Dec 212013
 

love_letter_writtingLooking through my old emails, I came upon love letters sent between me and a long distance lover years ago.  This lover was the man who spurred the catalyst that has become my life now and the man who helped me say good-bye to a life lived in black and white and fully express my sexuality in living color.  I remembered, we sent baleful yearnings, salacious, lustful requests and descriptions of what effect our frantic attraction would cause in our everyday lives.  Back and forth we’d write, trying to satisfy the penetrating ache and unyielding  incompleteness we both felt by not being able to satisfy  (or even see) the other. Though it’s quite clear that our keyed-up lust bred bad writing, I can attest, the feelings and yearning were quite serious and real. These letters are bursting with the impatience, passion and heady, overwrought longing of two people experiencing passion for the first time … at 40.

 (TRIGGER WARNING)

10/19/09

Dear E:

Our conversation ended so abruptly, it was as if I had just awoke from a pleasant dream to the harsh reality of another day.  During the last few minutes of our time together, I was merely just sitting there enjoying listening to your voice and our banter.  It’s as if we were two boxers sparring in a ring except our gloved hands were replaced by quips and words that landed with love, passion, and torment.

I was left psychologically spirited and sexually charged – not to the point of no return, but I felt that if I could muster an orgasm in your honor, I might be able to sleep soundly with you in my dreams.  I began by reviewing transcripts of previous IM sessions, but was quickly caught up in the task of trying to read for other meanings and inflection.  Pausing to cease that effort, I tried to get more into the sexuality of it, but was left semi-erect and no clear path to success.

I realized the burr in my saddle may have been my contemplation of your request for a picture of my hands.  I Googled “hands” for some time trying to find a likeness yet without my scars, veins and weathered skin.  Finally, my conscience got the better of me. “She gave me a pass to not partake in this folly.  Why throw something out there that is not you?”

Finally, I took a photo of my hand.  Using the chairside table and lamp, I aligned and lighted so it would be just so.  First I considered the palm side but demurred with the crazy thought that somehow you could determine more from me by reading my palm.  It would have included the all too evident calluses from the day’s labor restoring the house.  Then to the back, I rolled my E.T.-like digits under, thereby not only covering my rugose fingertips, but also hiding signs of my oral fixation … nails bitten down to the quick.

Satisfied with the results, I sent it to you without further contemplation. I knew once it was sent, I could not take it back and only have greater regret depending on your feedback (a side note, your feedback was gracious and worthy of my consternation).

It was now approaching midnight and my body yearned for release.  I spent some time catching up on my reader, madly scanning for a 

picture or something to provide the needed spark.  At this point, I actually adjusted my laptop from my lap to the footrest in front of me.  In this position, without any underwear, I was free to grasp, grope and cajole arousal from my member.  At one point, the arousal built to a high enough level, I felt it necessary to push my pants down to my ankles, thereby allowing for unfettered access.  My tip exuded a small amount of pre-cum yet not enough to satisfactorily lube.  It’s as if my body was yelling, “This isn’t what we’ve been getting! Who are you trying to fool?”  I contemplated reaching for a bottle of lube to assist, but that seemed like almost too much work to complete.

In a hasty last attempt, I began searching for stories.  Stories describing acts that we’ve yet to achieve with words as inspiring as those that we’ve streamed.  There was enough inspiration to continue, but not enough to fully satisfy my needs.  Finally, just before midnight I gave up.

Throughout the evening, I’d incessantly, almost compulsively switched to Twitter, AIM and Gtalk, hoping your RL (sic: real life) would allow for respite and you would be online.  I envisioned myself as an intruder, hiding in the shadows waiting for you to return to your room.  I knew if you did, I’d spring upon you like a cougar on a quail. Unsuspecting you’d be mindless as I assaulted your senses.  You’d be powerless as I grabbed you with strong hands and pushed you over the back of the chair.  You’d be paralyzed as I’d yank the nightgown from your startled body, and there before me, your alabaster skin would provide a feast for my weary eyes.

secretaryMy shoes would kick your legs wider, matching the feet of the chair.  Only your thong would seemingly provide protection from my lecherous eyes. Your answer wouldn’t matter, for your fate had been prejudged.  Shortly after your retort, my right hand would smack flatly against your ass.  Your head would involuntarily jerk up only to realize my left hand in your hair still held you in a contorted posture.  “Do you know how much I longed for you to return?”lecherous eyes.  You’d feel my body slide by, fearful of my next action.  Then suddenly I’d grab your auburn locks and pull your head back, as if correcting a spirited filly.  A slight gasp would come from your mouth, not expecting the onslaught.  “Why did you keep me waiting so long?” I’d sneeringly whisper in your ear.

Perhaps realizing no words were appropriate, no sound would come from your lips.  My hand would gently descend and stroke at the reddening image of my palm.  Barely touching your cheek, it’d gently trace the contrasting lines of broken blood vessels and unfettered skin.  Only, when you’d emit that sigh, that peaceful accepting sigh, my rage would rise again.

“Are you enjoying this my Elle?” I’d scowl. While my left hand would jerk your head again, my right would push down my pants.  There, the product of my hours of waiting would spring forth waiting to finish the attack.  You’d remain glancing, unknowing the certainty of your situation.

My right hand would return to your rear and trace the line of your thong from back to front.  There it would find purchase and frantically push it aside.  Grabbing your hip, my erection would suddenly arise from between your legs shocking your senses and causing your head to flinch against the bonds of your hair yet again.  “I know you’ll enjoy this,” I’d promise.

Suddenly, with nary a warning I’d push my throbbing member deep inside you.  The wetness of your loins contradicts the plea of your surprise, as I’d slam my entire length deep inside.  And at my hilt, I’d pause.  My hips would roll and my right hand would push back against your mons, hoping to feel myself buried deep inside.  I’d adjust some more and probe some more, again hoping to feel the outline of my member buried deep within.

