The Edge of Realism

There’s a story in Begging for It that really works for me. And no, I don’t mean the one I wrote, Symphony. Though I hope you’ll find it irresistible.

Fantasy is, as others have said, a realm of its own. When I saw that Rachel Kramer Bussel wanted erotic stories of female fantasies, my brain starting pinging like a geiger counter.

This idea was hot.

Written communication can exist in the littoral zone, neither shore nor sea. Does she want me to write a real person living a fantasy? Fantasizing? Or perhaps she wants the fantasy-me, a character whose very being exists only in fantasy?

In Symphony, I did my best to write all of that – the fantasy character who is also not beyond the edge of realism, experiencing what can be read as either a deep masturbatory fantasy or a fantastic reality.

I hope I’ll hear from readers on how they read the story, who they think she is, and what fantasy she’s living.

But what about that other story? Well, it’s called Lipstick, and M. Bird drew me into the tension of fantasy, the balancing point where it’s necessary to evaluate which is more attractive…thought or deed. I tripped over this sentence, and never completely got my footing back. “Hannah bets she smokes, bets she tastes like whiskey, bets she closes her eyes like she’s grieving when she comes.”

Fans self.

That’s far from the only excellent story that got my heart talking to my cunt. I like the lead of Tabitha the Cat – Lauren Marie Flemming wrote someone I’d enjoy hanging with.

Orcas cracked me up – Regina Kammer playing with the line between types of fantasy again – and played on my ties to the Pacific Northwest. (Yes, I was married on Orcas Island.)

Dollymop made me want to hug that girl, but Malin James also stretched my caring into her imaginary sexual future…a great trick. I want her to be happy, and I would love to be one of her fucks as she figures it all out.

I enjoyed the others as well, and Rachel’s usual high standards make it a good book throughout.

Now it’s time to go read some of these aloud…

Begging For It: Erotic Fantasies for Women by Rachel K. Bussel

Date of Publication: July 12, 2016

Blurb

What would you give – or give up – to fulfill your most cherished sex fantasy? In this Cleis Press collection, erotica editor Rachel Kramer Bussel brings us femme fatales and shy women, women on a mission and women opening up to new worlds of discovery: women who know what they want and are not afraid to beg for it! Let yourself go with these twenty-one tantalizing tales of tortuous longing and release.

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About Rachel K. Bussel

Rachel Kramer Bussel regularly contributes to Refinery 29, Glamour, and Cosmopolitan, and hosts readings around the country. A prolific erotica editor, as well as a much-in-demand sex educator, her titls include Come Agaon: Sex Toy Erotica, Spanked, He’s on Top, She’s on Top, Passion and Do Not Disturb. She lives in New Jersey.

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My Summer of Boi

My hair’s growing out a little, getting thick and wavy. My warm winter layers have been washed and stowed in the compartment under the forepeak berth.

As my body comes out from hiding from the cold, I go through a metamorphosis. My female marked body begins to lead me toward sexy, fitted clothing that makes me look like the people I’m attracted to, while my agender core bucks against letting people think they know me by my tits and ass.

The result? This year, it seems, will be the summer of boi.

Tank tops over sports bras. Hairy legs under swimming trunks. Messy hair, sweat, and sunscreen.

Some of it is queer signaling (hello? do you see me?), but mostly I realize what I’ve done after the fact, with reflection from the people around me and the swiftly moving reflections in shop windows.

And the timing is perfect. My story, Teamwork, in Sacchi Green’s excellent book, Me and My Boi, features college sailors, prepping for the racing season. Their genders are touch-and-feel, want-and-wonder, see-and-be-seen.

Here’s hoping you find them as endearing as I do now, several years after I wrote them.

Sun baked the concrete pier and heat seeped into the boat shed, abandoned and echoing on Labor Day.  Tilly shifted the wide straps of her sports bra.  They cut into the muscle she’d put on for the racing season.

“Come on, Tilly, don’t just stand there.”  Spin stood next to her, legs spread.

“Yeah, yeah.  Hold your horses.  We’re supposed to stretch between sets.”

“You weren’t stretching.  You were playing with your bra.”  Spin nudged Tilly with a sweaty elbow.

Tilly rolled her eyes and set up for the two-person rope pull.  She leaned back against Spin’s pull, letting the rope out slowly, and watched Spin’s triceps flex at each push backward.  She increased the resistance to make Spin work harder and sighed at the shifting muscles in Spin’s arms.  Envy and desire, and nothing to do about either one.

When Tilly reached the end of the rope, they switched jobs.  Tilly pulled against Spin’s resistance and her upper lip rose in a sneer of effort.  The forward arm had the easy job.  It was the push backward that fucked her up every time.  Sweated ran down her temples and her shirt clung to her back.  Her stroke shortened and Spin barked, “All the way back.”  Tilly pushed harder and her sneer turned into grunts of effort.  After ten sets each, with a different arm forward each time, Spin pulled the rope free with a flourish.  She walked to the ceiling beam with as much swagger as ever, but Tilly was gratified to see that her shirt was soaked in sweat.

