My new threesome story in Three of Hearts edited by Kristina Wright

I have a brand new threesome erotica story in the just-released anthology Three of Hearts edited by Kristina Wright, which will be out as an ebook for Kindle and other ebook forms on Tuesday, March 17th as well.



Here's a little snippet of my story:

An Extra Pair of Eyes
by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Billie could have tried to pretend she was putting an extra coat of lip gloss on for Clyde's sake, but the smile dancing upon her now super shiny lips wasn't for her husband. Or rather, it wasn't for her husband alone. Nor was the tug of desire echoing from deep within her. She knew the difference after four years together. There were times when she wanted nothing more than to rip Clyde's clothes off, or he came home and barely said hello before he was lifting her onto the nearest piece of furniture and kissing her so passionately she lost any thoughts in her head.

But there were other times when what lit her up, inside and out, was the thrill of checking out someone new, imagining his or her lips pressed against hers. Or, in this case, pressed against hers and Clyde's. She didn't know whether Mr. Ripped Jeans and Sexy Stubble would be into that, but the high of flirting with a stranger was that she didn't kneed to know. Simply giving him The Look was enough to make her heart pound so hard she had to force herself to take a deep breath, lest she lose her head entirely.

Those breaths didn't help when she returned to the bar and the guy patted the stool next to him. He'd already ordered her a drink, one clearly far stronger than her planned Diet Coke. Clyde was running late, so why not? She smiled, pursing her glossy lips. "Well, thank you. Dare I ask what this is?"

"Why don't you guess?" His voice made her grip the edge of the bar and tighten the press of her thighs against each other. The tight seam of her jeans taunted her as she shifted, bending low to sip from the edge of the martini glass. She avoided looking at him just then, sure her pale face was by now hot pink.

"A cosmo? Really? That's the best you could do?" She couldn't help the complaint, even as the heat from the sweet drink made its way through her body.

The stranger gave her a good long look up and down. "What did you have in mind instead, princess?"

Threesome erotica story "Anything for Her" in Anything for Her

My threesome story “Anything for Her” is in the Xcite Books e-book anthology called...Anything for Her. I think this will also be a print book, like Sex at Work, which arrived in the mail this week.

Anything for Her by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Emma is so hot for her girlfriend, Jenny, she'll do anything to please her, including inviting Jenny's new crush, Damon, into their bed. She doesn't think she's all that into men, but Damon soon wins her over and she winds up fully enjoying their triple play, getting stuffed with his cock with her beautiful babe by her side. Her initially selfless act turns out to be one that brings her the joy of watching them as Jenny fulfills her fantasy and being a very eager participant.



I've got a lot more stories coming out...not all are winners, but the point is, they're finished. I finished them, not got 90% of the way through and gave in to my inner voice telling me, "Everyone else's will be better than yours." I hear that way too much.

I’m trying not to be the slacker girl I once was…can’t make up for past sins, but I can push myself to keep on writing, even when I hate it, even when I think it sucks. My new motto is not just the perfect is the enemy of the good, but the perfect is the enemy of the mediocre. So far it’s working…I’m even producing some things that I really like. Fancy that!

I lost my Black Lace virginity - twice

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I have two stories in the new Black Lace (RIP, this year is the last year they are publishing anything new) anthology Sexy Little Numbers. I even got my name on the cover, woo-hoo! As someone who owns a lot of Black Lace books and has been reading them since way back in the early 2000s when I was first writing erotica, this is an extreme honor.

The first excerpt is from the start of the story, the "All in the Details" one, about a bisexual couple's dirty talk is a little bit into the story. I'm honored that the esteemed Adam Nevill (now at XCite Books) bought these stories and that I'm in a Black Lace anthology. Seriously, pinch me! I think I blogged this before, but yes, "The Perfect Distraction" is fiction, but was inspired by a hot couple I'd have hooked up with if we'd had time who I met at Dark Odyssey. Also, any time I can work in photo hunt, aka "the naked girl game," I'm a happy writer.

The Perfect Distraction
by Rachel Kramer Bussel

It’s hard to get distracted from watching an orgasm relay race, but Charles and Amanda manage to distract me quite easily. We’re all standing watching five women get fucked by powerful, giant machines that are intent on bringing them to orgasm. The room is filled with the collective energy of held breaths, wet pussies, and hard cocks as we partake in the highlight of the BDSM conference. Except for, well, me. I’ve come here on my own, and the two of them are the hottest thing I’ve seen all weekend, outstripping even the motor-powered climaxes just waiting to happen. Real live flesh will win out over machinery anytime, though in this case it’s pretty close.