While remaining deep inside, my hand would slide down across your clit.  Gently reminding you of a presence outside your cunt.  Then two fingers would trace the slippery, swollen lips distended by my insertion.  Gathering juice as if a bee gathering pollen.  That same hand, those same fingers would then find your mouth and forcibly enter urging to be cleaned.

And upon the sound of a whimper, I’d awaken again realizing my need to gain control of your mind and body yet again.  My right and left hands would join together on your shoulder blades pushing you further over the spine of our makeshift saddle.  I’d push strongly against the center of your back while my hardened cock would remain deeply buried. Only satisfied when the sweat began to roll up your back, would my devastating attack begin.

And in an animalistic fever, my passion would erupt.  My guttural sounds accompanied by your moans and the sounds of our sexes sliding together.  The moisture from our efforts would drip from our bodies while the juices of our groins would wick up your thong.  At times my force would so overcome our pose that the chair would slide forward causing us to adjust yet again.

Our passion was building, our bodies afire.  I would sense that we’d be approaching the peak before orgasm momentarily.  And yet I’d wanted to render one final punitory act.  My hips would slide back – my dick just outside your dripping slit.  I’d pause just long enough to make you hesitate, make you yearn, and make you turn your head in search of fulfillment.  Only there you’d see a blur.

You’d momentarily realize it was the indistinguishable sight of my left hand racing to find your left ass cheek again.  And with a loud smack you’d cry.  Then, from pleasure to pain in a mere fraction of a second, your mind would become overwhelmed with the contrast and try to comprehend the significance.  “You must always remain available,” I’d deeply scowl.

And then, before you could adjust, searing fire now smoldering in each cheek, I’d pile into you again, momentarily slamming the air from your body as your heaving chest crashed into the chair.  My hands would be pawing at your hips attempting to maintain the tempo.  Our bodies would take over, the passion overwhelming.

And out of the corner of my eye, I’d notice the clock.  12:23am.

There, in the haze of a sex depraved fantasy, you’d slipped into the realm of AIM.  In a flash of a moment, you’d come and you’d gone.  Not even a whisper.  Not even a pause. Never even realizing who waited in the shadows.

Yours,

MG

 

Dear M,

I’ve just read your story for the third time tonight and am still left breathless and stimulated beyond any hope of sensible relief.  The fact that a very similar fantasy has played through my mind a 1000 times before without having the courage to speak it aloud was enticing enough … but to read on .. oh my …

The first time I read your story in full was in the restroom of an event at a posh hotel this evening at approximately 8:00pm. These restrooms had  individual shuttered stalls that were more like individual closets in a East Hampton estate than a hotel lavatory.  I snuck in to read my piece from my lover and it did not disappoint. When I noticed the fresh wet feeling between my thighs, I knew I was sunk.  I had already decided to take off my skirt, hang it on the hook and place my phone in my left hand … my right began to massage the inner folds of my slit. Already steaming and drenched, my pussy was ready as it had been all day … to get fucked again … to cum again to your delicious description of how you would have your way with me.

When you described your shoes kicking my feet wider apart, I felt heady as I began to stroke my pussy even faster and deeper, grazing my clit every now and again to let it know that I would be back to sate her. Your hand slapping my ass, other hand grasping my hair as I sighed to release the feeling of the deep relief your presence promised me. Scowling “Are you enjoying this, Elle?” had me panting even harder in that tiny space imagining your hot, moist breath behind my ear as you whispered it while working over my cunt in a furious fever for satisfaction. I could feel my face contorting,  getting hot … I could hear my inner voice struggling and begging for me to make myself cum now.  But the story wasn’t over and I knew that you would want it saved until the last possible moment.

The moment you slammed your cock into into me, resting it in my deepest crevice, feeling for an outline of your member, I could barely stand it.  Imagining, your steaming body against mine – feeling your skin connect with my back and knowing you were inside me was more than I could take. I shook and could feel the flutter of my orgasm coming with my fingers nowhere near my clit.  I literally had to bang my head against the stall wall (not too hard, but enough to smart) to snap me out of it and put me on track for the rest of the story.

But then you shoved your fingers bathed in my cum into my mouth and it was nearly over. My arousal had begun again and at full force. Thankfully, what came next would be my relief and and my refuge.  Reading how you were fucking me hard and riding me like and animal,  I rubbed and rubbed – my clit getting more aroused and engorged …. faster and faster.  Both our bodies as one and rasping with moans from deep within. Feeling my body limp over the chair, your hands on my hips guiding your cock deeper within me and then out in just enough time for another ass slap to drive me over the edge. Faster, faster – harder! Rub harder!   I’m almost there, my back against the wall, my head tilted to the left, my right hand moving so fast it’s almost shaking my clit free from my pussy. I had to make myself cum. As you piled into me again slamming the air from my body, I came – hard,  just as I was imagining your hands keeping time with my hips thrusting your cock deep into my cunt.

There, in the luxury hotel bathroom stall the world paused for a moment to focus itself on me. Everything slowed … sound, sight all turned down one notch to the rhythm of my heart and throbbing pussy.  I closed my eyes and licked my lips to savor one last second before I had to return to my obligation. When I opened the stall, I knew I would have to join the real world again and leave you … my torturous, lovely, vigorous and sexy lover behind.

