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Hard Astern by Thomas S. Roche

Ahoy, Lurid Listeners! Today’s episode was written by Thomas S. Roche. His story Hard Astern is one of (my favorites) many from my latest audiobook narration of Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica, published by Cleis Press and one very hot collection of anal stories!

As promised, here is the #500Words link mentioned in the show: https://medium.com/@remittancegirl/the-500words-project-9a2cffdd20ec

Tonight, She’s Yours: Cuckold Fantasies Vol.2 Submissions Deadline is May 30th!

Get those manuscripts cleaned up. Re-read the submission guidelines, make sure you have your cover page and submit your short story to me!

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Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica
Edited by: Rachel Kramer Bussel
Narrated by: Rose Caraway
Published by: Cleis Press

Baby Got Back is a stimulating set of stories of anal fun. Rachel Kramer Bussel has edited some of the best-selling erotica books in the business and this is her first book devoted to all manner of backdoor pleasures. These daring and, dare we say, cheeky sex stories have a lot of variety. Plenty of excitement and offer much erotic inspiration.

Whether you love anal sex or have never tried it, Baby Got Back, edited by award-winning author and editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, offers a peek at what happens when men and women check their inhibitions at the door. You’ll find bent-over boyfriends, butt plugs, “A Taste of Jamaica”, and “Body Heat.” In “Rectified”, when Lela gets bored with every sex position out there, Brad arrives to teach her about one she learns is everything she’d hoped for and more. In “Delivery”, Lynn takes a break from a Vegas bachelorette party so Wesley can show her a very good time. Whether exploring a new side of backdoor pleasure or affirming their passion for this sometimes taboo activity, the characters in this book savor every moment.

Cupcakes And Steel by D.L. King

Today’s KMQ episode is titled; Cupcakes And Steel and it is written by FOR THE MEN contributing author, D.L. King.

Erotica can be as exciting and sensational or light and playful as you like. Much like the physical act of sex itself. Good storytellers know this. Their characters are as gentle and reassuring, as commanding and dynamic, and sometimes as truly libidinous, as they dare to be. And there’s nothing like an open-themed anthology to illustrate that very variety and diversity, in story and in writerly craftsmanship.

In my latest anthology, FOR THE MEN AND THE WOMEN WHO LOVE THEM: 25 BOLD SEX STORIES, every one of the contributing authors recognizes that there exists tremendous diversity within sexuality, and that over time, our tastes and preferences don’t remain stagnant—they move and sway. And, if we truly open ourselves up—if we dare, our curiosities can lead us to all-new terrains and fulfilling pleasures. The 25 featured authors in FOR THE MEN understand that everyone has some kind of drive. Especially veteran authors like; DL King, Rachel Kramer Bussel, and Tamsin Flowers—who’ve been honing their craft for years. Each and every contributor in this new assemblage of sexy stories knows how to play with desire in order to arouse, by utilizing their own unique styles and flavors.

Today’s episode offers up some light power play—a dynamic that will make your skin prickle and your libido perk up and pay attention…

D.L. King’s favorite things to do include playing Cards Against Humanity, watching Face Off, and barbecuing in her postage-stamp-sized garden, not to mention electrocuting the odd boy now and then. (He doesn’t really have to be all that odd…) She likes a nice glass of 20-year-old tawny port and a rare steak. She is not, in actuality, a fan of chocolate. She also likes telling her cat, Bat Girl, to stop destroying the couch; well, she doesn’t really like that, it’s just a fact of life. She lives in Brooklyn NY.

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#SexySnippet “73A” by Jade A. Waters

One of my favorite parts in curating anthologies is offering up a few #SexySnippets so that readers can get a sense of what to expect from a book. This time around, I’d also like to share a few #WriterlyWisdoms along the way. I find that getting extra sneak-peeks inside erotic author’s brains is like getting a little extra candy. And, perhaps, one could argue, that it fulfills my own voyeuristic side…

of Tension & Desire
by Jade A. Waters

jade-a-watersI love palpable desire. I want to read it coming through the page at such extreme levels that I can picture moments I’ve had in real life where the desire was oh so insane it almost hurt, if that makes sense. That’s exactly what I want to bring out in my stories—when I imagine a character (or at least, when I put myself in the mind of a character), I try to wrap myself up in a similar mental cocoon of moments I’ve experienced that have felt that intense. I want my characters’ lust and/or lusty love to burn so brightly it’s virtually all-consuming. Of course, there will be a plot to whatever they’re working through, but I envision them having ached for this for so very long, that the joining of their two (or three, or whatever) bodies is the inherent need for everyone involved.

