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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Free audio erotica and major gratitude to the most excellent Rose Caraway

I'm feeling very lucky these days. Why? Because Rose Caraway is not only a narrator extraordinaire, but I have much to learn from her about how to self promote in a way that gets results! She has been posting away free audio excerpts from the Audible audiobook version of Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex - follow her @RoseCaraway on Twitter to keep up. And check out these great images she made! I love that. I also love that you can listen to "Laugh" by Sommer Marsden free. There may not be a free lunch but there is free audio erotica! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Rose, and thank you, Audible, for widening the audience for my books. It still feels pretty amazing to get checks in the mail from them through their Author Services program (it's free money and if your books are on Audible, you should sign up) for doing absolutely nothing, but then I remember that my job is to write and edit erotica, and that is what I'm focused on (speaking of which, there's been extremely few submissions for my 2 open anthologies, which means these books are wide open as of now!). Anyway, I feel blessed and lucky and grateful, and am working on deserving that by getting back to writing, fiction and nonfiction, in a way I haven't in longer than I can remember. If I succeed, I'll post about anything available to be read. If I fail, I will keep on trying. That's the way this wacky business goes, right?






my books are in great company!

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

24-hour BOGO Kindle ebook sale for Serving Him on Friday!

To celebrate the Kindle ebook release of Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission and to try to get some bestseller chart action going, and as a thank you to my ebook readers, this Friday, February 22nd, I'm holding a very special sale: buy the Kindle ebook edition of Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission and I'll send you any of my other Cleis Press Kindle ebooks free! Rules: Must purchase the Serving Him Kindle ebook anytime from 12:00 a.m. to 11:59 p.m. EST on Friday, February 22nd. I chose that day to have a little time to spread the word and hopefully see a spike on Amazon and get on a bestseller list or two. Forward receipt by end of day Saturday, February 23rd to femalesubantho at gmail.com with "BOGO" in subject line AND include your email address for Kindle (cannot be @kindle.com, I can't send ebook gifts to those addresses) and which ebook you'd like (if I missed any, and it's a Cleis book edited by me available for Kindle, that's fine too): Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples, Instruments of Pleasure: Sex Toy Erotica, Caught Looking, Crossdressing, He's on Top, She's on Top, Yes, Sir, Yes, Ma'am, Please, Sir, Please, Ma'am, Rubber Sex, Spanked, Bottoms Up, Cheeky Spanking Stories, Tasting Him, Tasting Her, Going Down, Do Not Disturb, Suite Encounters, The Mile High Club, Peep Show, Fast Girls, Orgasmic, Smooth, Passion, Irresistible, Gotta Have It; 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, Surrender, Obsessed, Women in Lust, Hide and Seek Only You, Best Bondage Erotica 2001, Best Bondage Erotica 2012, Best Bondage Erotica 2013, Best Sex Writing 2008, Best Sex Writing 2009, Best Sex Writing 2010, Best Sex Writing 2012.

I'd love it if you'd spread the word about this one-time sale, and thank you so much for supporting all my books, which enables me to continue putting out more of them. Want to know more about Serving Him? See below for excerpt links for every story and the introduction. And thank you, thank you, thank you. I mean that in every way. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed I forget to marvel at how far I've come since I was a law student and barely knew a thing about the world of erotica (or ebooks, for that matter).



Serving Him Table of Contents

Introduction: Lucky Naughty Girls
What You Deserve Lori Selke (read excerpt)
Coffee Break Kristina Wright (read excerpt)
Chattel Errica Liekos (read excerpt)
Under Direction Teresa Noelle Roberts (read excerpt)
The Letter Tiffany Reisz (read excerpts: part 1 and part 2)
Run, Baby, Run Vida Bailey (read excerpt)
Tackling Jessica Maxine Marsh (read excerpt)
Safe, Sane & Consensual Ariel Graham (read excerpt)
The Golden Ruler Giselle Renarde (read excerpt)
I Always Do Kiki DeLovely (read excerpt)
Pinky Kissa Starling (read excerpt)
The Breaking Point Cole Riley (read excerpt)
Shining in the Dark Bex vanKoot (read excerpt)
Room #3 Emily Bingham (read excerpt)
Duo J. Sinclaire (read excerpt)
Breath Mollena Williams (read excerpt)
Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool Gina Marie (read excerpt)
The Secret of Time Travel Jacqueline Applebee (read excerpt)
Bared Gray Miller (read excerpt)
In His Control Jade Melisande (read excerpt)
Paper Doll joy (read excerpt)
Subbing Rachel Kramer Bussel (read excerpt)


Lucky Naughty Girls

“I’m so lucky to have such a naughty girl like you in my lap,” Jake tells Deirdre in “What You Deserve” by Lori Selke, the opening story in the book you’re about to read. In many ways, that sentence, its promise and passion, its claim and command, is what this book of kinky erotica is all about. There are a lot of naughty girls, a lot of laps and a lot of men who understand that, in fact, they are lucky—whether they ever voice it or not—to have a hot, eager, filthy-minded woman eagerly awaiting the chance to serve them.

The other half of the equation, one that is vital to any BDSM story, but especially those told with an eye toward female submission, is that the naughty girls themselves know how lucky they are—and if they don’t at the start of the story, they do by the end. They know they are lucky to have discovered a seed of submission somewhere within them and someone to complement and nurture that growing seed. They are lucky because they own their darkest, dirtiest desires, even the ones they struggle with, the ones that turn them on despite being taboo or unnerving in some way.

Actually, they are more than lucky; finding a master, a top, a boyfriend, a husband, a lover or simply a man who gets an essential truth about their submissive nature doesn’t just happen. Well, sometimes it does, but I believe it takes a certain kind of prowess to activate and draw forth those kinds of dominants, the kind you can trust with your body and soul, your pussy and your power. What I’m trying to say is that the women here don’t just wander down an alley and find a man to pin them against the wall; even when they encounter a sexy stranger, they are making a choice to obey him, to follow their own lust as much as another’s command.

In “Room #3,” when author Emily Bingham shuts the door on her characters, she invites us into a tale where we don’t know who is touching the narrator, nor does she; we only know how much she likes it. When the narrator offers up her body, she enters into the unknown, a thrill in and of itself. “The moment I knocked on this door, I consented to become his plaything. From here on out I have no say in what will happen. No words are to leave my mouth in this space; I am at his mercy. I can only hope I’ve made a wise choice.” In all the stories you will read here, a woman makes a similar choice, and we get to luxuriate in the ways that actively making that choice, owning up to our most dastardly, wanton, wicked fantasies can be a ticket to a ride we never want to get off.

