Excerpts
Introduction by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
“That’s when it struck me: why aren’t erotica writers asked to openly delve into their own sex lives more often? A healthy number of the erotica writers that I personally know have rather interesting and active sex lives -- to put it politely. It would make for great reading, I thought, and for a nice change of pace from the endless short story collections of improbable fetishes that don’t really allow the reader access to the writer as a human being...” MORE
Threeway by Ian Philips, Greg Wharton, and “Adam Greenway”
“Somehow I went from being insecure about my body and my sexual abilities, being simmeringly jealous, imagining everyone wanting a piece of Greg and him happy to rock the world of all comers, to being a little less insecure about my body, thanks to the good loving of my man, and wanting to get off seeing him rock the world of all comers. I wanted to see him make others’ eyes roll up into their heads like he does mine. I wanted to see his incredibly welcoming asshole swallow dick after dick. I wanted to see him leaving others gasping and amazed at how much he could give while taking. And I wanted to see them take the big dick I so often couldn’t (I may be a blabbermouth, but I’m not, alas, a very big mouth. And my asshole -- well, too many not-so-repressed memories block that entrance.) I knew his dick would coax more than a few tears and a lot of dick-hardening (my dick hardening) groans from some well-deserving boy.
“But when did I get so comfortable with the idea of making my husband the pass-around-party-bottom of queer publishing? I don’t know. ..”
A Picture in a Frame by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
“There were times when even E took me too far, when the pain inflicted on me was excruciating and short-circuited any feelings of sexual gratification. I recall vividly a time when she attempted to fist me when my body wasn’t ready to accommodate that type of an intrusion and the acute pain of it had me on the verge of blacking out. But with E, those rare moments ended with her grabbing me in her arms and saying, “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” It was never her intention to hurt me in a bad way. For people who don’t enjoy pain at all, that’s probably a tricky differentiation to comprehend. But for people who are sexual submissives or masochists, it marks the difference between a good top and a heartless one. And it’s part of why I feel that effective tops, both males and females, regardless of whether or not they’ve topped me, are among the most giving, innately gentle, selfless, and emotionally intuitive people I’ve known...”
This Insane Allure by Bill Brent
“I forgive myself for combining so many drugs at one point this week that my memory flickered out for roughly twelve hours. I blame the Vicodin. Meanwhile, my body continued, entwined with my lover's, through various acts of sex and sadomasochism sufficient to fill a feature-length porn video. I was lucid throughout, yet later I could only recall fragments. He says we did amazing things together, yet I have no memory of them. What rare part of me was erasing the experience as I was enacting it?
“I've never had this experience before, and I wonder whether some part of me had to die to give it birth. Some parts of us are meant to die early. Thousands of your brain cells will die by the time you finish reading this...”
Public Sex: A Bottom’s Confession by Amie M. Evans
“My pussy is famished. It’s forever hungry. A bottomless pit. No matter how much it gets; it always wants more. It is ungrateful. Demanding. Spoiled. Unappreciative. My pussy is starving; it tells me so all the time. First, in a gentle prodding way with a small tingle in the lips around its opening. It beckons, ever so slightly. More, please. Then, with more insistence, it calls out, sending forth moisture. More, please -- now. Finally, it will not be ignored. It stirs up its neighbor adding her voice to its call. My clit electrifies. Agitates. More, we say -- now. The ‘please’ is gone and with it the want transforms into a need. My pussy is insatiable...”
Exuvia (1977 - 1980) by Rob Stephenson
“At that moment, Bryan Ferry ended his song and I heard the grunts of the men I was now alone with in the dark. I felt a pang of terror as I turned toward where I expected Donny and saw only the black void of the room.
“I ran my fingertips against the wall and moved along it until I found an opening I could pass through. Down a short hallway I emerged into a room lit with a dull reddish glow that emanated from little light bulbs set under a transparent surface I walked above.
“To one side of me was a row of smaller rooms with doorways but no doors on them. Each one had a red light bulb in the ceiling. A guy was on his knees in one of the rooms facing a wall.
“I turned a corner and saw more of these rooms. I walked into one of them. My bare feet sank into thick foam padding covered with vinyl. Ten-inch tall by four-inch wide oblong holes were cut in all three of the walls at crotch level. These were specially designed glory hole rooms, much more comfortable than the makeshift restroom varieties around the city...”
Confessions of a Spankaholic by Rachel Kramer Bussel
“I was breathlessly recounting our drunken antics, with all four of us piled onto the couch in various formations, when Natalie none-too-decorously pulled the phone out of my grasp and shouted a goodbye before flinging it onto the floor. “You can talk to him later; we need you now,” she said before pulling my face to hers and kissing me lustily. Beside us, Sean and Jane were groping each other, and soon Natalie was spanking me, her hands just as powerful as I’d imagined them to be. Soon she got out the pretty fur-lined paddle, showing little mercy with its more tender side as the leather whacked my ass again and again. I rested my head against Jane’s back as I got more and more turned on. “I want to try,” Jane shouted when Natalie took a momentary break from roasting my ass. My magenta-haired friend jumped up, then pulled off her skirt and settled herself across Sean’s lap, leaving her in the perfect position to be spanked. While Jane was just getting started, Natalie had already warmed up her spanking arm on me, and brought the paddle crashing down onto Jane’s ass with a resounding smack that made us all jump a little. “Ow!” yelled Jane almost indignantly, even as she raised her pale butt cheeks into the air for more. I knew she wasn’t used to such a vigorous pounding, and stared in delight as Natalie did what she did best...”
