eXcessica new releases

TROPICAL SIZZLERS

By habu

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Length: Novel (38101)

Category: Anthology, Gay male

Heat Level: eXcess 2

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Steamy climates. Hot men. Sizzling man sex. This meaty forty-story anthology takes you around the tropical and semitropical belt of the world in a whirlwind introduction to some of the hottest and most exotic male-male action and varied tales of taking you could wish for. We have served up for us herein spicy platters of drama, amusement, pathos, domination, discovery, arousal, melting of reluctance, irony, and surprise: your porn stars gone wild, your jungle soldiers in search of adventure, your older men dominating young hunks, your sex-rocked yachts, your gay bordellos and male prostitutes on the prowl, your no-swim suit pools, your exotic sex nests, and your hot night life and full-throttled spirals into seduction and realization of dreams and hot-blooded passion. So, pull on your Speedos (or not) and head for the tropical beaches of the Caribbean, the Atlantic, the Mediterranean, the Indian Ocean, and the Pacific to see how many ways and in how many different hot and humid locales you can be aroused and satisfied.

A BAD INFLUENCE

By Emelia Bell

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Length: Novella (24962)

Category: Menage, BDSM

Heat Level: eXcess 3

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Alistair is shy and retiring and his first day at university is already proving harder than he’d imagined. When Katie introduces herself and helps him to enjoy the University experience he develops a serious crush, but resigns himself to the fact that he would never stand a chance with a girl like her. He might have been proved right, too, if not for a fateful game of strip poker which turns everything on its head.

Now Alistair is being pursued by Katie, but will he realise in time to do anything about it? Katie, meanwhile, is loving the thrill of the chase and the idea of corrupting an innocent virgin, but the chase doesn’t turn out quite the way she imagined. Alistair seems to be having a civilizing influence on Katie, but Katie herself is nothing but a very bad influence…

HUNTED

By Zeke Connor

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Length: Novella (20433)

Category: Romance, BDSM

Heat Level: eXcess 4

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Suzanne never believed that she was the type of woman who would allow herself to be dominated by a man, even if he was as strong-willed and intense as she was herself. So as she dangled naked in a dimly-lit room and stared into the eyes of the man who was tasked with breaking her will at any cost, she was quietly confident that he could not win.

But as Sasha slowly stripped away her defenses and drew her into his world of passion, pain and intense pleasure, Suzanne found that she needed to choose between the job she was duty-bound to complete, and the dark side of her nature that Sasha had so easily awakened.

So what inspires a story? That’s a hard question to answer because it changes each time I write a story. Sometimes sheer horniness is the inspiration, but that’s rare. It happens when I’m keyed up and sex is being denied, so the frustration grows greater and greater until all I can think about is sex. When I reach this stage I find myself fantasising continuously and inventively and it is in this state that I create some of my long-running sex-fantasies, which eventually get too hot to stay in my head and have to be written down. “Tease” – the story I’m currently editing – was conceived like this, as was the next story to be worked on, “For Love Or Money.”

However this is by no means the most reliable method of inspiration, especially not now I’m married to a handsome, sexy man who satisfies me pretty much whenever I demand it – my frustration just doesn’t reach boiling point any more. Something which I find sparks off ideas more than anything is the simple need to write a story. On Literotica, for example, they run a story contest called Survivor which encourages authors to create as many stories in a year as possible and gives extra points if they are in different categories.

When I was a contestant in Survivor I attempted to fill every single genre of erotic story, it was this that led me to explore categories that I had not personally found erotic or exciting – or even palatable – and try to create a story around them that would excite me as a reader if I happened across it. It was this attempt that led to the creation of “A Bad Influence”, my ‘first time’ story that is due to be released on Excessica next Monday. Having created this first time tale, I grew attached to the characters and felt that a first time could only lead to a second and third and so on – and what would happen then? I was compelled to follow them for a little longer and watch as the character who had been so sweet and innocent grew to be even filthier than the original bad influence!

Pictures can also inspire stories, and not necessarily by just looking at them. I was thinking, the other day, about a photograph that I would like to create and whether it would be good as a book cover for any of the things I’d written. Having realised that it wasn;t I was disappointed, as it seemed ideal as the cover to an erotic story. Only one thing to do, I decided, and that was write a story to go with the photo. Now if only I could find a title so I could tell you what the story is called…

~E~

ps- sorry this post is a day late - Wordpress refused to acknowledge me yesterday!