I’m sitting in a coffee shop in San Francisco as I quote from Kristina Wright’s “Coffee Break,” wondering what I would do if a hot barista said to me, “Go to the bathroom now. Leave the door unlocked. Get undressed. Kneel on the floor facing the door.” Actually, it’s not the barista who delivers that message in her story, but it made me picture what I would do if I were handed a steaming cup of joe and such a command.

The stories in Serving Him are about everything from scenes in dungeons to the ways playing with power can extend beyond what we do when we are “playing.” In “Safe, Sane and Consensual,” by Ariel Graham, she takes that hallmark of BDSM safety and reflects on the ways we “safeword” when dealing with polite society. “May I ask what the spanking is for?” Aaron asks Annie, and his answer just may surprise you.

There are plenty of surprises in store in this book, and whether you’re a novice or a seasoned BDSM player, I hope you’ll enjoy the exchanges to be found here—of dirty talk, power, roles, toys, games. These characters test each other, pushing boundaries from both sides of the top/bottom equation. Often it’s the women who push their men to push them, to stop being polite and start holding them down, making them open wide, forcing them to relinquish a kind of power they are eager to let go off.

Many of the stories here are as intense as the acts described; I see them as tender, but they are likely to take your breath away, make you tremble or quiver, make you just a little bit afraid. That edge of awe and fear, of want and need, of excitement and surrender, is just where I hope these stories keep you. You don’t have to be a naughty girl (or boy), in real life or in your dreams, to enjoy the twenty-two hot stories in this book, but I have a feeling they will bring out your inner naughtiness, whatever form that takes. I feel lucky to get to share them with you.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City

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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Dear Writing

Dear Writing,

I've missed you, though "missed" sounds woefully inadequate for that sense of longing, of not being myself at all without you. I've missed with you with a ferocious, desperate urgency, the kind that piles on heavier and heavier the longer I go without, the kind that invades every minute of my day I'm without you. That's the irony, though—that there you are, always, waiting for me, available, practically begging me to return to you. I know—too well.

I know you miss me as much as I miss you, and all I can say is, it's not you, it's me. Cliché as that phrase is, it's the truth. It's always me, when we're apart. And fear. Every single time I have ignored you, neglected you, pretended to myself I had nothing to offer, it's always been fear. Fear of not being good enough, fear of nobody reading, fear of everybody reading, fear of gigantic scary edits, fear of rejection. The fear is so big and loud and huge I often forget it's not the same thing as truth, and that the moment I start to release some of my words, to push out all the fear and noise and self-hatred, the surety that starting is futile when you don't know the end the moment you sit down, some of that fear disappears, just a little.

I've been reading this brilliant blog, Momastery, and I love the writing because it doesn't shy away from fear. There's all the fear, right out in the open. It's so easy to do the opposite, and to feel that to be successful you must do the opposite. Nobody wants to buy books or articles from a scaredy-cat, do they? No; instead you must sell yourself, all day, both your books and your ideas, in order to keep getting those checks and keep paying that rent.

It's not just that, though, that has kept me from you. I dream about you, during the day and at night when I'm asleep. I am reminded of you everywhere I look, those titles that sit on blank documents, patiently holding space against all that whiteness. In my head, some of that empty space has been filled in, fleshed out, animated. I know what will happen and "all I have to do is write it down." Ah, if only that were "all" anyone ever had to do. There are so many walls, so many times when that act of filling it on falls flat, doesn't even come close to measuring up to what I'd conjured. I think if I wait—and wait and wait and wait, which really means, procrastinate and live with constant guilt and fear—the answers will come, even though every wise person who's ever written or spoken about writing has concluded the precise opposite: that the only way to write is to sit and bring forth the words.

I know I will probably always be a little afraid of you, even though I also know that so often you are the only thing that can make me happy, or at least, content. Maybe that's what I'm afraid of, deep, deep down. I have had glimmers, hints, signs, of late, that even when I neglect you, you still keep coming through for me, like that Morrissey song, "The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get." The acceptance for that story I wrote based on a cabaret show, the excellent interview I submitted to a dream publication but know will likely have to find another home, the "scary" essay that has made anyone I've mentioned its topic to laugh and look at me a little askance, with just the right hint of "you're crazy" to let me know that yes, I'm crazy, and should be sharing the craziness. The rereading those old pieces I'd forgotten about and realizing they still work. The writing workshop and talk and camaraderie. The marveling over a gorgeous sentence in a book that's been tucked away, just for the sake of taking pleasure in the words. The gratitude for all the chances, and second changes. The chunks of minutes I've dared to sneak away with you, but only when I have to be somewhere, or my battery is dying, anything with a shortcut, an off switch, but still, chunks where I got something down because I absolutely could not do anything else any longer.

I hate feeling so estranged from you, hate feeling like a fraud when I say to someone I'm a writer. I hate seeing the moment pass because I was so worried about perfection, that mythical way of being. I am bad at promises; the act of making them seems to kickstart something in me that causes me to immediately rebel and not live up to them, so I won't bother. Just know that I never truly left you; I've always been here, thinking about you, wanting you back. Maybe that's part of the work, the missing and reuniting, the push/pull, the lows with the highs. I'm as bad at mindfulness as I am at promises, but I want to try to do better by you. Starting with this.

Love,
Rachel

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Sunday, February 17, 2013

I'm a Parade.com columnist

On Valentine's Day, my new weekly cupcake column debuted at Parade.com. I get a little bonuses for good traffic, so please check it out. I will of course still be blogging at Cupcakes Take the Cake, and am looking forward to trying more cupcakes in the UK when I'm there in two weeks. If you ever have any cupcake-y goodness to share, email us at cupcakestakethecake at gmail.com - I am trying to get back to my formerly prolific cupcake blogging, along with everything else. One day at a time, baby.

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Saturday, February 16, 2013

Kinky fashion: see-through clothes at his command in "Paper Doll" by joy

This excerpt from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission is from "Paper Doll" by joy, and I'm dedicating it to all the kinky fashionistas out there!



Previous excerpts: "In His Control" by Jade Melisande, "Bared" by Gray Miller, "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee, "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Paper Doll" by joy

The dress was, in a word, scandalous. Hope had never worn anything so revealing in her life, a little black number made completely of lace. It hit her thigh dangerously close to her sex and had an embarrassing tendency to ride up, revealing her beautifully rounded ass.

