Publications

Short stories are listed in reverse chronological order according to publication date. Click on a title for more information, or scroll down to look through them all.



Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission


Print anthology (FORTHCOMING)
Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Published by Cleis Press May 2010

Power Over Power

I sat on the bench perpendicular to his desk, and he smiled and turned back to his computer. I didn’t need to look at Dominic to feel the way he was affecting me. It happened just from being in the same room with him. It was something that went beyond looks, beyond personality, beyond simple attraction. It was pure heat, like a raw power of undiluted wanting, craving, hunger. I felt it when I watched the nonchalance with which he taught the methodology used by the Israeli army for hand-to-hand combat, a methodology designed, ultimately, to kill people. I watched the skill, control, focus of the lightning flashes of movement, the cracking thuds against padding that seemed effortless to him and felt the raw heat in my core. Every movement he executed was exactly what was called for, nothing more, nothing less. He didn’t execute power just for the sake of executing power. Power was cultivated in him so deeply that it simply came out when needed.

I wanted to fuck him so badly I could hardly stand still.

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The Cougar Book


E-book and print anthology
Edited by Jolie du Pre
Published by Logical-Lust February 2010

To Make It That Way

Thus began what seemed like a sudden double life for me. I still hung out with my friends on weekends and most other times we usually had. But sometimes I disappeared for a while. I often lost track of time when Cole summoned me — or, considerably less often, when I called upon her — to get together for one of our fervent, marathon, phenomenal sex sessions that left me feeling like the rest of the world had evaporated or that we’d stepped onto another timeless planet for a while. Not many people even knew about her, and those that did didn’t hear much about her. She slipped in and out of my life like an intoxicating scent — not there for long, but hitting with such force that it left an impression time has its work cut out to erase.

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Best Women’s Erotica 2010


Print anthology
Edited by Violet Blue
Published by Cleis Press October 2009
Reviewed at Erotica Revealed
Podcast reading of this story by editor Violet Blue here

Shift Change

The more I watched him, the more mesmerizing he became. He wasn’t the kind of guy I usually found myself attracted to, the kind that turned my head on the street and brought an unsolicited “fuck me please” forward in my brain. He was the kind that was necessary to watch like this, instigator of a quieter kind of attraction that came out only when all the characteristics that showcased his sexiness — focus, intensity, knowledge — came together for display. Even when he spoke, he did so with concise, no-nonsense syllables in a tone neither dull nor distant. Everything about his professional focus and action seemed to flow, but in a very structured manner. Like liquid through a straw.

And suddenly I wanted him to direct that attention at me.

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H is for Harlot


Alison Tyler’s Erotic Fiction Showcase Blog
Published July 12, 2009
Podcast of this story available here

Fireworks Display

All four doors of the vehicle opened, and I watched as one young male figure after another emerged. All in all the truck was full of six young men, probably in their early twenties. I ogled them shamelessly in the mirror, knowing they didn’t see me and likely didn’t even realize anyone was in the car. They all climbed on top of the cover over the truck bed, conversing noisily.

A low heat started in my stomach. Cock times six was arranged just a few feet behind me, and they didn’t even know I was there.

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Oysters & Chocolate erotic

Erotic website
Published June 3, 2009

The Only Ones

Pulling my blouse open, he lowered his head to one nipple and sucked until it stood erect in his mouth, then let go and worked the other. Heat was pooling between my legs as I bit my lip and ran my hands through his hair. Abruptly he grabbed me and hauled me over to the couch, positioning me behind it as I bent eagerly over and hiked up my skirt. He ripped a condom open, and seconds later he was inside me, pounding hard as I completely forgot to be quiet and let out a characteristic scream.

She entered from the door to our left. I had all but forgotten the context of the situation, and when the wife of the man fucking me strode in and stopped in front of the couch before me, I jumped as though we had been caught for real. I froze, looking up at her, and felt Rick come to a halt as well behind me.

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SWING! Adventures in Swinging by Today’s Top Erotica Writers


E-book and print anthology
Edited by Jolie du Pre
Published by Logical-Lust April 2009

What We Do

Jackson’s mouth moved to my ear, one hand snaking around to the back of my neck and grasping my hair. I knew what was coming next, and a hot jolt of lust shot through me as he began to whisper in my ear. “You can fuck whoever you want when you’re here alone during the day, as long as you’re ready to bend over and take my cock at night when I get back. You want to spread your legs for all those hot young colleagues of mine, don’t you? I know you do. You like to spread the wealth of that hot pussy of yours like the little slut that you are.” I was panting, closer and closer to coming as Jackson pulled my hair even more tightly. His whispering voice continued. “You probably want to come down and take over the seminar I’m leading this afternoon, don’t you? You want to walk right up to the front, strip that hot body naked, and watch all those horny businessmen in their suits line up to fuck you while I supervise. I bet that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, Victoria?”

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Ruthie’s Club


Erotic website (pay site)
Published March 30, 2009 (Note: site on hiatus as of August 2009)

Is Not Gold

“I was just thinking it’s about time to go,” she said, eyes on the ground. Her voice sounded tight.