Is it Autumn already? I had so many things I wanted to do this Summer.  Oh well. The leaves are already turning in the northern climes and the temperatures are moderating. It will work it’s way down here too…eventually. Then there is Halloween, my second favorite holiday after Christmas. As if I needed an excuse to eat candy. Candy corn is my favorite Halloween candy…now they have several varieties available only during the holiday…so many choices.

The entire psychosexual aspects of Halloween are fascinating too. Attending parties in costume, flirting with other guests in anonymity…if you’re lucky a getting a quick one in a closet, a vacant bedroom or the back seat of a car…the chance of getting caught by the host or your spouse or SO upping the excitement.

Then there’s the whole witch, ghost, goblin, zombie thing…taking or being taken by an otherworldly evil creature feeds into helplessness, rape fantasies, reluctance and being forced. In an odd way absolving yourself of any guilt for having transgressed…what could you do…you were helpless before the fiend.

Horror movies have always been popular…from occasional mayhem in the 1930’s to the ’splatter’ movies of today, people like to be scared…they get a rush from it…like sex. When you combine the two…no red-blooded adolescent or 20 something will be able to resist.  Hence the success of the “Rocky Horror Picture Show”…a commercial flop in it’s first release…now a cult favorite. It has everything; horror, bisexuality, transvestisim and some catchy songs…”You jump to the right…”  Again, a mix of horror and sex.

It’s no wonder Halloween is the second most favorite holiday…increasingly among adults as well as children. With adults, quite often it’s a treat without the trick, and no one’s the wiser.

Well, I’m off to look for a costume while there’s still a selection. I could go as Dracula’s nemesis Von Helsing, pursue the lady vampires, capture them and drive my stake through their…hearts.

Happy Halloween everyone. Ciao!

Writers just write, right? Wrong. Once a writer is published, there is a huge beast called PROMOTION. It eats time and money with a voracious appetite. No matter how much one feeds it, it’s always hungry for more. There are as many ways to promote books as there are to write them, and no one method works for every author. There are book fairs, banners, conventions, postcards, Yahoo!Groups, blogs, contests, signings, giveaways, MySpace and other social networking sites, radio, email signatures, magazine ads, branded merchandise… The list goes on. Some authors get so caught up in it that they don’t have time to write. Some spend every cent of their royalties on it (and then some).

In my role as a royalties-based cover artist for one publisher, I am privy to sales reports. I’ve seen authors do next to no promotion and sell like hotcakes, and I’ve seen others throw themselves into its maw with next to no results. It’s just not fair, especially when the authors working hard to get some recognition for their books could be spending that time… writing more books! There have been surveys and speculation about the magic formula, but to date, no one’s nailed the winning recipe.

Add to the dilemma the fact that it’s difficult to gauge the success of one effort with so many different types being employed simultaneously. If a spike in sales occurs, the reason(s) could be impossible to determine — and to duplicate.

This past weekend, I had a table at the Baltimore Book Festival. After doing a similar event in Philly earlier this year with great success, I figured the book festivals might just be my best bet. Wrong. It was a total bust. It rained. Hard. I didn’t even make enough to cover my gasoline expense. Yeah, I can (and will) write that off on my taxes, but I’ll never get that time back.

I console myself with the knowledge that some efforts just take a while to germinate, and the contacts I made yesterday might eventually bear fruit. Schmoozing is one such seed. It’s generally free to schmooze. I can do it anywhere and everywhere, and I can do it while tackling mundane errands like grocery shopping and banking. I’ve decided that I need to schmooze more and spend less.

–
peace & passion,

~ Alessia
www.alessiabrio.com

eXcessica new releases

ECOEROTICA

By Selena Kitt

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Length: Novel (38101)

Category: Anthology

Heat Level: eXcess 2

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Mother Earth is one hot, sexy Mama, and in this tribute to nature and the environment, Selena Kitt pays homage to her beauty, her grandeur — and her conservation. Who else could tackle topics like global warming, strip mining, animal endangerment and environmental toxicity, all while making it hot, hot, hot?

This anthology includes six sexy and environmentally provocative stories that will rock your world—and arouse and raise more than your environmental awareness. Stories included: The Break, Cry Wolf, Genesis, Law of Conservation, Lightning Doesn’t Strike Twice, Paved Paradise

JUST RIGHT

By Vivian Vincent

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Length: Novella (16018)

Category: Menage, Romance

Heat Level: eXcess 2

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In this retelling of the popular fairytale Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Locke Golding is fresh out of high school when she meets sexy museum security guard, Seth Beare.

He takes her out for coffee then they head back to his fishing cabin where things really begin to heat up between the two of them.

