and right into her bones. Her spine flexed, drawing her close.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I left Singapore.”

Daphne’s breath caught. Tom had never said he wanted to fuck her before—make love, of course, but never fuck. Daphne turned her face, and nuzzled his lips.

“Kiss me, then.”

The kiss was like him—warm and lovely—with a solid edge beneath. He was holding himself back. Normally, she loved that, loved that he had so much to offer that he could hold some in reserve, but right then, she wanted what was simmering beneath. She wanted more of that edge.

“Do you want to leave,” he murmured against her mouth. He tasted of gin and her perfume.

“No, I don’t,” she said. She had come to the party alone. Thanks to this development, she saw no reason to leave. Not yet.

“I want you to make me come,” she said, “right here on this couch.”

Daphne felt his lips curve against her skin.

“Let me close the door….”

“No,” she said. “Leave it alone.”

Slowly, Tom settled back.

“Are you sure?”

Daphne nodded, loving the mixture of concern and lust in his eyes.

“I’m sure. Now, make me come.”

Tom laid her down. The couch hid them from a casual glance, but anyone could have seen them if walked into the room. A fresh gush of heat pooled between her legs as Tom shifted and kissed her again, but driven by her awareness of the open door, Daphne pushed past his sweetness and nipped his bottom lip. He stiffened, surprised. Then he smiled and nipped her back.

Daphne let her hands slip down from his waist to his hips, which were pressed lightly into hers. She could feel him through layers of silk and wool. He was hard and getting harder despite his easy, playful mouth. She arched against him. He felt so good, fit so well into the cleft between her thighs, that her body began to move, a soft undulation at first, and then a demanding grind. His breath hitched. With a grimace, he lifted his hips away.

“Careful, sweet. Or you’ll ruin the game.”

She smiled, enjoying his admission as he parted her legs and half-reclined between them. Then his hands began to move. Nerve endings fluttered between her legs as her nipples peaked, achy and hard. She tilted her head back and sighed. He touched her as if he had a map of her in his mind…he’d always known how to touch her.

Tom stroked her thigh and coaxed her legs open wider, as the silk of her dress pooled just above her waist. Instinctively, Daphne’s abdomen contracted and her hips tilted in demand. He smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Easy, love. We’ll get there.”

The words dropped into the hollow of her ear, electrifying her skin from collarbone to scalp, and sending a shot of aching heat straight through to her cunt. She bit her lip and gripped his lapel, but he’d already moved on, slipping down her straps of her dress to expose her lovely, teardrop breasts.

Daphne shifted, restless beneath his deliberate hand. She was already going mad, and he hadn’t gotten anywhere near her sex. Words formed in her mouth, but she could only gasp when he dipped his head and took her entire breast in his mouth. He suckled hard, flicked her nipple with his tongue as she, so reserved, so habitually quiet, moaned. I sound like a whore, she thought. But she couldn’t help herself.

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Go Deeper Double Review: Cream and Fast Girls

I wanted to do this post as a double review because Lana Fox‘s erotic novel, Cream, and J.T. Louder‘s new collection, Fast Girls with Short Shorts Always Score, are about as different as erotica can get, but they’re both incredibly good. I’m a comparatist, so reviewing them side by side seemed natural. Together, Cream and Fast Girls show how much room there is in the genre for high quality work. Separately, they show off the breadth of style and content coming out of Go Deeper Press, one of the most exciting publishers in the genre.

CreamLet me start with Cream since I read it first. This is a full length erotic romance by a writer who not only knows the conventions of the genre, but interprets them in a way that makes them feel fresh.

Cream is about jazz singer, Caroline Spence, who has a passion for music, submission and double cream (god, how can you not…). The book opens with an interview – her life is at a crossroads and she’s answered an ad to become a dominant’s voluntary slave. But she’s no ingenue – she knows exactly what she wants – and she gets it in Marcus, a man with control and kink to spare. But then she meets Kyle and things get complicated, but not in any way that you might predict.

