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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Foreword

  Introduction

  THE BEGINNING

  HOW YOU CHRISTEN A BED

  ALL YOU DO IS PLAY

  HARD KNOCKS

  THE GALLERY EXHIBIT

  WHITE

  MATINEE

  ALL TALK

  SCARECROW

  IN HER HANDS

  REMOTE CONTROL

  WEATHERING THE STORM

  HELLFIRE

  HER LOVER IS A FLAME

  ME VENGO!

  COUNT OUT THE STROKES

  STEAMY

  PAYBACK

  COME ON

  THE PINK TEAM

  HEADACHE

  PUSHING BOUNDARIES ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT

  RUNNER’S HIGH

  HIS THREE CONDITIONS

  THE MORNING AFTER

  LOOK AT YOURSELF

  DO IT AGAIN

  UNDER THE TABLE

  LIGHT SLEEPER

  THE BIG CAT

  OPENING DOORS

  BAXTER’S BOY

  SUDS AND A TWO-PIECE BATHING SUIT

  THE JEFFREY FACTOR

  CHAINS OF LOVE

  BY THE BEAT

  ICING ON THE CAKE

  THE MASSAGE

  FEAST FOR THE SENSES

  SQUIRT

  PIANO MAN

  OUT OF CONTROL

  TANTRIC HOME

  QUEER FOR MIKE

  MEETING CUTE

  CHERYL

  BEER AND ORGASMS

  SULLIED INNOCENCE

  THE RUB

  THE PARK

  COMING TOGETHER: THE ELUSIVE SIMULTANEOUS ORGASM

  MEETING MYSELF

  I AM NOT CRUEL

  COOLING AGENTS

  SEEING IS BELIEVING

  THE VELOCITY OF ROACHES

  AFTER THE FUNERAL

  THERE

  FORCED ORGASMS

  BLUE JEAN BABY

  LEARNING EXPERIENCE

  A TEACHABLE MOMENT

  THE FLOGGER

  BOOK LOVER

  TIED BY RED

  AFTER-PARTY

  I’M ON FIRE

  SHOULD YOU EVER BE ALLOWED TO FEEL THIS GOOD?

  THE FINAL CHALLENGE

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  Copyright Page

  FOREPLAY: FIGMENTS OF EROTIC IMAGINATION

  Barbara Carrellas

  Orgasm is an adventure, a surprise. No matter how many orgasms you’ve had—or how few—the potential for new and different orgasms is just one erotic encounter away. Orgasm offers endless erotic possibilities—not only in the countless ways humans have devised to have orgasms, but also in the types and kinds of orgasms we can have. And that’s what you’ll find in this book: a huge variety of orgasms.

  There are so many types of orgasms to experience! We can have genital orgasms, nipplegasms, ballgasms, breathgasms, energygasms, gigglegasms, crygasms, screamgasms, analgasms, cosmicgasms, lovegasms, heartgasms, floggergasms, dancegasms, musicgasms, naturegasms, foodgasms… The list goes on for as long as people have had and will have orgasms.

  The key that unlocks the door to the cosmic playroom of infinite orgasmic possibilities is imagination. That imagination can be a fantasy, a vision, a meditation, a role-playing scene, a sexy sound, or a sudden overwhelming physical feeling of intense turn-on. It can be sparked by something we see, hear, smell, touch, taste or intuit. Luckily for us, humans can become aroused by almost anything. Equally lucky, almost anything can become orgasmic. As you will no doubt see, the stories in this book can—and hopefully will—trigger any number of delicious orgasms.

  What is an orgasm, anyway? Is it a sexual climax achieved through stimulation of the genitals and other erogenous zones? Is it a release of accumulated tension and energy? Perhaps it’s a release of tension and expansion of energy flowing through the body/mind and connecting us to spirit. This last definition certainly allows for many more possibilities of orgasms. However, I have come to think that all definitions of orgasm fall short in one way or another.