The morning after their passionate lovemaking, Seth turns cold. Locke feels rejected and confides in Seth’s brothers, twins Andrew and Michael. Little does Locke know that the brothers–all three–share their women…

BARBARIAN TALE TWO: JOURNEYS BEGIN

By Sabb

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Length: Short Story (13510)

Category: Gay Male

Heat Level: eXcess 3

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Konan, the Great Barbarian, was once a young and naïve virgin in the ways of men, though he was always cunning and brave. How he came to grow to be a giant of a man and a great lover of men is a story lost in the ancient past that only he can tell.

Here he tells us of the youthful foolishness and bravery that led him to the place that was the perfect one for him to discover his true nature in. And it was the cure for the injuries he suffered in arriving there that was the cause of his later massive size and strength.

The Great Barbarian, Konan, became who he was because of his own great courage and compassion, not by his simple barbarian birth. And here he tells you that story.

My friend Monty is old and set in his ways, but that’s no excuse.

For many years now, my friend Monty has been my comrade and confidant, but ever since I started seeing Sweet, a wonderful transsexual woman, Monty’s usefulness in those roles has been on the decline. The more I’ve spoken to him about my life with Sweet, the more blatantly homophobic and transphobic Monty has become.

Now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Hell, I invite people to share their dissenting opinions on LGTBQ topics because once those opinions are out in the open, we can discuss them. We can clear the air. We can talk about how hatred of what’s different, of what’s unknown, is always rooted in fear. We can shine light on ignorance. We can make the subject matter not about “those people,” but about this person. It’s about me—I’m queer; it’s about my lovely partner—she’s trans; it’s about our relationship.

I hung up the phone on Monty two days ago.

It made me feel like a moody teenager, but I couldn’t take his ignorance anymore.

Let me tell you about the kind of conversations we’ve been having lately…

Monty (scoffing):
How’s Sweet?

Me:
Oh, she’s great. I had lunch with her today.

Monty:
You had lunch with HIM…

Me:
No…I had lunch with HER. When she’s out in the world, dressed as a woman and identifying as female, it’s her.

Monty:
No, it’s HIM. This guy’s got a dick, doesn’t he?

Me (trying to keep my irritation in check):
How can you base gender on something as arbitrary as genitalia? And you’ve never even met Sweet; what makes you think you’re in a position to select a gender identity for her? That’s a very personal thing, and it has nothing to do with YOU and your opinions.

So it’s been stuff like that in every conversation: Monty challenging my views on gender and transgender issues, and me sharing a lot about my life and relationship in hopes he’ll start to understand. But, you know what? It isn’t working. My tension level has been on the rise. During each new conversation I’m finding myself thinking, “I can’t listen to much more of this.”

Two days ago, Monty made another inflammatory remark about Sweet. He said she doesn’t exist, that “she’s” just the product of a warped mind.

He was putting down a person I care for, a person I love, my partner, and I just wasn’t having it anymore. I’d given Monty so many opportunities to shed the ignorance and gain an understanding of trans life. Enough is enough.

I finally had to say to him, “You know, when you say cruel things about Sweet, you’re hurting ME. You’re supposed to be my friend, and here you’re deliberately and consistently upsetting me by insulting my partner and my lifestyle! If you’re going to keep on offending me like this, I’m going to have to hang up.”

You know what he said? “Well, I guess you’d better hang up, then.”

So I did.

I realize how High School all this sounds, dumping the best friend because he isn’t keen on my girl. It parallels that whole mom-doesn’t-like-my-boyfriend-so-I’ll-slam-my-bedroom-door-and-crank-up-the-radio stereotype of the teenage girl. But I made it very clear: saying mean things about someone I care for is hurtful to ME. And my mom would agree that anyone who hurts you on purpose is not a real friend.

Bright Blessings,

Giselle Renarde

You know I’ve had a lot of physically challenging jobs in my life.  I”ve held many different jobs.   I’ve been a CNA, a housekeeper, a telemarketer, an insurance agent and most recently a fork lift operator.  And not one of these positions is what I call my hardest job.    My hardest job is being the mother of three active children.   This job comes with no user manual, no training, and no set rules of engagement.  The hardest part of my job is the disciplining of them.  What works with my son, doesn’t work with my daughters and vice a versa.   Some of it has to do with age.  My son is a ‘tween’.   His term, not mine.  He’s 12 and according to him, he’s not a child anymore but he’s not yet a teenager either.   With him I can take away his privileges like his XBOX and Gameboy, and it usually works.   With my daughters, taking away such privileges doesn’t work.   They are seven and five.   Time outs work fairly well with my five year old but my seven year not so well.   Sometimes a swat on the bottom is required.

