Coming Together is pleased to announce the contents of its upcoming release, Coming Together: As One, a collection of erotic fiction and poetry to benefit ONE:

* Introduction (Samantha Kane)
* Doing Shelly’s Dishes (Will Belegon)
* Double the Pleasure (Victoria Blisse)
* The Hunt (Annabeth Leong)
* The Rapture (C. Sanchez-Garcia)
* Ménage à Denim (Jeremy Edwards)
* May the Best Man Win (Skylar Kade)
* My Heroes (Annemarie Hartnett)
* Sleeper Car (Maximilian Lagos)
* The Things That Go on at Siesta Time (Saskia Walker)
* Poets (Daniel Burnell)
* Cunning Little Vixens (Giselle Renarde)
* Farmer’s Market Surprise (Jolene Hui)
* Neapolitan (Allison Wonderland)
* Tailor Made (DC Juris)
* Cold Turkey (Heidi Champa)
* Detente (Lisabet Sarai)
* Euphoria (Angeleque Ford)
* Threesome (Angeleque Ford)
* When Three Become One (Angeleque Ford)
* One (Ramona Thompson)
* The Actress (Lily Harlem) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION
* The Equinox Inside Her (L.A. Mistral) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION
* Guys, Like Gelato (L.A. Mistral) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION
* Light to Share (L.A. Mistral) – AWAITING CONFIRMATION

Coming Together: As One will be released concurrently in ebook and print in April 2010 from Phaze Books.

http://eroticanthology.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-merrier.html

The lovely and talented Alessia Brio was looking for sex toy reviews the other day, so naturally, I jumped all over the chance.

You can check out her toy blog and my reviews at Toys For Tarts.

Kisses and spanks,

Max

This weekend, hundreds if not thousands of closet perverts will leave the ‘burbs in their minivans and go to quite possibly the most hardcore sex event of their lives….The Everything To Do With Sex Show.

Now, I really shouldn’t be giving the vanillas too hard of a time. At least they came to a building filled with dildoes, floggers and scantily clad Got Ass? girls. Yes, they came: married couples, dating couples, bff’s buying their very first vibrators to drive the memories of the last jerk they dated from their neglected loins. There was much giggling, amazement and embarrassment in the vendors booths. And much money exchanging hands. A great result for everyone involved.

For many people, shows like this are their first experience into the myrad of options, kinks and fetishes sexually-hyperaware people like myself take for granted and consider almost, shall I even say it….vanilla. Floggers and restraints were very common and very popular in most booths. Once they had worked up the courage to even touch one, folks would, almost reverently, remove one from the hook and take a few tentative swings, usually making contact with their own hands or their companion’s bum. Then, as slow as they took it down, they practially threw it back onto the wall in fear that the others at the PTA meeting would know what they had done and where they spent their Saturday afternoon.

But, I couldn’t help feeling jaded as I wandered the aisles. Who were all these people who were tiptoeing around in MY world, one of the few situations I feel I can truly be myself and feel totally at home? Dammit, shouldn’t they be at home, mowing the lawn or something, not blocking my access to the table with the stainless steel butt plugs?

In a time where popular music extols the virtues of threesomes in Britney’s “3″ and fetish in Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance”, why am I surprised that more and more people are venturing out of their sexual comfort zones and hefting a flogger, even in a playful way? Well, I guess it is because I have felt like a freak for so long, to see Mr and Mrs Hockey Night In Canada on my turf is kinda disorienting. Maybe, just maybe, I am not as weird and alone as I have always felt. Maybe there are actual people, in significant quantities, in REAL LIFE even, who have similar interests and I am just too shy to notice.

Or maybe society in general is becoming more desensitized and accepting towards non-missionary position sex. Gentle floggers, some nice soft cuffs and a blindfold are great tools to explore the big, scary world of kinky sex. But then again, is pain/sensation play even kinky anymore? If everyone does it, does it still count?