I await your return from the caverns of wherever you are, but hurry and come back to me …

xo LC

Nov 202013
 
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MEETING KRISTINA WRIGHT
by Lady Cheeky

I met Kristina Wright in Washington DC last year when we were both reading stories at Rachel Kramer-Bussel’s special one-night only, In the Flesh Reading Series of erotica evening at CatalystCon East. We met in a common way one meets others at a convention …  walking through the convention hall on the way to the elevator after a session. She looked familiar so I smiled, hoping I looked familiar too and she could remind me where we met. She smiled back, looked at my badge and said “Lady Cheeky? I follow you.” Ever since Twitter became a “thing”  the phrase “I follow you” has become the modern version of complimentary social recognition. I looked at her badge and recognized her name, not as the prolific writer and anthologist that she is known as, but as someone which whom I had shared fun tweets in the past. I knew I liked her online and now meeting her in person, with her easy smile and warm poise, I liked her even more.

We struck up a conversation consisting mainly of repartee and conference chit-chat.  I learned that she was a writer (“I’m a writer too!”) and that she was reading a story at Rachel Kramer Bussel’s  In the Flesh Reading Series event that evening (“I’m reading at In the Flesh too!”) and I thanked the Goddesses above that I had someone cool to sit next to. Truth be told, I was terrified to be reading my story in front of people. I had impulsively volunteered to be a reader that day, intentionally too fast to let my fear dictate my decision. My story was true and still a little raw as I was supposed to meet the subject of my lust (and love) on this particular trip, but we had broken it off for the final time 3 days before. Now I was going to read an emotional, sexually explicit story to a roomful of erotic literary legends … not the least of which I had just unknowingly met in the elevator mentally assigning her as my “social anxiety buddy.” Poor Kristina didn’t know what she was in for.

That evening I entered the assigned ballroom and grabbed a seat. Kristina walked in shortly after and before I could commandeer her to sit next to me, she was already putting her jacket on the seat to my right.  We chit-chatted and I told her a bit about my fears of reading, being a newbie in this sea of cultivated wonders, of hoping my voice didn’t shake or I didn’t profusely sweat, cry or vomit enough as to be distracting. She laughed with me and comforted me … acknowledged her own uneasiness with reading and convinced me I would be fine and more importantly, safe.

The evening began as Rachel Kramer Bussel (a literary giant in her own right) introduced the authors and highly respected sex educators; Reid MihalkoJoan Price, Carol QueenEmerald … and then Kristina Wright. When Rachel read Kristina’sbio I was stunned. Only then did I realize I was basically sitting next to the Joyce Carol Oates of erotica.  Prolific, awarded, published in over 80 anthologies and the editor of countless others, it was clear Kristina was particularly respected and revered and as she read her story it was clear why. Kristina’s writing style is restrained enough to be classic and yet detailed enough to be captivating. For a writer of any genre, one needs to self edit, constantly making certain that every word earns its way in. This is a painstaking task and a part of writing that often discourages and separates the wheat from the chaff. This is especially true (in my humble opinion) of good erotica and romance writing as that category seems to sit at the children’s table of the literary world.

Erotica and romance writers need to be that much better, so as not to cement a stereotype of erotica as salacious pulp fiction. In erotic romance you not only have to be a good writer, adhering to all the rules of fiction writing standards for any genre, but you have to heighten it with explicit scenes of passion, desire, sensuality while keeping it real enough to relate to. Within this construct, a talented erotic romance writer must create dramatic concupiscent relationships that are at once believable AND thrilling AND hot. Kristina Wright does this in spades, weaving a story so simple, yet so occupied with genuine tactile emotion and texture, that even in a short story you come away with the unforgettable feeling you tangibly witnessed a personal moment in someone’s life.

Since that evening I have been a fan of Kristina Wright not only as a person but as a talent. And though we only spent that little time together and have since kept in touch on Facebook, I do consider her a friend. So it is with great pleasure that I participate in this blog tour for her latest anthology as editor,  Bedded Bliss: A Couple’s Guide to Lust Ever After. Kristina has chosen riveting stories by talented authors with the surprising and refreshing theme of “hot monogamy.” Interwoven with tips and tricks to keep any partnership fresh and fevered, this is a unique compilation to say the least. I’m proud to be able to share with you an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Bedded Bliss  (below) by Anya Richards.

            ***
Made To Last
By Anya Richards

The year from Hell stretched to two, and everything thatcould go wrong did.
For my husband and me sex wasn’t the answer, but it sure went a long way toward
helping us reconnect,remember what’s important and release some of thepent-up stress.
With a reaffirmation of the bonds we share,we were once more ready to face the world, together. 

It’s one o’clock in the morning, and I’m wide-awake. This isn’t anything new, unfortunately. Recently sleep has become an elusive, craved and yet frightening concept. It sometimes provides relief, sometimes makes things worse, as problems follow me into dreamland and continue their unrelenting torture.

Beside me, my husband sighs and rolls onto his side. From the tenor of his breathing I know he’s dead to the world, and annoyance flashes through me.How can he sleep so soundly, night after night, while I lie awake, my brain unable to shutdown long enough for me to nod off? But I know I’m not alone with my fears. All the signs of stress are there in him too. Just this evening I looked across the living room and caught him staring out the window, eyes unfocused, fingers tapping asharp, staccato rhythm on the arm of his chair. He’s usually calm, almost serene, just the type of man a high-voltage woman like me needs. He’s my anchor, the voice of reason when I’m tempted to go off the deep end. It hurts to see him obviously restless, with worry etching new lines into his beloved, beautiful face. Staring up into the darkness, I start cataloging our problems,the relentless cycle starting anew. Instantly the muscles in my neck tighten and my stomach knots. I try to think of something else—concentrate on the plot of my latest book—but within minutes I’ve somehow circled back to reality. Sometimes I think I’d feel better ifI could just cry, let it out, but that’s not my way. Tears have always been something to avoid, repress, fight. They’re a weakness I can’tallow myself. If I start I might not be able to stop, and that thought scares me more than any other. For me, that heralds the onset of madness.

