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Because it's a favorite: Gotta Have It trailer

I don't know if I'll be making any more book trailers; I'm in business-minded, money-saving mode, but the part of me that's not that, that's just someone who enjoys creating things, loves making them. So here's one of my favorites...one of my editorial life goals is to make a book whose book trailer I can get onto Amazon. Might have to be non-erotica, but that's on the agenda!

Anyway, I really love the Gotta Have It trailer, and the book itself. I'm proud of myself for trying something new with both. I'm waiting to see if sales pick up (they're good, just not my bestseller). I'd love to do more short shorts, though, having been working on one for a while myself, they are often harder than they look. And as part of my positive thinking agenda, I can say that I'm very proud of this book (all of them, really), regardless of sales. I love working with such a range of international authors and getting to hear the stories read, via video and in person. I'm trying to remind myself every day, especially when an individual story or whatever it is gets challenging that I've met lots of challenges before.

My gay erotica stories in Hot Jocks and Brief Encounters

2 new Cleis Press gay erotica anthologies have stories by me in them! "Muscle Memory," a weightlifting and BDSM story (with chess references, see below!) is in Hot Jocks: Gay Erotic Stories and "The Most Unexpected Places" is in Brief Encounters: 69 Hot Gay Shorts. I haven't seen either book yet (very overdue for a visit to my po box but might have to wait til after London). Only found out that my story was in it from this post. I love short shorts and this one I remember actually working on at the much-missed now-closed Village Tart. (Pichet Ong, please feed me!) Because in a week or month, let alone a year, so many words pass through my head, I sometimes forget what I've written. How I managed to work Glenlivet, which I barely know what it is, into "Muscle Memory," I have no clue. I'm always extra honored to have my gay male erotica published because I'm not a gay man. It feels like it's more of an accomplishment. Which should spur me on to write a story inspired by a little game my ex and I used to play, turned totally on its head, that I've only been working on for, oh, about four months. Time to whip my lazy fingers into shape. (That is just how I talk to myself. I've eked out a few things, but all the stuff I haven't done is what I remember, and what I will hopefully use to get me back on track with my writing. I'm fully aware that nobody else cares which anthologies I submit to or don't, but again, I maintain that for me, writing is always a selfish act, and I want to keep trying as hard as I can. When I don't, I feel like a loser.)

From "Muscle Memory"

With each bench press, Todd felt himself grow not just more powerful but more virile—which helped him fight back the tears that still threatened to tumble out, even as he hoisted the heavy weight over his head, when he let his mind wander back to Steve. Three months after their breakup, the memory of their relationship was still fresh—not to mention raw. Steve had accused him of being too young, immature and weak, hurling accusations and Todd’s clothes at him across the room he’d practically moved into. I’ll show him weak, he thought, as he grunted, pressing one-hundred-twenty pounds above his head, his teeth gritted, shoulders and arms straining. He sucked in a breath, then let it out as he lowered the weight and began again, until his set of twenty reps was done.

He lowered the bar and sat up, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. Todd wasn’t a natural bodybuilding type; the biggest muscle he liked to exercise was his brain, going over chess combinations endlessly, studying the great masters like Bobby Fischer, Alexander Alekhine and Mikhail Botvinnik. He’d read once that the serious players like Garry Kasparov could burn major calories when they played in a simul, moving around a circle to do battle in the ancient game with dozens of players at once; at first that idea appealed to Todd much more than weightlifting, but the latter had grown on him as he’d realized that it was as much about brainpower as biceps.

Chess was familiar, comforting, a welcome challenge. He loved getting so lost in studying an old game that he knew it by heart, investigating it over and over again like a detective would a particularly thorny clue in a crime. That was his favorite kind of muscle memory, where he knew the moves by heart so well that he could focus on fantasizing about new strategies to breathe life into what, on paper, was just a bunch of numbers and letters spelling out the moves. He could hold almost thirty moves in his head a once—a skill that had earned him the coveted grandmaster status—as he sat for hours at a time, silent, trying to outwit his opponent.

Steve had been drawn to him, as he’d always said, for the furrow in his brow, the way he could practically see Todd’s brain calculating, but that same trait had been what had ultimately driven Steve away. “You live in your head too much; you forget about the rest of us in the real world trying to enjoy our bodies too.” The words still stung, especially because Steve had never complained in the bedroom, where Todd had always submitted to whatever scenes Steve cooked up, kneeling at his feet or crawling around on a leash, sucking him off at a moment’s notice, taking a beating from his belt without a whimper. Remembering that last conversation made Todd want to punch someone. Instead, he took a sip from the water fountain, put down the weights and moved to another part of the gym to do the next best thing—strapping on gloves and beating the hell out of a punching bag.

