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The Good Stuff

vintage red headed pin up with long legs, garter and typewriter

Pin-up by Gil Elvgren, circa 1945

First off, I have to say that August kicked my ass. Seriously. I still have the boot print August left on my ass, and September’s shaping up to be quite the fighter too. That’s okay though, because so am I.  This is my way of saying that this post is going to contain less in the way of cogent thought, and more in the way of mindless updates. But hey, updates are important too, especially when nice things have been happening.

Nice Thing #1Among the Stars, edited by Lynn Townsend

“The Power of Positive Thinking” is my contribution to the lovely Lynn Townsend‘s forthcoming anthology for Coming Together, Among the Stars. The whole collection is chock full of hot, sci-fi erotica written by authors who kick serious ass. Needless to say, I’m really happy to be have my story included, especially as it’s the first time I’ve tried my hand at science fiction. The story is my take on what might happen if the love child of Han Solo and Jason Stackhouse became a sex slave on a distant planet. The anthology is to benefit a charity for Stills Disease, so I’ll be keeping you posted as it gets closer to release. I love smut for a good cause.

Nice Thing #2 – Best Erotic Romance, 2015, edited by Kristina Wright

There are little goals I set myself when I started writing erotica seriously. One of them was to work with Kristina Wright. Ms. Wright is one of the leading editors in erotic romance right now and, while romance, as a subgenre, isn’t usually where I end up, I wanted to see if I could write an erotically romantic story that both appealed to me and was good enough to appeal to Ms. Wright. So, I wrote a piece called “The Couch” about a married couple who grabs a high-class quickie on a very large couch during an extremely formal cocktail party. I sent it off, not expecting much, so I was thrilled to the point of stupidity when it was accepted for Best Erotic Romance, 2015. The collection isn’t getting released until early 2015, but it’s available for pre-order at Amazon now, so go check it out! I’m even mentioned in the blurb, which made both me and my mother quite proud. 😉

Nice Thing #3: Fencers!

Recently, Sweetmeats Press was lovely enough to solicit a piece from me, (first time that’s happened with fiction), for their upcoming “sport” anthology. Outside of being a dedicated runner, I’m not what you’d call a sporty gal, but I do love fencing, so… if mind games, D/s and sweaty mean with swords are your sort of thing, you’re going to enjoy this one. It’s called “The Master” and it will be joining stories by Lexie Bay, Emerald and several other excellent authors in what’s looking to be another fabulous collection from Kojo Black. Of course, the release isn’t til 2015, but I’m excited so there it is. Details coming as I have them!

Nice Thing #4: Rose Caraway and The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica Book Tour

I love it when I read something that makes me so happy that I lose my cool and act like an idiot fan girl about it. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, that book’s got me for life. That is exactly what happened with Rose Caraway‘s first print anthology, The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica. I’m going to rein myself in now, because I’m having Ms. Caraway on my blog later this month to talk about it, but let’s just say that this one is going on my permanent shelf, which is why I was so damn tickled when the sexy librarian invited Jade A. Waters, Lily K. Cho and myself to participate in the tour as readers.

The book tour was launched at the antique vibrator museum at the Polk St. location of San Francisco’s premier sex toy store, Good Vibrations. If you’d like to see details and pictures, click here to read Ms. Caraway’s after action report. It was a hell of a good time with a hell of a group of people, and that Ms. Caraway is one of the most genuine human beings I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting, which is why I’m so excited to be reading at one more event!

So, if you’re in the Bay Area and can make it to Books, Inc. on Castro St. on Wednesday, September 24th at 7:30p, come on down and here a selection from some of the best erotica in print! Or, you can click here to see a list of other events in the tour.