He studied her. “No.”

She looked up at him with surprise. She started to speak, but he was already striding toward her, pulling her rather unceremoniously from the bench and up against him, kissing her with the solidity of the mountain behind him.

She didn’t need convincing. Her body responded to him the way it always had, and soon she was clawing at his jacket, at everything that separated her from him, and he was shrugging out of it and pushing hers from her shoulders, their eyes still closed, nothing but harsh, frantic kissing between them as he ripped her blouse open and she tore off his belt.

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Good Vibrations Magazine


Erotic website
Published February 12, 2009
Podcast of this story available here

Cougar

And that’s why I hope, and believe, they’re better off after I’m done with them. I’ve left every one of them with a smile and a kiss and a look meant to cement that feeling of confidence within them so they’ll know how to give one hot fuck to the next woman that comes along, and the one after that. It’s almost as though I consider myself a kind of veritable jump start to sexual pleasure, setting off a series of sparks that turn to flames that turn to a collective sexual heat burning throughout society — a sincere, confident, knowledgeable one. Which is exactly what makes it so hot.

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Love Notes: A Music & Sex Anthology


E-book anthology
Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Published by Ravenous Romance February 5, 2009
Reviewed at Erotica Revealed

With Random Precision

I turned my head from my horizontal position and saw the candles lining the side of the room. The flames looked free, playful, full of movement, as though they were giggling at me as they showed off how much they could move while I lay solidly bound. I lifted my head to glance down at the shining purple coiled and knotted against my skin. Simultaneously, I heard the music. Quiet as it was, I hadn’t even noticed it while he was tying me up. It was so low I couldn’t even make it out. But I could feel it. I asked what it was.

“Floyd,” Max answered without looking up, working with the rope at my left thigh, coiling it around the leg of the ottoman.

. . . . Max shifted his hand. I felt the knot I had noticed earlier move slightly against my clit. The jolt of arousal that flooded through me stunned me as much with its unexpectedness as with its intensity. I looked at Max, who met my gaze and knew what he saw there.

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The Erotic Woman


Erotic website
Published January 22, 2009

No Such Thing

She looked back at the couch and let the memory come this time: the heat of Jason’s touch making her catch her breath as he came up behind her, the stubble of his two-day beard grazing her neck as he whispered in her ear how much he wanted to fuck her. She’d turned, and he’d pushed her onto the couch, ripping at her clothes as her breathing grew heavier and her pussy wetter. He had pushed into her with a voracity that made her cry out, an involuntary sound from deep in her core, the same place she felt the connection with him that took her — took them both — to another plane of existence, a place beyond thought, beyond form, beyond any separation between their physical bodies.

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Oysters & Chocolate erotic

Erotic website
Published November 3, 2008

Self-Preservation

He used to love to watch her come. Not even touching her, just lying beside her, his attention wholly focused, watching the way she stroked her clit with her fingers, gently inserting one into her slick pussy from time to time as she arched her back and moaned and gasped.

. . . . Thinking about it, she massaged her clit slowly, sliding her hand lower at times to feel the wetness she was creating. She moved her fingers faster, feeling her climax build. When it came, she reached out to her left where he used to lie.

Her hand hit the bed with a quiet thud. She gripped the blanket, bunching it into a ball with her fist as the orgasm consumed her body.

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Tasting Her


Print anthology
Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Published by Cleis Press August 2008
First place/Gold (tied) winner of the 2009 IPPY Award in the Erotica (#37) category
In the Flesh video reading of this story viewable here

Rain Check

“I want to lick your pussy,” he whispered, and I jumped ever so slightly. Partly, I couldn’t deny, because of the eroticism of the comment. My pussy, without any input from me, got wetter at the words. In the next instant, however, I felt the familiar self-consciousness sweep in and overcome.

Luke pulled my chin firmly with one finger to look at him when I ducked my head. “You don’t have to let me if you don’t want to. If you don’t want it, that’s fine. But please don’t say no because you think Idon’t want to.” He traced his finger lightly from my chin down to between my breasts, raising goosebumps all over my body. “Because I’m begging you,” he continued softly, flicking his tongue out to nip my slightly open lips. He moved his mouth back to my ear and whispered into it, “I want to lick you to climax.”

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Good Vibrations Magazine


Erotic website
Published February 6, 2008

Play for Me

Grace’s pussy tingled as she watched the intangible consume him. She lay back on the floor, jeans still undone, no top. As his fingers worked the strings and the piercing chords filled the room, she ran a hand lightly up her stomach to one breast. The other one joined it as she squeezed her tits lightly, bending her denim-clad legs and twisting her hips. The carpet was soft beneath her; she ran the soles of her feet along it, then ran one leg up the other and crossed them, hands still over her breasts. She wanted her jeans off, but she would leave them for now.

