Tea and Books with Circlet

Today, I'm driving up to Boston to attend Circlet Press's Tea and Sexy Books Party at Arisia!

Circlet promises "tea to sip and sexy books for your perusal," and the good people there are not the type to disappoint. I'll likely wave around copies of the book I edited for Circlet recently: MakerSex: Erotic Stories of Geeks, Hackers, and DIY Culture.

Join us if you're in the neighborhood, or sip a mug of tea in our honor!

3 Books That Came Out Since the Last Time I Blogged

My friends, I've been quiet lately. The reasons are several—holidays, horror at recent world events, some difficult recent personal events, the release of the Legion expansion for World of Warcraft, you name it. But it's a new year, a new day, and a new chance to catch up on telling you what's going on with my writing work lately.

So here are three books containing my stories that came out since the last time I blogged:

Goodbye Moderation: Lust

My story: "More Than Nothing"

A taste of it:

“I want to lick you.”

“Baby, I know. Tell me something I don’t.”

“I want to do it until my jaw aches and my tongue stings from your juices.”

“Mmm. Keep talking.”

“I want to do it until my neck is screaming for me to move and my back is cramping. I want to do it until I can’t feel my feet from being on my knees and I think I’m going to pass out if I don’t get a free breath. I want to start now and do it until I’m half-hallucinating because I’m hungry and I need to sleep, and then I want to do it until my phone alarm goes off because it’s morning and I’m supposed to get ready for work, and then I want to keep going until I miss work and my phone is beeping because people are looking for me, but I’m still here with my face between your legs.”

She laughs. “Cute. Impossible, though. Besides, don’t you think I’d be tired, too?” Her expression is surprisingly gentle. “What have you actually done, baby?”

The blurb:

Life doesn't necessarily go to plan and sex certainly isn't always chocolate and roses. But it can be dark, dirty and sinfully arousing. Welcome to the world of Goodbye Moderation, a series that throws out the rulebook to explore the urges, perversions and frustrations of sex through the naughtiest and deadliest seven sins of the world. Lust is raw, carnal desire and in these eleven intense stories, you'll find that words have power and there's a beauty in frustration. You'll read of people adapting to change, for better or worse. That love appears in many forms and when the past and present collide, there's always collateral damage. Featuring stories by Charlie Powell, Anna Sky, Sienna Saint-Cyr, Annabeth Leong, Jillian Boyd, Leandra Vane, Zak Jane Keir, Lola Sparkles, CeCe Marsh, M Marie & Rachel Kincaid, Lust will surely leave you panting for more. If you're a fan of billionaire fantasies or happy ever afters, this certainly isn't the series for you. Over 18s only. Not suitable for work.

Buy the book here.

Best Women's Erotica of the Year, volume 2

My story: "On Some Maps, But Not on Others"

A taste of it:

My girlfriend began an assault that drove Alex into exquisite throes of pain and carried my confused but intense desires along with it. She slapped and pinched that exposed purple head, driving in fingernails, hitting it so hard it never stopped bouncing. Alex began making strange, high-pitched noises in the back of his throat.

"Yes," my girlfriend moaned, and hit him harder.

He shook his head when she began to flick near the slit at the tip of his cock, and she paused. "Are you telling me no, pretty Alex? Is this cock not my plaything after all?"

"It's yours," he gasped. I noticed that his hair was plastered to his head now, and a tear threatened to leak from the corner of one eye.

"Is it? What do you want, Alex? What are you ready for?"

There was a tense pause. I needed something else, and I hoped to the depths of my soul that Alex knew what it was, that he could give it to me.

My girlfriend rested the tip of one finger on his slit, and he choked with fear.

"Tell me with words, Alex. What do you want?"

"More," he cried finally, as she grinned, sharp and final, and began to tear the rope away. "Oh God, I want more." He made it sound like a confession, a horror, but as she gripped him viciously he began to shoot; thick, white ribbons spurting up onto his stomach, and I wanted to come with him so badly that my insides hurt.

The blurb:

Best Women's Erotica of the Year, Volume 2 gives us fierce female passion, timeless love, and lustful encounters that are guaranteed to fill you with utter delight. Edited by the award winning Rachel Kramer Bussel, these sexy stories about women on the prowl span the globe, traveling from Peru to the Bahamas and beyond in pursuit of pleasure. Learn why "Teacher Appreciation" is so special, what sex is like "At the End of the World," and explore some very explosive "Volcano Nights." These unforgettable erotic tales by the top authors in the genre as well as newcomers will arouse and thrill readers looking for a hot time between the pages.

Buy the book here.

Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year, volume 1

My story: "The Last Time"

A taste of it:

I choked on the humidity of her closed-in car and strained to see her face in the dim light from the restaurant’s sign. She kissed me as if the inside of my mouth contained water, air, light, and food, but her hands stayed outside of my clothes, and soon my body was hot and wet while my mind roiled with confusion.

She tore a button off my shirt, and then froze and began to apologize.

“Stop it,” I said, and tore another button off myself.

I grabbed her hand. Looking into her eyes as best I could in the darkness, I guided her fingers into the space made by the missing buttons, leading her to the edge of my bra. Thea gasped, and her fingers fluttered. I helped her even more, tugging my underwire upward to let my breasts spill out beneath. One of them landed in her hand.

“Christ,” Thea said, and I grinned, because I hoped that meant she hadn’t disappeared entirely into that fundamentalist church. I opened the rest of the shirt, and she pressed her face to my chest.

The blurb:

The Best Lesbian Erotica series is back and sexier than ever! Helmed by one of the best dual erotica writers and editors in the business, Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year, Volume 1 collects the very best stories of femme desire, passion, and hot, lustful sex in one incredible anthology. From tales of a lady's first time with another, to ones of experienced women taking charge in the bedroom, to steamy bar hookups or love-making stemmed from long-held adoration, this collection of F/F narratives has something for every reader.

Buy the book here.

Truth in Fiction, Fiction in Truth

Every two weeks, I post at Oh Get a Grip, part of a set of ten erotic writers who together explore all sorts of topics. The topic right now is "True Stories." Many other people had written on the ways truth comes out in fiction, even if the story is made up. I decided to write on how fiction, and its techniques, come into truth, even when I'm doing my best to relay the story as it happened.

Here's a snip:

I can shift the true stories of my life in all sorts of ways. I could use them to tear myself down for sluttiness and risky behavior. I could use them to portray myself as an interesting, adventurous, experimental person. I’ve done both. And sometimes I wonder if there’s any really “true” way to see it all. It’s a true story, so there are true things about me in it. What those things add up to, though, is complicated, and, to some degree, chosen. I’m a writer, and it seems like I do get to write myself, depending on how I tell this and many other stories.

If you'd like to read the rest, you can do it here.

The return of "The Mark and the Caul"

Once upon a time, I wrote a story for a lesbian fairy tale anthology. It was called "The Mark and the Caul," and after I wrote it, it spent a long time in the darkness and confusion of the labyrinthine halls of publishing. In fact, it was lost for so long that I wasn't sure it would ever see the light of day again, for so long that even I, the person who wrote it, couldn't really remember its contours or shapes or faces or names. Still, though the story wandered, it knew deep down that it was still loved, and still worth reading. And so it continued to trudge, led by the brave editor Sacchi Green.

Then one day, rumors of its reemergence began to spread. A brilliant cover was spotted, for a book called Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms, the pages of which were said to contain the long-lost mark and the rarely seen caul.



What's more, this image was accompanied by whispers of fellow travelers for my little story, including works by Salome Wilde, Emily Byrne, Michael M. Jones, and Allison Wonderland.

A date was set for its rebirth: May 9th, according to the oracles at Amazon. If you would know the story of "The Mark and the Caul," you can preorder it here and now.

My Encounter with Story of the Eye

The current topic at Oh Get a Grip is Obscenity. While the current election provides plenty of opportunities for discussion, I am exhausted and ill from that stuff. I looked elsewhere, specifically toward a very obscene book that changed my life for the better, Georges Bataille's Story of the Eye.

Here's an excerpt from my post:

Story of the Eye was what showed me I did have limits. There are and were mechanisms inside myself that would stop me naturally from going forward with certain sorts of sexual depravity. For example: I don’t actually want to hurt anyone else (non-consensually). What’s more, I discovered limits in my mind (thoughts that make me uncomfortable rather than turning me on). While they go farther than the limits of my behavior, they still represent a horizon.

I should warn you that I talk about some disturbing things in my post, including sexual violence, nonconsent, and an abusive relationship. However, Story of the Eye did me a lot of good, and I try in the post to explain why. If you're ready for the material, please give my post a read here.

And watch for my pieces at Oh Get a Grip once every two weeks. I really bare my soul over there.

Love of the Game

It's out today!


I'm so proud to be working with Sexy Little Pages, and here's their latest anthology, Love of the Game: Sports Stories to Make You Sweat, which includes my menage story "Fast Pitcher."

I love baseball, and I've spent a lot of time watching it and reading about it. A few years back I was reading a book about minor league players that I'm not going to name because it really irritated me. Large portions of the book were devoted to meditations on why female fans, especially devoted ones, were fans at all. After all, if they were too old to be hot to the players, what were they doing watching the games? What had been their interest in the first place? Was it just about thinking players were hot?