From "The Most Unexpected Places"

It’s bad enough to run into an ex while on a tropical cruise, even worse to run into your ex’s ex, but that’s exactly what happened to me. Given the options of going to Minneapoils for Christmas and facing my family for the first time in four years solo, or having fun in the sun with as many gay boys as I could handle, I chose the obvious.

I figured all those strangers would help get my mind off Parker. But one of the first people I ran into was Carlos, Parker’s ex. I’d heard all about Carlos, had even met him once, but it’d been a long time until I could even hear his name without wincing. He’d come before me, and I knew he’d always resented the fact that I’d “stolen” Parker away, even though they’d been split up for three months.

I like short shorts

Heads up - Writer's Digest is holding a contest for short stories of 1,500 words or less.

I've been brainstorming for stories for Sacchi Green's lesbian erotica short shorts anthology Girl Frenzy (deadline is July 15th) and crossing my fingers that my book Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex does well enough to warrant me doing another book of short shorts. It was a gigantic amount of work, far more than the usual anthology, but worth it to me for the opportunity to showcase a wider range of writing styles and authors than I normally get.

For me it's interesting because I'll start a story and sometimes they come out way longer than I'd planned. I feel lucky when that happens. These days I'm just grateful to finish any story; I excel at starting them, less so at finishing, but am determined to make this the month I get back to the business of being the kind of writer I want to be, meaning one who finishes and submits things, rather than seeing all the pretty covers on Amazon and berating myself for not completing what I know would've been likely to work. If I have no ideas, that's one thing, but when I have an idea and simply give in to my worst impulses and don't finish it, that's when I hate myself. Creating RKB 2.0 is a looooong process but I'm getting there, with some ups and downs. If I sell any stories, I will certainly be posting!

Free erotica books (Gotta Have It) at BEA tomorrow; new jewelry by Objets d'Envy

Crazy busy with a bazillion deadlines, plus tomorrow I'm going to Book Expo America, where I've been going every year since I think 2002, certainly before anyone ever entertained the notion of having me edit (or, uh, write) a book. I love it, though I think my enthusiasm level has dialed down marginally; mostly, I am looking forward to having time to actually read all the amazing books that have come into my possession lately, like the memoirs Wanderlust by Elisabeth Eaves and My Year with Eleanor by Noelle Hancock and the novel America Pacifica by Anna North and...lots of others. I am excited to pick up a copy of Between Here and Forever by one of my favorite YA authors, Elizabeth Writes, meet with my publicist from Rare Bird Lit and generally stuff as many free books into my bags as I can, and hunt down publicists I pester with emails all year. And maybe someone will be serving cupcakes, or at least little snacks. I so can't wait until I take the first true vacation I've had in longer than I can remember this weekend. Sortof a sad statement that on my own I don't let myself take vacations, but thankfully that is changing and I get to explore Boston with someone who I don't seem to get to see enough of here and who knows it better than I do and is willing to walk all over the place with me (I think).

If you follow me on Twitter you already know how to get free books if you are up for Amazon.com reviewing (next will be Obsessed, which I'll be sending out in early July, stay tuned for giveaways and a NYC book party!). Anyway, tomorrow I will be bringing hundreds of postcards (decluttering for the win!) and if I remember, book buttons (I got them made for Please, Sir and Passion and somehow now have thousands of buttons taking up space in my home). So stop by and say hi and get a copy of Gotta Have It signed.

May 25, 1 pm - 2 pm and 3 pm-4 pm

BOOK EXPO AMERICA - SIGNING FREE COPIES OF GOTTA HAVE IT

You have two chances to get a free signed copy of Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, plus free book buttons!

1-2 pm I'll be at the Cleis Press booth, 4625A, and 3-4 pm I'll be in the autographing area (look for me).

Jacob Javits Center, NYC

bookexpoamerica.com

I'm a huge fan of Chicago-based jewelry company Objets d'Envy and my new favorite of theirs is their Demi necklace. I have it in three colors and am a little obsessed. Here's one of them:

Yes, my Seattle June 27th will be this hot

And you should be there. Or wish you were there. It's free and Naked Girls Reading will be reading almost naked and I and Shanna Germain will be reading and signing Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex. And there are free cupcakes! I'll be in Seattle this weekend for vacation and fun and CupcakeCamp Seattle...in June I'll be there for the Rock N Roll Marathon, which I just may be walking solo (helpful hint: don't make plans nine months in advance with anyone and expect them to stay in place) and for this fantabulous very special reading. As I've said before, I quit In The Flesh because I couldn't afford the time and financial costs, and this is the last year I'll be doing the same amount of readings unless someone else is flying me there (meaning, this is the last year I will be doing a lot of readings). I am hoping to get out to California in 2012 to do some readings with Susie Bright for Best Sex Writing 2012 (deadline May 1 and it's already shaping up amazingly).

