Multiple orgasms? Oh, yes!
What does it feel like to climax? Coming Soon: Women’s Orgasm Erotica offers wild and thrilling tales of female sexual pleasure that explore that question in a variety of wondrous ways. From a fetish that will appeal to any book lover and a waitress who’s seduced by her very attractive customers, to the thrill of artificial intelligence that knows exactly how to please a woman sexually, you’ll discover how delightful it is to come and come again. Read about women who like to watch, and others who love to get naked and show it all off.
With 20 erotic stories by popular authors such as Ella Dawson, Katrina Jackson, D. L. King, and Donna George Storey, you’ll be turned on with every page. Whether they’re enjoying multiple orgasms, playing with sex toys, attending a sex party or taking a thrilling business trip, the characters in Coming Soon savor every moment of their arousal. Edited by the award-winning Rachel Kramer Bussel, these sexy scenarios range from sex with strangers to the deepest of intimacy among couples, all while reaching the peak of erotic fulfilment.
About the author
I want to write every kind of story. I know this sounds kind of pretentious but screw it, I'm going for it. I've always been an avid reader and started writing poetry in early grammar school. I think there are a lot of people who will say that they wanted to be Stephen King at one time or another, and the same holds true for me. I wanted to be Stephen King, Anne Rice, Ray Bradbury and Rod Serling, but it was in erotica where I really learned the mechanics of writing.
What started out as private stories and love letters, soon became publications in anthologies, the most recent of which being Cleis Press' Coming Soon: Women's Orgasm Erotica, which is due out 7/13/21 http://mybook.to/comingsoonprint.
To date, I have self-published a novella, Carnal Theory, and written one full length dark fiction novel that I am currently shopping around. I have the rough drafts of two science fiction books, one horror novella, one play, four children's books, and I-don't-know-how-many poems and several song lyrics. I meant what I said at the very beginning. I want to write every kind of story. (Except maybe westerns. I can't watch two men stare at each other for ten minutes without screaming ``Somebody shoot somebody already!") I want to be known for not staying where I've been put. I want to always surprise people, especially myself. Because that's what makes it fun for me. The feeling that even I don't know what I'm going to do next.
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Can you remember if there was a moment when you decided you wanted to be a writer?
I can remember being in grammar school and getting super excited about poems I had written. It really wasn’t until I got into poetry that I thought I might be good at this. I still have some of my old diaries and journals from when I was a kid, and I can remember trying to make a flip-book back then. (Flip-books are HARD. Having to do the same but slightly different image a million times? I gave up after three or four.) I was big into R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps series and my mom was a huge Stephen King fan so I would always see the covers of his books sticking out of our shelves and I would always steal them from my mother and claim them as my own.
What inspired you to write your first book?
My first full-length book was actually inspired by fear. My wife and I had been trying to have a baby for several years and it was really taking its toll on us. At the time both of us were working jobs we hated and it got me thinking about what really scared me most. Not simply that we might never get out or have a baby or be stuck in dead-end jobs, but that we would come so close to getting out, only for it all to fall apart. I thought that would be the worst thing imaginable and the only way for me to get a grip on it was to put pen to paper. That idea became A Man in Pieces, which is the book I’ve been shopping around for awhilenow.
Was it easy to tell your friends and family that you were writing romance? What was their reaction?
Yes and no. It depended on who I was talking to. My wife, my mother, two of my closest friends, they all know what I write and they have all been incredibly supportive. The others…I don’t trust them to know this part of myself. At least not yet.
Is it still just as exciting to have a book accepted? Why do you think that is?
Absolutely! I always get super excited whenever I get something accepted, whether it’s a book or a short story because I deal with so much rejection on a regular basis. I’ve pitched my book to thirty-some odd agents now and rejection is so much a part of writing that it’s easy to think that it’s the ONLY part of writing. That all you’ll ever find yourself getting is a long list of no’s and that can be terrifying.
What is the hardest part of being published for you?
Self-promotion, hands down. I’ve never been much of a salesman so that is something I’ve really had to work on over the last several years. I’ve had to teach myself about landing pages and website building and even just organizing a blog tour. It’s tough and it really is something that only gets easier after you’ve done it for a long, long time.
The bathroom she’d chosen was small but serviceably spare, wrapped up in the smell of industrial lemon. When the knock finally came, Catherine’s heart thudded as she threw open the door.
Wordlessly Dave or Pete or Brian slipped past, taking his place atop the toilet. Locking the door behind them, Catherine smiled at this stranger with his blue shirt and hungry grin.
They stared at each other for a long moment and then, with slow, conscious movements, began.
Catherine lifted her skirt as he unbuckled his belt.
She slipped her fingers into her underwear as he stroked
himself, his cock held tightly in his fist.
She teased herself slowly, stirring the soft hairs with her palm, gliding a finger between her lips, drawing out the warmth like a friend called out to play.
Dave or Pete or Brian bit his lip and stroked more quickly now, growing harder by the second. With deft fingers, Catherine slipped her underwear off and spread her thighs wide. Slipping a finger insider herself, she gasped and rolled the hood of her clit gently, sending light straight up her spine.
Soon enough the smell of lemon faded, replaced by the musk of their exertions. Her thighs were quivering, and his cock was
hard and red.
He’d brought condoms, but she made him use her own, squirting a dollop of lube into the palm of her hand. Straddling his thighs, she grasped him, the first time they’d ever really touched.
He sighed as Catherine lowered herself down but for her it was uncomfortable at first. Her inner muscles, too long unused, rebelled at his thickness, leaving her hissing as she rocked against him, back and forth.
Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes, listening to the sounds beyond the door. The whisk of luggage wheels and conversations, the thousands of people walking by. None of them would ever see her like this, her bare ass clenching as she rode this stranger, her breath coming in frantic gasps as he went deeper every time.
With a shudder Catherine rocked forward, now flush against his hips. She sighed and let her head fall back, the sensation not quite orgasm, but the pleasure of being filled.