Flash ebook sale: $1.99 gets you 2 ebooks Tasting Her and Women in Lust

My fabulous publisher Cleis Press lowered the price on my Kindle ebooks Tasting Her: Oral Sex Stories and Women in Lust to $1.99, and I'm going to give you an extra bonus, today through Friday, August 16th at 11:59 pm EST. Buy one of these ebooks, I'll send you the other free. Forward your Amazon.com receipt to me by Saturday morning, August 17th at 9 a.m. EST at rachelkb at gmail.com with "BOGO" in the subject line, and tell me where to send the ebook (I can't send to an @kindle.com address). Thank you! If you want to make me think you're extra awesome, I'd love it if you'd leave a review if you like the book (Amazon reportedly treats books with 30 or more reviews better, so I'm trying to get on their good side!).


Tasting Her: Oral Sex Stories

Introduction: Reading Her Lips

Cavanaugh’s Ridge Jeremy Edwards
Snatch Donna George Storey
Teaching Teresa Gwen Masters
Queen of Sheba Jen Cross
Suspension Craig J. Sorensen
Kiss the Cook Giselle Renarde
Happy Hours Adelaide Clark
Spill Alison Tyler
Rain Check Emerald
Treatment for a Tongue Job Thomas S. Roche
The Goth Chick Lisette Ashton
The Vitality of Youth Joanna Christine
Cunnilingus 101 Rachel Kramer Bussel
Read Her Lips Stan Kent
Down There Julia Moore
To the Point Rita Winchester
Hold On, I’m Coming Kristina Wright
Dropping the Hint Drew James Dyer
Pause Sommer Marsden
All about the Girls Shanna Germain
The Dominance of the Tongue Teresa Noelle Roberts

Introduction: Reading Her Lips

Whether you’ve delved between a woman’s legs, received cunnilingus, or fantasized about either, Tasting Her has a lot to offer you. To be honest, I’m usually not the biggest fan, personally, of getting head. Often it feels either rushed or perfunctory, or like I’m not sure how long I should give the person until we move on to something else. I don’t always know when or how I will come, though plenty of women swear by a little tongue-lashing (or a lot!) to do the trick.

What’s great about this collection is that there are oral sex connoisseurs and newcomers, men and women, who explore the treasure to be found in a woman’s pussy, often in surprising ways. Maybe they think they know everything there is to know about giving (and getting) head, but have a partner who wants to show them something new.

We sometimes forget, given stories about men who refuse to go there (and yes, I’ve encountered a few), that there are plenty of men and women who truly enjoy, relish, and get turned on by basking in a woman’s sex. The kind who find eating pussy not just a pit stop on the way to something greater, but the ultimate pleasure. Sometimes this can take the form of a BDSM scene, where someone is being “forced” to do what he really loves best. At other times, these happy lickers have to convince their partners that they want it so bad they’ll do anything to get it.

In Jen Cross’ outstanding story, “Queen of Sheba,” we meet one such couple:

Jimmy would use his hands to hold me open, and his whole mouth, his nose and chin and cheeks. He’d fuck me with his tongue, then lap at me with the full flat of it, wriggle the tip across my clit, then capture the fat little head between his thin lips and suckle first gently, then more sharply, as I came. And came. And came.

He got me off so many times when he was down there, like that was the whole point. Can you imagine?

Her narrator learns that some men treat a woman’s pussy like it’s the pinnacle of her body, even when the woman herself may be a little puzzled as to what he loves about it so much.

I’ve been in the position of Gwen Masters’ Teresa in “Teaching Teresa,” refusing to let someone go down on me simply because I didn’t think it would be all that fun. The last person I tried that with, though, used my refusal as a pawn in our sexual game, and when I let him advance, he showed me just how wonderful a well-placed tongue could feel. I think he wanted to show me what I’d been missing. In Masters’ story, our hero has to articulate what it is he enjoys about the act:

“I love everything about it,” he told her. “I love the smell--that deep and secret scent. I love the taste. I love the way it changes when a woman comes, and the way it changes again after I’ve been inside her. It’s like I can taste all the different levels of arousal.”

Teresa was looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Most of all, I love the way a woman moves. I love the way the same touches can get a different reaction every time. But I also love finding that one thing that drives a woman crazy every time.”

