Sunday, October 31, 2010

Sex With Pilgrims

A happy All Hallow's Eve to you! It's been a fun fall weekend starting with a funky theatre-in-the-park experience called Persephone's Roots where we all took a trip to the underworld to learn that Persephone actually wanted to embrace her shadow side (and don't we all at times?)

Today we're carving fancy pumpkins and assembling the candy to hand out to trick-or-treaters. It's hard to believe November is right around the corner, but it must be true because the November edition of my ERWA column is already live. It's called "Sex with Pilgrims" and it's all about history, the inspiration of our forefathers and mothers, and the cycle of writing. Plus, there's a really yummy recipe for red cabbage with chestnuts braised in red wine.

The holiday season has begun, so indulge, enjoy, and embrace your shadow!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

"Just Words" at Erotica for All

Just in time for Halloween, I have a special treat on offer over at Lucy Felthouse's hoppin' erotica blog, Erotica for All. No, it's not a handful of miniature Snickers' bars, it's a very spicy story called "Just Words" with plenty of verbal seduction. Sometimes words can be enough to do the trick!

Also check out my profile at Erotica for All. If you're an erotica reader, you can browse the authors' listing for pics and inside information and enjoy an orgy's worth of free reads. If you're an erotic writer, you should send you sexy profile to Lucy ASAP and join the party!

You'll never look at Hello Kitty in the same way again....

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Passion in Beverly Hills

Hot sex with someone you love on a great big bed in one of the most romantic hotels on the planet--that's my recipe for passion in "Big Bed Sex," my story that appears in Rachel Kramer Bussel's latest anthology, Passion: Erotic Romance for Women.

"Big Bed Sex" is a story I knew I had to write the moment I stepped into the Beverly Hills Hotel in the fall of 2008 when I was on the L.A. leg of my national book tour for Amorous Woman. Followers of my blog might remember my non-fiction account, but believe me, the fictional version is much, much more fun to read.

And if that's not enough for you, the anthology is packed full of delicious treats for your heart and your libido from masters of sexy fiction like Emerald, Portia da Costa, Justine Elyot and Saskia Walker.

For more tantalizing teasers, check out the provocative book trailer and the Passion blog (with another steamy excerpt from my story), and, if you happen to be in Brooklyn on Thursday, November 11, please join me, Rachel, Emerald, and best-selling historical romance author Sarah MacLean at Word bookstore in Greenpoint for free cupcakes (to celebrate the day-after-Rachel's-birthday) and plenty of hot romance presented the way it's meant to be, in the lilting voices of its authors.

And now an excerpt from "Big Bed Sex":

I grabbed a pear from the fruit basket and took a bite of the yielding flesh, my gaze still fixed on the stage set before me. My sister had told me that the Beverly Hills Hotel was second only to the Chateau Marmont as a favorite assignation palace for Hollywood’s many adulterers. While the real movers and shakers would surely spring for a fourth-floor suite, a minor producer or supporting-actor-type had probably seen fit to blow a thousand on an afternoon’s delight in this romantic boudoir.

Maybe it was a trick of the dusky light, but as I continued to stare, the ivory-colored quilt seemed to swell up, up into a mound, bunched just a little higher at midpoint. With a little more squinting, the shape resolved into two bodies, male and female, hips moving rhythmically, up and down. The sound of heavy breathing filled my ears, joined by a low feminine moan and the rustle of 500-thread-count cotton sheets as the ghostly couple undulated on the broad mattress.

My cunt muscles clenched almost to the point of pain.

But it wasn’t the pleasure of the starlet and her producer that filled me with such longing. What twisted my pussy into a throbbing knot of lust was the thought of what could—and would--happen on that bed if Will were here with me.

We always seemed to have extra hot sex in hotel rooms, with a special hit of shacking-up naughtiness in the budget places with the lumpy mattresses, threadbare towels and shrink-wrapped plastic cups. Whenever I could, though, I booked us rooms in rustic country inns or charming bed-and-breakfasts, because over the past seven years I’d learned an interesting fact about my husband. The bigger the bed, the better the sex, as if a grander canvas inspired him to new erotic heights.