The play dungeon was pretty much empty the entire time I was there and was totally curtained off, presumably to not offend the masses buying rubber weiners. And the most edgy booth on the floor sold enema-play products. There was no blood, no bondage/suspension, no humiliation…i didn’t see a single person on a leash. Come to think of it, aside from ShastaGibson, who I was with, I didn’t see another person even wearing a collar.

So maybe all is not lost for pervs like me. Maybe we let the ‘burbs have their Saturday sex nights, complete with floggers and blindfolds. But the minute they start buying violet wands and branding irons, I am turning in my freak card.

A beautiful, naked woman didn’t fuck me last night and it was one of the best fetish nights I have ever had.

I had the opportunity to play with a sexy Twitterfriend at a party I sometimes go to, Fetish 4Play. We had been talking online for, best guess, over a year but had never met in meat space. We kept threatening to get together for coffee, drinks, dinner, whatever but we live over 100km apart and, well, it just never happened.

However, the planets aligned just right last night and she made the trek to the big city to meet little old me. And I just made is sound WAY easier than it actually was.

“S” is polyamorous, like myself, and kinky, also like myself. However, unlike myself, she has recently gone and got herself collared by her Master, “A” (Congrats again!). So before she could even commit to making the drive, she had to get his permission first. Then after agreeing to let her come, they had to negotiate what would and would not be permitted when she and I played. To THAT list, we then both added our personal boundaries and limits, creating a pretty clear picture of what to expect during the scene and more importantly, what WASN’T going to happen.

The biggest limits we agreed to were: no kissing, no fondling, no licking and NO SEX. And those limits totally changed the whole feeling of the date, the scene and my brain.

Up to this point, my playparters have been either romantic partners, lovers or both. This was the first time I was playing with a FRIEND. And a friend who would remain “just” a friend after I finished abusing her naked body and her, as she put it, “girlie bits”.

And knowing that, it made the evening stress free, incredibly fun, a major tease and an experience I think everyone should have.

We talked, laughed, made fun of each other. She listened to me read my smut to a very small but appreciative audience. Then she got naked and we played for over an hour. And during that hour, we continued to talk, laugh and make fun of each other. She is a bit of a feisty, bratty bottom so I got to punish her a little extra for that, as she tried to bite and kick me. And when she had finally given up, I cut her down and we laid on a mattress, S still naked except for her boots. There was no snuggling, stroking, caressing or any of the other normal aftercare things I do, usually as a prelude to actual fucking. Instead we talked about growing up, our lives, our kids…vanilla stuff. No flirting, no dirty talk, no passion-tense silences. Just more talking, laughing and making fun of each other until we noticed the time.

The night ended walking to her car, a good night hug and a very platonic kiss on the cheek, from her to me. She drove away to meet her Master and, I hope, get fucked until she became a drooling, quivering mess.

On my way home, I thought about the night’s events and tried to analyze my feelings. I had a tinge of envy thinking of her going to meet her Man and tell him everything that had been done to her…I was horny, but that feeling is nothing new…but mostly, I was…happy? Content? Mellow? Maybe all of them together?

So why did knowing in advance that nothing sexual was going to happen make my normally fucked up brain/libido shift into neutral and allow me to really enjoy myself?

I am not a party guy.

I am literally that guy that can’t even get laid at a sex party. Normal parties (read: non-sex) are even worse because at least there is something to watch at orgies.

Now, I was invited to a really great party last night being hosted by the VERY lovely BadInfluenceGirl and I sat in the corner, twittering about how i’m not talking to anyone and generally just being the creepy guy that is, well, creepy.

Believe it or not, I am PAINFULLY shy. Especially with “normal” people. Put me in a room full of freaks and I am a bit better but not much. I stutter, make inappropriate comments trying to be funny and have a BAD habit of showing people my cock. And that’s just at family parties…

Now, I knew at the time of invite that it was not “one of those kinda parties”, however, deep in my teenaged boy libido, I guess I was hoping it would become one of those type of parties…you know, the right combination of people, vibe, booze and time and then magic happens. Hey, don’t judge! It happens all the time in movies, especially porno.