What makes Cream so compulsively readable is that Caroline is such a very well-rounded, autonomous, interesting person. Her sexuality is anything but cookie-cutter and the way she expresses it is really personal and compelling. While the plot brings you along so smoothly that you stay up til midnight promising yourself “just one more page”, Caroline handles herself with full sexual ownership – even if she’s unsure of something, she seems grounded in herself. It’s wonderful, especially because so many erotic romances follow a young woman’s initiation into kink at the hands of an experienced (and often 2-dimentional) man. Throw in a love triangle and she could easily have become a dolly the two alphas fight over, but Caroline is not a dolly and she’s anything but predictable.

The nuance and care Ms. Fox took with her elevates Cream to a whole other level. What kept me engaged deep into the night (beyond the fact that it’s a really sexy read) is that I wanted to know what Caroline would do, and I finished the book about as satisfied as a reader can get.

GDP019-FastGirls300And now, for something completely different, the incomparable J.T. Louder’s new short story collection, Fast Girls in Short Shorts Always Score.

I’m going to tell you right up front that this collection is so hot and so joyfully pornographic that I couldn’t stop smiling.

Whereas Cream is all smooth subtleties and emotional heat, Fast Girls is like the best kind of 80’s porn – these stories don’t care how they get you there, but they’re gonna strip you down and make you do things like you’re a plumber on PayPerView. I can’t tell you which story is my favorite because I kind of loved them all, from “The French Pass” in which a typical sports reporter watches the Frenchest of hot French soccer players get fucked by her androgynous supermodel girlfriend (how can you not love that?) to “How Hungary Got to the World Cup”, which chronicles the methods “Coach Viv”, a Swedish porn star famous for her portrayal of a footballer, uses to get her team to kick ass with panache.

The thing that makes these stories work is that Louder gives them all a tongue-in-cheek joie-de-vivre that totally sucks you in. I don’t care why the Canadian team’s soccer shorts are five sizes too small – I care that the star player is sucking her goalie’s cock in the middle of a locker room orgy. These stories are fun and it’s the fun that turned me on – that and the fact that Louder slips trans characters and sexual fluidity in like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The stories aren’t self-conscious. Nothing is a big deal. It’s all good. Everyone‘s having fun, which means the reader does too.

Only Go Deeper would come out with two titles that are as sexually, tonally and stylistically as diverse as Cream and Fast Girls while maintaining such a high editorial standard. Lana Fox and J.T. Louder are at the top of the game for a reason, and while one of these titles might appeal to you more than the other, I can honestly and enthusiastically recommend both.

Want to buy either or both? You can find them at Amazon – just click on the covers to be taken directly to their respective pages. And if you’d like to see the rest of what Go Deeper Press has to offer, check them out here. You’ll be glad you did.

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.”

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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.

KissCast Storytime

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The lovely and brilliant Molly Moore of Molly’s Daily Kiss has a new feature of her podcast, the KissCast. It’s a story time where different authors and bloggers read their own work. This sort of thing really excites me, especially the fact that fiction and nonfiction appear together in one episode, so when Molly asked if I’d like to contribute a piece, the answer was yes. (Actually, the answer was really OH MY GOD, YES! ARE YOU KIDDING?!? but I’m going to pretend I played it cool).

The piece I ended up recording is a short story called “Resurrection”. It was the third erotic story I ever had accepted for publication and was meant to appear in Best Men’s Erotica 2014. Sadly, the publisher closed before the anthology could be released, but I’ve always had a special attachment to this piece, so it made me really happy to read it for this episode. The story is HERE on my blog if you’d like to read the text.

There are three other authors in this episode and all of them turn in really impressive readings. I’ve had the pleasure of hearing B.D. Swain read live and she’s as good recorded as she is in person. Her story “Frame by Frame” is a subtle knock out. Likewise, my lovely friend and partner-in-crime, Jade A. Waters, turns in a flat out charming reading of her story, “Toys”. Rounding things out, Michael Malflic reads his post, “Watching her cum” with all of the straightforward, slightly wicked and very sexy perspective I’ve come to read in his writing.

It’s an impressive group and I’m proud to be in there with them. So, if you want to hear some amazingly hot sex writing read by the people that wrote the words, please do check the episode out.