As though sensing my terror, my husband moves closer, his arm settling across my stomach. That simple touch, the sensation of his warmth so close, brings a sob close to the surface and I’m forced to swallow it down. I don’t feel as though I deserve his affection right now. I have a sneaky suspicion the blame for our current problems rests squarely on my shoulders. Yet, it feels so good having him beside me. Instead of moving away I roll onto my side, facing away from him, and spoon closer.

READ THE REST (AND EVEN MORE HOT MONOGAMY EROTICA) IN
BEDDED BLISS: A COUPLE’S GUIDE TO LUST EVER AFTER

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ABOUT BEDDED BLISS: A COUPLE’S GUIDE TO LUST EVER AFTER:

It’s fairly easy to fall in love (or lust), but keeping that passion hot and heavy after twenty years of marriage can get tricky. Kristina Wright has two toddlers and a red-hot marriage, and there’s no one better suited to helping other couples make lust last. Bedded Bliss: A Couple’s Guide to Lust Ever After pairs hands-on advice for long-term lovers with steamy tales to inspire couples to enact their own erotic adventures. Each chapter begins with “sensual suggestions” for keeping in touch—literally! Read real advice and stories from couples, who have a combined total of a whopping 235 years of long-term relationship experience, and find out what works for them to keep their fires burning steady and hot.  Romance writer and editor Wright re-invents the sexuality genre, presenting a guide that simultaneously educates and entertains. Bedded Bliss is a treasure trove of resources for couples to ensure that monogamy will never again mean monotony.

 

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Kristina Wright (kristinawright.com) is an award-winning author whose erotic romance fictionhas appeared in over seventy-five anthologies. She is also the editor of several Cleis Press anthologies of romance, including BestErotic Romance 2013 and Duty and Desire: Military Erotic Romance. Kristina teaches both English and Humanities at the college level. She lives with her family in Chesapeake, VA.
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Nov 202013
 
Bedded Bliss copy
MEETING KRISTINA WRIGHT
by Lady Cheeky

I met Kristina Wright in Washington DC last year when we were both reading stories at Rachel Kramer-Bussel’s special one-night only, In the Flesh Reading Series of erotica evening at CatalystCon East. We met in a common way one meets others at a convention …  walking through the convention hall on the way to the elevator after a session. She looked familiar so I smiled, hoping I looked familiar too and she could remind me where we met. She smiled back, looked at my badge and said “Lady Cheeky? I follow you.” Ever since Twitter became a “thing”  the phrase “I follow you” has become the modern version of complimentary social recognition. I looked at her badge and recognized her name, not as the prolific writer and anthologist that she is known as, but as someone which whom I had shared fun tweets in the past. I knew I liked her online and now meeting her in person, with her easy smile and warm poise, I liked her even more.

We struck up a conversation consisting mainly of repartee and conference chit-chat.  I learned that she was a writer (“I’m a writer too!”) and that she was reading a story at Rachel Kramer Bussel’s  In the Flesh Reading Series event that evening (“I’m reading at In the Flesh too!”) and I thanked the Goddesses above that I had someone cool to sit next to. Truth be told, I was terrified to be reading my story in front of people. I had impulsively volunteered to be a reader that day, intentionally too fast to let my fear dictate my decision. My story was true and still a little raw as I was supposed to meet the subject of my lust (and love) on this particular trip, but we had broken it off for the final time 3 days before. Now I was going to read an emotional, sexually explicit story to a roomful of erotic literary legends … not the least of which I had just unknowingly met in the elevator mentally assigning her as my “social anxiety buddy.” Poor Kristina didn’t know what she was in for.

That evening I entered the assigned ballroom and grabbed a seat. Kristina walked in shortly after and before I could commandeer her to sit next to me, she was already putting her jacket on the seat to my right.  We chit-chatted and I told her a bit about my fears of reading, being a newbie in this sea of cultivated wonders, of hoping my voice didn’t shake or I didn’t profusely sweat, cry or vomit enough as to be distracting. She laughed with me and comforted me … acknowledged her own uneasiness with reading and convinced me I would be fine and more importantly, safe.

The evening began as Rachel Kramer Bussel (a literary giant in her own right) introduced the authors and highly respected sex educators; Reid MihalkoJoan Price, Carol QueenEmerald … and then Kristina Wright. When Rachel read Kristina’sbio I was stunned. Only then did I realize I was basically sitting next to the Joyce Carol Oates of erotica.  Prolific, awarded, published in over 80 anthologies and the editor of countless others, it was clear Kristina was particularly respected and revered and as she read her story it was clear why. Kristina’s writing style is restrained enough to be classic and yet detailed enough to be captivating. For a writer of any genre, one needs to self edit, constantly making certain that every word earns its way in. This is a painstaking task and a part of writing that often discourages and separates the wheat from the chaff. This is especially true (in my humble opinion) of good erotica and romance writing as that category seems to sit at the children’s table of the literary world.

Erotica and romance writers need to be that much better, so as not to cement a stereotype of erotica as salacious pulp fiction. In erotic romance you not only have to be a good writer, adhering to all the rules of fiction writing standards for any genre, but you have to heighten it with explicit scenes of passion, desire, sensuality while keeping it real enough to relate to. Within this construct, a talented erotic romance writer must create dramatic concupiscent relationships that are at once believable AND thrilling AND hot. Kristina Wright does this in spades, weaving a story so simple, yet so occupied with genuine tactile emotion and texture, that even in a short story you come away with the unforgettable feeling you tangibly witnessed a personal moment in someone’s life.