  The orgasmic phenomenon is both immeasurable and difficult to put into words. Personally, I think it’s delightful that there is a human experience too huge and amorphous for words. Words in service to the definition and description of orgasm may continuously miss the mark. But words in service to the orgasmic/erotic imagination—like those of the writers of this book—that’s a different story. Those words can be instructive, inspiring and impassioned. Erotic/orgasmic words, well articulated, can lead us all to ever more indescribably delicious and profound orgasms. Does that mean that reading this book is going to give you the opportunity to experience more and different orgasms? I certainly hope so.

  What comes to mind right now when you think of orgasm?

  Pleasure? Erotic connection? Intimacy? Altered states of consciousness? The reward at the end of a sexual encounter?

  For the nearly twenty-five years I have taught people about sex, I have stressed the infinite possibilities of orgasm. For most people, orgasm is the quickest and most available way to get a taste of ecstasy—a perfect combustible cocktail of sex and spirituality that launches the human body and spirit to new heights and depths. Unfortunately—because our culture limits our view of what orgasm is or could be—we tend to settle for something that feels more or less yummy. (Let’s face it…there really is no such thing as a bad orgasm.) But when we settle for the orgasms we already know, we miss an entire range of ecstatic experience that lies beyond what we’ve traditionally thought of as orgasm. That’s one of the greatest gifts of a book like this—so many orgasmic possibilities in one volume.

  I have a little game I play in some of my workshops. I ask people, “If [a Mercedes-Benz, an ice-cream cone, walking on the moon, a spanking, a thunderstorm, chocolate…or whatever] were an orgasm, what would it feel like?”

  Although not all humans can eroticize all things, humans as a species can eroticize anything. So, this little game produces some hot and hysterical new fantasy orgasms—all of which have the potential to become actual orgasms.

  The book of orgasmic stories you hold in your hands contains 69 moments of orgasmic potential. The authors of these erotic stories have each asked, “If X were an orgasm, what would it feel like?” “If you could have an orgasm by Y, how might that occur?” “If you could have an orgasm by A-ing in B while C-ing, where would you find yourself?”

  I wish I could be a fly on the wall as you read. I’d love to watch while the power of these authors’ erotic creativity combines with your own. What precious new moments of bliss might result from this alchemy of erotic imaginations?

  Let’s raise our glasses, shall we?

  Here’s to orgasm through art, through the written word.

  Here’s to erotic imagination in service to the discovery and exploration of the infinite possibilities of orgasm.

  And here’s to both the orgasms we know and love and all the ones we’ve yet to meet.

  May the orgasms between these covers inspire you to new orgasmic magical mystery tours between yours.

  INTRODUCTION: ORGASM IS JUST THE BEGINNING

  As Barbara Carrellas writes, there are so many types of orgasms, more than any single book could cover, but within these pages, you will not only find numerous types of orgasms, as well as the varied characters who experience them, you will also discover different motivations for getting off. Some have a tried and true method, some are willing to take a chance on a new sexual practice—or partner. Some of these characters orgasm frequently; some are aching for the chance to share their body with another person. Some let their orgasms be controlled by a lover; some actively take control of their climaxes.

  “You amaze
me,” the nameless protagonist of B. D. Swain’s opening story “The Beginning” proclaims. You—readers, authors, orgasmers—amaze me with your boundless sexual hunger and creativity. I’ve been writing and editing erotica for over a decade, but part of why it never gets old is because of the richness, diversity and nuance I find in the stories that come (no pun intended) my way. They fuel my own imagination and show me that I can always learn more about orgasm, about desire, about sex.

  The format of 1,200 words or less means these are extremely short stories, but I hope you’ll find, like I did, that what they lack in length they make up for in hotness. As with my previous short-short anthology Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex, all the pieces you hold in your hand, even the shortest ones (“The Park,” by Elise Hepner, clocks in at 249 words; “Her Lover Is a Flame,” by Cecilia Tan, at 308) offer a snapshot of eroticism that draws you completely into its folds. You might consider each one a teaser, an appetizer, the beginning of a fantasy world you can place yourself into and choose your own orgasmic adventure as you consider where the story might go after the last word printed on the page.

