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Pin Me Up and Down
Check out all this awesomeness that is happening this month (February) at the feminist/queer art gallery Femina Potens in San Francisco. It’s run by one of my favorite porn peeps, the lovely and talented Madison Young, and if you’ll note, there will be not one, but TWO classes taught by me on the 27th AND I’ll be reading some erotica that night at Sizzle. As if that wasn’t enough, there are more exciting events going on THIS weekend, an art show this month, and a lap dance by the oh so sexy Rita Seagrave (I met her once at Thunder and almost swooned).
For more info, check out ShannaKatz.com, FeminaPotens.org or click on the flyer below for a larger image.
I’ll also be teaching at the Center for Sex and Culture on the 25th and 26th (including my infamous Vaginal Fisting for One and All class), and am hoping to meet up with some porn people, sex bloggers and more while I’m out there.
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The Lust Chronicles
Here is another erotica book that I’m in (you can also read my story The Parking Garage in Wetter: More True Lesbian Stories), this one edited by Rachel Krammer Bussel. It’s called the Lust Chronicles - my story Submit about K is in it. Think lots of kinky, queer sex with a hot trans guy in a BDSM club in New York. Does it make it better that it’s a true story? Plus, stories by Lolita Wolf, Graydancer, Mollena, Sinclair Sexsmith and more!
Here’s what Amazon has to say about it: “Rachel Kramer Bussel has created her own type of erotica. An earthy, true-to-life style that draws her readers in and keeps then focused until the very last word”—Alison Tyler The Lust Chronicles takes readers inside the minds of men and women who know how to get their kink on. Fantasies are fulfilled as they go to orgies, join the Mile High Club, seduce sexy strangers and do all the naughty things they’ve always wanted to try. In “Luke Lushious,” Lolita Wolf attends a summer sex camp and finds the man of her dirtiest dreams, while Alex M. Quinlan learns “The Consequences of Complaint.” Here you’ll find an ode to older women, lust for a girl in a fedora, one woman’s love affair with public sex, and several passionate paeans to the lovers you just can’t forget. Readers will identify with their cravings for over-the-top sex, and get off along with the narrators as they recount every last intimate detail. Proving that truth is far hotter than fiction, the Lust Chronicles authors bare all, letting you live vicariously through their steamy, 100% true stories.
Enjoy the hottness of the Lust Chronicles!
-Essin’ Em
No commentsE-Lust #4
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Sex at 3am
This is a continuation of the erotic writing Sex at 2am from a week or two back.
We lay there, all of our limbs entangled, nuzzling one another, showering gentle kisses down upon smooth skin. My hips were pressed up against her, one of her legs between mine.
Slowly, so slowly that I barely realized I was doing it, I began to work my hips. Forward and back, over and over, up against her leg. Her leg was nestled perfectly between mine, giving me just a tantalizing glimpse of the stimulation I wanted. Needed. Was craving.
I started moving my hips faster. Hard. With a lot more insistence. She just continued to hold me in her arms, breathing ever so deeply, almost as thought she didn’t notice me pressing myself against her over and over and over again. As though she couldn’t be troubled by my horniness, and was content to just drift off to sleep.
Sighing, I slowed down my hips. No use in working myself into a frenzy just to have to wait for it to abate as we both slid into the land of dreams. I held her tighter, and tried to slow my breathing down. Tried to not concentrate on the throbbing making itself very well known between my legs.
And then, before I realized what was happening, she had me on my back, her arms pinning mine above my head. Not a word was spoken, but the power had definitely been exchanged in that moment.
Leaning forward, she placed her mouth on my nipple, beginning by slowly licking and sucking, and working her way into nibbling, biting and pulling. First one, then the other. My hips rose up towards her, hoping to get my engorged clit some of the relief it so desperately needed. Nothing.
However, relief was long in coming. Putting both of my wrists into just her single hand, she slid halfway off the bed, grabbing a towel to place under me. Returning to the bed, she kissed down the rest of my body, and reached for the bottle of lube. She squirted some into her hand, and without bothering to warm it up, she reached for my clit.