Now, before someone jumps to conclusions here, I am not talking about beating my kids.   And there is a huge difference between beating a child and spanking them.  I’d never smack my kids with anything other than my bare hand.  And it’s always been on the bottom.   My dad use to have a saying that God gave us a kids a bottom and him hand and if we got out of hand they would meet.

I know it sounds old school and from a different time.  And it probably is, but just because it is, does it make it any better than the new ways of disciplining our kids?  What do you think?

On the sea they’re euphemistically called intimate or clothing optional cruises and one even boldly named theirs, Swinger’s Cruise. On land they’re called, adult or erotic resorts. A few are for swingers but most of the organized adult resorts cater to men.

A small few cater to homosexuals, both male and female. One claims to be available for bi-sexuals obviously a play for those seeking a threesome. As much as they deny they are bordellos , what else would you call a place where depending on what package you buy, you are assigned one or more lady escorts, at least one of which is an all nighter. Some refer to this as the girlfriend experience. I call it a sex club. A getaway for wealthy hedonists.

Hey whatever turns them on. It’s a free world, though one his to wonder if the lady escorts ply their trade of their own free will.

So where are these places? All over. Just to give you an idea, I found advertisements from the Caribbean to Thailand, from Amsterdam to Rio de Janeiro–even Las Vegas. But I think we’ve all known that sex junkets and sex resorts for men were available for a long time. But what about women?

Well as you might expect, women, except lesbians, are once more discriminated against. It seems or at least I found no organized sex resorts where a woman can pay $1200 a night and be pampered by some well built well hung slab of meat to take care of their needs.

So women are left out?

Not necessarily. Woman who like to play are termed sexual tourists and they are pretty much on their own. Sources indicate that about 600,000 women come to the countries of the Caribbean Basin many in search of men’s attention and love. And some of the swarthy men from these countries count on women tourists, looking for the ‘Big Bamboo’ for at least a part of their income. In Jamaica, these women are termed, almost surely in fun, as ‘milk bottles’ who must be immediately filled up.

In Barbados, female sex tourists are said to be having “the Canadian secretary syndrome.” These third world gigolos prowl the airports, hotel lobbies, pools and beaches in hunting for ‘longtails’ and the and the going rate of $30 per hour or $150 a night for their canny services.

The following was in an article.

“Several years ago, two female sociologists from the USA questioned 240 women spending their vacations in Negril and at two similar resorts in the Dominican Republic. They found out that about one third of them had sexual contacts with local young men during their vacations. At that, sixty percent of them agreed that probably the young men made love to them just to get money. All the respondents said they did not pay for the sexual services that men provided during their vacations at resorts. But many of the women explained that they paid money for sex as they treated it as economic aid to the resort staff or even the local economy.

Some of the questioned women said they had started sex tourism by chance but loved to enjoy it regularly. Others say they love sex tourism not merely because of sex but rather because of the care and attention that local men give them. These women are even ready to pay for this type of temporary love.”

As a side note I should mention that not all the men are in it for money. A Swedish woman observed that a few swarthy foreigners were in a continuing education class she was taking. Upon closer examination, these men, all good looking and reasonable smart were brought to Sweden by their new fiancés, whom they met in their home country while their fiancée was on vacation.

So ladies is this something you would entertain?

Masks remain probably the most highly emotionally charged piece of fetish wear in sex. They’re even more emotionally loaded than the infamous collar in BDSM, because a collar at its most extreme merely means that you’re owned. It implies a change in status, from equal to slave. But the change in status implied by a mask or hood is even more extreme. It means you’re no longer even a person: you’re a faceless, anonymous, sexual object, there to be used only for the pleasure your body can afford and for nothing else. People find the idea of hiding their identity—or of having their identity hidden for them—to be either very erotic and liberating or terribly demeaning and dehumanizing. There seems to be very little emotional neutrality about it.

We’re not talking about blindfolds here, or the little harlequin masks that hide only the area around the eyes. Those can be fun, but here I mean the serious carnival masks of Venice that cover one’s entire face, or those wicked leather or latex hoods of BDSM that conceal the head. These provide total anonymity, which is the critical variable for this discussion. You put these on, and a stranger could not identify you later. You’re free of your identity, and that’s the whole point. You can do whatever you want and no one will know it’s you.

