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Sneaky Peek at Stella Harris’ “Aquamarine”

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Today, another preview from our brand new, erotic story collection, Shameless Behavior, which will be out this coming week. Stella Harris‘ “Aquamarine” sees Kelsey’s partner, Will, coming out about his love of cross-dressing in the bedroom. Specifically, Will loves having sex in women’s panties. Here’s the point where Kelsey sees Will in panties for the first time:

Kelsey changed in the bathroom down the hall, and then waited impatiently by their bedroom door for Will to call out that he was ready, like in a doctor’s office.

When the call finally came, Kelsey rushed through the door before stopping in her tracks. Will was face down on the bed—a sight to behold. One of his legs was bent just enough to give her a perfect view of his body and the panties, which were a perfect fit. The sea green satin almost glowed against Will’s tan skin. The waistband sat at the top of the curve of Will’s ass, and the slightly transparent fabric was stretched just enough to give a preview of what lay beneath.

Kelsey moved forward and slid her hands down Will’s back, but didn’t let herself touch the fabric yet. Now she was ready to slow down, to make this experience special, and to build anticipation. She’d meant to do that for Will’s benefit, but her own fingers were twitching with eagerness to touch.

Many thanks to Stella for so perfectly exploding the myth that a butch heterosexual man can’t be hot for his partner in femme panties. I particularly love how excited Kelsey is to see Will dressed this way. Often, sex is hottest when it surprises us, right?

Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame will be on sale in the next few days.

Bonjour sexy. Au revoir shame.

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Photo credits: By Carl Bednorz (Flickr: Bow) via Wikimedia Commons

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“I Want To Call You Daddy”

Now, as you can guess from the title of my erotic novel, Confessions of a Kinky Divorcee (also available on NOOK), I’m more than a little interested in kink.  In Kinky Divorcee, it all starts with shoes, but there are also some kinky dynamics at play.  For instance, Debs believes she can’t have a much younger lover partly because of the age taboo.  Our society can say, time and again, that love has nothing to do with age, but at heart they often don’t mean it.  Well, Debs has to let go of the age myth, as well as the notion that consenting sex can’t occur even though you’re adults if you’re old enough to be someone’s parent.

Also, we can shout “it’s fantasy!” until we’re blue in the face, yet people still get upset about age play.

Anyhoo, this brings me to the House of Cards Trilogy, which we’ve been watching recently.  (I’ve seen it many times before, but for Angela, this is a first.)  I couldn’t wait to get to the point where Francis Urquhart (a politician who secretly thirsts to be Brit Prime Minister) makes a pass at Mattie Storin, a passionate young journalist.  In the early scenes below, Mattie has no idea that she is saying the very things Urquhart is already thinking.  In truth, he seduces her when she believes that she is seducing him.

That said, she’s the one that says what she wants to “call” him in the bedroom.  And it’s kinky indeed.  Part of why I find Mattie so attractive is because she owns her sexuality, owns her kink.  In fact, Mattie clearly has a hold over Urquhart, and seeing as nobody else really does, that’s perhaps a mesmeric attraction for him, especially seeing as he’s always wanted to be “a father of daughters.”

Oh Daddy.

WARNING:  If you watch these snippets right to the end, there are a few small spoilers.

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Confessions of Kinky Stilettos

image001Lana here, everyone, and I’m thrilled to announce that my erotic novel, Confessions of a Kinky Divorcee, will soon be available from Harper Collins’ Mischief.  And what is it about, you ask?

Well, when Debs discovers her husband is having an affair with a woman she finds herself attracted to, it makes her question her very self.  So, newly divorced, she sets off on a journey of sexual self-discovery, with fur-covered diary, “Kitten,” in tow.  It turns out that Debs has many loves, including sex with women in kinky high heels.  But when she starts obsessing over her tenant, Janey Prince, a college student who is researching the history of the stiletto, Debs finds herself longing for the very person she believes she can’t have…

One of the things I loved about writing this novel was the research I did on the stiletto heel — after all, Debs is a shoe-seller and Janey, her tenant, is studying the significance of the high-heeled shoe.  Here’s a little taster, in which Debs confides in her diary, “Kitten”:

Hear this, Kitten:  While we were in the Buttercup Cafe, Janey told me that Catherine de Medici was the first woman to wear high-heeled shoes as a fashion accessory, because she was short—and in those days “short” wasn’t pretty for a woman.  But in the Shoe book, it also says that she was marrying some powerful duke at the time and didn’t feel she’d get the right respect because of her height.  And that’s interesting, Kitten, because we get a lot of shorter women in Pussyfoot Shoes, looking for heels that’ll make them feel more powerful.  And I know Gladys has apologized for mocking my interest in shoes, but still, if a shoe can give you power and confidence—and in my case, transform me into a dominatrix—that isn’t a shallow affair!  I mean, would Winston Churchill have taken Britain to war if he’d had less confidence?  Would Princess Diana have given to all those charities if she felt all squat and unimportant?

You can pre-order Confessions of a Kinky Divorcee on Amazon.  Warning: it’s a hot and kinky read.  I’m excited about the book’s release on March 21st!