Anyway...crazy busy time but I wanted to share this hot flyer with you. If you like it, do me a favor and head over to Facebook and share the news about this reading. Or just copy and paste. Whatever works.

June 27, 6-8 pm, FREE
Babeland, 707 E. Pike Street, Seattle
Gotta Have It reading

Join Gotta Have It editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, contributor Shanna Germain ("Genesis") and burlesque performers Jesse Belle-Jones, Polly Wood and Heidi Von Haught from Naked Girls Reading for a fun, fabulous event at Babeland Seattle for short, sexy readings from Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, plus free cupcakes! Free copies of SexIs Magazine will be given away.

"Veronica's Ass" = free erotica from Gotta Have It!

If you like this story, please consider checking out the 68 other short hot stories in Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex. Click through to read the introduction and watch the book trailer.

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Veronica’s Ass
by Matt Conklin

My wife, Veronica, has the sweetest ass I’ve ever tasted. I mean that both literally and figuratively. It’s curved so perfectly I can only imagine some divinity somewhere intended it to be used the way I use it, the way she likes me to use it. I’ve been with women who loved nothing more than having their nipples sucked or pussies licked; one loved to have her feet massaged and swore she could come that way.

But my Veronica is an ass girl and rightly so. When she strides out of the house wearing a clingy red dress paired with matching heels and either fishnets or bare legs (and sometimes sans panties), her ass is what gets noticed. She is a curvy, sensual woman who never misses a chance to play up her assets or let me play with them.
If we’re standing in line waiting for a movie, I’ll stand behind her and “accidentally” brush against her sweet cheeks, while she’ll find any opportunity to bend over and show off her greatest asset.

A typical morning will start with her prodding me awake, rubbing her luscious, naked body against me. She’s smooth all over, with long, silky brown hair that tickles my skin. I’m pelted all along my chest and arms, but she says she likes it, nuzzling her cheeks against my nipples, seducing me before I’ve fully woken. It’s when she turns around that I fully rise, in all senses of the word.

Her butt beckons to me, the pale, round skin so inviting. I reach for those cheeks and squeeze, and she moans. I pull them apart and she gasps. I lift my head and grab her so my tongue can nuzzle her pussy and she squats over me, her ass resting against my forehead, my tongue deep inside her wetness. I greet the day by greeting her pussy, my dick getting hard. Sometimes it wants to fuck her ass, to enter into that forbidden hole--well, forbidden for other people, not pervs like us.

Other times I’m content to simply fondle her butt, to see where it leads me. This morning, in fact, I ate her to an orgasm that had her trembling so hard she almost toppled over. She laughed as she caught herself, then turned around to kiss her taste from my lips. Her pale, lightly freckled cheeks were red, her eyes dancing as she wiggled around me. Something in me stirred and I sat up and positioned her so she was bent over the bed, ass in the air. Except as gorgeous as it was, that wasn’t enough, not at that moment.

“Step back, Veronica,” I said. “Show me that beautiful ass and your pretty pink lips.” She whimpered and did as I said, bending so her hands were wrapped around her ankles. There are times when I want to take her so hard, viciously, I suppose, even though she’s the love of my life. Maybe because we’re both so secure in what we have, we can treat each other the way some people only do in fantasy. Who knows, really?

All I know is that when I pressed her body tight to mine and slammed my cock hard inside her, she felt so tight, so perfect, so wonderful. I grabbed her asscheeks and leaned forward, maximizing the effect. “Hold on, baby,” I said, and looked down, watching as my very hard cock disappeared inside her. Somehow, even after all these years, that sight never gets old and always feels a little bit like a magic trick. Not that my dick disappears, but that it feels so damn good, like I’m a virgin again.

I feel her twisting, squeezing me inside while her hips rock just enough, and I grunt. I slap her ass, then slap her back, loving the noise, the freedom to grab her and use her in any way I please, because I know her so well. I reach for that shiny hair and tug, bending her head back, while my other hand seeks and finds her clit. I pinch it just enough to feel a corresponding tug deep inside.