The day before, Matthew had pulled ten crisp twenty-dollar bills from his leather wallet, pressing them into her waiting palm with a grin. “You may buy anything you like, my beauty,” he’d told Hope quietly, his expression free of emotion save the familiar glint in his dark eyes. “But there are a few provisions. Nothing below your knees. At least one piece of lingerie. One pair of shoes, and something made of leather.”

“Yes, Sir,” she’d replied. Hope had thought he was done giving his instructions and gave him a reluctant smile, lifting herself from his white leather couch and stuffing the brand-new bills into her jeans pocket. She could have sworn she saw Matthew cringe as the crisp bills were crumpled and wrinkled beneath her fingers. He had such an eye for beauty that he could not stand to see something that had been perfect suddenly ruined with carelessness. Hope hid an amused grin and slung her purse over her shoulder, leaning upward on her toes to kiss him. Matthew returned the kiss cordially before breaking it and holding one finger up to her, then playfully turning to press it on the tip of her nose.

“And I want something see-through.”
You can preorder Serving Him from Amazon and Bn.com. The Kindle ebook edition will be out on February 18th. THANK YOU!

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Kneeling at Sir's feet in "In His Control" by Jade Melisande

Here's an excerpt from "In His Control" by Jade Melisande from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, about a kinky couple taking their relationship to the next level, even when they are not physically together. That kind of BDSM play in a story wows me, because it gets deep into the psychology of it. What does it mean to control someone, and to give up control, when they are not there to witness it? Is it like a tree falling in a forest if no one is there to hear it? What does that act of obedience do to the nature of a relationship, and the nature of one's sense of oneself? Plus, well, it's about something private turned, in a way, public, at the office, but not public like outdoor bondage. I do hope you'll read the whole story in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, and let me know what you think at femalesubantho at gmail.com - thanks for reading!



Previous excerpts: "Bared" by Gray Miller, "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee, "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "In His Control" by Jade Melisande

Juliette knelt at the feet of her lover, her head in his lap, her breathing finally beginning to slow. She curled her spine into the caress of his hand, enjoying the feel of his fingers lightly tracing the various welts, tender spots and already-forming bruises he found there.

“You did well today, Juli,” he said, his voice as much a welcomed caress as his hand had been.

She smiled softly against his thigh. “Thank you, Sir.” Pushing herself to go farther, to dig deeper into those physical places where fear and pain and euphoria collided and, eventually, intertwined, was a large part of the joy she experienced in what they did. And she had pushed herself hard today, hearing her safeword in her head over and over, but never uttering it. It was a personal challenge, one that she found profoundly satisfying. And she knew that he enjoyed taking her there as well, enjoyed knowing that she found such deep satisfaction in the physical side of what they did.

Besides, it made them both hot as hell.

He took her under the arms and lifted her compliant form up into his lap, where he cradled her for a moment before sitting her next to him on the couch. Sometimes their BDSM play culminated in sex, the kind that nearly tore them apart from the inside out with its intensity, sometimes it ended with her in a puddle on his lap. Cupping one hand under her chin, he looked into her eyes. “You did well,” he said again, and stroked her cheek. “But I want more.”

She blinked. She was exhausted. “More? I’m…I’m pretty well done in, Ian,” she said uncertainly.

He shook his head. “I’m not talking about what we just did,” he said. “I’m talking about in general. In our relationship.” She tensed, and he paused for a moment, then continued when she stayed silent. “I’ve always wanted more, Juli. You know that. I want more than just your body. I want this.” He tapped her lightly on the temple.
You can preorder Serving Him from Amazon and Bn.com. The Kindle ebook edition will be out on February 18th. THANK YOU!

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BDSM erotica excerpt: "Bared" by Gray Miller

Below is an excerpt from "Bared" by Gray Miller from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, out this month from Cleis Press.



Previous excerpts: "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee, "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Bared" by Gray Miller

It is dark. There is no subtle mood lighting, no moonlight, no sharp diagonal streetlight cast on the wall through a slitted shade. It is black in the bedroom, the bed and chair and dresser hidden. Even the usual contrast of their skin—her rich chocolate against his pale cream—remains unseen. Everything is by touch, by sound and by breath, catching, hissing, grunting as they move together.

Foreplay is not the stroking of gentle fingers along the back, or the kiss of soft lips against neck. Foreplay is the rough dishevelment of clothing almost ripped off, of teeth bared and muscles flexed in the violent pursuit of pleasure. Tonight is rope and sweat, strong hands pulling her body this way and that, twisting her arms behind and tightly strapping her forearms together. Her chest thrusts forward, naked tits swollen and heavy from his hard grasp, nipples taut with longing. He surrounds them with rope, over and under, fingers pinching as they pass over the points, her moans adding a soft melody to the rhythm of their bodies moving with and against each other. Other nights he suckles her breasts almost reverently. This night he feasts on them, drawing as much into his mouth as he can, then pulling back, thickening nipple captured between soft tongue and hard teeth. He bites hard, harder, more than most could take, but she is feral and a growl rises from deep in her throat. It escalates into a throaty cry as her head flies back, teeth flashing as she drinks in the dark joy of the pain made pleasure. This is love, yes, but this is not sweet. They are reaching for the animal, the deep, the primal, extracting the pleasure with violent struggle.

Strong fingers pull at her waistband, ripping the delicate lace from her hips. He slides them across the slick wetness of her hot and swollen cunt. Two fingers plunge deep with a come-hither motion again and again, causing her hips to buck with longing, sharp breath gasping out a low murmuring, “Yes…” He echoes the word back, intoxicated by the feeling of her strong body under his hands, his mouth. She pushes up, harder, until it seems it is his hand that is captured, enveloped over and over, by the driving urgency of her cunt. His cock presses against her leg as he fingers her, thumb pressing her mons as her hips piston up against the web of his hand. He begins slow circles around her clit, fingers pressing harder, up and forward, up and forward. She rewards him with an “Oh…oh…oh…” song like a triumphant melody of conquest, her body capturing pleasure from him even within the ropes.

Then his hand is gone, and the triumph becomes a frustrated whimper at the loss. He reaches up, hand still slick with juices, twisting his fingers in the soft, tiny tangles of her hair, pulling face down to cock, to take her mouth. But she is hungry for this, too, drawing him in, sucking and licking. She lets his cock pop out of her mouth for a moment and twists her head down, laving his balls, and now it is his mouth that opens, a wordless “Ahhhh…” escaping into the darkness at the sweet sensation.
You can preorder Serving Him from Amazon and Bn.com. The Kindle ebook edition will be out on February 18th. THANK YOU!