In fact, I could plot out a timeline of red-letter days in our sex life based on the size and luxury of our rent-by-the-night beds….

(...and yes, I go into graphic detail!)

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

No Penis Pictures, Please!

I just had to post a link to Bill Maher's column on our latest celebrity sex scandal--that is, Brett Favre's embarrassing attempts to woo a reluctant woman with photos of his private parts. Maher's observations are hilarious and true and in ways that go beyond Brett's equipment.

As much as I'd argue men and women share much more as fellow humans than a few overrated differences that have dominated the ongoing dialogue on gender, the truth is, if I were on the fence about a suitor, he'd pretty much blow it (not sure if that pun is intended or not) if he sent me a picture of his penis. Penises are like parents--you want to meet them after you decide you like the guy, and then, well, you're already disposed to like them no matter what. I can appreciate penises on an aesthetic level, say in a Robert Mapplethorpe photograph, but some random picture of some guy's ding-dong incites a sense of pathos rather than lust, with disgust a possibility if sent as an unwelcome advance. Men on the other hand, seem much more accepting of photographs of female body parts, even from strangers.

Can someone explain why this is? And thank you, Brett Favre, for bringing this issue to the nation's attention.

At any rate, I would add my voice to the chorus: gentlemen, it is unwise to send a picture of your penis to a woman who has not expressed her affection of said member in person first. I'm sure Miss Manners would agree!

Friday, October 15, 2010

A "Rare" Story at Oysters and Chocolate

(Photo by Igor Amelkovich)

Ah, the Friday of a hectic week, what better way to relax than to lie back with some oysters and chocolate and a steamy erotic tale of a group spanking? After all, the more, the merrier when it comes to blushing bottoms!

I've posted an appetizer excerpt below. To enjoy the entire feast, check out "A Rare Find" and don't forget to vote and comment if you feel so inspired. Remember, if you don't, I might just have to give you a spanking....

From "A Rare Find":

I raised my outstretched palm high over Charlotte’s ass. Four pairs of eyes followed me, then paused, as I stopped in midair. I could feel the room grow hotter, fueled by the scorching glow between their legs—their cocks twitching, cunts clenching, buttocks tingling. My own body throbbed from the thrill of it. This was better than fucking someone. It was much better, because I could fuck everyone in the room with a simple flourish of my hand.

I lowered my arm to my side.

Soft groans of disappointment filled the room.

“I can’t do this,” I announced primly. “Charlotte doesn’t deserve to be punished. She’s a good girl.”

“How many good girls beg for a spanking?” Curt shot back.

“She’s not begging,” I replied. “She hasn’t said a word.”

Charlotte took her cue. “Please…please spank me.”

I paused, as if I were struggling with my conscience. “Why? Why do you deserve a spanking?”

“I’ve…been…bad,” Charlotte gasped.

“What have you done that’s bad?”

Charlotte wiggled her buttocks in frustration. She didn’t yet realize that the answers didn’t matter.

I clicked my tongue. “You don’t have to say it. I know what you did. You let Wendy pull your shorts up so they’re rubbing against your clit. It’s turning you on, isn’t it, Charlotte?”

She whimpered assent.

I pulled back my hand and gave her a satisfying smack right on her tender crack. An electric jolt shot through my palm straight to my pussy. Charlotte cried out and arched her back. She was ready for more. So was I.

“There’s something else that’s turning you on, isn’t there? You like bending over this stool and showing off your ass to men you barely know. Are you a naughty show-off, Charlotte?”

Beside me, Curt’s breath was coming harsh and fast. It was working: I was hitting him right where it hurt.

“You don’t need to answer,” I purred. “Actions speak louder than words. But before I spank you again, you have to do something really bad. You have to play with the pretty pink nipple that’s hanging out of your shirt. Show Joel and Lawrence how you like to be touched. Hey, even your husband might learn something. Will you do that for me?”