Since that evening I have been a fan of Kristina Wright not only as a person but as a talent. And though we only spent that little time together and have since kept in touch on Facebook, I do consider her a friend. So it is with great pleasure that I participate in this blog tour for her latest anthology as editor,  Bedded Bliss: A Couple’s Guide to Lust Ever After. Kristina has chosen riveting stories by talented authors with the surprising and refreshing theme of “hot monogamy.” Interwoven with tips and tricks to keep any partnership fresh and fevered, this is a unique compilation to say the least. I’m proud to be able to share with you an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Bedded Bliss  (below) by Anya Richards.

            ***
Made To Last
By Anya Richards

The year from Hell stretched to two, and everything thatcould go wrong did.
For my husband and me sex wasn’t the answer, but it sure went a long way toward
helping us reconnect,remember what’s important and release some of thepent-up stress.
With a reaffirmation of the bonds we share,we were once more ready to face the world, together. 

It’s one o’clock in the morning, and I’m wide-awake. This isn’t anything new, unfortunately. Recently sleep has become an elusive, craved and yet frightening concept. It sometimes provides relief, sometimes makes things worse, as problems follow me into dreamland and continue their unrelenting torture.

Beside me, my husband sighs and rolls onto his side. From the tenor of his breathing I know he’s dead to the world, and annoyance flashes through me.How can he sleep so soundly, night after night, while I lie awake, my brain unable to shutdown long enough for me to nod off? But I know I’m not alone with my fears. All the signs of stress are there in him too. Just this evening I looked across the living room and caught him staring out the window, eyes unfocused, fingers tapping asharp, staccato rhythm on the arm of his chair. He’s usually calm, almost serene, just the type of man a high-voltage woman like me needs. He’s my anchor, the voice of reason when I’m tempted to go off the deep end. It hurts to see him obviously restless, with worry etching new lines into his beloved, beautiful face. Staring up into the darkness, I start cataloging our problems,the relentless cycle starting anew. Instantly the muscles in my neck tighten and my stomach knots. I try to think of something else—concentrate on the plot of my latest book—but within minutes I’ve somehow circled back to reality. Sometimes I think I’d feel better ifI could just cry, let it out, but that’s not my way. Tears have always been something to avoid, repress, fight. They’re a weakness I can’tallow myself. If I start I might not be able to stop, and that thought scares me more than any other. For me, that heralds the onset of madness.

As though sensing my terror, my husband moves closer, his arm settling across my stomach. That simple touch, the sensation of his warmth so close, brings a sob close to the surface and I’m forced to swallow it down. I don’t feel as though I deserve his affection right now. I have a sneaky suspicion the blame for our current problems rests squarely on my shoulders. Yet, it feels so good having him beside me. Instead of moving away I roll onto my side, facing away from him, and spoon closer.

READ THE REST (AND EVEN MORE HOT MONOGAMY EROTICA) IN
BEDDED BLISS: A COUPLE’S GUIDE TO LUST EVER AFTER

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ABOUT BEDDED BLISS: A COUPLE’S GUIDE TO LUST EVER AFTER:

It’s fairly easy to fall in love (or lust), but keeping that passion hot and heavy after twenty years of marriage can get tricky. Kristina Wright has two toddlers and a red-hot marriage, and there’s no one better suited to helping other couples make lust last. Bedded Bliss: A Couple’s Guide to Lust Ever After pairs hands-on advice for long-term lovers with steamy tales to inspire couples to enact their own erotic adventures. Each chapter begins with “sensual suggestions” for keeping in touch—literally! Read real advice and stories from couples, who have a combined total of a whopping 235 years of long-term relationship experience, and find out what works for them to keep their fires burning steady and hot.  Romance writer and editor Wright re-invents the sexuality genre, presenting a guide that simultaneously educates and entertains. Bedded Bliss is a treasure trove of resources for couples to ensure that monogamy will never again mean monotony.

 

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Kristina Wright (kristinawright.com) is an award-winning author whose erotic romance fictionhas appeared in over seventy-five anthologies. She is also the editor of several Cleis Press anthologies of romance, including BestErotic Romance 2013 and Duty and Desire: Military Erotic Romance. Kristina teaches both English and Humanities at the college level. She lives with her family in Chesapeake, VA.
Nov 122013
 
Rachel Kramer Bussel shows of her latest anthology, The Big Book of Orgasms.

What do cupcakes, Hello Kitty and sex have in common? The answer is best- selling erotica writer, editor and anthologist Rachel Kramer Bussel. Aside from being a talented and accomplished erotica writer in her own right, one is immediately attracted to her girly sense of whimsy, fawning over cupcakes and Hello Kitty anything, to her keen sense of the carnal and concupiscent. It’s this sexy and charming juxtaposition that makes Rachel  and her work so alluring.

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Her latest (and some say greatest) anthology The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories (available in paperback and Kindle from Cleis Press) was just released this month. Not even half way through November and The Big Book of Orgasms has already  been able to glean enthusiastic reviews from readers and reviewers alike. This accomplishment has made me extra enthusiastic because I am lucky enough to have written one of those 69 Sexy Stories. You can read an excerpt from my true tale HERE. Perhaps the best part of this new anthology is it’s bite size portions of scream worthy stories (no more than 1200 words each) that make your entire body pulsate and sing.

There are some super-stars of erotica between those covers including: Emerald, Tess Danesi, Stella Harris and Rachel Kramer Bussel herself as well as some newbies (like myself). The Big Book of Orgasms is 351 pages tightly packed into a snug 7″ x 5″ paperback package you can carry in your pocketbook, perhaps fodder for 69 of your own sexy orgasms.

I asked Rachel to give me a list of her five favorite sex toys and a lube. Since one of her favorite sex toys IS lube, I decided to leave it at that. It’s an eclectic and sexy mix. Would you expect anything else from the Empress of Erotica?

RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL’S FIVE FAVORITE SEX TOYS:

Hitachi Magic Wand – my favorite, must have, go to vibrator. I use it to get off and to relax and also sometimes for back pain.

