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DENNIS by M.S.

I lay in bed staring up at the white mesh canopy of the mosquito net, thinking about the night before and … Dennis.

Dennis with brown eyes that melted like chocolate in the firelight.

Dennis with the deep Afrikaans accent that rolled off his tongue into the crisp winter night.

Dennis with the inquisitive nature about the USA .

Dennis with a sure-footedness that spun me around the fire pit in a sokie sokie, an Afrikaans waltz of sorts.

Dennis with the quick smile, chatting with my friends about his country of Namibia.

Dennis with the shy, hesitant steps dancing to American hip-hop.

Dennis with the musky smell that remains in my hair and on my neck.

Dennis with the plump lips that softly found their way from my lips to my ear.

With the gentle tongue that slid in and out of my mouth. Continue Reading »

EROTICA: WRITING SEXY STUFF
with Linda Watanabe McFerrin
Saturday, May 31st, 2014, 10:00 AM – 4:00 PM
Location: Book Passage, 51 Tamal Vista Boulevard, Corte Madera, CA 94925
$105

Register here

If you have trouble steaming up the page, this is the workshop for you.

Spend a day with poet, travel writer and novelist Linda Watanabe McFerrin loosening up and learning the techniques for adding spicy, sensual, and sometimes hilarious sizzle to your work. The class is full of quick free-writes and entertaining exercises that will have you moving from comfort zones to erogenous zones in no time.

Linda’s workshops have ushered may a writer into the award circle and bestseller spotlight. She’s the founder of Left Coast Writers® and co-editor of the Hot Flashes: Sexy Little Stories and Poems series.

The workshop fee includes, champagne, chocolate, and copious creativity.

Linda is the perfect teacher for this class and topic. She treated us with enormous dignity while maintaining her brilliant sense of irreverence.
– A.B.

Great to get the juices flowing.  Safe, fun, sassy.  I would like to take this class again.
—L.K. Continue Reading »

THE PERFECT GUY (excerpt) by Debbie Goelz

Jule Vandamme knows she’s in big trouble before her boss utters a word. The walls in Vesta Harper’s office vibrate in the grey-green of a storm-tossed sea. At Pinnacles Center for Sexual Rehabilitation, it is difficult for employees to hide their emotions as the building echoes them quite publicly ….

Jule nervously fumbles with the doorknob to the suite. Ridiculous, she chides herself. I am a trained therapist. Whatever’s in there is part of me and must logically be, well, logical. Just get this over with. Give them a show and get out as quickly as possible. She straightens her posture and throws the door open hoping there isn’t a half-starved lion waiting for her on the other side.

Jule wishes it were only a lion. This is infinitely worse—a fairy tale-worthy glass castle. Her heart speeds as she searches for the monitoring cameras. A quixotic tableau is all she needs. Everyone will think she is some kind of starry-eyed romantic like her mother—earth’s most famous romance author. How many times growing up had Jule been teased about her mother’s, um, work?

The air smells like roses and freshly cut grass, with a hint of garlic. The edifice, perched at the far end of a formal garden, beneath an enormous, swollen moon, is swathed in trails of rose vines. Dozens of classical marble statues of naked men guard a walkway to the castle entrance brimming with faceted rubies, emeralds and sapphires. Even though the statues’ eyes are blank, Jule shudders as if they are staring at her. Jule knows better than anyone about the truth of fairy tales. They are dark, filled with witches baking children and women slicing off parts of their feet to get a goddamned prince. She pivots. Time to cut her losses and let Just Becquee win. Naturally, the door she had come through disappears as soon as she makes this decision.

Seeing no alternative, she stomps down the walkway, trying to ignore the jeweled pebbles that accumulate in her horrid spa shoes. She arrives at the front door with extremely sore feet. Through the transparent walls, Jule sees a cavernous entry hall lit by a thousand white tapered candles flickering and illuminating hundreds of crystal vases bursting with long-stemmed red roses. She rings the doorbell while shaking out the pebbles. Of its own accord, the glass door opens to a high-pitched creak as if it is made of ancient wood with iron hinges. “Thanks,” she automatically mutters even though no one is there.

The entry smells like roses, candle wax, chocolate and garlic. Something purrs. Not the purr of an ordinary house cat, this purr is deep and dark and raises the hairs on the back of her neck. She follows the sound to an adjacent drawing room where she finds a lion lounging on a massive red leather sofa. The lion catches her in its gaze. It lets out an unfriendly roar and its wings, yes wings, unfurl and flap violently, upending a bottle of champagne in a silver ice bucket and a bowl of strawberries. Jule screams.

“What is it, bella?” rumbles an Italian-accented male voice. “Are you alright?” Rivulets of acid curl in Jule’s stomach. Why does the Italian accent scare her more than the roar of a winged lion? Jule loves most things Italian—the coffee, the linguine, the footwear. Okay, so the bloody religious art she could do without, but otherwise …

“Magellan, I told you to stay off the furniture,” admonishes a male figure wearing only a starched white apron over his muscled physique. The guy looked like the cover art for one of her mom’s books. “Outside. Now.” Several panes of glass disappear, and the lion stalks out, his erect tail twitching. The window re-forms. “Please sit, bella. Do not worry about him.” He lifts his chin toward the lion. “He is harmless. Your dinner is almost ready. I shall clean up this untidiness and replenish the Prosecco.”

Dinner? A cooking, cleaning Erotibot? Continue Reading »

Join us on the air tomorrow on Lilycat on Stuff.