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Interracial BDSM play in "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee

"The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee starts out: "I am black. My lover is white. I call him Sir, partly out of respect, but mostly because it makes him smile." There's a small snippet from the story below, and you can read the whole thing in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission.



Previous excerpts: "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "The Secret of Time Travel" by Jacqueline Applebee

Sir beats me with fast light swats. His belt makes a whooshing noise as he moves. I giggle; I can’t help myself. This is how I always respond at first.

“What are you laughing at, girl?” He tickles my side. “What’s so funny?”

I squirm, wriggle with delight. I feel like a happy little soul. My lover’s fingers are like fireworks. I crackle and sparkle when he touches me. The room glows bright with color.

“Silly little thing.” He suddenly throws down his belt. He uses his hand instead. Sir’s blows are hard and solid on my bottom. My breathing slows as I suck in big gulps of air. This is the second stage of my arousal. All the noise in my throat stops as I absorb the feel of his hand.

“You still with me?” he asks, bending his head to look at me. I nod, unable to speak. My voice escaped me a little while ago. My mind moves back in time to a place where everything was warm and snug; sensation was all I knew. My body follows with every breath I take. The secret of time travel is simply my lover’s hand on my skin. Each impact of flesh against flesh pulls me into a sparkling vortex. Adventure lies beyond a curtain of pain.
You can preorder Serving Him from Amazon and Bn.com. The Kindle ebook edition will be out on February 18th. THANK YOU!

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"Tree whore" outdoor bondage in "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" in Serving Him

Outdoor bondage with a tree lover in "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie, from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission. Tree whores unite!



Previous excerpts: "Breath" by Mollena Williams, "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool" by Gina Marie

Later, he will tell me that he thought about that scene, planned it, choreographed it to the smallest detail. He knew when I would whimper, when I would beg, when I would twist against the bark and spread my quivering legs. Later, he will grin and lick his lips and tell me how beautiful I looked in the sunshine, how when I collapsed backward against the ropes, then forward into his arms, I made an ethereal, animalistic sound, like an angel being fucked by the devil.

But right now it’s happening, and so intense, so immediate, so raw that I can barely express what it feels like. We’re out in the weeds and the trees on the dry side of the mountain. Ponderosa country. The air is hot and dry and smells of branches and dust, the vanilla of ponderosa sap, the bitter salt of sweat, come, pheromones and thick, sweet musk rising.

“The tree has my name on it,” Alec says, grinning like a boy and looking it up and down, giving it a loving pat on the belly, tapping me gently on the ass.

“This is a perfect tree for the tree whore.”

My tree is sturdy and rough. The bark is warm against my skin. I can smell the pine oil in my tree’s exhalations. My tree. My lover. My ropes and buckles and straps.

My lover knows what I want and why I want it. He knows that the sun on my flesh is like food, that his lips against my blinded face and muted mouth are like fire that stokes my soul into believing that all things are possible. He knows that pain is pleasure and that my need to walk on the steep edge of it is marrow deep. Alec strips me naked in the sunshine and begins teasing my flesh. Our skin begins to melt in the heat, and our bodies become indistinguishable from each other.

Before Alec wraps the scarf around my eyes, he buckles the thick vinyl cuffs around my wrists. The sound of metal and vinyl, the smell of it heating up in the sun and against my damp skin makes me weak. I can feel my clit pulsing in the warm breeze. I can smell the molten core of my earth, bark and moss and spore, as it is lifted gently by the wind in the trees.

A creek gurgles in the distance, “Let go, let go, let go, let go.”

Next, my lover binds my torso and legs, the bark hot and harsh against my naked ass and back. He can’t stop grinning. He knows. He knows I have lived every day of my life for these few moments.
You can preorder Serving Him from Amazon and Bn.com. The Kindle ebook edition will be out on February 18th. THANK YOU!

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Breath play in "Breath" by Mollena Williams in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

Mollena Williams' story "Breath" is about a breath play at a kinky event and is one of the most intense stories in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission.



Previous excerpts: "Duo" by J. Sinclaire, "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Breath" by Mollena Williams

This particular event was held, as so many kink events are, in a hotel. I found myself on the floor in a playspace that had been assembled thanks to the labor and intentions of a close-knit group of people who run the event. My dominant is one of them, and so taking time off from the work of running an event to stop and play is a precious connection indeed.

There isn’t anything particularly special about a hotel ballroom. And there sure as hell wasn’t anything special about the hideous carpeting in said ballroom.

But there is magic when you realize that you are being pushed into the aforementioned hideous carpet and you feel every inch of skin being abraded against it as you writhe on the floor, trying to breathe. I was past coherency. I didn’t think about anything clearly except how it was becoming more and more difficult to inhale. I was surprised to learn that my previous issues with breath-play had been neatly circumvented. I was aroused to see him smiling at me, calmly, as I struggled for breath.

How did I wind up in a breath-play scene? Why can’t I breathe? He isn’t choking me… What is happening? Oh, god.

This did not start out as a breath-play scene at all. It started out with one of my favorite toys, a flexible-handled cat-o’-nine-tails. A thuddy whip will get my attention every time. We’d started out with a silly opening to our scene, a playful teasing series of orders to strip, which I obeyed with a faux reluctance, a wink and a smile. The long crimson and saffron scarf that floated about my shoulders wound around my throat as I found the other end of it wound around his hand, but of course he wouldn’t strangle me with it…that was off the table.

Warm-up consisted of the whip finding its flicker-tongued way across the back of my thighs, eliciting sighs and squeals alike from me. But there was an odd impermanence to the rhythm and before long he had put down the whip in favor of availing himself of my pain with his hands.

Fair enough, I thought, since his hands are fairly fucking formidable. This thought was followed by my wailing scream as he dug his fingers deep into the big muscles of my thighs, fingers pushing with insane force into the crease where my hip socket hid within muscle and tendons, pushing me to the place where speech becomes an eel in my mouth and I can’t quite manage words, stuttering and spitting syllables to beg for…what? Mercy? That is a fucking laugh because when I start to feel that real pain; when I can see him observing the edges of my composure fraying: it is just getting good, and mercy simply isn’t in the cards.
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Audio erotica fun with Rose Caraway and free Gotta Have It audiobook offer

Rose Caraway has a very sexy voice and knows how to use it. She's the narrator of the Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex audiobook (read more about it at gottahaveitbook.com/about) and also podcasts, so give a listen to The Kiss Me Quick's and The Sexy Librarian.