Tantus Pelt Paddle – though really all their silicon paddles pack a wonderful punch. I can’t take them all the time but when I get spanked with them it’s a special treat.

Crave Droplet Necklace – I love anything that I can multitask with, and this necklace is beautiful, makes me feel a little naughty when I wear it since I know I’m wearing something that can vibrate, and makes me feel like I can whip it off at any time and put it to good use. I also like that it’s small but strong.

Juliette Cuffs de Luxe – I’m a sucker for silk, and these feel and look amazing.

BabeLube by Babeland Lube! Last but not least, lube is the sex toy I use the most often and for the most variety of sexual activities. Main one I use is BabeLube, I’m not tied to it but like the pump bottle.

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Rachel Kramer Bussel:

Rachel Kramer Bussel is a New York-based author, editor, blogger and event organizer. She has written for numerous publications, including Alternative Press, CNN.com, The Daily Beast, The Frisky, Gothamist, The Hairpin, Huffington Post, Inked, Jezebel, Lemondrop, Mediabistro, The Nervous Breakdown, New York Post, New York Observer, New York Press, Playgirl, The Root, Salon, San Francisco Chronicle, Time Out New York, The Village Voice, xoJane and Zink. She has edited 40+ anthologies for Alyson Books, Avon Red, Cleis Press, Pretty Things Press, Ravenous Romance and Seal Press, including Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples, Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories, Going Down, Irresistible, Women in Lust, Orgasmic, Fast Girls, Passion, Obsessed, Bottoms Up, Spanked, Tasting Him, Tasting Her, Gotta Have It, The Mile High Club, Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories, Best Bondage Erotica 2011 and 2012, Best Sex Writing 2008, 2009, 2010 and 2012, and 6 of her anthologies have won Gold IPPY (Independent Publisher) Awards for Erotica and Sexuality/Relationships. She has contributed to over 100 anthologies, including Susie Bright’s Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006 and X: The Erotic Treasury, as well as The Sexual State of the Union and Yes Means Yes.

Rachel conducts reading and erotic writing workshops worldwide, and including Chicago, Las Vegas, London, Minneapolis, New York, Portland, San Francisco, Seattle, and Toronto. She has presented, spoken and taught at conferences including Dark Odyssey, Erotic Authors Association, Sex 2.0, and SXSW. For five years, she hosted In The Flesh Erotic Reading Series in New York City, which featured 300 readers, including Kevin Allison, Jonathan Ames, Laura Antoniou, Mo Beasley, Susie Bright, Lily Burana, Kerry Cohen, Jessica Cutler, Mike Daisey, Mike Edison, Stephen Elliott, Polly Frost, Gael Greene, HoneyB (Mary Morrison), Debra Hyde, Maxim Jakubowski, Diana Joseph, Jillian Lauren, Neal Medlyn, Scott Poulson-Bryant, Julie Powell, Josh Kilmer-Purcell, M.J. Rose, Susan Shapiro, Danyel Smith, Grant Stoddard, Cecilia Tan, Carol Taylor, Jo Weldon, Susan Wright, and Zane, among others. Rachel holds a bachelor’s degree in political science and women’s studies from the University of California at Berkeley.

 

Nov 062013
 
sexinwords_logo_smallI first met Toronto area sex journalist Jon Pressick on online (of course) when his Tweet made me blush. I don’t remember the circumstance, but I know making me blush ain’t easy.

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A fan of his popular sex blog SEX IN WORDS, I would often retweet /re-blog some (ok ALL) of what he posted on his site. We struck up a conversation, he interviewed me for his weekly feature “TheHook-up” and a friendship was born.
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It’s not enough that Jon’s a sexual encyclopedia, but he is also an accomplished erotic Renaissance man. He’s a radio host, published erotica writer and anthologist/editor of Cleis Press’ “The Best Sex Writing” with his first of those anthologies coming out in 2015. He definitely qualifies as a “Smutty Smarty of Sex,” if anyone knows sexy accoutrements it would be Jon. So, for male-bodied folk … get a a pen and paper handy.
Here are Jon Pressick’s “Five Sex Toys and a Lube.”

 

Five Sex Toys …

Aslan Leather Harness: I’ve had this strap-on harness by Toronto’s own Aslan Leather for almost a decade and I imagine I’ll have it for a lot longer. These rigs are built to last and built for fun.

Fleshlight: I was very skeptical given the mass popularity. Call me silly, but I just didn’t imagine it would feel that good. It does feel that good. And so much better. Believe that hype.

Extra-Long Dog Leashes: We aren’t extensively into bondage, but when we do want to ‘tie one on,’ I like some flexibility and options of where and how we can bind each other on the bed. For a total $4 we have a leash on each corner of the bed. I am all about the DIY sex toys. Hence…

IKEA 3-Piece Wooden Utensils: Again, I’m all about the DIY. This 3-piece set of wooden tools: a spoon, a fork thing and a spatula thing. All three make for great little spanking scenes and all three give a different sensation.

Sex Butter: Another item I was skeptical of when I received a sample of for review. But now I’m moaning that I’m almost out and can’t quite afford the replacement cost. But I love the slippery, minty feel.

… and a lube.

Sliquid Natural’s Swirl Blue Raspberry: This lube is just amazing. I am not keen on scented oils or lubes but this one smells so nice. Very pleasant and not at all overpowering. And because it is Sliquid I get the bonus of it being water-based and glycerin and paraben free.

pressickJon Pressick is a Toronto-area writer whose focus is on sex and queer writing and issues. His mission is to disseminate positive, fun and informative sexual information.

