This week’s erotic author in the spotlight is Freya Lange, introducing her Hot Summer Reads anthology. Find out more about Freya and her work below, and enjoy the seriously hot excerpts from Hot Summer Reads.
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How on earth did I end up writing erotica professionally?
I was always a writer, even as a kid. Stories fascinated me and breaking apart and reshuffling their elements was often how I played.
Now, as a woman in my early thirties with a busy professional career that involves a lot of writing what other people need rather than what I want, I find writing is a great outlet for me to catch hold of the thread of an idea I find interesting then spin it out into a complete web of interconnections.
For years, I wrote short plays, stories, songs, and occasionally pecked away at my novel as a personal hobby, with no real intention of publishing to an audience. My professional writing, even the more creative pieces, didn’t touch on my interest in sex and sensuality. In April 2014, I was trying to explain a certain sexual idea to a friend: that, in most sexual fantasies involving two people, I freely identify with both the more dominant and the more submissive, the more masculine and the more feminine, often shifting back and forth during the course of the fantasy. To demonstrate the concept, I wrote my first story where sex was the main focus and I loved writing it. That story became “Browser History,” the first one I ever posted for general readership on Literotica, the world’s most popular free erotica site. Almost 200,000 people have read that story – more than I could ever hope to reach through more traditional publishing channels.
Posting that one story opened up a lot of doors or me, both within myself and with the way I thought about my writing. Through Literotica, I made friends with other writers like me, writers who love a great sex scene but love what it can be used to say about power, or compassion, or fear more. To the extent that I’m happy with what I write enough to offer it to other people, I owe to these friends and to working on my skills every day. I’m especially grateful for the singular relationship I’ve been able to build with my writing partner, D.E. Vice. He and I often write stories and poems that are direct responses to each other, having an ongoing conversation through our characters’ mouths and bodies.
In May, I launched some of my previous stories on Amazon KDP.
Right now, I have:
A romance set in the American Civil War where a tough, clever Southern woman saves a Northern soldier’s life and hides him in her home.
A modern romance where kindergarten teacher, Lindsay, just wants to relax after a hard week with Chinese food and a bad horror movie but her plans change when the delivery man turns out to be the very hot and charming Jay
A MM romantic comedy where Tim finally gets a date with Chad, the cowboy of his dreams, to hang out and play with his dog. There’s one major problem: Tim never had a dog, but he will go to extraordinary lengths to get together with Chad.
A MM stepbrother story where Corey is dragged back into his former life of wealth and emotional abuse by his irresistible stepbrother, Rene. This is the first in a planned series.
I also started a new line of stories that I call “Little Black Dress” because they’re short, they’re sexy, and they’re just right for the occasion. I’ll post one of those every Monday so readers can start their week off right. Every month, the stories will center around the same characters or theme. At the beginning of the next month, I’ll collect them all into one book and launch the next series. I love hearing about what readers want to read, so I’ll probably be taking a lot of cues from the feedback I get about what people want to see.
I also will be launching a separate paranormal series for readers who like their heroines to have a little more grit. The “Alphas’ Omega” series will feature a woman who is the modern incarnation of Circe from Greek mythology taking power from the incarnations of the Greek gods. It’s going to be a fun, high adventure series with a lot of steamy sensuality.
Readers who are interested in my solo work can find out more by:
Visiting my website
Joining my mailing list (no spam, just new stories)
Finding me on Facebook
Following me on Twitter @freya_lange
Checking me out on Amazon Author Central
Hot Summer Reads
My big project has been putting together and editing the anthology, Hot Summer Reads. I convinced ten other authors in my writing group to contribute a summer-themed story to the anthology to introduce new readers to the authors I have been enjoying for years now. I wanted our anthology to be different from a lot of what was available for eBooks, not just in the quality of the writing but in the quantity of what we offered. Most erotica anthologies available are very short stories, first chapters of ongoing series, end on a cliffhanger to be continued in another book, and all other manner of readers not getting a full story. I want to offer more to readers and I want them to expect more from me.
In erotica, it’s pretty typical a story that’s only 3k-5k words long to be published, sold, and bought as a full book. That’s not to say it’s deceptive, since that’s fairly normal and writers and readers both know what they’re getting, but the writers in my group were used to much longer pieces to develop plots and characters. For this anthology, I set a limit of 10k words for each story – and heard some complaints about how difficult it was to keep them that short! One of the things that pleases me most about Hot Summer Reads, other than the overall quality of the storytelling, is the huge variety of perspectives and pairings. We have straight, gay, lesbian, and bisexual characters anywhere from their early 20s to their late 50s. There’s something in this anthology for absolutely every reader. We offered it free from May 23-May 25 when it launched and will be doing another free promotion later in the summer, though we’ve yet to decide precisely when. We’re already working on an all-paranormal Anthology for October, hopefully with even more of the authors in our group contributing.