And here's a deal: if you leave a review of the audio version of Gotta Have It, she'll send you a free copy of her audiobook Tool. But wait, there's more! I am offering 2 listeners a free copy of the Gotta Have It audiobook in exchange for a review on Audible.com! Email me at rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com with "Audible" in the subject line and the email address you want it send to. Thank you for supporting my work and happy listening!

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Friday, February 15, 2013

M/M/F BDSM erotica in "Duo" by J. Sincalir from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

"Duo" by J. Sinclaire features two dominant men and one submissive woman looking to get her kinky fantasies fulfilled. Read the whole thing in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, out this month from Cleis Press.



Previous excerpts: "Room #3" by Emily Bingham, "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Duo" by J. Sinclaire

There is a delicate balance to submission, whether it is physical or emotional, that is part intuition and part (oh, the perverse irony of it) faith. Not existential, “this is simply not enough” faith, but the willful belief in something or someone that allows us to completely let go. To not be caught up in the self-conscious pretense of day-to-day work and life and cubicles. To not be concerned with ourselves beyond the flush on our cheeks and the cock between our lips. To just let go of anything that could in any way prevent this—this release. This roiling storm of ecstasy. This orgasm that shatters our bodies, again and again, until we are weak and spent, and can fuck no more. This, at any sane cost.

Submission is the first step on a path fraught with pleasure.

I suppose that’s why I’m here. Here being standing between two handsome men who are more than willing to assist me with any desire I could conceive of, or even concoct a few new ones if need be. We’re somewhere private enough, with seating nearby and a counter behind us. They are stocky, solid and strong, similar but all part of a delightful combination when submission comes into play. We are at that moment when intent becomes action, and my heart is already racing.

James makes the first move. Bridging the gap between us in a single step, his hand snakes around my waist and draws our bodies close. Though only slightly taller than me, it is enough that he has to lower his lips to meet mine and he does so slowly, allowing us a few shared breaths first. The anticipation swells, and the eventual kiss makes my cunt ache with demands for attention.

We are frenzied. I tease him with my tongue. He nips at my lip. His fingers dig into the curve of my hip and I can feel his cock stirring against me. My arms lift to drape around his neck and we both lean into each other instinctively. A murmur of pleasure passes my lips, unbidden, as he coils his hand into my hair and tugs sharply.

Our lips part, my head is thrown back, and his tongue and teeth graze along my jawline to my neck.

“What do you want?” he questions me, blunt and demanding.
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BDSM erotica excerpt: Held captive by two men in "Room #3" by Emily Bingham from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

This excerpt from "Room #3" by Emily Bingham from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission needs no introduction because it starts off and grabs the reader, as it does its protagonist!



Previous excerpts: "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Room #3" by Emily Bingham

The door is barely open a couple of inches before a strong arm is grabbing my wrist to pull me into the room. His fingers grip with a firmness that means I can’t pull away as he twists it behind me and into the small of my back. Using this leverage on my wrist, he pushes me against the wall hard enough to knock the air out of me as he kicks the door closed with a sinister slam.

He locks it, the finality of the clicking of that bolt echoing in the room and my head, a reminder that the time to turn back has come and gone. The moment I knocked on this door, I consented to become his plaything. From here on out I have no say in what will happen. No words are to leave my mouth in this space; I am at his mercy. I can only hope I’ve made a wise choice.

My body is pressed against the cold wall, him leaning into my back, wrenching my wrist at intervals to elicit small pained gasps. Already I’m panting, which makes him chuckle sadistically in my ear. All I can hear is my heart racing and his breath against my neck. He spends what feels like forever enjoying this moment, allowing my adrenaline to build.

I move my head a bit to the side in order to see him. This is a mistake. He grabs my hair with his free hand, the one that until now had been resting tenderly against my waist. My head is pulled at a sharp angle so that all I can see is ceiling. Each breath is a struggle with my head tipped this far back, but at least he has unpinned me from the wall.

With my unbound hand, I ineffectually claw at the fingers in my hair until he takes that limb out of the equation by grasping both my hands in his, now trapped between our bodies and twisted between my shoulder blades. His other hand is on my neck now, a soft lover’s caress, all tenderness and reassurance, a messy contrast to the pain in my shoulders. Even I know what comes next, that he’s messing with my mind, letting me get comfortable before his next move.

Though I’m prepared for the moment his grip on my neck becomes tighter, the suddenness still takes me by surprise. He cradles my head into the crook of his shoulder while very literally holding my breath in his hand. The pressure on my throat means if I hold very still I can get enough air to stay conscious but also requires me to fight the very strong urge to not panic.
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Orgasm denial, public nudity and art in "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot

This excerpt from "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot is just the start of a story I'm sure you're going to want to read; just the excerpt has bondage, public nudity and orgasm denial! Read the whole story in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, out very soon from Cleis Press.



Previous excerpts: "The Breaking Point" by Cole Riley, "Pinky by Kissa Starling, "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Shining in the Dark" by Bex vanKoot

She laid the wide canvas out onto the floor of the small play space very carefully, her freshly scrubbed feet tiptoeing daintily from one corner to the next; she tacked it down all along the floorboards, leaving only a small track between the edge and the wall for a safe entry and exit. Her deft moves made it clear how many times she had done this before, and just thinking about all those incredible sessions started Adam’s cock stiffening, pushing to free itself from the long, thin robe as he watched her from the hallway.

She moved in silence, gorgeous and graceful as always, even with her ankles hobbled by the rope cuffs that forced her to take tiny careful steps, naked but for the thick leather panties that locked tight at her hips. Light, nervous chitchat filtered in from the living room where the other four contributing artists sat in matching robes and waited to be invited into the studio. It had been months of planning, testing and boundary setting to bring this all together, and weeks of hard work. Tonight would be their final night together and everyone was on edge.

Adam stood back and admired their work thus far. Last month, Lily had gone through the same painstaking routine with this same canvas and after she had taken her place, laid out like a gorgeous star in the center, they had gone to work painting her beautiful body. The men had taken turns with their paint and his wife in the center of the room while the rest watched, masturbated and made colorful messes of their own bodies in preparation. Yellow, red, black and blue paints were rubbed, brushed and caressed into her skin and when she was covered in color, when each corner of the canvas was painted in one hue of handprints and footprints and butt prints from one of the four men, they had finished her off with a film of hot come and left her there to dry. Adam had waited until she was able to stand again and carried her very carefully through the maze of wet paint to the shower so she could rinse off, leaving a gorgeous white void behind like a blazing shadow.