There’s more–adventures in strip clubs, stories about aphrodisiac chocolates and upcoming collections that I’m chomping at the bit to reveal, (all I’m going to say for now is Rose Caraway and Violet Blue),–but I’m going to cut myself off there and save all of that for another post. Suffice to say, good things are happening and I’m damn grateful. In the meantime, thanks for hanging out with me. I’ll try to keep the good stuff coming. xx.M

PS – I can’t end a post about good stuff without mentioning Pillow Talk, my partnership with two amazing authors, Tamsin Flowers and Jade A. Waters. We recently did a session on promiscuity in heroines and reader expectation in erotica vs. erotic romance. It was great conversation and I loved discussing the subject with these ladies, whom I’m so lucky to call friends. To check out the head on over to the Pillow Talk website or sign up for our newsletter. And keep your eyes peeled–we have more coming up.

Confessions and an Excerpt: Barcelona

I’m of two minds regarding confessional style erotica. The first is fairly straight-forward – Oh! Confess away you naughty thing! pretty much sums it up. The second is a bit more serious and a lot less fun. It stems from the fact that, as an ex-Catholic who still has slightly bitter memories of confessing to a faceless priest while kneeling in a small, poorly-lit box, I don’t like the whole notion of “confessing” in a non-criminal context. While totally appropriate in the cases of rape, murder and assault, I just don’t see the inherent harm in masturbating on a regular basis.

That said, my ideological proclivities and righteous opinion-holding didn’t stop me from writing a little piece of confessional erotica about a woman who sleeps with her first cousin. Ha! Take that, ideology! That story, “Barcelona”, is part of what’s shaping up to be a pretty fabulous collection – The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions, edited by Barbara Cardy, now available here in the US and here in the UK. As part of the Mammoth Book series, you know it’s.. big, (I’m not just saying that – it really is). Moreover, it’s full of really lovely confessional erotica. Take that again, ideology!

So, in honor of the release, I’m posting an excerpt here. After all, who doesn’t love a confessional literature.. Ahem..  And so, without further ado, I give you “Barcelona” –  just one of many sexy, sexy confessions about sexy, sexy sex, in sexy sexy places. I hope you enjoy! xx.M

Excerpt: “Barcelona”

9780762452286“I’ve always wanted you.”

He said this quietly, as if it were simple fact. Maybe it was. More blushing as years of suppressed attraction shot straight through my body, peaking my breasts and slicking my thighs. I was vibrating with arousal and he hadn’t even touched me.

“Eric…” I said, trying to think of something to say and coming up blank.

He stopped in front of me and, carefully, warily, as if he were afraid I might bite, lightly cupped my neck. My breath caught.

Kissss, my brain whispered.

Kissss.

We were finally going to kiss. We both knew it, and the ache of wanting it was almost too good to end. Electricity shot straight through me as he lowered his head and stopped just before meeting my lips.

“Do you remember when you all came to visit me in Barcelona,” he murmured. His mouth was whisper from mine.

“Yes,” I said.

A little thread of something nervous and giddy coiled through my belly. My hand reached up around his waist, and he shifted closer, closer but not so close that our bodies touched. Not yet.

“Do you remember that night…” he began.

“… we went out with our parents,” I finished, evoking the nearly that had carved itself so deeply on my brain. “It was hot and we’d had too much to drink and I wished they’d go away and leave us alone.”

He nodded. “You were wearing a black and red dress.”

“I know that dress,” I whispered. He was leaning closer. I could smell rosemary and lemon on his hands.

“I brushed against you so many times that night, daring myself to take your hand. I wanted to fuck you in that dress.”

My hips canted, instinctively trying to find his. When they did, I all but moaned. God, he was so hard. He pressed himself into me, fitting his cock into the hollow of my thighs. It fit, we fit perfectly, even through out clothes. Still we did not kiss.

“How?” I said. “How did you want to fuck me?”

He was pushing me back now, walking me into the counter. My arm tightened around his waist. We were both breathing hard.

“I wanted to pull you down an ally, push you up against an ancient stone building and make love to you in the middle of the dark city.