She watched as he switched melodies, adjusting the strings and tuning the instrument as she rolled onto her tummy. Her breasts pressed into the soft carpet underneath her as she looked up at him. The notes from the guitar solo she had heard him play dozens of times shot through the room like pinballs, ricocheting and colliding like an aural kaleidoscope at the command of his fingers. She heard the song as it was released into the room, but she knew it all came from something deep in his core that burned through him first. And that’s what she was craving.

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K is for Kinky


Print anthology
Edited by Alison Tyler
Published by Cleis Press January 2008
Reviewed at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association

Wings and All

“Do you like it?” I turned around and looked over my shoulder, sensing my fuzzy yellow feeler springs bouncing as I craned to see the back of the frilly yellow tutu. I wiggled my hips and flipped it playfully, which wasn’t really necessary because it didn’t cover my ass even when it was placed properly. I beamed and turned my head back around, reaching for the elastic straps at my shoulders as I prepared to take the wings off.

Before I could, I felt Justin up against me from behind. Surprised, I started to turn, but he wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms against my body and holding me in place . . . .

Justin pulled away slightly and spun me around, the black vinyl of my boots creaking as I moved. I caught my breath as he reached and cupped my crotch. My breathing continued in short gasps as he slowly maneuvered his fingers for a moment. Then his hand stilled; his eyes on mine, he suddenly gave a hard yank. Taken by surprise, I lurched forward against him as I heard the rip of my fishnets. Immediately I realized he had been maneuvering his fingers into their tiny holes to gain the leverage needed to tear them.

It worked. Obviously the wings weren’t the only part of this costume that was delicate.

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G is for Games


Print anthology
Edited by Alison Tyler
Published by Cleis Press July 2007

Who’s on Top?

He turned to me. “So I’ve never had sex with a Yankee fan before,” he remarked.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “Gee, should I take that as an indication that you believe we’re going to have sex?”

He laughed. “Something about the look you’ve managed to give me even in your disgust at realizing I was a Bosox fan made me think that was maybe on your mind.”

I smirked. “Aren’t you perceptive. I was planning to fuck you from the second I met you.”

Turning to the TV screen, I took in the scene of the familiar stadium where I’d seen the same match-up in person many times. Instantly I felt the familiar energy of my disdain for the opposing team. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the same tension enveloping Corey.

He turned to me again. “Interested in making a little bet on this game?”

When I looked at him, the gleam in his eye made me have to actively hold back from jumping on top of him. “What kind of bet?”

He leaned in a little closer. “Winner gets to have his — or her — way with the loser, so to speak.”

I looked at him. “Excuse me?”

“Winner gets to dominate,” he explained.

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Erotika: Bedtime Stories


Print anthology
Published by Sensorotika Press May 2007

Let It Snow

The next time I looked out the window, it was snowing again. It was peaceful at first, to match the night as it had been on my way over. After a while, however, I noticed it blowing and whirling, and I shivered as I thought of the short walk back to my apartment. The crowd in the bar dwindled as the weather grew rougher.

. . . . Tyler spoke to the two patrons nearest him before making his way to me.

“We’re closing early,” he informed me. He looked at the window before continuing, “Weather’s getting really bad and supposed to get worse. Some of us live a ways away, you know, so we’re going to let everyone get out of here before we get snowed in.”

I nodded. “Where do you live?”

He named a neighborhood about a half hour away. I nodded again.

“Ty, you gonna try to make it home?” the other bartender called as he walked around and rejoined Tyler behind the bar.

Tyler shrugged and nodded.

“You could stay with me.” I said it with no preamble; I didn’t need any. While I didn’t usually need an excuse for such an invitation, this was certainly — finally — giving me one.

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Good Vibrations Magazine


Erotic website
Published June 16, 2006

Business and Pleasure

I reached again for his cock, wrapping my lips around the tip this time before withdrawing and kissing it softly. I heard his breathing grow deeper. When I looked up at him, I caught him looking at my ass, the black g-string giving him an almost complete view. I uncrossed my ankles and lightly kicked my feet back and forth a few times, the heels of my pumps clicking together softly. He inhaled audibly and brought one hand around to touch my hair.

“No,” I snapped, pulling back immediately and glaring up at him.

“Sorry.” He spoke his first word since entering the room and quickly returned his hand to its place behind his back.

“Don’t let it happen again.” I didn’t smile.

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Best Women’s Erotica 2006


Print anthology
Edited by Violet Blue
Published by Cleis Press October 2005
First place/Gold winner of the 2009 IPPY Award in the Erotica (#37) category

Deal

I didn’t have to bring my own music; we agreed to three songs, which I picked and he said he had. The right music is not only important but imperative when I strip. It is, after all, what makes me dance. All I had to bring to Devon’s place was myself and condoms, of which I made sure I had plenty. Devon and I had gone over the basic rules the night before when he gave me directions, and he seemed to understand them. I told him I’d go over them again before we got started.

I knocked on the door and waited. There was a fair amount of noise from behind the closed door, but it stopped when I stepped through the threshold.

Ten pairs of eyes beheld me, and I met each of them in turn.

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