Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Supererotica: Erotic Excerpt from CREAM by Lana Fox

So happy to be featured by Tamsin Flowers as part of her Supererotica Advent Calendar. Here's the opening of the erotic excerpt she has kindly posted. 

In CREAM, which will be released on February 1st, 2015, Caroline is a jazz singer at a smoky bar called the Cry River Club. In this excerpt, she is on the rebound from her true love and master Marcus Sir, and is currently dating a guy called Luke. That said, Marcus Sir sometimes attends her performances at the jazz club, and she’s hoping, desperately, that he’ll turn up tonight.

At the song’s finale, I turned, flashed the audience a smile, and sang my final line, before they broke into applause.

That’s when it happened. Marcus Sir arrived.

When I first saw him, he was wandering over to the bar, and saying a word or two to Shelley as he glanced my way. My heart was in my throat, fluttering there like a trapped sparrow, and by the time I’d launched into My Baby Just Cares for Me, he’d pinched himself a seat at a shared table. I could feel his stare following me, undressing me, as I sang. Those dark eyes traveled over me and I felt them all over my body—in the hollow of my throat, on my collarbones, my nipples, and lower, traveling through the core of me, right down into the soles of my feet. It was as if my skin instantly warmed wherever his stare touched me, leaving a palpitating heat, like the memory of a kiss. That stare of his was trained on me, intense, dark, and wanton. But the worst of it was, when everyone else applauded me at the end of the evening, several people rising to their feet, Marcus Sir simply watched me, only breaking his smouldering stare to knock back a swig of whisky before rising and heading for the door.

I was stunned at his rudeness. What the hell did this mean?

I was still upset about this when the last few fans were wishing me goodbye. Even when Luke had slung his arm around me and was showing me off to his accountant friends, I was trying so hard not to be mad with Marcus Sir.

How dare he refuse to applaud me? How dare he treat me with such disdain?

When Luke’s hand caressed my buttocks through the velvet, my body remembered how horny it was, and I knew I had to get him alone. That’s why…

[Read more at Tamsin Flowers’ Supererotica Advent Calendar, or subscribe to the Go Deeper Press occasional email list for a free mini e-book by Lana, and to receive more news about Cream’s release at the start of February, 2015.]

You can also read an interview between myself and Tamsin atGo Deeper Press, where we discuss her new, super-sexy erotic series, Alchemy xii.


Monday, September 22, 2014

An Interview About Erotica and Writing

Thanks to Amy Biddle at Underground Book Reviews for interviewing me about everything from the whys and hows of erotic writing, the launch of the indie author site Here Booky Booky, and my novel Confessions of a Kinky Divorcee! I really enjoyed the chat. An excerpt:

"Well, I felt a great deal of sexual shame when I was younger, and it caused me all sorts of problems. (Among other things, I was already well into my first marriage when I managed to face the possibility that I might be gay! That's what sexual shame can do to us, of course -- it can make us hide from our true selves.) I've also seen the lives of people I love absolutely ruined because of their fear of their own sexual desires and identities. I was fortunate enough, however, to come across Anais Nin quite early on. Nin's writings, particularly her diaries (like Fire: A Journal of Love, which is often extremely erotic) tapped me into the heart of a woman who knew that her sexuality was powerful and vital. It was like coming home.
 So, I began to enjoy erotica -- and I also found that I loved to write it. Sometimes…"
[Read more at Underground Book Reviews]

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Monday, August 25, 2014

Alison Tyler Crafts Erotica that Shows Its Doms and Submissives a Damn Good Time


Amazon won't let me review Alison Tyler's Those Girls and Those Boys, which is fair enough -- after all, I co-run the publishing house! But I wanted to tell you a little about why we're so happy to publish Those Girls and Those Boys at Go Deeper Press.

Alison Tyler, of course, is a big name in erotica, as she absolutely should be. Her voice is always enticing -- she has a real feel for the rhythms of sexy dialogue and hot sex, and her first person narrators always rattle off their stories as if they were sitting next to you, spilling their horniest moments. What's more, Tyler crafts a sex scene explicitly, while also bonding her lovers. She's sizzling hot and the build-up she creates in her stories always pays off beautifully.