  Sometimes less is more, and if these stories leave you wanting to see them continued, that’s a good thing. They are, like the narrative in Swain’s opener states, “just the beginning.” Very likely you’ll find a type of orgasm, a sex toy, a scenario, a position or a fantasy you’d like to see represented here that may not be. If so, please write yours and continue the conversation. If your orgasm doesn’t look or feel the way these characters’ climaxes do, that’s perfectly okay. I want to see us expand the possibilities for pleasure, orgasmic and otherwise, not add to the umpteen ways we’re told we “should” orgasm or have sex. Just as a physical orgasm, however you define or experience that sensation, doesn’t define the end of a sexual encounter, a literary orgasm should not mean you are done interacting with the story. I’ve reread these pieces, and the numerous submissions I received for this book, multiple times, and each read offers me something new to consider. I envision The Big Book of Orgasms as one you’ll want to revisit, to pick up and read aloud from your favorites to a lover, to keep next to your bed, to tuck into your travel bag.

  I’m especially pleased to be publishing so many authors in this collection for the first time in one of my anthologies. There is a power and depth to these voices that I hope resonates with you.

  Rachel Kramer Bussel

  New York City

  THE BEGINNING

  B. D. Swain

  Tell me what you want. Show me what you like. Let me watch you fuck yourself. I want to study you. I want to learn all about you and never stop learning. I used to be the kind of cocky butch dyke who pounced and wanted to have my way, but I’ve learned to take my time with a new lover. So sit me down right here. Strap my ankles to the chair legs. Secure my wrists behind my back. Leave the lights on bright. Make sure I see everything. Sit down in front of me. Touch me. Show me what interests you.

  I am bound tightly to the chair. She loosens my tie and runs a fingertip inside my collar. I close my eyes while she focuses on me. I feel her on my shirt buttons. Her fingers drag across my collarbones and up to the stiff muscles in my neck. She pushes my shirt down my shoulders and slips the tie completely off. I feel her breath, hot on my shoulder. Now I feel her lips. Her fingers find the hair under my arms and pull at it, pet it. She nudges me with her nose and tells me I have a sexy scent. I shift a little in my chair. She is so slow in her interrogation. I am getting impatient for my lessons.

  She explores me with her mouth while her hands crawl down my back, my shoulder blades. Her tongue pushes into the weight of my breast. I feel her teeth wanting to bite me. I sit up tall. Her fingers dig deep, climbing slowly up my back, over my shoulders and down my chest. One whole hand covers my breast. She licks me through her fingers. “Hurt me,” I say. “You can be rough. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” She pinches me hard—harder than I expect. It gets me wet immediately and I groan in my throat with the pleasure of it.

  Suddenly her teeth are on my nipple and the pain is stinging. She grabs at my belt and undoes it. She fumbles with my pants and jerks them down but suddenly stops. She moves away from me completely and my hands suddenly strain at being bound. My fingers reach into the air blindly. She is behind me now, and her fingers thread through my hair. One hand tugs a little at my ear. She kisses the top of my head and tells me to open my eyes. She leans over me and lets her hands fall. They slide down my chest all the way to my thighs where she balls up the fabric of my trousers and growls, saying, “You almost let me move too quickly.”

  She circles the chair and stands right in front of me as she unbuttons her blouse. She peels off her bra and tosses it onto my lap. She turns around and bends over, pushing her pants down with her ass teasingly near my face.

  She is so simply and lovingly unashamed in this bright light. She stands there and lets me take it in, watching my eyes look at her. I am grateful for her. I am so grateful that I fear I might cry and be misunderstood.

  She sits on my lap, snapping me back into the moment. She puts a hand on the back of my head and pushes her nipple into my mouth. I open my mouth wide for her. She grips my neck tightly. I freeze. She slowly slides her nipple across my tongue and back again over and over. I reach my tongue out. She pulls my head and smashes my face onto her breast and I suck. My mouth is moving on her. I am eager to show her how my tongue moves. Too soon she backs away again.