After he had gently washed her and rubbed her skin with a soft towel, he had given her the good news. The look on her face had been priceless.

“A whole month?” she had asked with that tragically beautiful edge of self-doubt.

He had smiled at her, taken her cheek in his hand and kissed her lips. “Yes. Will you sacrifice your orgasms for an entire month? Can you do that for me? For your art?”
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Albert Camus, BDSM and discipline in "The Breaking Point" by Cole Riley

How can I not love an erotica story that starts by talking about Albert Camus? Here's an excerpt from Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission story "The Breaking Point" by Cole Riley.



Previous excerpts: "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "The Breaking Point" by Cole Riley

Submission is totally giving up control to another person. That was how the French writer Albert Camus described it. It didn’t matter that Camus was talking years ago about the Algerian people being very submissive to the colonist Frenchmen.

When I encountered submission in my life, it was of a different sort. Let me go back to a few weeks ago. After getting off work—as a reporter for a daily newspaper—I went to one of my favorite bars, Costello’s, where I saw the mysterious redheaded girl chatting with the bartender. Teddy, the mixologist, was always good for a laugh or two. I sat near the redhead and watched her down shots of bourbon. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with an exotic cocoa face and a body that could bewitch most men and many women.

“I do it because I like it,” the girl laughed. “It’s not about the money. There’s something in my makeup that draws me to it. I still haven’t figured it out.”

Which were the only words I overheard, but they stuck with me. She smelled delicious, incredibly enticing. Her aroma filled the space at the bar, a whiff of foreign cigarettes, face powder, rouge and an aura of expensive perfume. It made my heart beat fast.

Two days later, I was standing outside my building in Midtown. I had just been handed an infant by a total stranger who asked me to hold her baby while she tied the laces on a running shoe. I looked up and saw the mysterious girl smiling warmly at me as I readjusted the baby in my arms. The infant wet on me.

“Water sports, huh?” the girl smirked. “What a pretty picture.” I shook my head, replying. “She’s not mine. By the way, are you following me?”

The girl laughed gently. She seemed to be eternally happy. Her steps took her away from me to the curb, where she caught a cab. She waved to me from the backseat.

The next time I saw her, it was in the basement of a downtown sex club, and she was hoisted up on this medieval device surrounded by men in suits. Her naked body was trussed up, tied at her waist and at the feet. I was mesmerized by what the men were doing to her; her back was an ugly mess of welts, her buttocks bright red and glowing.

One man reached around her battered body, his fingers going between her legs, dipping inside then lifting them to his mouth to taste her. The other men looked envious.

“I love to discipline young girls,” the man said, turning to me. “Are you a member of the club? I don’t remember seeing you before.”

“A member brought me, I’m just a guest,” I answered, watching the others sniff her citrus female scent like randy bloodhounds.

“And who was that?”

“Hugh brought me down,” I said, seeing the girl trying to glance over her shoulder at me. She recognized the voice.

“Do you like to be disciplined, slave?” another man, with his tie off, asked her.

“Yes, Sir, I do.” The girl stared at her feet.

Without warning, the first man slashed her with a leather whip across the buttocks, not too hard. The girl clearly wanted to yell out, but did not. He leaned toward the girl, stroked her tenderly and put his thick thumb between her pouting, bruised lips. He smiled wickedly at her, reared back and brought the whip down in sharp, stinging strokes. I could tell she loved the pain, the burn and prick of each blow.
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Pink hair and BDSM disobedience in "Pinky" by Kissa Starling in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission

Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission is almost here (I believe my copies are shipping from the printer any day, and the Kindle ebook edition should be out on Monday, and as soon as I hear about audio and Nook, I will post), so I'm sharing excerpts from the stories I haven't posted yet. "Pinky" is about a woman with pink hair with a penchant for misbehavior.



Previous excerpts: "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely, "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.
From "Pinky" by Kissa Starling"

Pinky twirled her long, pale locks around her index finger as she read the last page of Wuthering Heights. Her American history book lay unopened on the grass even though she had a test the next day. Thoughts of Bruce’s face flashed through her mind. His eyes and raised eyebrows signaled anger personified. I guess I should have asked permission, but it is my hair. Besides, it matches my name. How juvenile was that? She might as well stick out her tongue and yell “Nana, nana, boo, boo,” like she did to her father when she was young.

“Exactly the kind of thinking that got you into this mess, isn’t it, babe?” And there he stood. How in the world does he always know what I’m thinking?

“Don’t get me wrong. You’re more than hot with the pale-pink curly locks thing going on, but that isn’t a decision you should have made without me. In case you’ve forgotten, you shouldn’t make any decisions without me.” All six foot four of him towered above her. He pushed a strand of his long black hair behind his ear, a habit that endeared her to him even more.

“If it weren’t for a good cause I would have already tanned your hide good. As it is, your punishment will fit your crime.”

How could he say that? He’d yet to tell her what the punishment was. He knew how she hated not knowing. She held back the sarcastic remark that flowed so readily to the tip of her tongue. Pinky stood, letting the novel fall to the ground. She didn’t say a word, but let her gaze wander over his black leather biker boots with the silver chains, which were slightly scuffed and a little more than sexy. Oh, how she’d like to see him use those chains on her.
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Monday, February 11, 2013

69 erotica stories on audiobook you can try for free with Audible

Yay! Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex is now available from Audible.com as an audiobook narrated by the fabulous Rose Caraway! Buy it from Amazon or Audible and here's a free audiobook offer from Audible. THANK YOU for supporting my audiobooks. I so appreciate finding this new audience and if you do like it, please leave a brief review on Audible. It helps a lot! Here's links to all my audiobooks.



To refresh your memory, some more info, including the book trailer (with lots of author participation, which I think makes it my favorite of my book trailers), and the table of contents, is at gottahaveitbook.com/about, and in September my next 69-story book will be published. More on that soon! And through April 1st, I'm accepting submissions (the book is currently wide open, and I would love to once again publish as many new authors as possible!) for my next 69-story anthology of BDSM submission erotica).