My hips started to move, rubbing against him. I was so hot, I couldn’t breath.

“Tell me. Tell me more.”

He started kissing my neck.

“I imagined lifting that dress up over your hips and touching you through lace panties. I imagined you hot and slick and ready for me.”

His lips found my pulse as my hand snaked down past his waistband and pressed against his ass. My voice, when it came, was thick with invitation.

“I wasn’t wearing any panties that night. I was thinking of you slipping the straps off my shoulders and sucking my breasts, touching me, quickly, so no one would see.”

He mouth stilled on my skin. I could feel his heart hammering under my hand as he lifted me up onto the counter and stood between my legs. Slowly, his long, blunt-tipped fingers slid beneath the strap of my top. I caught my breath as he looked into my eyes and drew my camisole down, baring a soft expanse of skin. Then he bent his head and brushed a kiss over my tight, aching nipple.

“Tell me,” I whispered, “what did you want to do me up against that wall?”

 

Audible Orgasms

TBBOOSo, the title of this post isn’t really fair.. or, at the very least, it’s possibly, slightly, potentially misleading. This post is not, in fact, about loud, orgasmic sex, though what I have to say may serve as inspiration.

The Audible I’m talking about is the Amazon audio book company, and the orgasms I mentioned are the subject of The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories. Yesterday, the little collection that could was released in audio book format, available now through Audible.com (see what I was doing there with the title? Clever, I know…).

The entire anthology is narrated by the incomparable Rose Caraway, hostess of The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast, which, for me, only adds to the thrill, because hearing my story, “Hard Knocks”, read by one of my favorite authors is a bit of a surreal thrill. Eventually, I’ll end up writing a review for the audio version of the collection, (and while I can’t promise to be impartial, I can say that I’ll be honest). In the meantime, here’s short excerpt of “Hard Knocks” to whet the appetite.  Rachel Kramer Bussel brought together a group of talent for this thing that can’t be topped. My story notwithstanding, it’s a honey of a collection. I hope you check it out 😉

Update 4/10/14 – You can read my Audible.com review here!

Excerpt: “Hard Knocks”

“You absolutely cannot make someone come just by spanking them.”

I say this with an authority that I, admittedly, don’t possess. Still, the idea that you could orgasm just from having your ass sufficiently smacked seemed ludicrous  – the stuff of erotic stories and porn. Max is completely undisturbed by my lack of faith.

“Yes. You can.”

Max leans back in his chair, long-legged and lean, the shadow of a smile pulling his mouth. It’s easy to miss, but I’m a very observant girl and I like observing Max.

“Really,” I say, skepticism quirking my mouth.

“Really,” he replies. His eyes flicker over my plump bottom lip, but he doesn’t take the bait. He lights a cigarette instead.

“Well, I suppose if you do a little extra work in addition to the spanking – the clit is a magical thing….”

“No,” Max says, stubbing out the cigarette after only three drags. (Yes, I noticed how many drags. Like I said, I’m observant. Max and I had only been dating for a month and there was still quite a lot to observe).

“Just spanking,” he continues, calmly holding my gaze. “If it’s done right.”

Something flashes through his gray eyes, and I suddenly have the feeling that he knows what he’s talking about. I’m intrigued and nervous and a little bit scared. And surprisingly turned on. I lean back in my chair.

“Show me,” I say.

My chin lifts a notch in challenge. Max smiles, this time a full, real smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes, warming the wintery gray.

“Stand up,” he says warmly, lovingly, as if he’s asked me to an especially fabulous dinner.

“Wait, now?”

I’m ashamed to say that “now” comes out a bit of a squeak. Very undignified. Not my best moment, but I’m wishing I hadn’t gone there – up to this point, I’ve had lots of deviant vanilla sex, but never crossed the boundary to anything like S/M.

“Now,” he says, smiling like the big bad wolf. “Don’t worry, Jen. I’m not going to eat you. Not yet.”

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