My Bakerella interview and 3 Cake Pops recipes at Lemondrop

I interviewed the fabulous Bakerella (aka Angie Dudley) about her new book Cake Pops for the site Lemondrop. Not only that, but you get 3 fun recipes for basic cake balls, jack o' lanterns and yummy mummies, and cute photos, so do check it out! Photos below are from Cake Pops - click on them to read the Lemondrop piece.

I interviewed Kristen Schaal and Rich Blomquist about The Sexy Book of Sexy Sex

Click through to read my interview with comedian Kristen Schaal and The Daily Show writer Rich Blomquist about their new book The Sexy Book of Sexy Sex. It's my first piece for excellent AOL blog Lemondrop, of which I'm a big fan!

Win a copy of The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook: Dating & Sex

Publisher Chronicle Books sent me a copy of The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook: Dating & Sex to give away. Actually, they gave me two and one will be given away tomorrow night at In The Flesh Reading Series!



To enter, leave a comment along with an email address (use name at domain.com if you're worried about spam) to reach you telling me what your worst sex or dating experience ever has been. Winner will be chosen at random.

Deadline: December 30, 2009, 11:59 pm EST

Comments are moderated so please only leave your local bookstore.

You can also purchase the book at Amazon.com or wherever books are sold.

About the book:

The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook: Dating and Sex

The authors of the best-selling The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook are back—and they've brought a date. Whatever your own dating nightmares are, take it from the professionals, things can get worse. Just in time for Valentine's Day, here are dozens of scenarios covering every phase of the romantic—or not so romantic—turn of events. Learn how to remove stubborn articles of clothing, slip away from a blind date, and get rid of unsightly stains. Discover the secrets of dealing with a bad kisser and of surviving a meeting with your date's parents. Hands-on, step-by-step illustrated instructions help guide you through these and many more perils d'amor. Tasteful and useful, and with an appendix of great pickup lines, breakup lines, and all-purpose excuses, this is the book you need when you wake up next to someone whose name you can't remember.

Joshua Piven is a writer, editor, and Web site designer who lives in Philadelphia. He's ready for anything.

David Borgenicht is a Philadelphia-based writer whose own worst-case scenario involved a heavy-armored vehicle in Pakistan.

Jennifer Worick author of the journals My Dysfunctional Life and My Fabulous Life, has been hit on by some of the experts for this book. She, along with the other authors, lives in Philadelphia.

Kristen Schaal and Rich Blomquist book deal

Fun fact: Christina Amini is also Susie Bright's editor at Chronicle.

From Publishers Marketplace:

Comedian and Flight of the Conchords star Kristen Schaal and boyfriend Daily Show writer Rich Blomquist's THE SEXY BOOK OF SEXY SEX, a book of sexual advice and history -- covering everything from orgies ("the more the hairier") to the latest slang ("Dirty Sanchez, Greasy Monocle, Clever Octopus") with passages of titillating erotica sprinkled throughout, to Christina Amini at Chronicle, in a pre-empt, for publication in fall 2010, by Daniel Greenberg at Levine Greenberg Literary Agency (NA).

Interesting packaging for Nerve: The First Ten Years

My copy of the Nerve.com book Nerve: The First Ten Years (Chronicle Books) came in the mail today, in very interesting wrapping. The publicist told me they've had some concerns over the book getting stolen because of it - it was sent in see-through bubble wrap...with a (Trojan) condom and (Good Vibrations) lube! You can also check out the content online and vote for your favorite pieces. It has work by tons of artists and writers like Kevin Keck (on handjobs) and Em & Lo and others, and I'm looking forward to checking it out further (contributor J.L. Scott reads from the book Thursday, January 15th at In The Flesh).

Susie Bright to read February 19th, NOT January 15th

Just a heads up - Susie Bright will now be reading at In The Flesh on February 19th with readers from X: The Erotic Treasury, NOT January 15th, so mark your calendars accordingly. I'll have both lineups for you very soon. In the meantime, there are still 10 red hot reasons to attend this Thursday's reading.

Susie Bright interviewed me about bukkake and more

That got your attention, right?



Well, the brilliant and talented Susie Bright interviewed me about my story "A First Time for Everything" in her new hardcover anthology (a perfect holiday gift!) X: The Erotic Treasury. Oh, and in case you forgot, MARK YOUR CALENDARS - Susie and a bunch of other contributors are reading January 15th, 8-10 pm at In The Flesh Reading Series. I'll have the full lineup very soon. (Sadly, Marcelle Manhattan, who immortalized In The Flesh in X, can't make it. I just may read her story instead of mine if she's okay with that! Or perhaps have someone else read it who can do it justice.)



Here's a snippet, and you can read the rest in her PDF of interviews with other X authors.

Tell me how you would cast the film version of your story that we're publishing in "X"... just for fun!