But Those Girls and Those Boys are a little different. Here's why:

In terms of popular erotica, Sandy isn't your usual BDSM narrator. Firstly, he's a bisexual male dom. Alison tells us that other publishers didn't want a male dom narrator, but we're over the moon to have this witty, powerful, and unapologetic dom on our books. Sandy makes the boundaries clear then takes what he's hot for, and he also gives his lucky submissives a damn good time.

Those Girls and Those Boys are page-turners precisely because Sandy speaks his truth. What's the hottest thing you can think of? How about a character who lives his sex life exactly as he wishes and leaves sex-negativity to the people who created it? Well, that's what it is for me. What makes Those Girls and Those Boys so hot is more than the lavish and imaginative sex. These characters are unafraid to feel on the page and to live out their sex lives in a moment-to-moment way. When Sandy first spies Vanessa at his BDSM club, and when he first sees Rem trying on a new shirt in the store, he knows what they need, and also what he needs.

And he isn't afraid to grab it.

Here's the opening of Those Girls:

You know those girls. The “all about me” girls. The “don’t you dare come until I come first” girls. Vanessa was one of those girls. I spied her slinking into the type of dark, New York club you need a password to get in. Money won’t buy the secret code. Influence won’t slide you past the bouncer. We are a small circle of BDSM practitioners, and we keep to ourselves. I wondered how she’d gotten in. Not that she wasn’t beautiful because she was. Long, curly, red hair. A fit body in glossy leather. A pristine collar, tight around her slim neck.
Why did I question her entrance?
            She seemed too shiny, too sleek, too done. Like one of those retirees you see with a brand new Harley, crisp chaps crackling with each step. The true, hardcore patrons of this club have been doing this shit for a while. We know our way around the crops, tools, toys, weapons, gear. The slaves I worship are the ones wearing leather so worn it’s softer than silk. Vanessa looked like a collector’s edition you’d keep on your shelf in the cellophane wrapper, never to be enjoyed with sticky fingers.
            She watched the different players with cold, calculating eyes. She was so supercilious in her stare that I had the immediate urge to take her down a notch. To bend her over. To make her beg. Not to brag, but I have a gift. I’m the type of Dom who can look at a sub and see immediately what he or she needs. I own future flashes of the level of pain that will bring each individual the most pleasure.
            But even though I wanted to suspend her in the air from a spreader bar and whip her pretty ass, I didn’t rush. I bided my time, sitting at a corner booth in the darkness, witnessing the way the other Doms swarmed around her. That’s how it is with fresh meat. Everyone always wants to take the first, juicy bite. But what I know is this: even prime rib has a shelf life.
            I observed her from a distance, wondering why she looked familiar. She certainly hadn’t been here before, hadn’t starred in my scenes or in my bed. I watched from my corner table until she nodded to Jake the bartender and then left the club. She couldn’t have been in the place for more than thirty minutes. Had someone spooked her? I sipped my drink and wondered whether she’d return.

The second time I saw Vanessa was exactly one week later. I watched as she coolly dispatched every attempt at engagement, like a girl at a society dance who refuses the advances of a suitor who doesn’t make more money than her daddy. What was she doing here if she did not want to play? She was at least superficially dressed the part of the sub, not the Dom, so unless she’d made an enormous mistake in the leather department of her local sex toy store, there was no reason for her to behave in that manner.
            I saw her leaning in to talk to Jake. He gave her a drink and a smile. Her charms had obviously worked on him. Sad, sad, sad. He should have been able to spot a counterfeit by now.
            When she wandered off toward the back rooms, I approached the bar.
            “Who’s the girl?” I asked him.
            “Vanessa. Newbie.”
            “No doubt.”
            “She’s just watching.” He licked his lower lip. Jake’s a switch, a yearning sub and a baby Dom. Too young to be able to inflict much damage, but with desires you can read in his dark green eyes. His libido had clouded his judgment. I’m old enough to know better. “She wants to learn before she takes a turn.”



