Ok, so we all know by now that I love to read a good porn book. It should be fairly obvious by now that I love sex toys too. So when I was asked to join the book tour for Come again – Sex toy Erotica, I was excited. I don’t think I’ve been so excited for a book to arrive (which drove me a little insane as due to weather and bank holiday weekends it was late).
This anthology is edited by the lovely Rachel Kramer Bussel. I love her work and have read a number of her books. I recently reviewed another anthology that she edited Best Bondage Erotica, which you should seriously check out – it was fab!
The second the postman finally decided he liked me enough to deliver my book, I dropped everything I was doing and decided that I would have a bed/book day. I literally dropped everything, I was mid conversation with a friend in which I declared “Got to go, my porn is here.” I bounced up the stairs, stopping on the way for a bottle of water and snacks (you can tell I had no plans to come back downstairs), and got myself cosy in my bed to marathon the 24 short stories inside.
I decided to read this book in order. Usually I scout out all the authors that I’ve previously loved and read their titles first. Not this time. I read it from cover to cover which, unless it’s a novel, was a first for me.
I loved this book, which honestly I didn’t doubt I would; but it always makes me happy when I expected to love something and it pans out. Quite a few of the stories wasn’t my thing, but that didn’t make them any less enjoyable. As a sex toy reviewer of body safe materials I questioned the safety of some of the items, but well, they are stories – they’re fantasies.
I got quite a lot of ideas from some of the stories. I found the games between couples particularly enjoyable. Dare You To by Jillian Boyd was a favourite for couples games – and I laughed so hard throughout this. I couldn’t help thinking how daring each other to use certain toys at certain times within public must take a lot of stress out of wedding planning.
Lost and Pounded by Zee Giovanni was another favourite. I loved this story – a chance encounter in a pet store, followed by hot sex with a stranger and the twist at the end was something I certainly didn’t see coming, but liked a lot (I won’t spoil it for you).
I found some of the stories not to be a turn on for me, yet it appealed to my sense of humour ‘In the pink’ by Rob Rosen is one of those stories, Josh left something behind in work and went back for it, only to find his colleague stark bullock naked fucking himself in a supply closet; it was hilarious, the conversation between the two of them had me in stitches.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book, there wasn’t a single story that I didn’t enjoy. They either turned me right on, gave me some ideas in which to torture my OH with or I found myself laughing my arse off at the dialogue and situations. You should really give this book a read, it has something for everyone.
Below you’ll find an excerpt from the lovely and talented Rachel Kramer Bussel herself of her story Claws Out. Enjoy!
Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Claws Out by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Celia had to stifle a gasp of awe as she admired the shiny metal claws glinting from her otherwise petite hand. Normally, her manicure was short and trim—she did favor a sexy, glossy-red color for her nails, but they were still the nails of a size-four woman barely over five feet. Her size, though, had nothing to do with her sexuality. Inside, she knew she was an Amazon, a goddess, a woman capable of all sorts of wicked, gloriously sadistic acts.
Celia reluctantly took her new claws off, one by one, sliding the metal pieces from her fingertips and placing them back in the velvet pouch. They were gorgeous, a perfect symbol of her inner power manifested into something cool, sleek and dangerous— not that she’d ever truly hurt him. Her claws were about taking him right to the edge, where his skin prickled with fear and anticipation.
She kept them tucked away until the time was right. That night he was too jumpy, not in quite the right headspace. The next morning, though, she recognized the perfect opportunity. She started by slipping a blindfold over his head, one so light he’d barely notice.
He only began to stir when she raised his hands above his head and twisted her panties into makeshift handcuffs around his wrists. “What’s going on?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, Sleeping Beauty.” She ran the flat of her palm along his spine, down over the slope of one buttcheek, curving along his balls. She wanted to make sure he was, indeed, hard; otherwise the torment of keeping him on edge lost some of its appeal.
“That’s what I like to feel first thing in the morning,” she uttered as she reached beneath him and wrapped her hand around his stiff cock. John tried to buck into her touch, but she was too smart for that, and immediately dropped it.
“That’s not what your dick is for,” she snapped. His moan let her know he didn’t mind one bit; being used as little more than a phallic prop turned him on like nothing else.
Before she broke open the pouch, Celia decided to play good domme for a little while longer. She leaned over to the bedside drawer, letting her nipples brush against his back as she reached for the massage oil. “Just relax.” Those two little words could have multiple meanings—their simple, surface meaning, or their more twisted, sadistic opposite. She wasn’t above telling him to relax right before she pushed the lever on his nipple clamps higher, tightening them on his nubs, or before she brought a vibrator up to his balls. It was up to him to read her well enough to hear beyond the dictionary definition, to learn her body language even when he couldn’t see her. Only when he’d mastered that skill would she truly know he had long-term potential.
Celia warmed the oil between her hands, pausing to rub a little on her breasts, once again leaning down, this time to smear the warm liquid directly onto him. She added more, doing a sexy slip and slide before capping the bottle. Then she put her training as a masseuse to work. She’d done a stint as a massage girl, giving hand jobs but also true back massages; she’d been so good that the latter were what netted her the biggest tips.
Soon he was practically purring, putty in her hands—just where she wanted him. After digging her elbows into a few strategic spots, Celia stopped.
“Stay right there; I’ll know if you move.” She got up to wash her hands, and when she returned, she made sure to jingle the claws; the soft tinkling sound of metal on metal made him groan.
“I have a surprise for you, because I take good care of what’s mine, don’t I?” When all Celia got was a moan, she pinched the tender skin at the back of his neck. “Words, darling, use your words.”
“Yes, you do. You always know what I like.”