The author pointed out that being a female fan is different by nature from being a male fan, because a male fan is always wondering if he could have played professionally and having feelings about that, but obviously because a woman can't play she has a simpler experience.

I ended up not being able to finish the book because this stuff got so frustrating for me. It was like the author didn't realize that sexism is the reason women can't play professionally, not some sort of law of nature. It was like the author had never asked a woman why she likes baseball. I'm sure there are plenty of women who have complicated feelings about the desire to play professionally. I wasn't a good softball player as a kid, but did I fantasize about being better? Hell, yeah. And do I watch the game because I think the players are hot? Honestly, no. I watch baseball because I love the building tension of it.

So going to write sports erotic romance immediately raised questions for me. In erotica, there's often a simple path you can take. ("Baseball players are hot!"). It can be fun to take that path sometimes. My personality tends not to allow me to—I am a complicated thinker, for better and for worse.

So my story in Love of the Game engages with that stuff that came up while I was reading that book about the minor leagues. It's set among minor league players hoping to make a big break, and there's a woman there, who's just about given up hope of being recognized, and my hope is that this story feels hot, but that the anger behind it doesn't get missed.

In the end, it's got a happy ending, and it's a fantasy of progress, but even that is bittersweet for me because the break the woman gets is smaller than it ought to be, because that's the way our world is sometimes.

I'm always so grateful for publishers of erotica who recognize how important our form can be. How it's good to explore sexuality while also looking at the ways it connects to hopes and dreams, the way the world is structured, all that deep stuff about who we are. That's the erotica I find worthwhile to write and read, and I'm so happy it finds a home.

So, please check out Love of the Game, and anything else Sexy Little Pages publishes.

Below, I'll give you some info about the book, and a look at my story.

Blurb:
Love of the Game will knock you out with a one, two, punch of super sexy. From rugby players who can’t leave their passion on the pitch to Paralympians with everything to prove, these athletes are certainly playing for keeps. Warm yourself up with stories of:

• Football: Where both college stars and former NFL hopefuls are ready to go long

• MMA Fights: Where participants get rough and tumble inside the ring and out

• Baseball: Where the boys of summer can score by making it big or completely striking out

• Swimming: Where diving into bed with teammates or rivals is taboo, but oh so tempting

And so much more. Whatever sport you’re a fan of, Love of the Game is certain to make you sweat.

Excerpt:


FAST PITCHER
By Annabeth Leong

Margie didn't know which way to go now that everyone was staring at her, so she headed in the direction of the nearest friendly face. He leaned in to speak only for her hearing.
"Stick around after the game," Pete said. "I want to see if I can score off you."

Baseball language always sounded so dirty, and Margie's cheeks heated even though she knew what he meant. She cleared her throat and tried to make her expression innocent and blank.

"I'd love to."

*****

Phillips had stayed late too, eschewing the team's after party in order to participate in Margie's tête-à-tête with Pete Muñoz. She knew she needed a catcher, but part of her wished it could have been just the two of them.

She braced herself for more nonsense from Phillips as she stepped onto the field, but her pitch earlier that evening seemed to have made him a convert.

"I've got two bills down that you strike Muñoz out. He's lucky this isn't official, or you'd be messing up his precious over-.300 batting average," he said.

"Nah, man. Margie's good, but she's about to give it up to me. I think she's going to let me take her deep." Muñoz spat in the dirt at his feet, then squinted out at the empty park.

Margie squared her shoulders. She recognized Muñoz's trash talk for what it was — challenging, not sexist. He was chirping at her the way he would have with any hot pitcher. Telling her that she wouldn't be able to keep him from hitting long and hard, far out into the outfield or maybe even over the fences. When he hefted his bat, however, he glanced at her with meaning in his eyes. Margie's mouth went dry. It wasn't just the language that seemed sexual. Muñoz obviously planned to take her deep off the field even if he didn't manage the feat on the diamond.

***

You can find the book here.

See Me at Women's Week

This week I'll be at two events at Women's Week in Provincetown, Massachusetts.

Thursday at 4 pm you can find me reading alongside Sacchi Green and Anna Watson at AMP Gallery.

Friday at 3 pm I'll be at Womencrafts with Sacchi Green, Anna Watson, Priscilla Scott Rhoades, and Elaine Burnes.

If you've never heard of Women's Week, check out the incredible full schedule here.


There are going to be so many awesome literary events. I'm pretty excited to attend, aside from the appearances. Let's talk about the appearances, though. These are in support of Sacchi's amazing anthology, Me and My Boi. That book is really special to me, and the last promotional event I went to for it proved to be a really touching experience. If you're able to make it out to this, I think you'll be glad you did. And if not, check out Me and My Boi. It's full of deeply moving explorations of gender and queerness, and it's super, super hot at the same time.