Thursday, April 3, 2014

Sexting with Jacob Louder

http://godeeperpress.com/projects/first-by-jacob-louder/
Jacob Louder’s literary porn novella, FIRST, launches tomorrow. Jake’s book is a radical porn utopia, and you shouldn’t read it unless you’re comfortable with young folks who are under the “legal age of consent” having powerful and connected sex with one another–sex that helps them to be and discover who they are. (Hats off here to Nabakov, who we pretty much idolize at GDP.) Anyhoo, I asked Jake to send me five texts–or “sexts,” if you will–explaining why he decided to write about kids having sex, in First. Here’s what he sent:

1. I’m continually impressed with kids who can identify who they are as sexual beings at such an early age. Even if they can’t identify who they are just yet, it seems like they’re more open to exploration and less consumed with labels. In First, I romanticized this idea. Everyone does what they want with people who want it, with no thought on the past or present. They all live in the moment. There is no shame. These kids are ideal human beings. If they were real, and if there were more of them–lots, lots more–the world could have the most loving, compassionate future.

2. I think I wrote First for me and for everyone else who came out young-ish in the early 90s. It was a completely different climate, with the HIV/AIDS crisis completely snubbed by the U.S. government, very full “closets” in almost every industry, city, and suburb, and not nearly as much representation in the media as there is today. There was no marriage equality. (I have to note, though, that in almost every way, my generation had it much better than the generations before me. I have to thank the love and fight in every single person, in every single activist, who ensured that my coming out and my young existence as queer wasn’t nearly as fucked up as theirs may have been.) At Nico’s age, I never thought I’d be happy with who I was. I thought that I’d have to figure out how to be heterosexual one way or another. I thought I was the only kid who felt the way I did. I had no role models (until I turned about 17 or so). So, Nico is the boy I wish I had been, living a very different life in a very different climate, and fully recognizing that love can be with anyone, as long as there’s honesty and respect. I’m living a bit vicariously.

3. Kids watch porn. Kids have sex. I’m sorry, Moms and Dads, but they do.

4. I think it was easy to write this young utopia because I see kids as being “romantically unblemished.” This isn’t to say that those of us over the age of 18 can’t live or don’t live like the characters in First. But when I think of wide-eyed openness and trust, I think of young humans, of anyone who hasn’t had their hearts ripped out of their chests, like most of us have, one way or another. It was important for me to have every heart on a sleeve. (Except for the case of Rory and John, but their “relationship” is another slice of life that I find kind of interesting to explore.)

5. I wanted to show young people as smart, grounded, and capable of significant amounts of kindness and intimacy. I wanted to show them as nonjudgmental and open and accepting of everyone and everything, as long as that everyone-and-everything are from places of love. I wanted to show them as better than us.

Thanks a million, Jake. I was so moved by your sexts. And folks, FIRST will be available on Friday 4/4/14. Can’t wait!

Monday, March 24, 2014

Porn Novella, FIRST, by Jacob Louder - Engage Brain, Engage Brawn...

Jake Louder’s FIRST is to be launched this April, from Go Deeper Press — and here’s the cover reveal. The cover, by the way, is by Go Deeper's talented Angela Tavares, who will soon be available for indie cover design services via our Here Booky Booky one-stop publishing shop (website soon!).

Read the opening of Jake’s FIRST here. FIRST is a porn novella, so, depending on your workplace, it may be NSFW. It’s hot and daring from line 1.

I'll announce when the novella is available for purchase. Also, join Go Deeper's email list for erotic news, freebies, and more, and you'll get a free e-book by yours truly. 

Happy Monday!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Porn Stars at Duke, Sex Workers in Opera!

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From the Sex Workers' Opera blog
Congrats to porn star Belle Knox for coming out. Knox, who paid for her Duke University law education by taking part in erotic movies, wants to help sex workers—possibly by starting a foundation. (And if that isn't great activism, I'll eat my garter belt.)

In the NY Daily News, Knox says, “I really enjoy sex, and I’ve always loved watching porn, so it just seemed like I could pay my way through college doing something I really love doing.” Read more here.

And what a great time to mention the Sex Workers’ Opera—a new and exciting project in London, that will give voice to sex workers via operatic performance. Talk about great activism that smashes cultural stereotypes! 

Oh, and by the by, if you'd like to read our activist erotic collection Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame, starring fabulous writers such as Laila Blake, Sommer Marsden, Zoe More, and Stella Harris, among talented others, pop over to Amazon Kindle and purchase a copy. You'll tickle us pink, if you do!

Bravo to all.