And the people at this party were beautiful…girls of remarkable beauty and boys built like stone walls…not a wonder I was perving, quietly, on everyone in the room.

But, aye, there’s the rub.

SHOULD I have been perving, even quietly? Like I said, it wasn’t THAT kind of party and almost all the people there were not THOSE people. Am I so conditioned in sexual environments that I am incapable of turning it off, even for a couple hours? Or am I even more hopeless than I thought and I truly am beyond help and a menace to society?

But, DAMN, BadInfluenceGirl looked so yummy in that clingy dress…

My second piece of smut has been accepted and published!!

Thanks very much to Sèphera Girón for liking Straight and selecting it for this great e-book.

BUY BUY BUY!!!

Kisses and spanks,
Max

The 2010 NYC Sex Blogger Calendar is unique in bringing together several of NYC’s writers, filmmakers and sex educators with twelve outstanding photographers and incorporating the participation of the larger sex-positive commUNITY to our efforts to support Sex Work Awareness. Last year’s calendar made the Speak Up! media training for sex workers possible and with our commUNITY’s continued support, who knows what we can accomplish this year!

I need to take a more active role in my smut writing career. I haven’t been spending nearly enough time putting the words “cock”, “cunt” and “cum” on paper, electronic or otherwise.

So to remedy that, I am submitting pieces for three different anthologies and starting to write additional chapters to go with “Hurt” to form a stand-alone novel called “The Blackness”.

And I am training for a Triathlon…

Wish me luck.

Kisses and spanks,
Max

YAY!!!!

I submitted a piece to Rachel Kramer Bussel a few months ago for an ebook she was editing and much to my surprise, it was accepted!!

The story is called “The Anticipation of Joy” and I am really excited about it.

Swing by www.ravenousromance.com for this great book and lots of others by some very talented and sexy writers. The books are available in downloadable ebook or audiobook formats, if you prefer aural sex…ok, really bad pun.

Hopefully, this will be the start of many more pieces of my smut to make it into actual books!

Kisses and spanks!

“Take your clothes off.”

“Yes Sir.”

SlipperySlut slowly and reluctantly started peeling off her clothes, still shy even in front of me. Finally she stood naked except for bright striped panties. Her arms were folded on her chest, completely blocking her beautiful breasts,

“Completely naked, slut.”

“I can’t Sir. I have my period.” Her eyes were downcast and she looked like she would break down into tears any second.

“It’s ok, cunt. You had no control over it.”

“I know but we have been planning this for so long…I only get it a couple times a year…WHY did it have to be this weekend?” Sadness replaced with anger. Good, anger I can work with.

“If I can’t fuck you or eat you then you will be pleasuring me a lot this weekend…Down.”

Wordlessly, SlipperySlut sunk to her knees, turning to face me as I stand beside the bed. With a deliberate slowness, I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to the floor, revealing my naked, hard cock underneath. A smile flashes across her lips as she reaches out to cup my balls with one hand and circle my shaft with the other. She loves it when I am bare under pants or shorts.

Closing my eyes, I wait for the hot wetness of her mouth encircling the head of my cock. She pushes my foreskin back to expose its purpleness and takes it greedily into her mouth. A contented sigh escapes my lips.

SlipperySlut’s tongue is magic and my knees are giving away my pleasure but I need her to stop. I am getting close and don’t want to come yet. As hard as it was, I pulled my cock from her mouth. “Since you took your punishment so well, I will give you a choice…” I knew what her answer would be before I even asked the question. “Would you like to continue sucking my cock or…would you rather eat my ass?”

“Sir,” she panted, “please let me eat your ass.”

Quickly shedding the rest of my clothes, I assumed the position on the bed: elbows and knees, ass high and waiting. SlipperySlut moved with a lust-fueled determination and roughly pulled my cheeks apart. Her tongue stabbed deep into my hole, forcing a growl and groan from my throat. My hips pushed back against her face, forcing her tongue deeper into me.

“Do you like that Sir?” she asked, coming up for a breath of air.

“Put your tongue back in my ass and don’t talk with your mouth full.”