Tilly hooked her fingers on the pillar and stretched out her chest, watching Spin toss the line over the ceiling beam and pull into her own stretch.  Arms flung wide and eyes closed, Spin leaned forward, pulling both arms back.  Tilly’s mouth went dry at the sight of her bunched shoulders, lean arms, and the slight curve under the front of her shirt.  When Spin twisted her hips to stretch her back and sides and belly, Tilly’s mouth was the only dry part of her body.

Here’s the list of links to all the posts in this Blog Tour, and details on how to enter the drawing for a free copy of the book.

Me and My Boi Blog Tour Links

June 12—Sacchi Green— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 13—Annabeth Leong– http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/2016/06/me-and-my-boi-not-just-hair.html

June 14—Anna Watson— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 15—Sinclair Sexsmith– www.sugarbutch.net

June 16—Jove Belle– https://jovebelle.com/

June 17—Tamsin Flowers– www.tamsinflowers.com

June 18—Victoria Villasenor— https://breywillows.com

June 19—J, Caladine— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com 

June 20—Victoria Janssen– http://victoriajanssen.com

June 21—Dena Hankins–  http://denahankins.net/my-summer-of-boi/

June 22—D. Orchid— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 23—Pavini Moray– https://emancipatingsexuality.com/

June 24—Melissa Mayhew—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 25—Jen Cross— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 26—Kyle Jones– www.butchtastic.net

June 27—Gigi Frost–www.facebook.com/gigifrost

June 28—Aimee Hermann— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 29—Sommer Marsden— http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

June 30—Axa Lee— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

July 1— Kathleen Bradean— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com 

BOOK GIVEAWAY

Anyone who comments on any of the posts will be entered in a drawing for one free copy of the anthology. You can comment on more than one post and be entered more than once. The winner will be announced and notified by July 5, if not sooner.

“The Undeniable Beauty of Gift”

While I honestly enjoyed each story in Come Again, I truly loved, and was even moved by, a select few. My favorite story in the collection was Gift by Dena Hankins. Gift features two women in their 60’s and 70’s exploring lesbian sex for the first time. They have been sleeping together for a few weeks, but the story focuses on a new toy they test together, leading to a new level of pleasure neither woman has ever experienced. Gift not only turned me on, but deeply moved me as well. In the story, one of the women deals with physical disability and mobility issues. With the introduction of the new toy, she is able to reclaim her sexuality in spite of her limited mobility and engage fully with her lover for the first time. For the first time, my eyes welled with tears while reading erotica – a true testament to the undeniable beauty of Gift and Dena Hankins’ talent as an author. –Formidable Femme

I’m the opposite of speechless – I want to chatter about my excitement without pausing for breath!

What a, well, gift to be read by someone who engaged with my writing on this level. No lie, I brought tears to my own eyes writing this story, but that’s me and my very own textured imaginary version of this story. To read that this Femme was right there with me…

Floating, flying happiness.

Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica is doing so well out in the world. I’m tickled to be singled out for appreciation among a strong group of stories.

Even better review

I found an even better version of one review of “Gift”, in Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica, on Goodreads:

The Gift, by Dina Hankins is a remarkably tender, sexy story of senior lovers, Helen and Margaret. As a senior woman this one resonates with me, for sure. It’s gratifying to see stories of senior sex included in erotica anthologies. After all just because the packaging has changed doesn’t mean the fires within aren’t still burning.

Love this stuff!

Some great reviews for “Gift” in Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica

It’s tempting to spend all one’s time on Amazon’s author pages, refreshing the reviews page.  Has anyone talked about my work?

I stayed away a while and, what do you know, when I went back on, I saw some great mentions of my story in Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica!

Goa Gets More Love

A new publisher on the erotica scene, Explicit Books, has chosen to reprint “Goa”, originally printed in Twice the Pleasure, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press. It’s available now in their e-book collection Breathless: Steamy Sexy Short Stories on Amazon. Also, they chose my story to be the sample – nice!

Rachel Kramer Bussel Picks Symphony

me in a blue two-piece bathing suit floating in a crystal blue pool

And another short story has been chosen for publication!  “Symphony” was my submission for an anthology with a female fantasy theme.  I struggled over how to interpret that for a little while and then decided to write the fantasy itself rather than the frame story of the person fantasizing.  Guess that worked out!

In “Symphony”, a musicologist masturbates for her colleagues so they can use her sounds to create music that can make listeners come.  This story was inspired by a Kate Bush song about the opposite – “what they wanted was a sound that could kill someone from a distance” – made much, much more pleasurable.

I don’t have a publication date yet, but I imagine it will be in 2015.  As always, there’s one more hurdle – the Cleis Press editing round, but I’m more than hopeful that I will make the cut.  Fun stuff!

My Bois Got Picked!

I wrote a while back about submitting a story, Teamwork, to Sacchi Green for a boi-themed anthology.  Pending final Cleis Press acceptance, I’m in!

Thanks for choosing my story, Sacchi.  It’ll be great if we can do a reading for this book like we did for Girl Fever.  That was so much fun.