“That’s it, baby, I’m gonna come soon,” I say, and we shift again so she’s back to the original position, head tilted on the bed so I can see her, hair spilling onto the sheets. Her eyes are closed, but it’s like I can see inside her mind, and I watch her as I feel my come burst out from me and fill her up. Tears spring to my eyes as I struggle to catch my breath. Veronica’s ass—her whole body, her--brings out something in me that makes me feel like I’d die happy if I died fucking her.

I pull out and we kiss softly, then less softly. She slips into her purple silk robe, then sits on my lap, but I can still feel the globes of her ass pressing against me, so warm, so delicious. “Put on your thong,” I tell her. “The one I like the best.” I know she still has my come inside her, that it’ll probably drip out and wet the fabric, and that makes me smile.

She gets up and, like a burlesque dancer, drops the robe down so I can see her perfect backside and then that ass. I want to bite it and spank it and stroke it and fuck it all at once. Instead I watch her put on the thong, then check herself out in the mirror. I see how it perfectly bisects her bottom and know that all day, when she feels it, she’ll think of me.

There are people who say it’s hard to keep the sex alive in a marriage, and maybe it is; we’ve certainly had our moments when it wasn’t smooth sailing. But whenever I’ve been even vaguely tempted to stray, all I have to do is think about Veronica’s ass to know that there is nothing better in this world. I’m a lucky man, and I make sure Veronica--and her ass--knows it.

Naked Girls Reading Gotta Have It live, free, Seattle, June 27th!

2011 is the last year I will be doing readings all over the place like a crazy woman unless they are very special (or someone else pays for me) so I really am excited about this very special reading. PLEASE do me a giant favor and tell anyone in Seattle who might be interested. I want to pack Babeland. Here's a too-racy-for-Facebook photo of Naked Girls Reading Seattle, who will be joining me, along with erotica writer extraordinaire Shanna Germain, author of the story "Genesis" and editor of the upcoming Bound to Lust. Shanna is also featured in the Gotta Have It book trailer. I'll get to work on some yummy cupcakes - I'll be in Seattle mid-April for CupcakeCamp Seattle and it's a huge cupcake city so I'm sure that won't be a problem.

Facebook invite
June 27, 6 to 8 pm, FREE
Join Gotta Have It editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, contributor Shanna Germain ("Genesis") and burlesque performers from Naked Girls Reading for a fun, fabulous event at Babeland Seattle for short, sexy readings from Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, plus free cupcakes!

Free cupcakes and short erotica tonight at Bluestockings in NYC

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Cinnamon raisin hump day buns recipe by Gotta Have It contributor Erica Rivera

Erica Rivera wrote the story "Hot Buns on a Sunday Afternoon" in Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex. Now you can get her recipe for Cinnamon Raisin Hump Day Buns!

Here's the beginning of her story "Hot Buns on a Sunday Afternoon." Read the whole thing in Gotta Have It - click to watch the book trailer.

Hot Buns on a Sunday Afternoon
by Erica Rivera

I always preempt my booty calls with porn.

Sink your teeth into my buns, read the text I sent to my lover. Attached was a picture of my homemade pecan rolls, dripping with caramel. I deliver! Just say when!

To my relief, he was just as eager for the rolls as I was for another roll in the hay.
Now! he responded.

We’d only have an hour, but the way he fucked me, that would be plenty. His style was almost schizophrenic: bunny kisses interspersed with spankings. He’d given me a peek at the wide, wild world of BDSM, and I was hooked. Next on the menu? Anal.

“I’ll be gentle,” he’d promised during our previous in-person negotiations. “I’ll go slow. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But you won’t want to.”

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Kindle edition of Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex now available

It's been so great to do readings and see people taking home Gotta Have It. I've been reading a few stories, my own "Manners," which there's video of and you can read in full here, and, last night, the last story in the book, "Vacation Pictures" by Robert Peregrine, which is full of humor and sex toys. I'm excited to announce that the
Kindle edition of Gotta Have It is now for sale for $9.29, which, I think, makes each of the 69 stories average out to just under 14 cents. Enjoy!

Book trailer for Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex

I'm SO happy with the way this book trailer, my 8th (I'm working on getting them all up on my site in one spot, but the previous trailers have been for Spanked, Do Not Disturb, Peep Show, Fast Girls, Orgasmic, Please, Sir and Passion). Below the trailer I've posted the authors who contributed to it!