  Her breathing is fast. I can see that glow on her skin. She sits on the bed in front of me, staring. She looks so serious. This is serious. She slides back farther on the bed and relaxes against the sheets. She pulls her knees up. I am staring at her cunt. I feel my breath push my belly in, out. I’m nearly panting, the adrenaline building inside me as I take her in. One hand rests low on her belly, just above her pussy. Her other hand is higher, her nipple squeezed between her fingers. I see now that she’s already wet. Oh my god, I can see it. She is showing me.

  She slides her hand between her legs. Her fingers move in jagged circles. At first she’s slow and her body is still, but then I see her hips move. I jerk myself forward in my chair. I can’t help it. She grabs a long, curved glass dildo. She is circling her clit with one hand. The other hand is pushing the dildo quickly in with a slower pull out. I am learning this. I am feeling my muscles pushing and pulling. I am seeing the angle my head will want to be at with my tongue on her clit when I get to do this to her. I am desperate to taste her.

  She pulls faster now. I can see that it’s the pull and not the push that excites her. I wonder if she’ll ejaculate. I think she will. My ankles and wrists are pulling against these cuffs. I am making noises in my chair. I’m ready for her to set me free, but she isn’t going to stop now. I don’t want her to stop. She pulls out and a clear stream follows. “Oh my god,” I say. “That is so fucking hot.” Her body is still writhing. She hasn’t climaxed yet.

  Watching her like this is incredible. She knows it’s sexy, but she has no true idea how powerful this is. “You have no idea,” I say, stunned and worshipful. I am overwhelmed by her trust, by everything she is giving me. One hand pulls the lips of her pussy wide and the other strokes. Her fingers circle the pink, wet lips and trace a path up and around her clitoris. The movement starts slow but quickly builds. Her fingers start to spend more time just below her clit. She lifts her hips, and I watch her toes reach long. Her jaw hangs loose, and I can hear her breathing faster. Too quickly, it’s over. Her hips jerk and then she is surfacing and pulling up on her elbows, smiling at me. The lesson ends.

  She stares at me with a knowing, sweet look in her eyes. She sits in my lap, takes my face in her hands and kisses me. “You amaze me,” I whisper. She unbuckles my wrists, then my ankles. “Let’s see what you learned,” she says.

  “This is just the beginning,” I say, “and I never want it to end.”

  HOW YOU CHRISTEN A BED

  Thomas S. Roche

  It’s supposed t
o be a cordial breakup—“the best thing for both of us”—so at first Molly doesn’t think it’s all that weird to have Kurt help her move.

  She’s been hoping they can come to some kind of arrangement on the queen-sized bed they bought together for the Page Street apartment. Say, she keeps the bed and pays him for half of it, less depreciation…or something.

  But no: true to form, Kurt gets all dramatic about it.

  “I could never stand to think about you being with someone else in the bed where I used to fuck you,” he says.

  As I remember it, Molly thinks but doesn’t say, most of the time I fucked you. Usually you just kinda lay there.

  But she is the perfect ex-girlfriend, isn’t she?

  “Okay,” she says. “Let’s both get new beds. We’ll take the old one to Goodwill.”

  So she goes to the bed store and puts down $635 on a pretty nice full-sized bed, even though she wants a queen. It seems weird to make her ex-boyfriend move a queen-sized bed into her new apartment. Everyone knows what big beds are for.

  But on the day she rents the truck so Kurt can help her move her shit into the new place, he suddenly doesn’t want to haul the queen away just yet. “I’ll get a truck next week,” he says.

  She already knows what will happen. In six months or nine months or a year or two years, she’ll feel vindicated when she goes to a party at his place, good-sport-ex-girlfriend-style, and sees the bed still there, with two alarm clocks…his and his new girlfriend’s. Whatever.

  But she’ll be damned if she’ll sleep in a full. She makes him wait in the rental truck while she demands that the bed salesman make an exception to their “No Exchanges” policy. He finally agrees, since she hasn’t even hauled the new bed away yet. She makes him take off the SOLD sign on the full she’d selected; she pays an extra $227.35 and gets a queen with a pillow-top. She can’t afford it, but she doesn’t care.

  “Queen-sized bed, huh?” Kurt asks her glumly as he helps her move it up the narrow winding stairs. Everyone knows what big beds are for.