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Giving an (Alternative) Fuck

What do you do when the world feels like it’s spinning off its axis? If you’re a writer, you humanize ways of being that have become political targets. If you’re a publisher, you put together an anthology that celebrates alternative points of view and donate the proceeds to the ACLU – which is what Go Deeper Press has done.

Alternative Fucks is a response to the  political landscape we find ourselves in. Many of us have the luxury of resisting from comparatively safe quarters, while others find themselves on the front lines due to nothing more than their status as immigrants, refugees or non-middle class white cis males. With programs and social aide being actively defunded, organizations like the American Civil Liberties Union have become critical in ensuring that marginalized populations receive legal support and representation.

As a way of promoting the collection and raising as much money as possible, some of the authors involved with the project are answering a few questions that give a peek into our own histories as human people living in the world…because that is, essentially, what we all are – human people trying to live in the world as best we can. You can read the other authors responses by clicking these links:

Lana Fox

Dario Dalla Lasta

Oleander Plume

Natty Soltesz

So if you’re a human person living in the world who wants to support other human people, have a read and pick up the collection. A story from my upcoming collection, Roadhouse Blues, is in there, plus awesome work from other bad-ass Go Deeper authors too. They are a fiercely brilliant bunch. You get sexy stories, and the ACLU gets money. That’s a win on all fronts.

The Questions:

1. What group did you hang out with in high school?

Theater kid me (c. 1995)

I was a theater kid. My years in high school were defined by the plays I was in. My best friend was the first boy to come out in our school as gay, (which was a big deal in the early 90’s), and the awesome girl who stage managed the shows was a Muslim transfer student.

Despite the fact that I went to a seriously Catholic high school, my friends were treated with genuine respect by teachers and students alike, which is why, when I see people from religious backgrounds fail to treat others with similar empathy and humanity, it boggles my mind. I remember an eighty year old Catholic priest encouraging an openly gay kid to compose music for the choir because “God doesn’t care who you love”. If Father Rob could do that, then the current presidential administration could attempt to not legally stigmatize people based on race, sexuality or economic circumstance.

Retro couple kissing in a diner. Cover for Roadhouse Blues.Side Note: My contribution, “Skins”, which will appear with its siblings in Roadhouse Blues, draws on my time as an actor, which started with those early experiences in high school.

2. What is the dirtiest story you’ve ever read?

The Story of the Eye by Bataille. I read it as a freshman in college. It cracked my head right open and will forever define “filthy” for me.

3. What if your favorite movie and why?

This is an impossible question because I break favorites down into category – favorite action movie, favorite classic, favorite Christmas movie, etc. – and even then I end up with a top three. That said, a few consistently rise to the top, and my favorites of that bunch are Clue (seriously, I fucking LOVE Clue) and Bram Stoker’s Dracula. 

I’ve seen Clue so many times I can literally quote the whole thing and it still makes me laugh, and Dracula pretty much because the bedrock of my sexual development so…yeah. I will always love it despite it’s flaws, none of which outweigh Gary Oldman’s sheer, scenery chomping magnificence.

4. What is right by your side while you are writing?

Tea and post-it notes.

5. Describe your dream vacation.

Somewhere very cold with a fireplace and books…and champagne…and bread with really good butter. And maybe some pastry that also involves really good butter. And more champagne and extra books. Just in case.

Do something sexy and good! Buy Alternative Fucks directly from Go Deeper Press by clicking HERE, or find it on Amazon (as Alternative Fs) HERE.

New Release: Coming Together Under the Mistletoe

I’m one of those people who has six pairs of Christmas socks tucked away in a drawer, waiting for December 1st, (I’m wearing a pair covered in penguins wearing Santa hats right now).  I listen to start listening to Christmas carols when the pie comes out on Thanksgiving, and I kind of, maybe, totally know A Muppet Christmas Carol by heart. I love Christmas – not for the presents (though who doesn’t like presents) – but for what it tends to bring out in people.

Christmas, and the holidays in general, are a kind of universal signal to give a little more, be a little more kind, and to try to make being a human being as nice as possible, even if only for a few weeks in the middle of the cold, dark winter. Doing something for others is a big part of that, so when Delilah Night asked if I would donate a story to a Christmas anthology to benefit Project Linus, I said absolutely yes.

Project Linus supplies kids and families in need with blankets. It seems like a small thing, but if you’ve ever seen a little person snuggled up safe under a blanket that’s been loved to literal pieces, you know that small things actually mean quite a lot.