Trailer contributors (in order of appearance):

Christen Clifford
"After Ten Years"

Giselle Renarde
"Meet Me In The Kitchen"

Andrea Dale
"Wasn't It Good"

Shanna Germain
"Genesis"

Elizabeth Daniels
"Dining In The Dark"

Emerald
"Suggestion"

Marina Saint
"Eat Me"

Jeremy Edwards
"No Blame, No Shame"

Heather Lin
"Seven-Letter Word"

Kay Jaybee
"The Advantage of Working
From Home"

Vampirique Dezire
"A Forced Witness"

Monocle
"Plotter"

Rachel Kramer Bussel
"Manners"

Kirsty Logan
"Pierced"

Anya Levin
"Continuing Education"

Helia Brookes
"Over The Line"

Donna George Storey
"Anal-yzed"

Trailer by What That Noise Productions.

Here's a screen capture from my iPhone from the Blip version (we used TubeMogul to put it up in as many places as we could):

My full, free kinky face-slapping story "Manners" from Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex

I'm sure you would much rather read a dirty story than my blathering about not being able to find my phone. Well, I would. And Gotta Have It will be in stores any day now. It'll be in a few specific ones next week - Good Vibrations Berkeley, Booksmith in San Francisco and Coco de Mer in LA where you can get signed copies! And next month comes such a huge honor - my book Surrender, with a cover photo by the one and only Barbara Nitke (make sure to check her out).

Without further ado, a kinky little story I wrote, and there are 68 more, most not so kinky, but some are. There really is something for everyone in this book and I may be wrong, but I really hope people who don't otherwise buy or read erotica pick it up. Watch the video of me reading it here. Book trailer coming soon, hopefully next week, and hopefully best one yet!

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Manners
by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Sheila sighed, then shuddered in complete contentment after Max’s hand connected with the apple of her cheek. Connected, meaning slapped. Struck. Smacked. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she’d have bit her lip…if she didn’t have his cock in her mouth already. She braced herself for him to do it again; that moment couldn’t come too soon. She busied herself swallowing more of him, saliva filling her mouth as she endeavored to take all of it. Nothing filled her with a greater sense of pride. But she felt the tip broach the back of her throat and another slap wasn’t forthcoming.

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” he asked. His tone wasn’t teasing or light, and it wasn’t a rhetorical question. It was a demand with a question mark at the end of it, a tone bordering on something sinister, a register lower than his usual.

“Thank you, Max,” Sheila panted as she parted her lips from his hardness, and was rewarded with another blow across the same cheek, a harder one. His hand was big enough to cover the side of her face, a fact she knew well from the many times he simply held it there, intimating what he might do, or caressed her from just below her ear on over to her chin. His hands knew every inch of her face as intimately, if not more so, than they knew her pussy. They’d traced her lips, pinched her nose shut, pried open her mouth. On plenty of occasions one hand had held a cheek while the other whipped against the other side, and if she dared close her eyes, he’d squeeze her neck until she opened them.

She liked that she never knew quite what to expect from his sadism, liked that he could always read her desire for more but only sometimes gave in to her whims. As she said the words again--“Thank you, Max”æbefore pressing back down, her mouth drawn to his cock like a magnet, Sheila shivered. He slapped her again and she mumbled the words around his flesh.

She discovered that even more than she liked to be slapped, even more than she liked the sudden, stinging rush of pain to her skin, she liked to have to ask for it; beg for it. She was humbled by having to thank him and therefore having to admit that he wasn’t actually doing this to her; she was having him do this to her. She was the one so depraved as to want him to hurt her like this, depraved in the best possible sense of the word. His hands moved to her neck, tightening as she traced her tongue along the length of his shaft. She sank into the pressure, succumbed to it, even as she wondered whether Max could feel the tightness from the outside in. She hoped so, hoped her throat was constricting around his cock. She took a shuddery breath in through her nose, and he in turn tightened his hold for just a moment before letting go. It was their ongoing dance: two steps forward, one step back.

She looked up at him through the film of tears, hoping he wasn’t watching her just at that moment. She liked to be watched, liked to think of his eyes on her when she had him in her mouth. But she wasn’t sure she was ready to look at him head on. She looked back down but somehow he’d caught the uncertainty, caught the way it made her heart trip its way through her chest, loud, insistent. “Look at me, Sheila.” He was still hard, the heat of his erection, its very presence, commanding her to touch it. But for once, he didn’t want that. “Look at me, I said,” he growled, and she did, this time biting her lip as if she’d done something wrong.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to have done something wrong, if she wanted to be punished and have to apologize. But that would be too easy for a man like Max. He didn’t want to play games with her, he never had. He liked direct, honest answers. “You like being tied up, don’t you?” She could never get away with just a nod or a “Yeah.” It had to be, “Yes, Max,” or “Yes, sir.”