To keep up with the authors in the Anthology, we put together a separate mailing list. People who join get a free story and updates on our individual projects and our upcoming work together.
Endless Summer by Steve Williams
Bob’s trip down memory lane leads him to unexpected romance with his childhood friend, Shea.
We pulled out of the lot and headed toward the turnpike. As we drove, we passed by the local country club that was named after the farm it had replaced. “Do you remember this place?” Shea asked. “I play golf here now, but this all used to be a huge farm.”
“I do, but the farm was gone even before my grandmother left. Do you remember Buxton’s, Shea?”
“Do I ever! You can’t get ice cream like that anymore. We nearly revolted when they closed down.”
“That was always one of the highlights of our trips here. Dinner at Buxton’s. Gram used to let us sit at our own table, and we thought we were the coolest kids ever,” I said with a chuckle.
“I bet,” Shea laughed. “And she had a half hour of peace while she ate.”
“I guess we were a bit of a handful,” I said. “It was all Steve’s fault.”
“Of course. Blame your brother when he isn’t here to defend himself.”
“Well, he’d tell you the same thing if he was here. He was always the troublemaker.”
“Or the one that got caught,” Shea laughed. She turned right into the parking lot for Dick’s and pulled into a spot. We exited the car and walked into the store, finding the bathing suits on the second floor.
“What size are you?” she asked.
“I don’t know. It depends on the brand. Maybe a large, maybe an extra-large. Thirty-six or thirty-eight waist.”
Shea started to go through racks, and I did the same. I pulled out a couple pairs of mid-length sport shorts and held them up to look at them. Shea walked over with a couple of suits in her hand. She put one under her arm and held the other one up to my body. I looked down at the Speedo she held in her hands.
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a bathing suit.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s half a bathing suit. Not even half.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, still holding the suit up against me. “This will look incredible on you, Bob.”
“C’mon. You’ve got to be kidding me, Shea. I can’t wear this thing.”
Shea frowned, locking eyes with me and giving me a serious look. “What’s the problem? You don’t want to wear some big baggy suit that hangs down to your ankles, do you?”
“I just…I don’t wear stuff like this.”
She stood there for a moment longer, then burst into laughter.
“Oh God, Bob. Damn. If I could have held out a minute more, I’m sure I could have gotten you to try that suit on,” she said between giggles. “I had you going there.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “So you have a sense of humor, I see. I like that in a woman.”
“Go try on your suits,” she said, as she continued to giggle. “I’ve had my fun.”
I entered the dressing room, taking the two suits I had picked out. I chose one of them and headed downstairs to pay. Shea was still laughing as we stood on line. Her laugh was full and rich, like the music from a finely tuned violin. It sounded wonderful to me.
A short time later, we were back in town at the luncheonette, ordering sandwiches and drinks for lunch. As we waited for the counterman to prepare our food, Shea moved close to me.
“There’s a woman at the end of the counter,” she whispered. “She’s the town nosybody. She is dying to know who you are, but she’ll never ask. Once we leave, she’ll chatter about it for the rest of the day.”
“Is that so?” I said as I casually glanced over my shoulder at the woman. I reached an arm around Shea’s waist and pulled her against the side of me. Leaning over close to her, I whispered in her ear. “Now she’s really going to go nuts, right?”
“You’re worse than I am,” she said with a giggle as she slipped her arm around my waist in return. We held each other for a few minutes, not wanting Mrs. Nosy to realize we had done that for her benefit only. As I held her though, it occurred to me that I enjoyed holding Shea in my arm and pressing her against my side. I noted that she didn’t seem to be in much of a rush to move away. Before we could move apart, the woman left the counter and headed for the door, staring at us the entire time. Shea smiled and waved. The woman nodded and hurried by, probably anxious to crank up the old rumor mill.
“Small town America,” I said as I took a step away from Shea. “You have to love it.”
A Midsummer’s Evening by Ella Wilding
Holly and her Master navigate their blooming relationship at an anniversary party in a garden full of fairy lights and love.
Holly was passed around the dance floor for song after song, eventually ending up in her Master’s arms. The moment he wrapped his arms around her the buzzing inside her started again, and she gasped, her eyes wide. She leaned into him, feeling his now familiar hands on her and closed her eyes for a moment as Air Supply sang on in the background. Her mind whirled as she opened her eyes and took in the people around her. They were dancing closely, too closely, but he held her tightly, and the buzzing within her made her mind fog with sensation. He slowly twirled her around the dance floor and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I adore you, my little Tinkerbell.”
Her breath was beginning to quicken as he held her, and a flush rose in her cheeks. She looked up at him, and he smirked, knowing her discomfort and heat within this crowd. The pleasure in his eyes as always filled her full of warmth. Her parents drifted past her on the dance floor, and she stepped back slightly from Marcus, who tightened his grip on her. “You look hot,” her mother called out, “Take her to get a drink and some fresh air, Marcus.”
