Get Wet with Elise Gower

You know what's really sexy in a woman?  Her ability to jump into the unfamiliar with daring and verve and come out victorious.  Elise Gower is such a woman.  A former television executive, Elise is new to the author game but just she like she did with surfing, she jumped in the deep end of the Can't Help pool with two feet to create a sexy fantasy entitled, Wet.  Her story is about a fortysomething woman knee deep in mid-life crisis, who decides to go surfing in Cabo and finds herself engaging in a little sex on the beach--sex that takes on mythical proportions.  I love this story for its sexy creativity.  You will too. Welcome to the page...

             Elise Gower
                  Wet

"On your knees..." the voice demanded.

Adrienne, despite anything that had ever made sense to her, gave in and raised herself to her knees, gripping the front of the board to hold on.  As the crest behind her rose, she felt a powerful undertow reorient her board, sending a surge of cold wash hard into her hot, aching box from behind.  She felt the water between her legs like a kind of forceful spout, banging her from behind with a hard, cold member that plunged into her, giving her more pleasure than she had ever felt before.  As the board shuddered up and down against the wake, she felt the sensation of the waterspout force in and out of her, throwing currents through her body.  All the while, the wave roared its building passion in her ears.

   The wave grew louder, and with each thrust she managed new angles to turn and adjust to stay abreast of the careening flow.  This time both breasts were freed from her suit.  Cold, wet hands seemed to grasp and pull at them as she felt the cold water dick drive deeper and deeper inside her.  The sea boiled around her.  Finally, unable to hold on to the feeling any longer, she let a guttural scream escape from way deep inside her as she burst into a briny spray.

    And then all was calm...

Go Deeper with Elise

What is your erotic point of view?  I think erotica is like a fabulous dream.  You should be carried away from all of your sensubilities, and be open to experiencing new ones.


What's the hardest thing about writing erotica?  For me, it's being so frank and open in front of anyone who cares to see.

What's the best thing about writing erotica?  I love the challenge of stepping out of my good girl shoes.

What's the sexiest part of a man?  When he can make you feel safe and protected.
A woman?  Her ability to create beauty, often out of nothing.

Top or bottom?  Sooo not me, but I have to admit, bottom.

Vanilla or chocolate?  Again, hate to admit it--vanilla.
With or without nuts?   Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don't.

Sexiest city in the world?  Anywhere in Italy.
Sexiest vacation spot?  A super yacht, anchored off the coast of Capri.

Favorite nasty word?  Naughty.  It's nasty if you use it in the right way!
Least favorite?  Snatch.  I know I don't ever want that to happen to mine!

Elise Gower is a former television executive and first time fiction writer who has written in other genres for more than 25 years.  Clearly, she appreciates good fantasy.

Sexin' with Sasha

Author Sasha James is the author of One + One = Three and her newest erotic novel, Two + One = Ecstasy, due in stores April 13th. Both books are published by St. Martin's Griffin.  And while her math skills might be a little fuzzy, the girl's ability to make a threesome sound unbelievably sexy and tempting, is a true specialty.  I am so honored that Sasha agreed to contribute a story to this anthology.  Translation Sensation proves that lust is truly and international tongue!



                       Sasha James
             Translation Sensation

  "Arrette pas.  Arrette pas,"    Genevieve kept repeating over and over.  By the confused look on her American lover's face, she could tell that he had no idea that she was asking for "more please."  He had stopped kissing her neck, and she wanted desperately for him to continue.  She started pointing to the spot that his  lips had just vacated, hoping that he would pick up the hint.

"Oh, you want some more?" Mark said, and picked up where he had left off.

His kisses began trailing from her thin neck to her her cleavage.  He unbuttoned the tiny pearl buttons on her red silk blouse until her lace bra was exposed.  Mark hesitated long enough to admire her sexy underwear.  Her bra was thin enough for him to see the rosy color of her nipples.  "Damn, you French chicks really have the feminine thing down to a science."

"Pardon?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.  Now it was Genevieve who didn't understand.

