Thursday, April 2, 2015

Anais Nin: I Am Living Too Swiftly

I love sharing quotes from my favorite writer Anais Nin. In fact, I'll be publishing a story collection inspired by her diaries this year. This quote is from her unexpurgated diaries--specifically from Incest.

“I am living too swiftly; the fruits are falling, they are too heavy for the trees.”


Let's appreciate the fruits!

Friday, March 13, 2015

Deeper Daily: Sexy Pussy-Puss

More erotica from Lana and other authors!
Hello, folks! I have an erotic piece up at The Deeper Daily today called "Sexy Pussy-Puss". It's a BDSM sex-kitten story. Here's the opening so you can see if it's your cup of tea:

This piece was inspired by Jacob Louder's Sexy Bunny, also published on The Deeper Daily. To find out more about The Deeper Daily, go here.

The toy is long and purple with a corscrew tip. “For twisted pleasure,” my mistress says. Yesterday, she put it into the display case on her dressing table and locked it away with her key. It sits there still on a white velvet cushion beyond the glass, twisted and alluring. I doubt I could break in and take it--not with these silky mitten-paws. But what sort of kitty doesn't try? And it's not as if my mistress would expect me to be good. No, she's told me many a time that a kitten like me, in this soft leather collar, who laps at cream from a saucer and rubs against her legs, is bound to be naughty from time to time.

 This is why I, the Kitty, gets punished. [Read the whole story here]


Thursday, March 5, 2015

Deeper Daily: With Her Books #EWBD

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Happy Erotic World Book Day! I hope you'll be coming along to Facebook event or celebrating on Twitter (#EWBD). There are goodies to be won...and much, much more.

Today, in celebration, an erotic piece about a maid who screws her mistress' erotic books. Fitting, right? It's Sarah Waters fan fic, in a way, and is also inspired by Anais Nin. Enjoy!

With Her Books

I confess I’ve become an addict, a thief. Last week, you see, after midnight, I plundered the library.

 But I’m getting ahead of myself.

 I’m only her maid, of course, so she can never know that when our fingertips touch I grow breathless, or that when I run the brush through her soft, russet curls, I’m driven into a stupor. Those silken spirals, that sleepy mane, as it falls so richly against her freckled shoulders–she makes a wanton mess of me. All I see is her. [Read the rest at Go Deeper Press]

Monday, March 2, 2015

Cream and Annabeth Leong



I'm honored to have received this wonderful review of Cream: An Erotic Romance, from the wonderful Annabeth Leong. In fact, it isn't just a review, but also a full personal essay on saying no, embracing and protecting our erotic selves, and the balance between pleasure and safety. It's really something! I am a big fan of Annabeth's erotica and also of her non-fiction writing. Check out her whole blog and website here.

Among other things, Annabeth says:

"Lana Fox is fantastic at complexity—sexual humiliation that feels affirming, control that is empowering, refusals that are arousing. It’s so worth spending time in Caroline’s head because she is open-heartedly exploring her true sexual and romantic desires, and right behind her I can feel the open-hearted author, sharing wisdom but never in a cheap or pedantic way, creating arousal with attention to every crisp or humming consonant and every elongated vowel, and ultimately spreading joy."

See? Totally honored.

Also, we have more erotica going up at the Deeper Daily every day, including The Workout from J.T. Louder.

Kissing Raul: Free Erotica

Pic credit: Jon Rawlinson via Creative Commons
My wife Angela and I post free erotic stories like the one below every day on The Deeper Daily at Go Deeper Press. Enjoy!

In the back of his car, hands everywhere. In the stationary cupboard, crushed to the wall. At the cinema, no thoughts of the film. In bed—oh God, in bed.

Mouth on mouth is how we breathe, and how we drink and eat. We meld—his cock so perfect, thrusting into me, my depths crying out, desperate to give. I yell into his endless kiss, lips and clit erupting. Our bodies rocket us into the night. We can only screw face-to-face because our kisses are oxygen, fire on oil. Enflamed by them, we fill and open, an onslaught of pleasure—a fury.


