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Why Do We Need a “Best Male Erotica” Anthology

Yesterday, Burning Book Press sent out a call for submissions for a ‘Best Male Erotica Anthology 2013‘ to be edited by Raziel Moore and Will Crimson. Historically, pornographic (sexually explicit) writing has been almost the exclusive preserve of men,...

Best Men’s Erotica 2014 – Call for Submissions

Best Men’s Erotica 2014 | Call for submissions Editors: Raziel Moore and William Crimson Publisher: Burning Book Press Deadline: August 1st, 2013 Intended Publication Dec 1 2013, ebook Format. Payment & Rights: $25 payable via Paypal, non-exclusive digital rights....

Written On Skin – Call for Submissions

Written On Skin: An Anthology of Etched Desire | Call for Submissions Editors: Remittance Girl, Aisling Weaver, and Raziel Moore Publisher: Burning Book Press Deadline: June 21, 2013 Extended to July 7, 2013 Payment & Rights: $25 payable via...

The Limits of Language

In his book “Erotism: Death and Sensuality,” George Bataille admitted to an uneasy relationship with poetry. In fact, he bemoaned the poverty of language to express the experience of extreme eroticism. He begins the book with a long defense...

15 Rules for Writing Good Sex Scenes

Because, strangely enough, there are 2 #13s. Clearly I'm not superstitious!

Free Reads

Don’t Cha Wish…

I’ve been told by the almost disrobed couple on the bed, that I’m here on sufferance.  I’m the quintessential loser in the car commercial,...

Asteria

  It wasn’t until his seventh space walk that Anders saw them. He thought he was going insane. Repairing a finicky solar panel junction...

Parade

August is not a good time for fishing. My father always said the water gets too warm and the fish, who are just like...

sehnsucht

Paul’s tan has faded almost entirely. She mentions this to him, on the last Sunday in November, when they are drinking French press in...

Where Wild Young Things Were Made

Sheets make good bindings. Leila twisted her hand, let the cool cotton tangle. The early morning sun left an afterimage smeared across her vision,...