Mark listened to her French words, which floated in the air like a sweet symphony.  He didn't know what she was saying, but knew they weren't the same words as before.  They didn't understand each others' language, but that didn't really matter.  What mattered was that they spoke the same body language, and right now her body was speaking volumes. The way she was poking out her breasts and moving closer to him on the sofa was telling him to proceed, and proceed he did.

Mark unsapped her bra, causing her tits to spill out.  Unlike most women he had been with, she was au natural, no implants, all flesh.  He placed his hand underneath her right boob and jiggled it just to make sure.  "Yep, all woman," he mused, as her titty shook like Jell-O.

Genevieve reached for the back of his head and guided him toward her waiting nipple.  Realizing that
words were useless, she decided to utilize hand gestures, and pinched her nipples with her thumb and index finger.

Mark took her clue and began to suckle her tit like he was trying to extract milk. Genevieve threw her head back on the sofa cushions and enjoyed the succulent sensation.  She couldn't believe that only a few hours ago, she had stepped off the plane and Kennedy Airport, and now she was in the midst of a heated sexual experience...

Goin Deeper With Sasha


What is your erotic point of view?  Pressing the envelope with sexcapades that have the reader begging for more.

What's the hardest thing about writing erotica?  Crossing the sexual line with style and class.

What is the best thing about writing erotica?  Introducing the reader to alternative lifestyles.

What's the sexiest part of a man?  His swagger (think Denzel)
A woman?  Her conversation (nobody likes a mindless manniquen)

I've never slept with two brothers, but I'd like to try the family thang!

Top or bottom?  Top

Vanilla or chocolate?  Creamy chocolate.
With or without nuts?  Nuts, the bigger the better.

Sexiest city in the world?  Paris
Sexiest vacation spot?  St. Barts

Favorite nasty word?  Dick
Least favorite?  I don't have one ;-)


Sasha James is a prolific writer who paints pictures with her words.  She is also the alter ego of a noted novelist known for her erotica.  Previously, she penned four steamy novels and is hard at work on the fifth. Sasha divides her time between New York and Chicago.

An Erotic Thought...

As I prepare to unleash this fabulous anthology onto the world, I've been thinking a lot about what women like about this sexy genre.  Here's my erotic thought on that subject...

I believe that a good portion of women who read erotica are not simply attracted to the titillating sex.  Oh they definitely enjoy it, but it's not the driving factor that keeps them coming back time and again for more.

No, I think that most women are attracted to the  WAY the characters in these lusty stories have sex. Again, I'm not talking about the actual act, because while most are intrigued by the bold scenarios erotic writers create for them, the reality is is that the majority wouldn't dare try even ten percent of what they are reading on the pages (and neither would the writers!).  No, the thing that really draws women in and helps them connect with these hot and bold women is the unapologetic way they have and enjoy sex.

The women you will find in this anthology and most others, are not apologetic about their sexual desires.  They have given into their lust and are experiencing sex IN THE MOMENT.  They aren't harnessing their needs and wants with outdated values or with the worry of what somebody is going to think of them.  They aren't worried about how they look or how well they perform.  In fact, the sexual experience for these women is just that--an experience to be savored--and not some service call. They are all in and expecting and getting the pleasure they deserve. Their approach to sex is experimental, curious, adventurous, spontaneous, empowering and joyful.  They allow themselves to give into temptation--some with strangers, others with their most significant others.  Most of all they are pleasing themselves and their lovers without judgment and/or guilt.

Think about your sex life and that of the women you read between the covers of your erotic tales.  Compare them not necessary by act but by attitude. Learn from them how to find your sexual truth and build around that truth a sultry, lustful, healthy sex life.

Just my erotic thought.  Now what's yours?  Comment below.