At work, in a meeting across from Raul, I am wet and yearning like the sea wants the shore, like the earth craves storms. God, let me yield! Our stares sear, my body quakes, the pulse in my ears is like thunder. [Read the rest of the story here]

Monday, February 23, 2015

From Religious Cult to Erotic Writer -- #BOAW2015 #GirlBoner

This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest, run by the wondrous August McLaughlin. Drop by the fest page and enjoy!

Did you know that sexual pleasure can make you 80% more generous? In this research study, the participants who had been given an injection of oxytocin (the chemical released during pleasurable sex and climax) gave away 80% more money than those who did not receive the shot.

Beautiful, yes?

Bearing this in mind, here's how I recovered from a childhood of sexual shame in a religious cult.

Between the ages of 9 and 11, I was bullied every day for being ugly. I felt ugly, was told I was ugly, and believed absolutely that the bullies were right. After all, here I was in a body that I was certain was bad. It was a body that longed for pleasure, a body that felt real pain, and seeing as I'd been raised in the Christian Science religion, I knew my feelings of pain and longings for pleasure made me sinful and grotesque--because a moral person should deny everything material. Why? Because the material world did not exist.

The material world, especially the body, was to be denied if we were to escape sin. To quote Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, the Christian Science holy book:
"Divine Mind [God] can and does destroy the false beliefs of pleasure, pain, or fear and all the sinful appetites of the human mind."
"Chastity is the cement of civilization and progress. Without it there is no stability in society, and without it one cannot attain the Science of Life."  
"It is easier for Christianity to cast out sickness than sin, for the sick are more willing to part with pain than are sinners to give up the sinful, so-called pleasure of the senses." 
"The sensual cannot be made the mouthpiece of the spiritual, nor can the finite become the channel of the infinite."
As you'll guess, I see no truth in these quotes any more.



So there I was, "ugly" and bullied, and being advised by adults to deal with this by truly knowing that I wasn't bullied in spiritual reality, and by turning the other cheek, rather than standing up for myself. And you know what? Things got really tough. I did not believe my body was beautiful--I was covered in acne, had oily hair, and my classmates reminded me I was "disgusting" every moment they could. So why couldn't I leave my feelings of pain and longings for pleasure behind?

Now, bear with me as I take a moment to say that if you think you are disgusting, take it from me, you're not. You are beautiful. Just the way you are.

But I digress.

As for sex, like so many of us, I was taught I was evil to even think of it. So I masturbated in secret, ashamed of this activity I didn't understand, but knew must be beyond sinful. I even feared that God would punish me by making me miraculously pregnant--after all, if he could bless the Virgin Mary with a child, why would he not curse me with one? That would certainly be a fitting punishment, I assumed at the time. See, I'd been told there was nothing more shaming than being a single unmarried mother.

When my hand looked strange and plastic, as if it wasn't mine, I thought this was because the material world wasn't real. Actually, I now know I was experiencing a severe form of dissociation.

When I was sent to Christian Science Boarding School, I discovered that there were other kids who, like me, didn't want to believe in a religion that damned pleasure and said the body was shameful and taught that suffering was an illusion that should be denied. Interestingly, none of these other kids had fallen mysteriously pregnant. Also, while some of them tried to bully me, I didn't turn the other cheek this time. And you know what? My acne began to clear up.

Sure, it took me until I was in my thirties until I could look into the mirror and see beauty there. But once I saw it, I had to learn to trust it.

Trust yourself, dear reader. You're beautiful, no matter what you've been told or how you've been shamed.

Now? At the age of forty-one, I am an erotic writer who is married to the woman of my dreams. A sex activist, I co-run an indie erotic publishing house called Go Deeper Press, where we spread the word that erotic enjoyment is deep, not shallow. I believe in a Universe that is all-loving. I believe that causing pain causes pain, and causing pleasure causes pleasure. I believe that love and compassion are the root of all beauty.

In my view, what Christian Science lacked was true compassion. And yet loving sexuality is all about compassion.  Did I mention that sexual pleasure can make us 80% more generous?

What isn't beautiful or compassionate about that?

Love on, my friends.
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-- A book trailer for my latest novel, Cream: An Erotic Romance

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Erotic Video Reading from Cream (Explicit)

This is a reading I recorded for Sticky Stories -- a regular celebration of sex writing run by the Center for Sexual Pleasure and Health. I hope you enjoy!



You can buy Cream here, in both e-book and print.