This time was no different. “I want you to watch me when I hit you. Don’t flinch, or I might think you don’t really like it. I might think you don’t want me to slap you, and I don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t really like. I want to know that my girl is as big a pain slut as I think she is.” All the while he spoke, his hand held her jaw in place. She couldn’t turn her head, could only choose to cast her eyes down or aside or shut them. She looked back at him, half recognizing the man before her, the big brown eyes, the smooth brown forehead, the razor-sharp teeth almost hidden behind his lips.

She kept staring as he raised his hand, far enough that she could see it as it aimed for her cheek. He used to take her over his lap, spank her ass and pull her hair, but that seemed like child’s play compared to what they both liked to do now. She still bent over for him, still wanted him to spank her, by hand or paddle or belt, but they were in too deep to turn back. He slapped her face again while keeping his eyes trained on hers. “Thank you, Max,” she said, and couldn’t stop the two tears that trickled down her cheek, surely falling over the freckles that dotted her skin.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice a little more purr than growl, before slapping her again. She was so tempted to shut her eyes; to focus solely on that one sense, touch; but he wouldn’t let her, or rather, she wouldn’t let herself. She kept looking at him as her left cheek bore the brunt of his smacks; he liked to use his dominant hand, to get the most out of their play.

The tears flowed faster and each “Thank you” took on greater import as she realized how many things she was thanking him for. There were the slaps, of course, but there was so much more than that. There was the tenderness with which he stroked the tears into her skin, the way he pressed his meager nails into her collarbone, the way he grabbed her long black hair and pulled her face back to get the last few blows in. Then there was the way he bit her lower lip, hard enough that she thought he might draw blood. Soon his knee was between her legs, pressing against her wetness. His tongue dove into her mouth, strangling her for a moment, his lips so big, wide, open. She shut her eyes then, whether she was allowed to or not. She opened them when they finally parted.

“Please,” she murmured. “Please.” She was shaking by then, trembling, broken in some powerful way only he could fix. She wasn’t sure what she was asking for, exactly, but she knew he’d know. He always did.

You've gotta have Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex

I'm so excited about my biggest (338 pages) book ever, Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, which will be in stores any day now, from Cleis Press. I'm working on postcards, readings, an author-filled book trailer and much more. Mostly I love it because I got to work with tons of new authors, it's totally varied, from crossword puzzles to Godzilla, quickies to kink. The format of 1,200 words or less allowed me to play with the form and include a wide array of stories so there's something for everyone and the smaller trim size means it can fit in your coat pocket probably. And there's a cat on the cover and a photo on the spine!

The first 10 people to send me their receipts for the book will get a choice of (while supplies last) a free copy of Orgasmic or the new Jo Weldon-foreword-including Hide & Seek. Write me at gottahaveitbook at gmail.com with "Receipt" in the subject line! Readings are in the works for New York, LA and Minneapolis and hopefully I can squeeze in a few others too.

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Introduction: Short, Sweet and Totally Sexy