Oh wow! I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe Angelina Jolie? Well, my original instinct would be to go for somebody with a kindof wild image, but maybe it’d be fun to go with someone more “wholesome” looking. Anna Faris? I probably only say that cause I think she’s really cute. The truth is…as for me, I doubt I’d want to see the film version of my story. I’m fascinated by bukkake but don’t have much desire to watch it on film. Maybe that’s my secret inner prude.

How did you first get the idea that a Bukkake party could be a girl-centric notion instead of the "degrading-how-could-you" version that we usually see in the porn movie world and among its critics? How many guys do you think are actually comfortable in group jerk off situation? I don't think it's as much a part of "every boy's life" as the erotic imagination ahs led us to believe.

I’m not sure how the idea first came to me, but I really like switching things around, like I just wrote a story about a rape fantasy, where a woman wants to try it with her boyfriend…but it’s from his point of view, and they do it. I like to make my characters (and myself, to some extent) unnerved, thrown off course. In this story, the protagonist thinks she’s so blasé and over everything about sex, but she still has this one big fantasy, and to some extent, is nervous about it. I like the idea that she’s orchestrating it all, but there are still some elements she can’t orchestrate.

Okay, maybe I lied a little because, while I highly doubt I would ever live it out, I’m kindof fascinated by bukkake and have a bit of a fantasy about it myself. It’s kindof like, given free reign, what would I do? I think the story asks whether something like bukkake is inherently degrading. Probably not for her, but a little bit for the guys in the story. They’re just parts of a whole, the whole being a series of cocks.

I think a lot of guys act like they’d be into anything and everything, but the reality is much more complicated. Even the idea that straight guys all want threesomes with two girls and to get blowjobs, well, I’ve been with guys who weren’t into those things at all, were in fact turned off by them. We don’t give straight guys, especially, enough credit, in my opinion for having as active erotic imaginations and fantasies as women. We kindof assume that they see breasts or ass or pussy and are instantly horny, and to me, that’s pretty demeaning and just not realistic.

I’m sure that for most people who are into watching bukkake porn or thinking about it, the idea of it is enough for them. Yes, some people are into doing it, but I would imagine that making the reality live up to the fantasy is a tough challenge. Kudos to those who can do it; for me, I like having it as a fantasy. There are lots of things that I fantasize about that I doubt I’d ever do, or maybe only if the stars were aligned just so. I like fiction because I can make those stars align.

You can read all the interviews in handy PDF form.

And as a little bonus for you, here's the first part of my (fictional, people!) story:

A First Time for Everything
by Rachel Kramer Bussel


“Are you sure you want to do this?” Billy asked me.

“As sure as I’ll ever be,” I said, feeling surer even as the words came out of my mouth. After all, what kind of a tease would I be if I backed out of the bukkake party I’d organized myself?

It all started with truth or dare. I’m a wordy girl and will always pick truth over dare, even though I consider myself pretty gutsy. But without truth, without words, without syllables spilling out into sentences, dares don’t make any sense; they’re just reckless actions of the sort performed by drunk boys in late-night racecars, rather than the magnificent grace of a tightrope walker or bungee jumper. I want to be the daredevil superhero girl of sex, boldly going where few, if any, of my peers have gone before. If I go with a dare, it’s of my own making, one that really does push me right up to my limits, not just where an envious partygoer would like to see me go.

The truth is, I’m a thrill-seeker. I’m the girl who’s been there, done that, and gone on to relish telling the story over and over again. I’ve had sex with men and women, in groups, in public, in dungeons. I’ve had all manner of sex toys, real and improvised, shoved into my pussy. I’ve been fucked underwater and spanked on camera. I’ve said yes to things simply to shock other people. I’ve used a violet wand and a Magic Wand and a TENS Unit. I’ve had all my toes shoved into a greedy bottom’s mouth, and I’ve sucked two cocks at once. I’ve made a girl profess her love to me the first night I met her, all because of the way I wielded my fist. I’m only 24, but let’s just say, I get around. I prefer being single because it gives me room to play the field without worrying about hurting anyone’s feelings. I like coming home at six a.m. once in a while, doing the quick two-hour catnap, shower, and change, using the memory of the night before to fuel me when the lack of sleep threatens to kick in. I’m the one my friends call on for advice, even referring me around to curious but shy friends: “Oh, call Caitlin, she’ll know.” Yes, that’s me, the girl’s who’s done just about everything (and everyone), whose little black book is actually a massive journal scrawled with names and stories and phone numbers and Polaroids, a glorious jumble of limbs and cocks and breasts and lips, ones I’ve never sought to try to untangle into a neat, tidy chronological history.

Sex has always been the starting point, never the end, to any inquiry about who I am. It’s the gateway drug to, well, more sex, to finding out more about how I operate, what buttons I like having pushed and which I set permanently to caution. This utterly carnal lifestyle is balanced by the hoursdaysweeksyears worth of fantasies that must jumble together until I’m compelled to act. I’m not just an ethical slut, I’m a thoughtful one, too. The time I spend thinking about sex, pondering its every nuance and possibility, far exceeds the time I spend engaging in it, and I’m perfectly happy with that uneven ratio.