I gasped at the cold sensation, but before I had the time to really feel the temperature, she was rubbing and teasing me, taking my breath away. It felt so good, but damn it, she knew I couldn’t come just from fingers on my clit. She KNEW she was just firing me up even more. Breath regained, I begged her to fuck me. Begged her for even just a finger or two inside me, something for my aching cunt to clamp down on. She said nothing, just continued to tease my poor, swollen and completely over stimulated clit.
Finally, just when I thought I was going to have to push her off of me, when I thought I couldn’t take it any more, she slammed two fingers into me. I moaned, I groaned, I sucked in air, and then I stopped breathing for a few moments as she just fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.
“Breathe.” Her voice reminded me that air was vital to both living, and to not getting sex-induced migraines. I sucked in more oxygen. As soon as my breathing was slightly more regulated, she added a finger. And then another. Four fingers fucking me, not letting up, her thumb drawing circles over and over on my clit.
“We’re not playing any games tonight. You can come if you’d like.”
And I did. Over. And over. and over and over and over. My cunt clenched around her hand as she never let up, fucking me harder and harder as I came on her, clamping down until she couldn’t move her hand, ejaculating on her arm, her hand, the towel, and anything else in the way. Reaching blindly, I grabbed the Hitachi, turning it on low and placing it on my clit.
I held it there and came more. Maybe another 15 times, who knows. My hand was sore when I let go, almost in pain from clenching the Hitachi so hard. Finally, I came hard enough to knock the wind out of me, and I was done. I pulled her hand out of me, and pulled her up to me. Koala bear time, I thought as I wrapped my legs around her for cuddling, barely registering the puddle in which we lay.
-Essin’ Em
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Sex at 2am
Q went to sleep before I did. I stayed on the couch, typing on the computer, watching mindless shows on the TV. Finally, I started dozing off, and I headed to bed.
She lay there, arms splayed, cuddled up cozily in her sweatshirt. So peaceful, restful even.
God did I want her.
Gently, I crawled into bed. Oh so carefully, I draped my arm over her, my fingers gently grazing her nipples through her sweatshirt. No movement. A bit more intently, I ran my fingers over her breast, concentrating carefully on her nipple. A small sigh escaped her lips. Success.
Moving slowly, I slid my hand under her sweatshirt, fingers finally contacting directly with her nipples, hardening beneath my touch. Moans emitted from her throat as I begin to pinch her nipples, playing with them more roughly as she started to come into consciousness.
“I’m sooooooo sorry to wake you up.”
“No you’re not.”
“You’re right. I’m not sorry at all…you were just…thee. And you looked so hot, so enticing, I just had to start playing with you.”
As I kept playing with her nipples, pinching and pulling them. That shut her up, as she was back to moaning and breathing heavily.
I slipped my hand into her sweat pants, slipping my fingers between her lips, searching and hunting for her clit. A gasp from her told me I was getting close. Running my other hand over the body, nails scrapping against her skin, I whispered in her ear how hot she made me, how much she turned me on, how much I wanted to fuck her.
Pumping lube into my hand, I slid my fingers into her cunt to elicit a gasp. First two, then three as she bucked up into me.
Flipping around, I placed my knees on either side of her head, pushing her pants down to her knees. She moved as if to take of her sweatshirt, but I swatted at her hands. There was just something to fucking hot about pushing up her shirt and pulling down her pants in order to get access to her. Then I lowered my tongue to her clit, and she pressed up into my mouth as I licked and sucked all over her, my fingers still working inside of her, fucking her almost relentlessly.
When I felt like she was getting closer and closer to the edge, I slipped a fourth finger into her, and slid back around to get better access. With one hand rocking her clit, and the other pistoning in and out of her, she was making all sorts of delightful and delicious noises as I fucked her closer and closer to oblivion.
As she got closer and closer, I was so kind, and let her place her sexy black Onye vibe on her clit. She was almost there, and then opened her eyes, looking at me.
“Am I allowed to come?”
“Yes, you can. I want you to come so fucking hard for me.”
And she did…oh she did. Her entire body spasmed, her cunt grabbing and squeezing my hand, working in and out of her, breathing so deeply, moaning so loudly. She came over and over, almost for two minutes straight.