Seven-Letter Word Heather Lin
No Blame, No Shame Jeremy Edwards
Wasn’t It Good? Andrea Dale
The Things a Woman Will Make a Man Do for Her Isabelle Gray
Special Collections Fiona Curtis
Wonderland Madeline Elayne
Red Light Angela Caperton
My Femme Evan Mora
Genesis Shanna Germain
Serious Moonlight Michael A. Gonzales
Too Wondrous to Measure Salome Wilde
Hors d’Oeuvre Stan Kent
Missed Connection Tigress Healy
Ties That Bind Daniel Burnell
Eat Me Marina Saint
Jarret Shane Allison
Lucky Number Fifty-One Jennifer Peters
Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler Tara Young
Spunk Sylvia Lowry
Time Cecilia Tan
Dining in the Dark Elizabeth Daniels
Downpour Elle
Need-Leash Mike Kimera
Crushed Satin Organza Carmel Lockyer
Not on the Mouth Cole Riley
Hot Buns on a Sunday Afternoon Erica Rivera
Feel the Burn Thomas S. Roche
Trixie Jen Cross
Police Dogging Elizabeth Coldwell
Tip Me Kiki DeLovely
Marxist Theory Elizabeth Hyder
The Dirty Things She Says Sinclair Sexsmith
Laughter in Hades Teresa Noelle Roberts
The Quick Stop Shashauna P. Thomas
Pain Surfer Cate Ellink
After Ten Years Christen Clifford
Over His Shoulder Maximilian Lagos
Manners Rachel Kramer Bussel
Veronica’s Ass Matt Conklin
Punishment Befitting the Crime D. L. King
Lies Kristina Wright
A Forced Witness Vampirique Dezire
Concensus Denise Hoffner
Don’t Struggle Valerie Alexander
Plotter Monocle
Intercept Burton Lawrence
Not a Bang, but a Whimper Jacqueline Applebee
Suggestion Emerald
Hands Free Effie Merryl
Remembering the Wrinkles Penelope Friday
Leaves Elise Hepner
The Copilot Mike Bruno
Pierced Kirsty Logan
Last-Time Lesbian Geneva King
Anal-yzed Donna George Storey
Independence Day Kate Pearce
Going Bald Craig J. Sorensen
Continuing Education Anya Levin
Meet Me in the Kitchen Giselle Renarde
Over the Line Helia Brookes
Not Just a Myth Heidi Champa
Hunger Maria See
The Tipping Point Lolita Lopez
The Advantage of Working from Home Kay Jaybee
For Dessert Jordana Winters
Good Neighbors Mercy Loomis
Laugh Sommer Marsden
A Good Stiff One Kathleen Bradean
Vacation Pictures Robert Peregrine

Introduction: Short, Sweet and Totally Sexy

Everyone needs a break from his or her everyday life sometimes, and what better way to escape than with a short story that gets right to the point? The authors of the sixty-nine stories you hold in your hand understand exactly how to pique your interest and get you off , and they do it all in 1,200 words or less. You don’t need long to get drawn into the drama, tension and lust.

I received close to three hundred submissions for this collection, more than I ever have before, and I think that’s because no one, writer or reader alike, can resist a short story that seduces instantaneously. These stories aren’t all about quickie sex, though there’s plenty of that. There are strangers who meet and know right away they must have each other, neighbors, travel mates, coworkers and long-term couples such as those in “After Ten Years” and “Remembering the Wrinkles” who are looking for ways to hold on to that spark. There are stories of sex in libraries, vacation sex and lots of outdoor sex—in the rain, in the street, all over. There are lovers with pecan rolls dripping in caramel, and meals where lovers feast on nothing but each other. There are even a few stories with no actual sex in them at allæyou’ll have to hunt those down and see why anticipation can be the sexiest act of all.

There’s humor, kink, flirtation, Godzilla, missed connections, sex toys, and one very bold census taker. But I don’t want to take up too much of your time that could be better spent getting intimately acquainted with these short but incredibly sexy stories. I hope you will savor them, read them aloud and return to your favorites again and again. Because all of us have a few minutes set aside for a quickie, don’t we?

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City

Free erotica anthology from me for first 10 to purchase Gotta Have It

I got some fabulous news yesterday from my publisher Cleis Press - my biggest book yet, Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, aka, the erotica book with the cat on the cover, is shipping to me from the printer today, rather than in a month. So, to celebrate, I'm offering the first 10 of you to buy it a free copy of either Orgasmic or the newly rereleased version of Hide & Seek with an foreword by the one and only burlesque performer Jo Weldon.

Just email your receipt to me at gottahaveitbook at gmail.com with "Receipt" in the subject line and your mailing address. US only. Purchase it from anywhere but the first 10 with their receipts get the freebies. Kindle users, the Kindle edition will be out February 1st .

Stay tuned for Gotta Have It readings and postcards and podcasts and lots of fun stuff. This was a very fun but very challenging project to work on due to the sheer number of submissions and contributors. Big thanks to my amazing assistant Inara de Luna, who I highly recommend, for her help organizing things. I hope this does well in part because I want to do it again, and in part because I am excited to have the chance to publish so many new, and new to me, authors. Publishing someone's first erotica story? Totally makes my day/year. Also, I think this one has a very wide appeal; there's a little bit of everything, from Godzilla to crossword puzzles to long-term relationships to flirtations to libraries and missed connections to kink to the mile high club and more. Lots more.

Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex is edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, and will be published by Cleis Press in February 2011.

Order Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex from:

Amazon.com

Kindle edition (coming soon)

Bn.com (Barnes & Noble)

Books-a-Million

Borders

Powell's

IndieBound (find your local independent bookstore)

Cleis Press

Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex is out in February!