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Sunday, February 10, 2013

Daddy/girl roleplay in "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely

I wrote my first Daddy/girl roleplay in my story "Subbing" in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, but whereas mine is a small snippet of a larger story about a professional submissive, Kiki DeLovely has written "I Always Do" an entire story about Daddy/girl roleplay. Here's the first four paragraphs, and without giving too much away, I will say that I love the turnabout that happens in the story, the way that whatever you might be expecting of a dom, you get that subverted in a wonderful way. We see that getting what you want, demanding what you want, comes with plenty of nuance, even in an intense power dynamic relationship. This is a vivid, riveting, gripping story of kink and desire and love, and I treasure how it offers up the unexpected. That's what I look for in an erotica story, and this one stands out to my mind, in part because I've only published a handful of Daddy/girl stories, and in part because these characters have distinct needs and desires and they get played out masterfully (yes, double entendre intended) here. So while I'm posting the beginning of the story here, trust me, it gets much, much better, and I hope you will check out the full story in Serving Him, whether this is your kink or not. This is also a lesson in defying readers' expectations and drawing them in so they must keep reading.

Previous excerpts: "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "I Always Do" by Kiki DeLovely

My Daddy calls me a word architect. So I pick up my pencil and start drawing up the blueprints to thank him. I make painstakingly precise calculations, planning out every last detail, figuring out how to write him into my life and make the design structurally sound, but it inevitably seems to wobble. Perhaps the most beautiful compositions must.

I’ve had plenty of Daddies in my day. They’ve come and gone, dropping in on my life, some having greater impact than others. No matter how many times I’ve tried to deviate and experiment with other forms of submission, it’s always the archetype of Daddy I find myself kneeling at the feet of, time and time again. Daddy/babygirl play just does it for me. It’s what gets me going, what gets me off, what gets me there.

This particular Daddy, however, makes me bow my head in an all-new way—I look up at him through thick lashes in awe, batting them just slightly. From the first time I saw him, it was as if he was walking into my life again. He’s always felt familiar; we’ve had a certain amount of ease and comfort between us. After the first weekend we spent together, I knew this was…different. This was it.

If I hadn’t believed in past lives before, his inexplicable presence in my life surely would’ve sold me on the concept. How could someone—someone who’s hardly known me—know me so well? And I him? There’s a certain vibration we feel in each other’s cells, and the hum of it can be sensed across great distances. It’s this unspoken connection that magnifies his dominance over me. And still, amidst the depth between us exists a level of playfulness in the ways we spark off of each other. Before we even got together, he was already my Daddy. And the very first time we played, it started off innocently enough.
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Saturday, February 09, 2013

Begging to be spanked in "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde

I love the story excerpted here, "The Golden Ruler," by Giselle Renarde, because it highlights what happens when one half of a couple wants something and is trying--urgently, desperately--to convey it to the other. Sometimes directly asking is not an option, either because the person is nervous about the response, or because part of their fantasy if of the other person to see and feel their desire, especially if what they want is for that person to take over, to take control. Sometimes people and characters can eroticize the asking, and that is dramatized here. It's fertile ground for erotic writing because it's so real and common and human, that desire to have someone else see you for who you are, who you believe yourself to be on an extremely fundamental level. This story is about a woman's interior monologue, and it's riveting. Author Giselle Renarde makes us feel her impatience, her need, her yearning, and the push/pull of wanting what she wants rightnow and, somewhere inside, knowing that being made to wait is part of the power play.

I hope you'll read the entire story in Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission, out later this month, and if you like this excerpt, please like Serving Him on Amazon (yes, we got to 100, but I'd love to keep going). Previous excerpts: "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "The Golden Ruler" by Giselle Renarde

Hit me, Lowell. Oh, god, I need to feel the sting of your palm on my ass. I need it; I need it; I need it. Are you listening, Lowell? Can you hear me? I need a spanking. Now.

Meghan’s face burned as she inched across the carpet. He was sitting on the couch, scotch in hand, acting like she didn’t exist. There she was, buck naked, wrists bound behind her back, ankles tied together, and he was pretending she wasn’t there. If she had to crawl across the living room like a caterpillar, so be it. Anything to get closer to him.

And he just sat on that leather couch, cool as a cucumber. She wasn’t even on his radar, was she?

Look at me, Lowell. I’m down here, laid out at your feet. Can’t you see me? Can’t you see how much I want you? How much I need you? God, Lowell, just spank me now!

Of course, she couldn’t say anything—not with her own cotton panties stuffed in her mouth. Meghan looked up at him pleadingly, but he still wasn’t paying attention. He had that jazz station on the radio, and he just sat there with one leg crossed over the other, listening intently. Meghan couldn’t see past his knees, but she was pretty sure his eyes were open. His eyes were open, he just wasn’t looking at her.

Lowell? Lowell, you know what I need. You’re the only man in the world who knows. Why can’t you just give it to me? Why can’t you look down here at the woman on the carpet and bloody well spank me already?
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BDSM erotica excerpt: "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham

I love that the title of this story, "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham, takes a hallmark of the BDSM community and uses it for erotic purposes, and to illuminate and expand on what that concept means. Serving Him: Sexy Stories of Submission will be here very soon, and I can't wait! Also, postcards are coming soon; I'm taking some to London for Eroticon and to Catalyst, and will be sending them out to anyone who wants one (in the U.S.). If you like this excerpt (or just want to help out my book), please like Serving Him on Amazon (yes, we got to 100, but I'd love to keep going). Previous excerpts: "Tackling Jessica" by Maxine Marsh, "Run, Baby, Run" by Vida Bailey, "The Letter" by Tiffany Reisz part 1 and part 2, "Under Direction" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, "Chattel" by Errica Liekos, "The Coffee Break" by Kristina Wright, "What You Deserve" by Lori Selke and "Subbing" by me.

From "Safe, Sane and Consensual" by Ariel Graham

The evening ended eventually. They always do. It only feels as if they don’t.

“Now,” I said to Annie the minute the door closed behind them. She didn’t even glance at the unlocked door or the carelessly drawn curtains over the living room windows. She removed her shirt, her bra and her watch and laid them on the end table beside the door, then knelt at my feet.

“You may,” I said, and admired the way the lamplight picked out the gold highlights in her hair and the silver tints on the collar I’d locked around her throat on our honeymoon. She wears charms on it, and polite society pretends it’s a necklace.

She paused long enough to give me a dazzling grin that said everything she needed to say about the evening being over, then unzipped my trousers and found me naked under them, rock hard and beaded with want. She pulled my cock out and leaned forward, her tongue out to catch the drops of precome at the head.