We cuddled, my arms wrapped around her, our legs intertwined. After a few minutes, I started rubbing up against her…
To be continued…
-Essin’ Em
6 commentsSex Toy Review: Mini Gallant
So we all know I likey the vibrators. I am, in fact, a vibrator fan.
However, as we also all know, I like weapons grade sex toys. Like the Hitachi, the Wahl, etc. Even most Lelo toys (while incredibly awesome) aren’t strong enough to get me to the point of no return. 99% of battery toys have tried, and failed epically when it comes to getting me off.
Luckily, Q is not like that. Q prefers the finesse of multi-speed, battery operated toys. In fact, she even loves the good ol’ AA powered bullet. And so, she has become my new (and oh so sexy guinea pig) for testing out AA and AAA powered vibrators like the Mini Gallant (which Babeland was so kind to send me).
We were all set to test out the Gallant. However, it is deceiving. It LOOKS like it would take AA batteries, even once the battery compartment is open. However, it takes 2 AAA batteries. Since we’re still in the midst of unpacking, this required an epic hunt for AAA batteries before we could get the little bugger going.
I decided to have some kitchen fun, and brought some crocodile nipple clamps, and a delightful massage oil/wax candle into the kitchen with us. First, I made Q strip down, tossing the boxers and tank in a corner. Then, I bent her over the counter, grabbing a kitchen knife from the block. Slowly, I ran it down her back, until she was covered in goosebumps. Poor thing must have been cold, so I poured hot wax down her back to try and warm her up. I’m a very nice Mistress, you see. After rubbing it in, I had her turn around, and I put the clamps on her nipples.
Once they had gotten a bit more tender, I pulled the chain taut, and place the Gallant on it, making it vibrate both the chain and the clamps. She moaned. I liked it. Then I teased her for another 10 minutes or so with the purple mini vibe, making her stand in front of the sink with her legs spread, touching the vibe to her lips and her clit until she couldn’t take it and we retired to the bedroom.
The next time we had sex, I was fucking her silly with the Curve (another fun toy by Fun Factory), and finally let her use a vibrator on her clit. She went for the Gallant, to give it another gallant try. While she said it felt really good, and she enjoyed it (and holy mother of mooses, it was SOOOO quiet! I kept telling her to turn it on, but it already was. Much quieter than some other FF toys I’ve tried in the past), it didn’t give her enough vibration to get off. And this is Q saying this, NOT me. She went to her trusty back up Silver Bullet, and was coming here and there and everywhere in no time.
Basically, this is a great toy. It’s phthalate free, and sharable (if you sterilize it). It only takes 2 AAA batteries, so it’s not like you’re loading up dual cannons here. It’s quieter than any mouse I’ve ever seen or heard. It’s very portable (totally fits in my purse…easily), and it’s easy to use with the + and – buttons for power (and to change patterns). However, it’s not very strong. Sooooo…it depends what you’re looking for. If I’m personally trying to get off, I’d give it 1 star. If I’m trying to tease the hell out of Q, 3 or 4 stars. And if you find most toys over stimulate you, than this might be right up your alley.
Oh. Side note. It *can* be inserted in the cunt, as nothing can get lost there (do NOT put it in your butt. Period.). We tried this. It goes allllll the way into the cunt. Like, with it being all lube-y and come-y, I had to make Q laugh in order to get it to projectile back out again. No so good for the actively fucking.
Want your own candy colored mini gallant? Click here!
-Essin’ Em
2 commentsShe Was Nervous…
She was nervous on the way there, and asked me to drive her car. I did, although driving in a perfectly lace corset and 5″ heels is no joke.
She was nervous as we checked in, showing our brand spanking new APEX membership cards, and checked in.
She was nervous as we got brief introductions to all the people there; girls, women, butches, femmes, dykes, bisexuals, bois, grrls, etc. It wasn’t really a queer party per se, but I did feel like we fit.
She was wearing my favorite outfit of hers – a black shirt and a red and black tie, to match my flame corset perfectly. God, she is so god damn fucking hot.