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Blood and Sex…Together

Do you remember the Rolling Stone cover to the left, which starred the main players in True Blood?  There was quite a to-do about it.  “Blood and sex together?” people were shouting.  “Argh, make it stop!”  But blood can be sexy.  And for many, it often is.  In fact, you only need look to the vampire myth to see this truth in action.  A trail of blood down a pale neck, the act of biting so hard that we cut a lover’s skin…such stock images from the horror genres hold a great deal of sexy fascination.  In fact, if you want to see vampire fiction at its most sexy, check out Buffy the Vampire Slayer when she lets her boyfriend, Angel, drink her blood, because it is his only cure.  Whedon et. al. are super at protecting their footage from the internet, but here’s a lovely mix that includes moments from the scene:

While we’re at it, I am also amazed at how much shaming there is of menstrual blood in sex scenes, and I wonder if the Rolling Stone cover above reflects this strange phobia.  Personally, as a queer woman, I have zero problems with menstrual blood during sex — in fact, for me, it can bring a whole new depth of intimacy.  This is also a reminder that bloodshed doesn’t have to mean pain or wounds.  That said, there are many who like to be cut or grazed in the bedroom (which of course demands safety, care, trust and consent).  But I’ve no doubt that this can be hot as all heck.  In fact, as someone who likes to switch in BDSM, I’d vamp (or be vamped) any day if only I had the fangs…

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Why I’m All About Sex With Glass

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As I was shopping for sex toys at AdamEve.com I found myself wondering why glass is so sexy.  Is it because it’s transparent?  I mean, you can see what’s behind it, but you can’t touch, which makes for the ultimate tease.  Or maybe glass draws us because of its associations with ice, which melts when warmed, creating a wet, thirst-quenching coolness.  (If you’ve ever played with ice in the bedroom, you’ll know this all too well).  And imagine if a stripper’s clear heels melted when placed in the hand or on the skin.  Surely that would give any dom a massive surge of power!  But until this dom is touching one of those icy stilettos, they must just salivate and watch… 

Of course, ice is really water that’s begging to melt, and “melt” is so often used to denote sexual pleasure that it has become cliché: “I melt when she’s near…”  But even without the associations of ice, glass can be heavy, and heavy can be hot. Those who have experienced a luxurious glass dildo will know what I mean.  When this glass cock sinks into you or your lover, the weight brings a whole new pleasure – the glass is cool but hard, and impossible to permeate – no stretching or curving.  Just pure, hard pleasure.

Mmmm…

Anyhoo, for examples of all sorts of glass toys, including stunning dildos and balls, take a look at AdamEve.com for yourself.

Oh, and by the way, putting your glass dildo in the fridge beforehand can make partnered or solo sex twice as exciting.  (Check it’s the right temperature for you/your lover beforehand though!  No, really. 😉

We lovingly invite femme fatale submissions in which the femme fatale is an ice-queen.  Why not?  This post was lovingly borrowed from Lana’s blog “What the Fox?” at lanafox.com

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Peeping with Jack Vettriano

About nine or ten years ago, when I was still living in Britain, Jack Vettriano‘s prints were everywhere.  The classic of his is the Singing Butler.  It’s beautiful, but his sexier pieces draw me in more powerfully.  There are few who communicate desire like Vettriano, or reveal such eloquence in terms of a kinky aesthetic.  And with his sexier work, the viewer is usually peeping — a spy in the bedroom.  Pretty kinky in itself.

Do you think he’d give Go Deeper Press some cover art?  Oh come on, there’s no harm in dreaming, right?

A friend once reminded me that Vettriano was considered a “popular” artist.  I asked him why this was important.  “He’s scoffed at by ‘real’ artists,” said my friend, “but he’s laughing all the way to the bank.”  I reminded him that I didn’t care about whether a piece was “popular” or “high art.”  I’m a sex activist who not only loves erotica, but is pro-porn when everyone is consenting.  In other words, I try to give classism the finger, focusing instead on craft and effect.  Some say that erotica is higher class than porn, but of course there is some beautifully shot porn around and some pretty soulless erotica.  Everything varies.  Simple really.

As I said to my erotic writing class the other night, “Sometimes, I feel that ‘erotica’ is just a fancy way of saying ‘I’m a sex artist.'”  But that doesn’t mean that someone who crafts porn isn’t just as committed a creator.  When we hear that someone makes “porn” or “erotica,” we can respond: “The term that you choose doesn’t bother me.  Just let me see your aesthetic.”  Only after we’ve seen the work for ourselves do we have the right to rate it.

For folks who are using the terms “porn” and “erotica” in exciting and original ways, take a look at Blue Artichoke Films (their movie, Headshot, shows a man being given oral sex…yet we only see his body from the waist up).  Also, I’ve recently heard of Natty Soltesz — I’ve yet to read his work, but when I researched him, I heard him refer to his work as porn.  And according to a reader who I trust with my whole being, Soltesz crafts powerfully hot stories with great skill.  I look forward to reading his work.

In the meantime, here’s some more Vettriano.  Enjoy…

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