The Green Light District

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.

“Relative Anonymity” (Best Bondage Erotica 2011)
“If” (Passion)
“Is Not Gold” (Erotica For All)
“The Plant on the Mantel” (The Erotic Woman)
“Power over Power” (Please, Sir)
“To Make It That Way” (The Cougar Book)
“Shift Change” (Best Women’s Erotica 2010)
“Fireworks Display” (H is for Harlot)
“The Only Ones” (Oysters & Chocolate erotic)
“What We Do” (Swing!)
“Cougar” (Good Vibrations Magazine)
“With Random Precision” (Love Notes)
“No Such Thing” (The Erotic Woman)
“Self-Preservation” (Oysters & Chocolate erotic)
“Rain Check” (Tasting Her)
“Play for Me” (Good Vibrations Magazine)
“Wings and All” (K is for Kinky)
“Who’s on Top?” (G is for Games)
“Let It Snow” (Erotika: Bedtime Stories)
“Business and Pleasure” (Good Vibrations Magazine)
“Deal” (Best Women’s Erotica 2006)

Best Bondage Erotica 2011

Print anthology (FORTHCOMING)
Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Published by Cleis Press December 2010
Book’s introduction here

“Relative Anonymity“

Carly walked behind him down the steep staircase in the dark, glancing ahead to the shadows on the concrete floor. She narrowed her eyes at a large shape she didn’t recognize as they reached the bottom.

She looked around, keeping her expression neutral, though not without effort. The shape she had seen was a cross, life-size, with wrist and ankle cuffs attached and dangling from it. Carly wasn’t entirely sheltered enough to not know what it was for, but she had never seen one in person. Beyond the cross was a sawhorse that looked ready for its traditional purpose except for the black padding across the top and leather cuffs identical to the ones on the cross attached to each of the four legs.

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Passion

Print anthology (FORTHCOMING)
Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Published by Cleis Press November 2010
Book’s introduction here

“If“

I lay on the bed and pictured Hayden and me the day of the wedding, hidden in one of the preparation rooms after the ceremony as I knelt and sucked his cock, his breathing frantic above me as he stood in his shiny black dress shoes and ebony tuxedo shoving his hips forward and grasping the back of my head. His incessant pumping into my mouth would make my pussy drip, and I’d look up at his silver eyes locked on mine and let him know that as much as I loved what I was doing, I was going to demand that he take my pussy before he was done.

I came to the image of the shiny blue satin dress bunched at my hips as he drilled into me from behind.

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Erotica For All

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

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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The Erotic Woman

Erotic website
Published May 21, 2010

“The Plant on the Mantel“

“My grandmother had an affair,” Sylvia said abruptly, staring at the portrait.

My wife turned back to the fireplace and stepped forward, running her fingers over the thick leaves of the wax plant. “I hadn’t thought about those letters for a long time.”

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Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission

Print anthology
Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Published by Cleis Press April 2010
Book’s introduction here
Please, Sir book trailer viewable here
Reviewed at Erotica Revealed

“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 and the Erotica Readers and Writers Association
Podcast reading of this story by editor Violet Blue here
In The Flesh video of my reading (a shortened version of) this story 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

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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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.

. . . . 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

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.

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
Book’s introduction here
Reviewed at EdenFantasys
First place/Gold (tied) winner of the 2009 IPPY Award in the Erotica (#37) category
In the Flesh video of my reading (a shortened version of) this story 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.

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.

“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.

“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.

“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.

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

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