Still, it’s undeniable that they are creating their own quite powerful energy right in front of me, the kind that you feel more than see, the kind that makes your pussy tingle and your brain go to mush. He’s got a sexy short brown beard and pinchable cheeks, and she’s got red hair, glasses, and a cleavage-baring red dress, but it’s not just their looks; it’s the energy they give off that makes me want to escape from the crowd and get them alone. They’re whispering and giggling and she’s running her hand under his shirt; I imagine she’s running a fingertip over his nipple. I can’t make out their words, but I don’t need to; I can tell they’re plenty dirty.

We keep turning toward each other, the attraction palpable, like we’ve already dispensed with the getting-to-know-you small talk and moved on to getting-to-fuck-you. He’s rubbing the back of her neck, and I picture him grabbing her there and shoving her onto her knees. I step closer to them and get in on their whispering. “Charles wants you to spank him,” Amanda says to me, then looks away. She’s made me blush, and I tell her so. I may put on a good front, but I’m never quite sure what to do when people so boldly proposition me. Clearly they’ve heard about the impromptu spanking demo I gave the day before, one that was fun, but nothing to write home about. It was a momentary bit of pleasure, but it didn’t make me ache like watching the two of them does.


All in the Details
by Rachel Kramer Bussel

I had already slipped my fingers between my legs. This was the best foreplay we’d engaged in in years. I was so smitten with the idea of my very manly, hunky boyfriend jerking off in secret as he lusted after his male roommate. It was so forbidden and naughty and hot. I’ve long loved looking at men kissing, whether photos, porn, or real-life opportunities, and have even initiated male-on-male action from some of my friends who’ve seemed interested but tentative, though those forays had never yielded more than a few moments of mutual pleasure. And while watching bonafide gay guys make out is arousing, getting two men who wouldn’t otherwise be drawn to their own sex to discover the thrill of kissing another man, making another man hard, is the sexiest power trip I know. My friend Belinda taught me how to go about it, and it’s been a little party trick of ours over the years, but one whose excitement was fleeting and impossible to predict; some guys can, indeed, resist a pretty girl pouting and begging him to pucker up.

So knowing that my lover, the man I’d shared a bed with for the past two years, had just such an episode in his past, was making my wetness practically spill onto my fingers. “I was going to just try to make my cock calm down, but I wound up beating off as I thought about him down on his knees sucking me off. I had to shut my eyes and soon I was coming, biting my lip to stifle my moans as I quickly cleaned up and headed back out, trying to keep my dirty thoughts to myself, even though I knew there was no going back. Once I’d pictured him swallowing my seed, I knew we’d be naked together by the end of the night.” He paused to kiss the back of my neck, almost absently, like he wished it were Jason’s. Then he came to life, nuzzling against me, breathing in the scent of my grapefruit shampoo, so he got to be there and here at once. We both did, and I was getting such a vivid picture in my mind, I was starting to regret that we hadn’t met back then and could’ve devised a way for me to watch this gay seduction in action.

“I took him to a bar off campus that most students shunned because it had nothing fancy to offer. But as you know, I have a soft spot for dive bars, and the darkness there was the perfect cover for me to both cheer Jason up and make him think our getting together was his idea. I bought us both beers, whatever was on tap, and then made him chug his. Then I got us another round and suggested we play photo hunt--you know, that game you love, actually, with the almost-naked girls you have to match up with each other.” I giggled, because it’s true; just like his former friend, I get beyond excited when I see that a bar has those video games. They bring out my competitive spirit along with my desire to check out other women.

“I figured that if we were both safely looking at women, women in glistening bikinis, picturing what we’d do with these girls, we’d both get turned on, but the chances of any real-life women entering our realm were slim. The chances of them coming on to us were even slimmer, so the result would be that we’d head back to our room a little buzzed and a lot horny. And that’s pretty much what happened.” His fingers found mine inside my panties as he pressed his hard-on against my backside. I was glad this wasn’t just some chore he was doing as a favor, recounting the time he got it on with another guy. I’d done the same for him, told him about fiery kisses with other girls, my friend who attacked me one night and wouldn’t stop until I sucked her nipples to orgasm, or my ex-girlfriend who delighted in lifting up my skirt and giving me spankings anywhere and everywhere. I loved sharing those details because I’d been with too many guys who were close-minded and felt threatened by even a hint of lesbian lust. Here I’d found a hot guy who not only wanted to hear about my dykey past, but had a little contribution of his own to our bisexual relationship.