“No,” I said and put both hands on either side of her head, pulling her roughly to me. Her mouth hollowed, making room in the instant before I slammed into her, fucking her mouth, making her head bob. She made little grunts and moans, her eyes fluttering open and closed, and when she was deep and as lost as I was, I ordered her to stand, her arms clasped behind her, breasts thrust out at me. I took her strawberry nipples between thumbs and forefingers and began to pinch.

Annie has the most exquisitely sensitive nipples I’ve ever played with. There are times I’ve almost made her come by playing with them. When she’s on top and I’m slapping them, biting them, pinching them, it all takes her over the edge time after time.
If you liked this excerpt, please do like Serving Him on Amazon, where you can also pre-order it. You can also pre-order it from Bn.com. Kindle and Nook editions coming soon. THANK YOU!

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Thank you, Kelly Writers House!

I'm in the midst of so many projects my to do lists have to do lists, but this week I got to teach an incredible erotic writing workshop at Kelly Writers House at the University of Pennsylvania, and I was so impressed with the students. It reinvigorated my love of writing erotica and made me remember when I was a fumbling, misplaced NYU law student discovering the world of sex-positive feminism and arranged for Lisa Palac to come to campus. I get so angry with myself so often for not writing, for having the idea and maybe getting a thousand or two or three words into a story and then putting it down, for not following my dreams, for assuming there is always something better/smarter/more competent out there, rather than going for broke, and if ever there was a time to just go for it, now is it. So I'm very grateful for these students for reminding me that I have something to say and that my mind is still full of ideas, as long as I sit down, for hours or days or weeks or months or years, tuning everything else out, and Do The Work. I hope I will soon have a book of short stories to share with you! But I also know that "hope" is probably the dumbest word to ever pair with writing. I will or I won't. I'll post here either way.

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Tuesday, February 05, 2013

My fellow authors and editors, let's have a likefest!

I'm on a quest to get to 100 likes on Amazon for my new book Twice the Pleasure: Bisexual Women's Erotica and I'm sure many of you could use a boost on Amazon too. You don't have to be an author or editor, of course, but if you are, please leave your Amazon URL in the comments and I promise to like your book too (likely even download it since I'm in a book devouring mood lately). I'm fully aware that maybe this is the dumbest idea in the history of book promotion, but I hate sitting by feeling helpless, like if I don't do that little extra bit, I'm doing a disservice to my books, so I feel like anything I have the ability to do is worth trying. Postcards and bookmarks are coming soon too. Sorry if this seems tedious and stupid. I teeter on the border of tedious and stupid and inspired and excited quite often, trust me. But Serving Him and Twice the Pleasure are books I think have a bit broader appeal than some of my other ones, and I'm hoping someone out there who's been all, "I wonder where I should start when it comes to erotica" will pick them up, but they can only do that if they know where to find them, hence, my maniacal quest for 100 likes. I also only get updates on sales 4 times a year in the form of royalty checks, but Amazon likes I can check any time I want, so it feels a teensy bit more within my control, unlike just about everything else when it comes to putting books out into the world. Just wanted to let you know, I know it's crazy, but I'm crazy. I would never deny that, and maybe, just maybe, my madness will help sell books. A girl can dream. Here's a sneak peek at my story.

From "A Little Fun" by Rachel Kramer Bussel

“Can I buy you a drink?”

He can’t be serious, Dee thinks, willing herself not to roll her eyes. Yes, she’d entered a straight bar, wanting a beer or three and some quiet, to watch the game, maybe, to be alone, but in public. Did she look like the kind of woman who wanted a man to buy her a drink? Her fashion sense since she’d turned fifteen had been all about not looking that way. She didn’t want to be the kind of girl who men thought they owned, simply because she existed. That wasn’t why she was gay, but it was at least part of why she was butch, along with the fact that it felt natural, right, the way all the ads in Hannah’s magazines and on TV always said a “real woman” should feel. Well, damn it, Dee was a real woman, she just wasn’t a girlie one.

Fuck. She was here to think about anything but Hannah, who had lit out of New York the week before, insisting she needed to go to L.A. to pursue her acting dreams. Dee said she would make plans to move out there with her if that’s what Hannah truly needed to be her best self, but Hannah had pressed her delicate, hot pink-painted fingernail against her lips and looked deep into her girlfriend of five years’ eyes, and Dee knew. They were over, whether Dee liked it or not. She’d had to hold back her tears, determined not to let Hannah know how much she ached. That was also part of her butchness; she wasn’t sure why, exactly, that’s just how it was and had always been for her. The femmes cried on her shoulder; if Dee had to cry, it happened in private. That had been six weeks ago, and she was sick of crying. “Sure. A Guinness. Or whatever,” she said, trying not to sound quite so morose. As the guy leaned over the counter, she looked at him. He didn’t look gay—of course, as a good queer, she knew you could never really know for sure until you asked, and sometimes not even then, but everyone has tells, even the militantly straight men who secretly wanted to suck cock. There was usually something. This guy just seemed, well, friendly. He had on worn jeans, cowboy boots, a red, orange and white faded flannel shirt over a white T-shirt.

“Here you go,” he said, and then he grinned.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” The words burst out of Dee’s mouth before she realized quite how harsh they sounded. They weren’t a girl/woman’s words; there was no uptick at the end of the question, no accompanying flirtatious smile or toss of long, glossy hair—Dee didn’t have any of the latter, but if she did, it would be worn down her back in one long braid, like she had in junior high, when her mother insisted she keep it well past her shoulders.

“So what if I am?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t laughing at her—he was challenging her. Dee’s face flushed—she had her tells, as well—and she was annoyed that she was, somewhere, somehow, getting just a little turned on. Had a male stranger who wasn’t overtly gay ever flirted with her like this? She’d have to ponder that one later. She was so used to being the one to make the first move, flirting with women, mostly femmes, the occasional androgynous type, a few trans guys who always made Dee feel old. She looked every bit of her forty years, and she didn’t mind; her body was strong and she’d packed a lot into her life so far.

“Look, I really appreciate this”—Dee held up the cold, frosty glass—“but I’m gay. Into girls. Women. Queer. In case you couldn’t tell.” She gestured down at her outfit and willed herself not to blush when she saw that her nipples were hard beneath her white tank top and T-shirt. It was summer, and she hated wearing a bra and tried to avoid it whenever she could.
Show your support for Twice the Pleasure: Bisexual Women's Erotica by liking it on Amazon and a reminder, if you pre-order it in February, you get a free ebook or autographed paperback.

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