Get Tipsy With Teddy

Teddy Bell is an amazing poet.  His poems are sensual and sexy and paint pictures that are as erotic as any naughty story I've ever read.   This is exactly why I asked him to provide the poetry for my character, poet Griffin Bell, in my novel Hitts & Mrs.  Of course he came through for me and Griffin's sexy way with words is all Teddy.  I was curious to see what he would do with a longer format and asked him to contribute to the anthology.  Again, he did not disappoint.  You've got to love that in a man. Meet Teddy Bell..

           Teddy Bell

   The Sangria Seduction

"Lissa's eyes are closed but she knows exactly what I am doing, and the sheen of pleasure across her face tells me she likes it.  I continue sucking each toe on her right foot while gently place her foot directly on my growing crotch.  Every time she tries to move away, I make sure her foot remains.  I want her to feel my hardness.

"What...are...you doing?" she asks while trying to catch her breath.

I want to laugh.  Sistergirl has apparently caught herself leaving her comfort zone and getting lost in the adventurous waters of rapture.  But I don't stop because I am really getting into this sensual foot bath.  Plus, while she was initially shocked, she loves what's happening.  To make my point, I start at her heel and draw my tongue up the length of her sole, punctuating the act by taking her middle toe in my mouth and sucking it like a nipple on one of her glorious tits.  She gasps.  I stop long enough to say, "I'm licking my name on the bottom of your feet...so that if you ever get lost, you'll always find your way back to me."


Hearing my poetic flow, Lissa lets out a stronger sigh. She is breathing more rapidly, while her top teeth devour her lower lip.  Her pelvis won't sit still.  Lissa's legs stiffen slightly as her hands grip the arms of the salon chair, signaling to me that she is on the verge of orgasm...

Goin' Deeper with Teddy

What is your erotic point of view?  I think great erotica should be fearless, free and freaky.

What's the hardest thing about writing erotica?  Hoping that readers don't confuse the imagined erotic writing with the lifestyle or sexual trysts of the author.

What is the best thing about writing erotica?  It's about feeling unconditionally free!  You can write about the erotic adventures you've done, you're doing, want to do or all of the above!

What's the sexiest part of a man?  N/A
A woman?  When I was younger it was all about tight jeans, busty lace bras and high heels, but as I've matured and learned to appreciate everything a woman brings, those inviting eyes are always the sexiest part of a woman.  Her eyes show her beautiful spirit and true sex appeal.

Top or bottom?  Top


Vanilla or chocolate?  Both
With or without nuts?  Without nuts.

Sexiest city in the world?  San Francisco
Sexiest vacation spot?  The Virgin Islands

Favorite nasty word?  I love hearing the word "fuck."
Least favorite?  None really, but believe it or not, I don't curse.

Teddy Bell is a poet, author and artist.  Born and raised in Berkeley, CA, he is inspired by the works of filmmaker Spike Lee, actor Laurence Fisburne, poets Saul Williams and Suheir Hammad, and musician Me'Shell Ndegeocello. His work has been featured in various media outlets such as City Lights, Keen.com, and jackieyoungwrites.com, and Hitts & Mrs. by Lori Bryant-Woolridge.  Teddy has published a poetry book called To C~ From G, and is working on a second book tentatively titled, When Candy Isn't Sweet.

A Quickie with Toi

Toi James is one of my writing students.  In class, while reading her homework, I was constantly awed by her abundant talent and her lyrical way with words. She was one of the first writers I asked to contribute to this anthology. She did not disappoint.  Her erotic piece is beautifully penned in a classic, 'erotica as art' styling. This is her first published piece, and I guarantee, it won't be her last.  Remember her name....Toi.

        Toi James

     Bubble Music

"You can pose me any way you like and paint me any way you like."  His voice deepens with an air of naughty professionalism, "You can touch me anywhere you like.  I'm your subject, your model, your canvas.  While we're here, I'm yours for you to do with whatever you think is beautiful."

"Do you have any clothes?"  I wince, already knowing the answer.

"No.  I'm sorry, I don't have any available for you."

"Why?"  My curiosity speaks before me.  "I mean, what makes somebody want to stand naked in front of a room full of people?"