“I could use some cold water,” Holly admitted as her parents danced away.
“A little hot and bothered?” he grinned at her. She nodded her eyes bright. “Good,” he said and the buzzing stopped abruptly. Taking her over to the bar he got her a glass of ice and water, and they walked together to one of the comfortable alcoves dotted around the edge of the tent. The party was starting to wind down, and people who had a long drive home were were beginning to leave.
“This was a great night. Dad did a great job. I have never seen Mum so relaxed at one of her own parties. Thanks for helping him.” She turned her face up to him, noting an odd look in his eyes. He grabbed her hand then and dragged her after him as he strode away from the marquee into the darkness. She squeaked as he pinned her against the far side of a tree, out of view of the party guests, and bent to kiss her deeply.
“Mine,” he murmured as he kissed her again. The buzzing started again, quickly growing more intense, and his hands pulled at the bodice of her top until his fingers closed around her nipples. Twisting them sharply, he smothered her squeals with a kiss as he tormented her. He stepped back, taking his jacket off and draping it over her shoulders and wings before pushing her back roughly, devouring her mouth again. His fingers moved down her body. Pulling her costume aside, he rubbed and twisted her clit until her legs shook. He probed inside her with his other hand pulling the egg from her and stuffing it in his pocket.
Unzipping his pants, he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips, and entered her. His mouth latched onto hers, stealing her cries of pleasure. Their pent up tensions from the long afternoon and evening converged to make them both come hard and fast after only a few minutes. “I cannot get enough of you, little one.” He was breathing heavily, as he pulled back and lowered her down, regarding her with soft eyes. She gazed back at him with troubled eyes. “Tell me what is in that pretty head of yours, little one.”
Holly’s mind rolled, and she chewed her lip. She peeked around the edge of the tree, “If I stay with you, will we always be secretive like this and never like them? Like the couples holding hands and kissing in there?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Marcus asked.
I’m Not Gay by Bucky Duckman
College guy tries something new with sexy lifeguard, Travis, and gets the surprise of his life.
“I’ll blow you if you blow me,” Danny said.
“Dude, I’m not that drunk.”
“I’ll wait,” he said, pulling off his pants and pulling on his hard-on. I did the same thing and I couldn’t stop staring at his prick. “Go ahead and touch it if you want,” he offered and since that was something we had done before, I did. I didn’t think twice about it. Hell, I’m man enough to admit, I even liked do it, at least a little bit.
Look, judge me all you want, but until you’ve held another man’s dick in your hand, you don’t know what you’re saying. It’s different than touching yourself because you can really feel the dick. You notice things you don’t notice when you’re doing it to yourself, like how bumping the veins feel if you touch it really lightly or how cool it is the way a dude’s cock throbs unexpectedly, letting you know he’s having a good time. It’s like tickling. You can’t do it to yourself because you know what to expect, but as soon as you do it to someone else, it can be fun as shit.
“Come man, you should try it,” Danny told me after another ten minutes of watching that long-assed video. “If you don’t you’re always going to wonder what you’re making your girlfriend do to you.”
He sort of had a point there, too. Every chick I had ever dated would suck me for at least a little while. Hell, Sherri loved doing it, though I didn’t appreciate it at the time because it was the only thing she would do. Sherri would even let me cum in her mouth. She said she liked the protein, but then again, Sherri always was a little bit different.
“You do me and then I’ll do you,” Danny reminded me before he sweetened the deal. “Hell, I promise I won’t even cum in your mouth unless you want me to.”
“Thirty seconds,” I decided, more because I wanted my dick sucked than anything else. “I’ll do it for thirty seconds and that’s all.”
“Deal,” he said, pushing away from the desk where we both sat.
Let me tell you, dropping to your knees in front of another man’s hard-on the first time is a strange-assed feeling. I don’t know why, but it sort of feels gay, it makes you feel like maybe you’re half chick or something. But a deal’s a deal and I was going to keep my end of the bargain. Why not? How bad could it be? I think I could hold a fucking bee inside my mouth for thirty seconds if there was a blowjob at the end of it.
So I did it. And I mean, I did it. All of it. That’s not what I intended to do, of course. All I meant to do was put in my thirty seconds and earn my blowjob. Instead, I. . . fuck, I don’t know how to say this. I didn’t hate it? I mean, don’t get me wrong or nothing, but it was sort of cool in some ways.
A cock is an interesting thing to put inside your mouth because, as a dude, you immediately recognize it for what it is. It’s sort of a mind-fuck. The moment you wrap your lips around it, you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing, and if you’re like me, that’s sort of cool.