Other lessons are imparted throughout this collection, and I can tell you that by the end of the editing process, I was more than ready to spread my legs. Whatever your feelings about going down, I hope this book will broaden your horizons, and expose you to the ways cunnilingus can become part of a relationship, a quickie fling, a BDSM scene, and so much more. The characters here, from the dedication of the man who gives geographical names to specific parts of his lover’s sexual anatomy in Jeremy Edwards’ “Cavanuagh’s Ridge” to the kinky pleasures of the couple in Teresa Noelle Roberts’ “The Dominance of the Tongue,” have a thing or two to teach you about pussy power. Savor them and their adventures, as well as your own.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City


Women in Lust: Erotic Stories

Introduction: Ladies Who Lust

Naughty Thoughts Portia Da Costa
Guess Charlotte Stein
Her, Him, and Them Aimee Pearl
Bayou Clancy Nacht
Smoke Elizabeth Coldwell
Bite Me Lucy Hughes
Ride a Cowboy Del Carmen
Queen of Sheba Jen Cross
Hot for Teacher Rachel Kramer Bussel
Unbidden Brandy Fox
Something to Ruin Amelia Thornton
Guitar Hero Kin Fallon
Ode to a Masturbator Aimee Herman
Orchid Jacqueline Applebee
Cherry Blossom Kayar Silkenvoice
Rain Olivia Archer
The Hard Way Justine Elyot
Strapped K D Grace
Beneath My Skin Shanna Germain
Comfort Food Donna George Storey

Ladies Who Lust

Lust. It’s one of those four-letter words that trips off the tongue. When I say it out loud, it makes my lips want to curve into a smile. Lust is more than simple arousal; it is the force that makes us not just turned on, but craving a certain person (or people).

I used to write a sex column called “Lusty Lady,” named after the famed strip club, but somehow lusty, rhyming as it does with busty, sounds a bit like a joke, an added bit of humor, which is how our culture often treats sex. Lust, though, is different; it’s intense, overpowering. While in real life we may not always act every time lust calls to us, in fiction, we can abandon the safety of propriety and seek out lust and sex wherever we find them.

The characters in Women in Lust may vary in the objects of their lust, and how they go about acting on their urge, but what connects them is that pure impulse for a lover. Sometimes he is someone she knows well, is married to or dating; in other stories, he is a stranger, and is sexy precisely because he represents the unknown. Women also lust after other women here, as in Kayar Silkenvoice’s Japanese happy ending massage story, “Cherry Blossom,” and while we only hear one side of the story, I’d like to think the working woman is doing more than just her job. In addition to the culture clash, there’s the joy of throwing caution to the wind while on vacation, using travel to broaden one’s sexual horizons. Whether watching a lover playing guitar, using a webcam, going out for a smoke or simply embracing a chance encounter, these women seize the opportunities presented to them, and savor the lovers who teach them about themselves and help them open up to new sensual possibilities. Sometimes that means looking at the man they live with in a new light, and other times that means something much naughtier. Either way, their lust is a valued part of their lives, not a pesky afterthought or to-do list item on “date night.”

The objects of their lust are not always the “right” person. In “Rain,” a woman falls for her best friend’s boyfriend, one of the ultimate dating taboos, but she goes for it. Sometimes the desire itself, the way it can be used to tease and taunt, as in Charlotte Stein’s “Guess,” is maddening, but we embrace our lusts even when they are maddening, even when they make us do things we might otherwise consider reckless.

For every woman here who can locate her lust on the map of her body, who zeros in on her target and goes for it, there is another who is opened up to her lust by a lover, whether it’s Jen Cross’s narrator pondering what it was, exactly, her orally generous long-ago lover got out of being between her legs. The first words of Shanna Germain’s powerfully kinky “Beneath My Skin” are “I’m afraid,” to which her lover, Kade, responds, “You should be.” Fear can be a powerful motivator and, crossed with lust, can lead to explosive results.

Whether discovering the joy of a younger man, not to mention some delicious pudding, in “Comfort Food,” by Donna George Storey, or taking sex and bondage into the great outdoors in “Something to Ruin” by Amelia Thornton, these women indulge in new ways of getting off and pushing the limits of their lust. Thornton writes: “Despite my longing, there was still part of me that wanted to protest, to tell him to cut me loose, to run wildly through the forest back to the safety of our picnic blanket, but to me that is the beauty of rope: to desire escape but to willingly be imprisoned, to feel the pressure of something that prevents my movement, yet to know there is no place that I feel safer than when trapped like this.” She captures the excitement of giving in to a dominant lover, even when there is a small part of the narrator that is unsure, for that is precisely the part that fuels her desire. This story captures the true power that lies in submission and the many joys it can bring. In “Her, Him and Them,” by Aimee Pearl, the narrator submits to various lovers who question her and push her not only to be the best sub she can be, but to figure out why, exactly, she likes the thrill of submission and service.

I hope these stories inspire some lusty days and nights for you, as they have for me.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City