Jon’s writing has appeared in Best Sex WritingCorset, MetAnotherFrog.com,Quill & QuireGaietyXtrafab and many erotica websites. He writes regularly for his popular blog Sex In Words. He edited Met Another Frog’s first collection, Asses to Asses. He is the editor of Cleis Press’s Best Sex Writing series, and the long-time co-host and producer of the weekly radio show Sex City (CIUT 89.5FM). For his web and radio work, Jon was named The Naked Truth Adult Entertainment Award winner for Favorite Adult Journalist in 2010.

Jon has been Managing Editor of Bisexual.com and SexlifeCanada.com. In 2000, he co-founded the influential queer periodical TRADE: Queer Things. During TRADE‘s seven years of production, Jon focused on profiling and promoting sex- and queer-positive writers, activists, artists and creators. Jon subsequently authored the Choose Your Own Sex Adventure erotica story books. These two projects (and many more) contributed to Jon being named one of Broken Pencil‘s “50 People and Places We Love“—a who’s who of important indie folks in Canada.

Jon organizes the Toronto Erotica Writers and Readers Meetup and #TOsexbloggers Meetup.  He is a sought-after presenter at sex and sexuality events, where he has spoken about anal sex and prostate pleasure. He is a graduate of McMaster University and has a certificate in book publishing from Ryerson Polytechnic University. He has two daughters.

For more information: visit Sex In Words (http://www/sex-in-words.blogspot.ca), send an email (sexinwords@hotmail.com) or follow Jon on Twitter @sexinwords)

Oct 282013
 
The Big Book of Orgasms by Rachel Kramer Bussel

 

Hey Kids!

I’m thrilled to report that my true erotic story, “The Massage” is in the latest, greatest (and RKB fave) erotic anthology from Rachel Kramer Bussel, THE BIG BOOK OF ORGASM. There are 69 (duh) fantastic short stories of 1500 words or less by some incredible erotica writers like; Emerald, Tess Danesi, Sinclair Sexsmith and Rachel Kramer Bussel herself.

Christmas is coming and I’m guessing there’s someone on your list who deserves to get sweaty over some stories through the winter!

ABOUT:

69 sensational stories that will get you off! What happens when you bring together 69 authors sharing their hottest orgasm stories? If you have top notch erotica editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, you get ”The Big Book of Orgasms” ! This climactic collection captures top erotica writers serving up steamy scenarios all focused on The Big O. Whether getting off from exhibitionism, voyeurism, or a very special pair of blue jeans, the characters in ”The Big Book of Orgasms” explore all sorts of ways they can come. Go “Under the Table” with Elizabeth Coldwell and cheer for “The Pink Team” by Kelly Rand. Discover the thrill of hot wax and even hotter sex; these short stories bring the heat on every page! With a foreword by ”Ecstasy is Necessary” author Barbara Carrellas, these are climaxes you”ll want to relive again and again. Dr. Ruth once said about Rachel Kramer Bussel, “she is only satisfied if you come and come again.” With this rousing read, ”The Big Book of Orgasms” counts all the wonderful ways women get off. Inspirational as well as aspirational, this book celebrates women”s sexuality by reaching new heights of excellence. Each of the 69 stories about “the big O” is a peak experience in and of itself.

 

 

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Oct 282013
 
The Big Book of Orgasms by Rachel Kramer Bussel

 

Hey Kids!

I’m thrilled to report that my true erotic story, “The Massage” is in the latest, greatest (and RKB fave) erotic anthology from Rachel Kramer Bussel, THE BIG BOOK OF ORGASM. There are 69 (duh) fantastic short stories of 1500 words or less by some incredible erotica writers like; Emerald, Tess Danesi, Sinclair Sexsmith and Rachel Kramer Bussel herself.

Christmas is coming and I’m guessing there’s someone on your list who deserves to get sweaty over some stories through the winter!

ABOUT:

69 sensational stories that will get you off! What happens when you bring together 69 authors sharing their hottest orgasm stories? If you have top notch erotica editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, you get ”The Big Book of Orgasms” ! This climactic collection captures top erotica writers serving up steamy scenarios all focused on The Big O. Whether getting off from exhibitionism, voyeurism, or a very special pair of blue jeans, the characters in ”The Big Book of Orgasms” explore all sorts of ways they can come. Go “Under the Table” with Elizabeth Coldwell and cheer for “The Pink Team” by Kelly Rand. Discover the thrill of hot wax and even hotter sex; these short stories bring the heat on every page! With a foreword by ”Ecstasy is Necessary” author Barbara Carrellas, these are climaxes you”ll want to relive again and again. Dr. Ruth once said about Rachel Kramer Bussel, “she is only satisfied if you come and come again.” With this rousing read, ”The Big Book of Orgasms” counts all the wonderful ways women get off. Inspirational as well as aspirational, this book celebrates women”s sexuality by reaching new heights of excellence. Each of the 69 stories about “the big O” is a peak experience in and of itself.

 

 

Check it out on GOODREADS

You can purchase THE BIG BOOK OF ORGASM at:

AMAZON

BARNES & NOBLE

INDIGO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oct 122013
 

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At the end of her sexless marriage, Elle Chase went on a journey to seek the one thing she never had. This is the story of what she found.

Recently, after turning 40 and leaving a sexless marriage, I had come to the sobering realization I had never experienced “passion.” In fact, I had never identified myself as a sexual being at all and furthermore, never had pleasurable sex. I ruminated over this discovery and stunned, thought “how is it possible to reach my fortieth year never enjoying sex?” The thought was staggering, “This can’t go on” I said with determination, and made it my number one goal to achieve a fully realized and satisfied sex life … fast.

But what’s a middle-aged woman to do? I was well past the age when most women experiment, I hadn’t dated in ten years and to be honest, “dating” wasn’t interesting to me … unbridled, sweaty, sticky, lustful sex was. I was overwhelmed with what it would take to reach my goal. Where do I even start? I’m not even certain what turns me on!