“Y…yes,” Charlotte stuttered. Her elbow lifted as she brought her hand to her breast. My own chest tightened in anticipation. Would she really do anything I asked?

Monday, October 11, 2010

Edith Wharton's Erotica?

I came upon an interesting Internet resource for erotica writers, The "Eros Issue" of Lapham's Quarterly (that's editor Lewis Lapham of Harper's fame) with a veritable smorgasboard of erotic excerpts from ancient Rome to Edith Wharton to a scene from The Graduate. These tasty morsels prove erotic writing (and perhaps sex itself, too?) has a long history. I've been enjoying this trip back to the past, but also appreciate even more the fine work being done in our own time.

Let me know what you think!

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

How to Sell Your Erotica!

I'm very excited to announce an event that is happening this Friday, just days away, in San Francisco on a topic very dear to my heart--writing good erotica and getting it out to audiences hungry for smart sex. I'll be on a panel with some amazing writers and publishers, but why not let the press release do the talking? Hope to see you there, because I'm sure we'll all learn a lot!

How to Sell Your Erotica

(and More Than Double Your Income from Each Piece You Write)

Friday, October 8 2010 7:30pm – 10:00pm

Center for Sex and Culture, 1519 Mission Street @ S. Van Ness, 2nd fl.

Suggested donation: $5-$15

All proceeds go to the Center for Sex and Culture

Are you writing erotica? Do you write for yourself? Do you write for publication? Or, have dreamed of erotica, but haven't yet started?

Whatever you are writing, personal experiences, short stories, novels, you will learn about where you can sell your work and how to go about it.

Join a panel of five editors, anthologists, and published authors who will share practical tips and personal insights. You will learn:

Where you can sell your work:




* Book publishers

How to:

* use the key elements that make an erotic story sell

* think sexy and cultivate your erotic imagination

* write plots and characters that turn readers on

* put the right dash of sex in a sexy story

* write convincing stories for sexual orientations and interests beyond your own

* find the best internet resources for writers of erotica

* get along with editors and publishers

* respond to fans, reviewers and criticism

* avoid the four taboo sex acts no one will publish

* boost your income on books

* double your income or more on short pieces

Panelists: Jean Marie Stine, author, former magazine editor, and publisher of ebook pioneer Sizzler Editions, which has more than 800 erotic novels and collections for available download at Amazon, Barnes& Nobel, etc., and has and recently began to publish erotica in paperback. M. Christian, writer and anthologist who has sold over 300 short stories, five novels and edited over two dozen anthologies. Gina de Vries’ writings about sex have appeared dozens of anthologies and publications, including Curve, On Our Backs, Femmethology, Tough Girls 2, Dirty Girls, and Coming & Crying. Donna George Storey is a writing and book promotion columnist and the author of two books and over a hundred stories and articles in such places as Penthouse, Best American Erotica, and Best Women’s Erotica. Blake C. Aarens is a survivor of childhood sexual abuse who writes award-winning erotic fiction. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies including Herotica 4, and has been collected in Wetting the Appetite.

Hosted by Sizzler Editions

Friday, October 01, 2010

Naked for Halloween

Yes, that's the name of my latest ERWA column, and in the spirit of writerly revelation, I thought I'd post one of my boudoir photos from a while back as illustration. I'm happy to say I'm back at work on the novel, discovering all kinds of sexy things about myself, my story, my yoga teachers.... Not to mention October is one of my favorite months with Herr Doktor's birthday opening the harvest festivities and my favorite holiday, Halloween, closing up the month with its dark magic. It's the perfect season to cook up some of my barley, butternut squash and black bean casserole, too, with, of course, a mini Snickers bar you've snitched from your kid's plastic pumpkin for dessert. (My kids don't like Snickers so I'm not being an evil mom, honest).

I'm not sure if I'll really do the naked trick-or-treating thing this year--although come on, isn't it a wonderfully symbolic act for an erotica writer?--but I've been assembling some naughty alternate costumes that should serve just as well!

What are you going to be for Halloween?