For every copy of Under the Mistletoe that gets sold, Coming Together will make a donation to Project Linus, which means that you get to do something good for humanity, and read top shelf seasonal erotica all at once. What’s not to love about that?

“Green Lady”, my story in Coming Together Under the Mistletoe, is a throwback to the Arthurian legend of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, a story packed with ordeals surrounding a lady and a deeply corruptible knight. Naturally, it’s an ideal contender for an erotic adaptation.

I’m including a small snippet as a lure (kids need blankets, remember?), so if you like what you read, please do consider buying the whole anthology. I’ll include buy links, as well as an opportunity to win a free copy below.

from “The Green Lady” by Malin James:

She enters without knocking, very quietly, so that he might pretend to be asleep. They often do, and so does he, but she knows his sleep is feigned. She can see his eyes flickering beneath pale lids fringed by lashes as thick as a girl’s. The effect is so sweet that she smiles. His pretense of sleep and pretty face defy the scars that mark his hands. He has hands like her husband’s, and a face like hers used to be.

She knows her role so well that she could play it in her sleep. And yet, as she bends over the bed, she feels a swell of arousal that she hasn’t felt in years. She kisses his cheeks, relishing the brush of his beard against her lips before moving to his brows and mouth. He stirs unconvincingly, like a boy caught in a dream. She chuckles in spite of herself. The tension coming off him shatters any illusion of sleep.

Normally, she would have roused him with every appearance of virtue. But her arousal makes her impatient. Watching him carefully, she draws the covers back and climbs up on the bed. He shifts as she straddles him, but does not open his eyes, so she moves aside the folds of her robe so her skin touches his.

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If you miss the giveaway, Coming Together Under the Mistletoe is available for purchase in both ebook and paperback formats at Amazon and Amazon UK.

On Hidden Power: Lana Fox & Maddie Aflame!

News, News, News!

The Swallowing Mansion, Maddie Aflame! Book 1 is now available!

 Not to get all bossy and pushy, but GO BUY IT NOW! You can find it at Amazon, Amazon UK, and at Go Deeper Press.

 And now, for the final post in the Maddie, Aflame! series…

maddieaflamecover300For this final post on Lana Fox’s newly released series, Maddie Aflame!, I want to focus on one of the story’s strongest messages—finding power in weakness.

It won’t spoil anything to say that Maddie struggles with more than an oppressive government with an conservative agenda. She has Combustion Syndrome, a disease that, when triggered, causes her body to combust from the inside out. While the ability to heal is part of the Syndrome, episodes leave her burned and weak, and are, quite honestly, a little terrifying.

By the time the book opens, Maddie has become hyperaware of what triggers the Syndrome and why, but the its aggression has caused Maddie to shrink into herself and fear what is, essentially, an integral part of her body. It doesn’t help that Combustion Syndrome is widely viewed as an affliction and misfortune. It’s certainly not seen as an asset. But, in a lovely turn of fate, the disease that she fears and considers her greatest weakness, may be the only thing that will help her save the people she loves.

As Maddie progresses through the book, she learns to stop fearing the disease and draw strength from it. Sex plays a large role in this and, as she awakens sexually, she finds incomparable power not only in the Syndrome, but in the many ways she can wield it as a defense. She just needs to learn to trust herself.

Maddie’s relationship to Combustion Syndrome also mirrors the struggles faced by the queer community in the series. When the book opens, being LGBTQ makes you vulnerable to attack and victimization. In fact, being queer is seen as a weakness to be exploited and eradicated. But…the vulnerability that comes with being queer in this world is also a source of strength, just like Maddie’s disease.

The sense of strength and unity that the LGBTQ community forms in response to its vulnerability is one of its greatest strengths. In fact, it’s that reactive inner strength that pushes Aud, Raj, Pike and Maddie to tap deep wells of compassion, and it’s that compassion that allows them to fight back.

It’s a useful message for all of us because we all have things that make us feel weak, or vulnerable or at a disadvantage. Life would be much easier if none of us were different, or had challenges to contend with. But we would also be missing opportunities to exercise strengths we didn’t know we had. As a journey of discovery for Maddie, it’s a wonderful lesson for everyone, and the fact that it’s wrapped up in a sexy, fast-paced, cracking adventure, make it all the better.

Other Posts in the Maddie Aflame! series:

On Queer Marginalization: Lana Fox & Maddie Aflame!

On Conformity & Defiance: Lana Fox & Maddie Aflame!

Ghosts, Tech  & Swallowing Mansions: Lana Fox & Maddie Aflame!