In other words, I knew that at the end he’d fuck me senseless. “Keep going,” I murmured, meaning both his fingers and his tale.

“So we played a few more rounds, wound up getting free vodka shots from the bartender, and capped things off with a final beer. Jason was grinning, and when I asked if he was feeling better, he looked at me like I was speaking in tongues. ‘What do you mean? I’ve never felt better,’ he said, with a little slur in his voice. ‘Let’s get out of here,’ he said and winked.”

Author interview with Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories contributor Amanda Earl

This is cross-posted with the Do Not Disturb blog.





This is the first in a series of author interviews with the contributors to Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories. Stay tuned for more!

How did you come up with the idea for your story “Welcome to the Aphrodisiac Hotel” in Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories?

I love hotel lobby bars; whenever I'm in one I always eavesdrop on conversations. I find it fascinating that they are meeting places for strangers, there for conferences or other gatherings.

Were you inspired by any particular hotels?

In Ottawa, there's a hotel downtown, which is part of the Westin Hotel chain and is attached to a large mall, the Rideau Centre and a conference centre. It has a great lobby bar with a fantastic view of a famous landmark hotel, the Chauteau Laurier.

Is there a part of a hotel that you think is the sexiest?

The lobby as in my story, but also the elevator. Lots of possibilities for play there, especially if you have a room on the top floor of a tall building.

What's been your favorite hotel experience (x-rated or not)?

I once had a threesome at the Westin with my husband and a man I'd met on line. We all fucked in the big bed. I sucked my husband's cock while the other guy did me doggy style. We had a view of the Canadian Parliament Buildings. It was both arousing and inspiring.

What do you think a hotel needs to make it a "sexy hotel?"

I hate to sound obsessive, but it needs a really good lobby bar for clandestine encounters and hook ups with strangers. The Ritz Carlton in Montreal has a very sexy lobby bar with good snacks and great martinis. It also has a tea room for more delicate assignations.

Is there a specific hotel you've stayed in which you recommend, and/or a hotel you want to stay in, and why?

Isn't there a hotel in New York that will send up sex toys to your room? That would be fun. I also recommend the Mirror Lake Inn in Lake Placid New York. Some of the rooms that are not part of the main building have spiral staircases and fireplaces. Then after your wild sexual escapades you can go take a walk around the beautiful lake.

What's next for you?

In the spring, I have a story called "Ghost Swinger" coming out in the on line anthology Swing! put out by Logical Lust and edited by Jolie du Pre. Another story, "the Juice Extractors" will appear in the Ultimate Art of Erotica, 2009, published by Crystal Dreams. I believe that book will be out by the summer. I also blog over at my erotica blog: amandrotica.blogspot.com.

And here's a little sneak peak at Amanda's story, "Welcome to the Aphrodisiac Hotel," which opens Do Not Disturb, but do be sure to get the book to read the whole thing.

I’ve always had a thing for hotel lobby bars. They act as a buffer between business and pleasure. Sometimes business is pleasure. I shiver with desire in the shadow of a group of bankers or politicians sipping their scotch, the scent of money and power folded into every crease of their navy blue suits. Do these men have mistresses or escorts waiting for them in their luxury suites? Maybe a bellboy will kneel for them after he takes their luggage up to their rooms, for a little money in his palm. Or perhaps basking in the afterglow of a strategic win is all they need, sitting in this bar, nursing their drinks. They never seem in any hurry to leave.

These establishments have their own sets of rules--check your morality at the door along with your suitcase. When you visit a hotel lobby bar, anything can happen. What I like about them is their illicitness, the fact that they are just steps away from elevators that carry clandestine lovers up to hotel beds where so many other people have fucked or cried or indulged in decadent room service dinners. Or maybe it’s their transitory nature…places where strangers pass in the night for one brief encounter that could change their lives forever--or at least for right now.

The woman sitting at the wrought iron and marble table for two near the window and sipping a dry martini with two olives is a sales rep, most likely for a pharmaceutical company. There are numerous drug sales reps in hotel lobby bars at any given moment.

I notice her the moment she walks in. I muse over whether she’s a blatant or merely accidental exhibitionist.