Thinking back to my teenage years, I remembered that the soft-core porn of the 80’s gave me a certain tickle down-under and that I had come many times to the beautiful works of Anais Nin. The boys of that time watched porn, but these venues were socially acceptable in my circle and readily discussed with my girlfriends. But, right now my sexual thirst was so great I knew these past favorites wouldn’t satisfy. I was parched after years in the desert. I needed to take out the big guns. So, I took the leap. Contrite, I logged online and looked for a tall glass of water.

The World Wide Web offered many choices; gonzo porn, amateur porn … Click HERE to go to GASM.ORG to read the rest

Sep 182013
 
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“Love Me Tender”

by JT Leroy

I think about you taking me somewhere else. Somewhere were you can tie me up and hang me. I think about getting in your car and driving somewhere. I know we are going some place where you can really punish me. I think about us driving there and feeling like nobody else knows. Folks might just think we’re just friends or Father and son. And while we’re in the car driving we can be any of those things. And I kind of don’t want that to end. I think about getting there and you telling me to take off my clothes. You hardly talk to me. I just know we’re going to go further. You have a bag filled with things. There is a hook and pulleys and I know some of what is coming.

You tell me how I am here only to satisfy you. You tie my hands, tie my feet to a leg spreader. You attach me hands to the hook above me. You put a blindfold on me and a gag. You hoist me into the air.

I am hanging naked, swinging.

I dream of you cutting me, finely with a razor. I dream of you burning me with your cigarette. I’ve watched you drag on so many times. I would like to be hanging there while you smoke, and watch you slowly bring the lit end closer and closer to my flesh. I dream of you whipping me till your arms are tired. This isn’t just something I think sounds good and I couldn’t do or take. I’ve done stuff like this all before. Pushed it really far. The difference is, they never hold me after. They do not care. They didn’t know me, know me emotionally, the way you do. I dream of you hitting me with your hand and fist. I think of you telling me how you need to punish me, discipline me. I think of you letting me know that while I’m visiting you, I can be punished at any time. We could be standing, cooking food and you could suddenly backhand my face. I won’t know when it is coming.

It can all be very gentle and loving. Just like a dream.

 

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CARA BRUCE is the editor of several erotic anthologies including Best Bisexual Women’s Erotica, Viscera: An Anthology of Bizarre Erotica, and Horny? San Francisco and is the publisher ofEmbraces: Dark Erotica. Her short stories have been published in numerous anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2001, The Unmade Bed, The Oy of Sex, and Best Lesbian Erotica 2000.

 

CLEIS PRESS publishes provocative, intelligent books across genres. Whether literary fiction, human rights, mystery, romance, erotica, LGBTQ studies, sex guides, pulp fiction, or memoir, you know that if it’s outside the ordinary, it’s Cleis Press. Read an interview with Cleis Press founders Felice Newman and Frédérique Delacoste, and check out this Bay Area Reporter article on our new Publisher, Brenda Knight!

 

Jul 092013
 

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Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft

My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls.

Mmmmm it tastes good Martin. I love how your cock tastes.

I’m stroking your shaft and massaging your balls between my fingers

every now and then I dip my head down to quickly lick up your pre cum

so as not to waste a drop of your divine elixir

my middle finger on my left hand grazes your anus, teasing it

seeing your body flinch and twist with my touch excites me

so I continue, as I stroke your glistening, hard dick faster

Intermittently, I add the extra compliment of my mouth

soft and warm on your crown, enveloping your manhood

accepting it

using my hand in motion to extend the pleasure of my mouth

wet and smooth

my tongue washes over your tip on it’s way down my throat

Your cock can feel every taste bud, every ripple on my tongue

my left hand, after first wetting my fingers with my own cum, is on your taint now

and then working them in your ass, pressing against your prostate…

writhing and jerking … you know it feels too good

you can barely stand it

Moaning and moaning and moaning for me

I look up at you, now sucking on your cock harder

squeezing your shaft tighter

to approximate the tightness of my pussy

I moan as I take you in my mouth

your precum sliding out of your slit

my lips slurping it up

drinking it in as I thrust you in and out

teasing your cock with my tongue

sometimes running your tip across my smooth front teeth for a surprise of texture

wiggling my finger in your ass

you are moaning louder now

I am moaning loader now

because you fill me

and it tastes so good

you taste so good

I love your cock in my mouth more than anything

your dick is stunning and I want to devour it

my actions speak for themselves as I keep thrusting you deeply

back into my throat

moving my head side to side so you get all the sensations my mouth can provide

pursing my lips over my teeth

lapping at you as you enter

and sucking on you as you exit

getting firmer with my tension when your cock exits my mouth

so that your rim is “flicked” by my tight lips and then

thrusting you quickly back in

my mouth feels better than my tight pussy

this sensation is like no other for you

made better knowing that I’m thoroughly enjoying it

I’m sucking you off so feverishly

that you cannot believe this sensation possible

my left palm rubbing your balls

my left finger massaging and entering your anus

I can feel you want to cum

I can feel you about to explode

I want you to have a full body orgasm baby

sucking on your cock moving it in and out

side to side

hitting the inside of my cheeks

taking you all the way in my mouth

until my lips touch the top of your balls

and then shaking my head

humming for you so you feel the vibration

I want you to cum for me Martin

I want you to shoot your load in my mouth

so I can feel it slide down my throat

Mmmm and when you cum

Shivering and shaking

I am drinking you

slurping your product down my throat

Tasting your full masculine flavor

Proudly lapping up your seed

now moving to your thighs to

kiss away the remnants

not to waste

Mmmmmm

Fuck

Martin

I LOVE YOUR COCK

You dick is the stuff of dreams

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