She was nervous as we sat their, munching on cheese and pre-cut fruit platters.
She was nervous when I open the toy bag, selected a few floggers, a paddle, some black zipties, vampire gloves, a knife, a vibrator, a cane and 6 clothespins, which I clipped onto her tie for ease of access.
She was very nervous as I lead her into the jail cell room, until she realized no one was there.
She was only moderately nervous as I kissed her deeply, pulling first on her tie to bring her closer, and then on her hair, as I grabbed it and held her into me.
She seemed only a little nervous as I undid her shirt buttons and jeans, leaving her in only a black ribbed tank, boxes, and of course, her tie.
She was a bit more nervous as I bent her over the table, using the zipties to hold her arms in place as I pulled down her boxers. My hands gently slid over her as, until I began to spank her, giving her a warm up. And then, I moved on to the paddle, and then, the cane.
I had to remind her to breathe. We need to work on that, for both of us. Breathing is, shockingly, important.
She relaxed as I rand the sharp vampire gloves and knife over her ass and back. Again, she tensed up as I hit her with the floggers…first, the smaller, more stingy one, and then, the larger, heavy, distinctly thuddy one. Red and black, of course.
I cut the tied, and brought her to the cross, removing her clothes completely. I made use of the clothespins – a few on each nipple, and the vibrator, as I alternated it between nipples and cunt, all the while still kissing her, biting her, licking her, playing with the clothespins on her nipples. I slapped her face a bit when she forgot to call me Mistress.
She was only a smidgen nervous when I made her lie on the table, holding the vibrator to her clit.
She wasn’t nervous at all when I slid my fingers into her…first two, then three, then four.
She wasn’t a bit nervous as I fucked her on that table with my left hand, reaching up to pinch her nipples with my right.
She wasn’t nervous, not in any sense of the word, as I fucked her silly, in my corset and short skirt, hand disappearing into her cunt, her moans making my own drip with anticipation.
-Essin’ Em
3 commentsQuickie With Q
I showed up in front of her apartment, wearing a pinstripe skirt-suit, and white blouse. She let me in.
“We’ve got to hurry. We need to leave in ten minutes. Have you eaten yet?” I asked her.
“No.”
“Well, you’d better eat something before we go.”
Pointing to the bedroom, she replied “well, then you’d better go lie down.”
“No, I’m serious!”
“So am I. Lie down.”
I took off my coat, hiked my skirt up, and pulled my underwear to my ankles while she put a towel on the bed. Seconds later, her tongue was on my clit, and I was bucking my hips into her face.
Pumping some lube into her hand, she slid her fingers inside me as I moaned. Over the next few minutes, I went from zero to 60, although I think I “only” came about 15 times, squirting all over her.
Thirty seconds later, I had my underwear pulled up, and was sliding my jacket back on as I stumbled out of her bedroom. Other than being in a post orgasmic bliss and dripping for the rest of the night, it was as though nothing had happened.
And THAT is what our quickies look like.
-Essin’ Em
1 commentSub space and sex before bed
I walk into my bedroom, ready to cuddle and drift off to sleep with Q’s arms around me.
Instead, I find her masturbating, rubbing a buzzing vibe up and down on her clit.
As I start to fuck her (wearing nothing but a teal plaid newsboy cap), I pinch her nipple, and drag my nails down her chest, living lovely marks for me to admire.
I keep fucking her until she comes…and comes…and comes. And then as she shakes her head and begs “no no no!” I take the Hitachi from my night stand drawer, placing it on her oh so sensitive clit as she tries to get away from it, and from me. She can’t. The noises and moans she is making are absolutely delectable.
Afterwards, I cuddle her, and let her “koala bear” me. I continue to rub my nails over her back, and pinch and twist and bite and lick her nipples, keeping her in a sub space for almost an hour after sex.
When I ask her if she liked the new toys, she tells me “I like the toy. It feels good.” When pressed as to what felt good, she responded “the feeling felt good!”
With Q still high on endorphins, the two of us drifted off to sleep. I may or may not have woken up a few times in the middle of the night and played with her nipples until she moaned and almost awoke.
God I love her.
-Essin’ Em
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