"It's a long story, but the short version is, I'm curious.  The body and mind want to do so many creative things, but there are all of these rules.  'Do not,' 'Thou shalt not,' 'Restricted,' 'Prohibited.'  The only rule should be consent.  I just want to see what people will do in a space where it's okay to let their imaginations run wild."  Then he leans in and whispers, "What's going through your mind, Gracie?"

My yani warms and loosens.  I have a flash of vision and almost feel him moving inside of me.  I take the last gulp of champagne from the flute and let the bubbles work their magic.

I sit the caddy down on the floor and walk around him to see what I'm working with.  He's just as perfect on the back side as he is on the front. I look at the muscles in his back and how they dip and rise and roll from left to right when he moves.  The small of his back curves down and out to the most perfect roundness I have ever seen.  It's full and tight and caves in on the sides.  I want to touch him right there, but it's too much for me.  I just might kiss the spot.  My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears and pulsing against the band of my panties.  I squeeze my yani one more time.  My toes tingle, and I feel my panties get warm and sticky.

"You know, God made rules for a reason," I say.

"Then God shouldn't have given us imaginations and free will."

Dang it!  I'm out of champagne.

The temperature in the room has gone up twenty degrees, and I am starting to sweat.  I reach into the caddy and pull out a paintbrush--the longest one I can find.  I start with his chest and move across the contours of his body, all of the peaks and valleys of him, the firmness of where is is flexed and the softness of where he is relaxed, the bones in his feet, and the veins that connect everything.  Nothing else matters right now except for him.  When I think I am done, I realize thirty minutes have gone by, and I step back and see what I have done. I've detailed him with bright, abstract designs over most of his body--a painted pony--but when I scan his entire body, I see there is one part of him that is noticeably unpainted, untouched by my hand.  I laugh at how ridiculous he looks and how stupid I must look as his artist.  I look him in the eye, and then drop my gaze.  Jesus, it's a prize!

"Anywhere?" I try to contain my own dirty little smile...


Goin' Deeper with Toi

What is your erotic point of view?  When I decided to write erotica, I started thinking more about sex than I have ever in my adult life.  Once I turned on the "sex switch,"  I realized there is sex in almost everything, just as there is life in almost everything--even the things we've left for dead or stamped "asexual."  My erotic point of view is to bring back to life, through sex, the things we ignore everyday.  I call it the "forgotten sexy."  Why not start with a Bible-thumping abused diner waitress who can't even think about sex without having a minor psychotic break?

What's the hardest thing about writing erotica?  Writing erotica has to be one of the most difficult things I've ever done in my life.  An erotic writer has to craft her words in such a way as to bring the reader beyond the cognitive, beyond the emotional, and into the physical.  An erotic writer has to literally touch her reader with intangible words.  Now try doing it without using any "dirty" words.  How do you do that?  It's so fucking hard, it's maddening!

What is the best thing about writing erotica?  The residual sex.  Letting your imagination branch out into all of these seductive possibilities is very sexy.  Writing Bubble Music was a booster shot to my marriage!

What's the sexiest part of a man?  His lips and the words that come from them.
A woman?  Her breasts.  They're life! 

Finish this sentence.  "I've never been very aggressive, but I'd love to try going back in time to jump my high school crush."

Top or bottom?  Depends on how good a shape I'm in.


Vanilla or chocolate?  Dark chocolate.
With or without nuts?  Lots of nuts.

Sexiest city in the world?  My home town because that's where it all goes down!
Sexiest vacation spot?  Tahiti

Favorite nasty word?  Any word can be nasty in the right context.  Mine is "lick."
Least favorite?  Mama or any derivative of it.

Toi James is a true wordsmith.  She is an alumna of the Guy A. Hanks-Marvin Miller Screenwriting Program (aka The Cosby Show).  She has written several screenplays, poems and short stories.  She put her creative writing down to receive her doctorate in Communications Studies, and after establishing herself as an academic, she has picked up her pen again to pursue her first love--writing stories.