To be clear, it can’t just be that they’re out for any old sex, either. I don’t
care what people say; sex is not like pizza—not all sex is good. So, in my head, my characters are after the supreme, blow-your-mind-because-nothing-else-compares kind of sex. They are so in need of it that when they appear on the page, they’re caught up in that specific moment of connectivity because they instinctually know it will lead to phenomenal sex with one another. Sometimes, it’s because of the level of feelings between them; other times, it’s simply the heat of the moment/heat of the situation (like in “73A”). We as writers tend to work in conflict and consequence—the character is trapped in this overwhelming consequence, and if they don’t overcome it, there will be consequences. I guess in that simplistic way, I imagine it as “If the character doesn’t have this amazing sex, the character will die!” They can’t just have a bad day, or stub her toe, or be mopey over missing out on the imagined sex; it’s got to be life or death. I want my readers to be just as on edge in the matter, rooting for these characters to have their primal urges satisfied.

Finally, it doesn’t hurt that I often write situations that are either turn-on’s
for me, that have been past turn-ons for me, or that are tangents/revisits/twists/extensions of moments I’ve experienced in real life. This isn’t all the time, but it certainly helps. When it isn’t the case, I go the “method writing” route and pretend it is. Hopefully, in doing so, I’m able to layer the intensity I’m after over whatever is happening between my characters on the page.

by Jade A. Waters

You’re working on my fence right now, and all I can think about is sucking yourfor-the-men_cover_final cock. It’s a startling urge, seeing as how I’ve known you as long as you’ve been working on my patio fence—two days. Plus the last three hours you’ve been squatting and bending, rolling that brush over the slats as deliberately as I want you to spread your hands over my body—but once you turn and smile at me through the glass door, it’s settled.

I check out your buddies, confirming both of them are hard at work, huffing and grunting at the far end of the enclosure. You gave one of them grief yesterday for not making enough love to his wife. Your logic was sound, and exactly the reason I called in sick today.

Well, it’s only half the reason. The rest is that I’ve realized watching you and thinking all these aching thoughts has left a wet spot on my couch.

I get up to change, and you notice. You pause midway through your roller stroke, a coat of white over the top of the slat but a dejected shade of primer on the bottom. You peer through the glass like you’re probably not supposed to do while on the job, but I don’t mind. Your eyebrows weave together, curious, so I dip my shoulder and wave with only my fingers. Once out of view I strip off my clothes, swapping my bra for one with little coverage and extra lace, then I cover it with a half-buttoned blouse. My damp yoga pants are replaced with a short skirt, and I decide panties are useless before heading back to my seat on the couch.

The wet spot there is somehow exhilarating, and I add to it a pussy already drenched in longing for what you might do if I invite you in.

You’ve gotten distracted by the other two men in my absence, but I’m ready now. I slide my legs apart a few inches, providing you a clear view should you turn around and pay attention again. I lower my hand, caressing the short fuzz that covers my outer folds before circling my clit with my fingertips.

You laugh at your partners, then check on me. The smile you had when you turned falters—not in any sort of frown, but in a particular state of confusion. This makes me excited, and I nudge my legs farther apart so you can watch.

You’re caught; you look back at them to check if they can see this, but the boys are preoccupied. Immediately, your eyes are on me. I sink into the couch, guiding my fingers over the pool of wetness between my thighs. I’m breathing heavy already, exhaling ragged sighs that I want you to amplify with your touch, but you can’t hear me with the door closed. You can only watch as I flick my index finger over my clit a few times, ratcheting the quivering of my pussy up to a tremendous ache. With my other hand, I slip inside, fucking myself with one finger as I imagine what you’d feel like plunging into me.

You’ve frozen, roller in hand. The only movement you make is a coy and upward tilt of your lips, and a slight nod of your head. I’ve begun to moan, shoving my fingers deep to ease the rising pleasure within me. You use your other hand to adjust your canvas pants, and though I can’t tell what you’re hiding inside them, I know the thought of that secret pounding me, fucking me until I scream, is making the slickness between my legs difficult to keep under control.

They say people see stars when they come—I’m beyond them, comets, asteroids, and planets rushing through my vision and colliding in a black expanse of universe-shattering ecstasy. I jam my fingers as high as I can, my legs wide for you as I give my swollen clit a few more hard swipes and grit my teeth at the intensity pouring over me, drowning me in a gush of overwhelming lust. When it passes, it leaves a wake of hunger throughout my limbs.

I may be finished, but now I need you inside me.


#ICYMI: Last week’s #SexySnippet was of Allen Dusk’s, Wayward Drift and his #WriterlyWisdom regarding World Building.





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