I'm working on events and other promotions for Gotta Have It, and yes, there will be postcards for the cat lovers! This is my biggest book yet, with 69 stories, and I'm so excited to work with so many new and talented authors from around the world (Scotland, UK, Australia, Canada).

Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex is edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, and will be published by Cleis Press in February 2011. It is available for pre-order on Amazon.com (other ordering links TK).

Introduction: Short, Sweet and Totally Sexy

Seven-Letter Word Heather Lin
No Blame, No Shame Jeremy Edwards
Wasn’t It Good? Andrea Dale
The Things a Woman Will Make a Man Do for Her Isabelle Gray
Special Collections Fiona Curtis
Wonderland Madeline Elayne
Red Light Angela Caperton
My Femme Evan Mora
Genesis Shanna Germain
Serious Moonlight Michael A. Gonzales
Too Wondrous to Measure Salome Wilde
Hors d’Oeuvre Stan Kent
Missed Connection Tigress Healy
Ties That Bind Daniel Burnell
Eat Me Marina Saint
Jarret Shane Allison
Lucky Number Fifty-One Jennifer Peters
Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler Tara Young
Spunk Sylvia Lowry
Time Cecilia Tan
Dining in the Dark Elizabeth Daniels
Downpour Elle
Need-Leash Mike Kimera
Crushed Satin Organza Carmel Lockyer
Not on the Mouth Cole Riley
Hot Buns on a Sunday Afternoon Erica Rivera
Feel the Burn Thomas S. Roche
Trixie Jen Cross
Police Dogging Elizabeth Coldwell
Tip Me Kiki deLovely
Marxist Theory Elizabeth Hyder
The Dirty Things She Says Sinclair Sexsmith
Laughter in Hades Teresa Noelle Roberts
The Quick Stop Shashauna P. Thomas
Pain Surfer Cate Ellink
After Ten Years Christen Clifford
Over His Shoulder Maximillian Lagos
Manners Rachel Kramer Bussel
Veronica’s Ass Matt Conklin
Punishment Befitting the Crime D. L. King
Lies Kristina Wright
A Forced Witness Vampirique Dezire
Concensus Denise Hoffner
Don’t Struggle Valerie Alexander
Plotter Monocle
Intercept Burton Lawrence
Not a Bang, but a Whimper Jacqueline Applebee
Suggestion Emerald
Hands Free Effie Merryl
Remembering the Wrinkles Penelope Friday
Leaves Elise Hepner
The Copilot Mike Bruno
Pierced Kirsty Logan
Last-Time Lesbian Geneva King
Anal-yzed Donna George Storey
Independence Day Kate Pearce
Going Bald Craig J. Sorensen
Continuing Education Anya Levin
Meet Me in the Kitchen Giselle Renarde
Over the Line Helia Brookes
Not Just a Myth Heidi Champa
Hunger Maria See
The Tipping Point Lolita Lopez
The Advantage of Working from Home Kay Jaybee
For Dessert Jordana Winters
Good Neighbors Mercy Loomis
Laugh Sommer Marsden
A Good Stiff One Kathleen Bradean
Vacation Pictures Robert Peregrine

Introduction: Short, Sweet and Totally Sexy

Everyone needs a break from his or her everyday life sometimes, and what better way to escape than with a short story that gets right to the point? The authors of the sixty-nine stories you hold in your hand understand exactly how to pique your interest and get you off , and they do it all in 1,200 words or less. You don’t need long to get drawn into the drama, tension and lust.

I received close to three hundred submissions for this collection, more than I ever have before, and I think that’s because no one, writer or reader alike, can resist a short story that seduces instantaneously. These stories aren’t all about quickie sex, though there’s plenty of that. There are strangers who meet and know right away they must have each other, neighbors, travel mates, coworkers and long-term couples such as those in “After Ten Years” and “Remembering the Wrinkles” who are looking for ways to hold on to that spark. There are stories of sex in libraries, vacation sex and lots of outdoor sex—in the rain, in the street, all over. There are lovers with pecan rolls dripping in caramel, and meals where lovers feast on nothing but each other. There are even a few stories with no actual sex in them at all--you’ll have to hunt those down and see why anticipation can be the sexiest act of all.

There’s humor, kink, flirtation, Godzilla, missed connections, sex toys, and one very bold census taker. But I don’t want to take up too much of your time that could be better spent getting intimately acquainted with these short but incredibly sexy stories. I hope you will savor them, read them aloud and return to your favorites again and again. Because all of us have a few minutes set aside for a quickie, don’t we?

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City