On Sunday, January 19, Linda Watanabe McFerrin and Laurie McAndish King, editors of the Hot Flashes: sexy little stories and poems series will be on San Francisco’s alternative radio station FCCFREERADIO, along with other writers they love to talk about what they want in a sexy story, and why.

Jonathan Arnowitz will join in as they read from our work and chat about “undercover love” and its influence on culture and fashion.

What we really want to know, though, is what writers, readers and listeners have to say on the topic. So please tune in and call in to participate in the conversation on UndercoverLove: Lust, Literature and Lingerie by calling in during Lilycat’s show hours: 12 noon to 2:00 (Pacific Time), January 19th, Studio 1A:

pleeease call in: (415) 829-2980

We’ll also be giving away books on love and lust—which make excellent Valentine’s Day gifts—to a few lucky callers.

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Join us again for more fun with readings, discussion and a look—up close and personal—at gorgeous undercover fashion from Blackbird Underpinnings on Monday, February 10th from 6 to 7:30 p.m. at Book Passage at the San Francisco Ferry Plaza.

EROTICA: WRITING SEXY STUFF
with Linda Watanabe McFerrin
Sat, September 7th, 2013, 10:00 AM – 4:00 PM
Location: Book Passage, 51 Tamal Vista Boulevard, Corte Madera, CA 94925
$105
Register here: http://bookpassage.com/event/class-linda-watanabe-mcferrin-erotica-writing-sexy-stuff

If you have trouble steaming up the page, this is the workshop for you.

Spend a day with poet, travel writer and novelist Linda Watanabe McFerrin loosening up and learning the techniques for adding spicy, sensual, and sometimes funny sizzle to your work. The class is full of quick free-writes and entertaining exercises that will have you moving from comfort zones to erogenous zones in no time.

Linda’s workshops are a starting point for many successful writers. She’s the founder of Left Coast Writers® and co-editor of the Hot Flashes: Sexy Little Stories and Poems series.

The workshop fee includes, champagne, chocolate, and copious creativity. Continue Reading »

TOO LATE by Nancy A. Reuscher

Photo courtesy of Nancy Reuscher

You should have seen me
on the couch-shaped rocks
at Vouliagmeni,
or further down the Cape
beneath the cliffs at Sunion.

You should have smelled the sea
and seen the moonlight on the
limestone cliffs,
and the pearl white cresting of the waves,
and picked olive branches with me
when I was beautiful.

—Nancy A. Reuscher Continue Reading »

Left Coast Writers® Love Stories

Saturday,January 12, 2013 || 7pm
Book Passage-Corte Madera|| 51 Tamal Vista Dr. Corte Madera ||
www.bookpassage.com

Join Linda Watanabe McFerrin and the Left Coast Writers® for an evening of love stories to help set the mood for Valentine’s Day. You can count on the talented writers from LCW to provide an entertaining evening full of love, lust and other appropriate emotions.

There’ll be wine an chocolate, of course, AND all who attend are invited to bring a love or lust story of 1000 words or less. Their stories will be considered for publication on the hotflashessexystsories.com website and a $100 award. You must be present to enter. Continue Reading »

SHAMELESS- SVERGOGNATO by Michele Rivers

Darkness drops early in winter but familiar winding paths lead the Signora quickly to the Piazza San Marco. Hair the color of roasted chestnuts; swept back in an elegant chignon. Cheeks flushed with exertion and the bitter chill of Venice. Dark eyes dancing with adventure and anticipation, Signora Sofia crosses the threshold.

Colored paper streamers, remnants of carnevale, twist and twirl as the Signora moves into candlelight and the glow of red tablecloths. Her radiant smile and her stature in the purple Escarda coat cause heads to turn as she threads her way between tables. She is a fusion of mystery, excitement and glamour as she settles onto a glossy blue chair at her favorite corner table.

Sofia always enjoys the efficient playfulness of Carina and Lucia, the women who expertly navigate the busy trattoria. She marvels at how many supper plates they manage to balance up their arms while joking with patrons or arguing with the chef. This evening they’re serving platters of tortellini, creamy cannelloni and lobster-stuffed ravioli. Fragrant currents swirl throughout the trattoria—oregano, basil, fennel and, momentarily, a hint of the ocean fills the air. Grilled Adriatic fish nestled on a bed of steaming blue fettuccini are presented to Signor Morelli, the bearded man in a dark gray suit. His black waistcoat can almost be heard sighing in anticipation as it stretches over his softly rounded belly. Continue Reading »

We’re at it again! We’re looking for short (1200 words or less) erotic fiction, nonfiction and poetry for the next anthology in the Hot Flashes series, to be published in 2012.  Submission deadline: March 31, 2012.

We are not interested in gratuitous sex. We want the erotic framed in a way that is fascinating, entertaining, enlightening, surprising. We want fine writing.

Think: appetite, humor, action, romance, food, travel, nature, personality, nostalgia, culture and counter-culture, mind, body and so on, and add your erotic spin. Continue Reading »

Hot Flashes: more sexy little stories and poems is having a pre-Valentine’s Day Promotion at Book Passage!

We love couplings, and in the spirit of pairs we are offering this deal:

From January 2nd to February 14th, we are having a “buy one, get one free” Hot Flashes: more sexy little stories and poems pre-Valentine’s Day Promotion at Book Passage (415-927-0960). Just let them know that you want a free copy when you purchase! Continue Reading »

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