 

 

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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KMQ Interview: Alice in the Attic (#8Authors)

Screen Shot 2015-10-30 at 11.17.17 PMI love talking to Rose Caraway. A few months ago, I spoke with her in-studio for the release of the Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, vol. 1. It was a great experience – one that I didn’t realize I’d be lucky enough to repeat so soon.

Earlier this week, I went back to Rose’s studio, this time to talk about Libidinous Zombie, the collection of erotic horror that Rose and her brilliant husband / partner in crime, Dayv, have been dreaming of for years.

I was privileged to be one of the #8Authors she asked to contribute to this collection and the story that I ultimately handed over turned out to be quite a labor of love, one that is especially important to me.

Alice Blk Bkgnd FB“Alice in the Attic” isn’t a pretty story. If I did my job right, it’s creepy and unsettling and abjectly filthy. I also hope that, while it makes you vaguely uncomfortable, it also turns you on. That intersection between sex and fear is fascinating to me. In fact, it’s very much at Alice’s heart.

This interview was short and sweet and really fun (at least, that’s how it felt to record!) We talked about short stories that want to be novels, taboo and transgression, and how wonderful it is when an editor asks you take off the reins and GO. You don’t have to have read #LZ to enjoy it. Hell, you don’t even have to like horror. It’s just a good conversation about writing without restraint. That said, if you happened to want to read some pretty righteous, sexy horror, you could do better than #LZ.

So, if you want to check out my conversation with the brilliantly excellent Rose Caraway, click HERE.

LZ Cover LargeAnd if you want to pick up a copy of #LZ (because it really is hella good) head on over HERE. And stayed tuned. Audio is on the way.

 

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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New Release: Bases Loaded

Cover for Bases Loaded: Baseball EroticaA lot of people are surprised to find out that I love baseball. I really do, especially the Giants. As a San Francisco native, I grew up watching Will Clark and Kevin Mitchell while munching hot dogs at Candlestick Park. I still remember freezing in the bleachers in the middle of July when a rookie pitcher named Burkett hit the home run that got us to the playoffs that year.

Baseball is one of those things that feels like home. I don’t know if it’s because my dad coached my brother’s little league team for years (you learn a lot when your dad’s the Coach), but few things feel as simple and good as watching a game. There’s something joyful and intimate about it, even when you’re swearing like a pirate at the screen, (which I kind of do).

Which is why I was excited when the lovely, and incredibly baseball savvy, F. Leonora Solomon asked if I would contribute to a collection of baseball erotica. “Lucky”, is a tribute to my girlfriend’s penchant for athletic superstition and my own competitive streak. I hope it captures the sheer, ridiculous joy of loving your team, wanting them to win and going to any lengths (especially lengths involving team colored glass dildos) to help them pull through.

Bases Loaded: Baseball Erotica is packed with a bunch of other great stories too. I’ve got to say that, as an editor, Ms. Solomon knows her stuff. You can find it and make it your very own by clicking HERE.

And to celebrate opening day for Bases Loaded, here’s an excerpt from “Lucky”. May all your post season dreams come true.

From “Lucky” by Malin James:

Callie’s eyes drop to my face. Now that I’ve got her attention, I slid the hard, glossy dildo into my mouth, sucking it slowly to warm the cool glass up. Then I take it out of my mouth and slide it into her. She sighs and her legs fall open even more. I kiss her calf and the inside of her knee as the bright blue glass disappears into her plump, pink cunt.

Behind me, the announcer starts chattering again, but Callie’s eyes are on me now. I starting working her with Lucky, thrusting in hard and pulling out slow, in long, drawn out strokes as I drag the dildo’s curved glass tip over her g-spot, just the way she likes.

Her hips start rolling, seeking out the glass. I pull Lucky out all the way, and rest the tip on the glistening entrance of her cunt. I watch her thighs tremble. I watch the small, pretty muscles of her pussy spasm, needing something to clench. I love it when her body is hungry like that. I love it when she holds herself still, even though she’s dying to come.

I rest Lucky there, right at her entrance, for what feels like ages. She starts to whimper and seek it out. That’s when I slide it back in, harder and deeper as she grabs at the cushions on either side of the couch.

“Jess, please.”

The please is whispery and pleading. She’s so ready, I can hear it in her voice. It’s like aural ecstasy. My nipples tighten up as I lean in and start to lick her clit, moving the dildo in and out as I do.

Something happens on the screen, but I’m not paying any attention at all. I can just hear the announcer through the pounding in my ears as I lick and gobble her up.

Feel like a little more? Buy Bases Loaded in ebook or paperback at Amazon! And follow the book on Twitter at @BasesLoadedBook for news, updates, excerpts and more.

 

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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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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