The tip of his head felt smooth to my tongue while the bottom side of his shaft felt bumpy from his veins. But not bumpy in a rough sort of way because we’re only taking veins and veins are squishy. Once you press your tongue against a vein, it flattens out. Don’t ask me where the blood goes because I don’t know, I’m a business major, not a science major.
A cock is warm, too. I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting that, but I wasn’t. A cock feels hot. Not like burn your mouth hot, but warm and alive. It’s a real body part and it feels different than when you’re going down on a woman just licking her because you don’t really have anything inside your mouth. It’s probably more like sucking on a big, long nipple, except I don’t know any chicks who have nipples shaped like cocks.
Danny held up his end of our deal. He told me when thirty seconds were up except I felt as if I was just getting started. “Is it okay if I keep going?” I asked. He gave me an I-told-you-so sort of grin and let me keep going. That’s when I really started to explore what I was doing. I started copying some of the shit I had seen girls doing in those porn movies, like licking around his head, seeing how deep I could push into my mouth, twisting my head from side-to-side as sucked him, all that sort of crazy shit. And I guess some of it worked because Danny started moaning a little bit.
“You’re not going to cum, are you?” I asked, holding his cock and pulling on it.
“I’ll warn you,” he promised and I believed him. Danny was lots of things, including being a cool dude. He wasn’t lying.
Keys to the Sun by Shea Mara
Summer can’t deal with living on Venus. Will she get to spend her one day in the sun with Jesse?
“Speaking of hanging out … do you want to? With me? Tomorrow?” He was faking his nonchalance this time, she was sure.
“Like, a date?”
Jesse grinned. “Yeah, like a date.”
“A date on Venus? Will wonders never cease?” Summer smiled, but felt herself getting worked up. She tried to stop herself. Why could she never keep her mouth closed? “Does it ever bother you the way everyone is so … casual? Maybe I get too lost in my books. I know life isn’t a fairytale, especially here. But, it all feels so … matter of fact, so clinical. I want to feel a spark, don’t you? Does the choosing of a life-long partner have to be a transaction of convenience and simple compatibility? Can a guy not try to pursue a girl? Win her heart?”
Summer felt out of breath. That little tirade was probably the most of herself she had ever shared with Jesse. She wanted to cram every little syllable back into her traitor mouth.
Jesse grabbed for her hand, and pulled her close to him. The lightning flashed behind him. It made his expression hard to see.
“Summer. What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time?”
He was staring at her, trying to smile.
Images flashed through her mind: the books, the daylight bulb, intervening with Bill at risk of his job, maybe more.
She shook her hand loose from his and stroked the back of his neck at his hairline. Jesse closed his eyes at her simple touch and a pleasant warmth flared up, low in her belly.
“I get so caught up in hiding, sometimes I forget to see where I actually am.”
He opened his eyes, but she kept her hand on the back of his neck. His skin was so warm, like he had been out in the sun too long.
“You’re on Venus, Summer. Earth is so far away, it’s a point of light in the night sky, behind a life’s worth of storms. But if you can be brave, this can be your home.”
Jesse took her hand and pressed it against his chest. She felt the tightness of muscle under her fingers, and the tattoo rhythm of his heart. His own beat, not that of the relentless rain.
He leaned down to kiss her and his lips were warm against hers. At first, all she could feel was the touch of them, soft but firm, and the beating of his heart under her hand. Then, after a suspended moment, the rest of her senses came into focus. She could taste the saltiness of his skin. The smell of him filled her nose, spice and musk and something like soil. An ocean’s roar deafened her ears as her blood pulsed in her veins, and it drowned out the sound of the rain. She felt crashing waves of her growing desire.
And Jesse’s. She could feel his hardness dig into her hip as she pressed her body against his. His hands stroked the backs of her arms, leaving heat trails on her skin through her thin t-shirt. When his tongue pushed against her lips, she opened them with a sigh, inviting him in, letting his mouth explore hers.
“Summer,” he sighed, and she moaned softly. Lightning flashed in quick succession like a strobe against her closed eyelids. When his hips moved against hers, she pushed back, made him growl as he moved his hot mouth to her neck and shoulder.
Jesse’s hands slid up her sides, his thumbs caressed the outside of her breasts, then circled around to gently brush her hard nipples. The kiss kept their bodies crushed together.
The pulsing, throbbing need between her legs, Jesse’s palms teasing her breasts, the length of his hard-on pressing into her … the sensation of it all suddenly overwhelmed her, and she pulled away, stumbled back a step, fingertips pressed to her swollen lips.
Jesse stayed where he was, leaning against the glass of the dome window, breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry. Was that too much? I couldn’t help myself.”
Swirling thoughts and emotions rendered her speechless.
“Are you OK? Say something, please.”
Another flash of lightning dazzled her eyes, made her blink.
“I’m just … I’ve never felt like that, with someone.”