This is part of the appeal of the mask, of course. You’re relieved of the whole burden and responsibility of your identity. You can be as wild and animalistic as you want and no one will ever know. You’re free. If you want to be a prude, you can be a prude. If you want to be a whore, you can be a whore. When you put on the mask, you put on an entirely new personality. That’s a powerful idea, and no one’s as absolutely naked as a naked person wearing a mask that conceals their face. It’s a terribly erotic sight.

There’s another side to the mask too that I myself find perversely appealing. With a mask or hood on, no one can see your expressions, nor can you see the expressions of anyone who’s wearing a mask. You’re thus freed of the responsibility of responding to your lover, and also, you can’t really tell by looking if you’re pleasing a masked lover, and so sex becomes a strangely isolated affair, the two of you seeking your own selfish pleasure in each other’s bodies.

This may seem like an unfortunate state of affairs, but actually, a certain amount of selfishness is much to be desired in lovemaking. Selfishness is always a component of the most passionate sex, one partner feverishly taking from the other, or both taking from both. These days we seem to suffer from an excess of politeness and consideration in the bedroom, each lover being so careful not to neglect the other’s needs that sex can get boring and unspontaneous. Brought to this state of selfishness by masking, there’s little danger of this kind of polite and boring love-making. The perverse anonymity of the mask brings out the beast in people.

The common complaint against masks is that they’re depersonalizing, yet this is often voiced by the same people who complain about being embarrassed by so much in sex, so it seems a contradiction to me. If you’re embarrassed by sex, a mask would seem like the perfect solution. But I can certainly understand how some people would be put off my the awkwardness of having to wear a mask during sex. For all its sexiness and erotic potential, masking is a highly contrived situation that’s probably most easily managed in a BDSM, setting where the partner has no choice in the matter.

The masks is a powerful symbol, speaking as it does to our ideas of self and identity, and it’s no wonder their use in sex provokes such strong reactions, pro and con. But in exploring the boundaries of human sexuality you run up against this idea of identity sooner or later, and sooner or later you might find yourself exploring with masks. Believe me, the first time you see your lover with their face covered—it’s a chilling, thrilling experience.

eXcessica new releases

ALLISON’S TRAINING

By Jennifer Campbell

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Length: Novel (41190)

Category: BDSM

Heat Level: eXcess 4

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Allison and Nick have been together for a while, but the relationship is strained, as the self-absorbed Allison feels her man is changing. He invites her to spend a weekend at his family’s horse farm in the wilds of Maine, and as a former equestrian in college, Allison is excited to get back in the saddle again. On the drive up they play an erotic game of dominance that makes Allison wonder about her man and herself, but in the end she orgasms after playing the game.

When they arrive at the farm, things are not as Allison thought they would be, as she is seized and disrobed by the strong farmhands and Nick doesn’t lift a finger to stop them. What lies in store for flaxen-haired Allison at Laughlin Farm, and can she find the inner strength to survive it.

THE MATING OF REBEKAH

By Dakota Trace

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Length: Short Story (12759)

Category: Menage, Romance, Paranormal

Heat Level: eXcess 3

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Rebekah comes from a long line of women who have pledged to serve Diana, the Goddess of Hunt. Diana’s latest summoning has Rebekah racing to stop a mass demon possession on All Hallows Eve. Rebekah is warned however, if she doesn’t find her mates, failure is imminent. Diana also conveniently forgets to mention that Pluto, the God of the Underworld, is behind the mass possession, in an effort to reclaim the huntress Diana has stolen from him. The same huntress Diana merged with Rebekah as a newborn. When Rebekah finds out the only way to not have her huntress taken from her is to allow herself to be mated, she is livid. Not knowing where to find the Sons of Apollo, who are to be her mates, she enlists the help from her best friends, Jase and Dustin, never dreaming they are the mates she is looking for. When Rebekah finds out, she refuses to allow the brothers to mate her. Will time run out or will the brothers claim her before Pluto comes for her huntress?

MY NEIGHBOR’S HOT TUB

By habu

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Length: Short Story (11045)

Category: Gay Male

Heat Level: eXcess 3

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A warm spell after a particularly cold winter and early spring can be unhinging, leading one to be open to adventure, getting comfortable, and letting loose. Young Glen is straight but is the curious sort and always is happy to experiment in search of pleasure and new adventures—and his wife has gone to her mother’s for a week. These events intersect to find Glen accepting an invitation to try out the hot tub of his older, but hunky divorced neighbor, Marty, who is prone to bringing young men home from the gym. The result is inevitable and explosive.