So when Sally asked me what my deepest, dirtiest, darkest fantasy was during what had, up til that point, been a rather tepid game of truth or dare (bra size and taking one big bite of everything in the refrigerator amongst the highlights), I told her—and the whole room. “I want to do bukkake. I mean, be on the receiving end. I want to be lying naked on the floor and see a circle of cocks, all pointing at me. I want a round of boys to want me so badly they’ll get naked in front of each other, press their dicks up in my face, while I beg them to come all over me. I want them to take turns shoving their cocks down my throat, slapping them against my lips, rubbing them on my skin, in my hair, doing whatever the hell they please. Maybe I’ll be tied up, though then that would deprive me of the pleasure of giving two handjobs at once. I don’t know exactly how it would work, but it’s been a mainstay of my fantasy life for years.” I paused...

Read the rest in X: The Erotic Treasury.

Adventures in book covers: The Secret Life of Syrian Lingerie

A good book cover should, well, make you want to pick up the book. And, ideally, want to read the book, but first it needs to get your attention. Grab you amongst a sea of other books eagerly awaiting your eyes. This cover grabbed me when I saw it at the Shakespeare & Co. on the Upper East Side. I was intrigued by the bra, by the fact that I know nothing about Syrian lingerie, by the very concept. It's out from Chronicle Books and I'll be reviewing it here soon.

The rumors are true: Susie Bright reads at In The Flesh January 15th

Yes, it's true: the beloved Susie Bright is reading at In The Flesh on January 15, 2009, in a night dedicated to her new hardcover anthology X: The Erotic Treasury, just out from Chronicle Books. Mark your calendars and make sure to get there early cause it's a small bar. Books will be for sale; all readers TBA soon!

In The Flesh immortalized in hardcover in Susie Bright's new book

My bukkake erotica story "A First Time for Everything" closes the gorgeous hardcover book just out from Chronicle Books, X: The Erotic Treasury, edited by Susie Bright.

Imagine my surprise when I opened it to see my reading seriesIn The Flesh, which celebrates its 3rd anniversary November 20th, immortalized on its pages! This is so amazing and one of the hottest stories I've ever read, and should give you a taste of what it's like BUT please note you cannot actually come and recreate this at the reading. But you just might find a hottie to go home with (be respectful though, it's a reading, not a pickup joint, but still). Plus free sex toys and condoms and $4 drink specials and amazing readers. Be there Thursday at Happy Ending Lounge, 302 Broome Street, NYC, from 8-10 pm (free, 21+). And as soon as I can figure out the hell-to-navigate Blogads, I'll have my very first Blogad up here for X.

Second Date
by Marcelle Manhattan

Now is not the time for nostalgia.

I remember our evening last summer: KGB Bar, Lower East Side. I was wearing a white sundress. He was late, and I had to sit alone. Why had I agreed to a second date Was I bored? Did I like him more than I realized, after our first night out?

“So, Rachel Kramer Bussel is hosting this reading…I know erotica can be hit or miss, but it sounds like fun. Do you wanna go?”

I didn’t want to seem like a girl who’d never attended an erotic reading or didn’t know who Rachel Kramer Bussel was. I felt nervous and silly in my white J.Crew dress.

“Marcelle!” I saw him dash up to the bar. “Sorry; working late.” He kissed my cheek. As he ordered my martini, he flashed his sunny smile, and I relaxed a little.

“Just in time,” John said, as he handed me a sophisticated, funneled glass. The room silenced as Ms. Bussel took the podium, looking more like an Ivy League classmate of mine, I thought, than an erotic reading organizer.

John stood drinking whiskey like water as a petite woman recited her memoirs as a dominatrix on Wall Street. Before that night, I hadn’t truly known what a dominatrix did: pissing on well-dressed bankers and fucking their tightly wound asses with a thick, silicone strap-on as they writhed on the ground in humiliation. I took a gulp of my martini.

The second reader narrated his exploits with a candy-sweet, barely legal intern, who seduced him innocently with her short skirts at the office and screamed disturbingly hot filth while they fucked.

I sat, uncertain of my reaction. I wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was creamy wet between the legs. I didn’t know how to acknowledge my arousal in a public setting. By the third reading, I wanted to rub myself against the barstool, and John kept looking at me and smiling as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

We clapped politely for the story, and I moved my stool closer to him. I wanted our legs to touch, to rest my hand on his. I am not an initiator, but I could slowly let my lap fall open, legs spread invitingly, one bared knee brushing his leg...

And later:

Together, we stroked the smooth flesh. I felt it give beautifully back and forth, malleable and hard, under our collective grip. John had nice hands; I loved feeling him touch me while I caressed his cock. Then I let go, so I could watch him.

First, he moved it in front of my face, so I could taste longingly from underside to tip, and loll my tongue playfully around the head, lapping at its formidable split. I licked for a while, longing for more, until he groaned and pulled it away. Then, he took down my straps to shove it in between my breasts, the cleavage perfectly formed by the angle at which I leaned forward on the sink.