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Only in the City, edited by Nico Vreeland and Cecilia Tan

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ISBN 9781885865991
35,370 words

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Six erotic short stories from Eric Del Carlo, Elizabeth Coldwell, Shanna Germain, Renatto Garcia, Elizabeth Hyder, and Kaysee Renee Robichaud.

City life is cluttered and high-density but anonymous. The characters in Only in the City are surrounded by strangers, anxious about making a connection with another person, physically crowded but emotionally isolated, even from themselves.
And so, when they find that connection–emotional, romantic, sexual–it’s explosive. Add a dose of the fantastic–sometimes even the supernatural–and you get the stories in this anthology: powerful and electric in the way of desperate connections, but also unique to their settings. Some of these cities are ancient and magical, others are gritty and futuristic, while still others are familiar to us in the here and now. Each city pulses with life, but it is that constant beat that wears down our protagonists. These characters have been hardened, cracked, and sometimes broken, and it’s often not until they’re presented with something they’ve never dreamed of that they realize what they’ve been missing.

In “As Far as I Can See,” a New Orleans man has discovered exactly how easy it is to slide into anonymity and loneliness in the city. He passes through his surroundings solitary and unseen, but what happens when he meets someone who is, literally, unseen? In “Camille/Leon,” a prostitute has a unique talent: she can shift genders at will. This has allowed her to make a terrific living, but it’s forced her to split herself in two. Can she ever realize the whole of herself in a society that tears people apart?
Drug cartels, sentient forests, dueling mages, and earthbound angels: each of these stories reaches for the fantastic, even as it stays grounded in the familiar feel of urban life.

All the protagonists of these stories have lost something of themselves in the erosion of city life, but each of them will find something unexpected or precious through the erotic connections they make, whether fleeting or forever, that could only happen in the city.

Excerpt from So Far As I Can See

By Eric Del Carlo

The blear of daylight drew me home. I had gin for blood this morning, and had started the transfusing late last night, very late, at three or four a.m. venturing, restless, unsleeping, unwilling to just lie and lie in bed. Why sleep, when the Quarter won’t, when the madcap drinking laws don’t close the bars, ever?

Thin light, not even sunup, but enough to spook away the muggers. Summer’s humidity was coming, starting earlier every year, readying to deep-fry bruised and brazen New Orleans yet again. For now, though, it was a pleasant warmth, an easy semi-heat, and staggering through it I reached the stone steps that climbed to my house’s front door. I’d hit more than one bar, engaged in murky talk with sidelong elbows and shoulders, saying nothing, hearing nothing, just boozy blather all around. Out there for what? Looking for meaning, for a coherent thought? Hoping to get my cock sucked in some dark corner?

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Like A Long Road Home edited by Cecilia Tan

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ISBN 9781885865939
31,550 words

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Travel can be dangerous, but that danger does funny things to people. Sometimes the journey brings out a romantic spark that’s been there all along. Sometimes meeting a stranger leads to unexpected passion. The four stories in Like a Long Road Home explore the dangerously enticing side of perilous travel and the adventures of faraway places.

A young couple tries to rekindle the passion in their marriage while chasing Hemingway’s ghost across Cuba. A young wizard becomes lost in an enchanted forest and meets a most challenging and feral figure. A survivor of an apocalyptic attack makes his way across a shattered landscape. Three Greek sailors band together after being shipwrecked only to find their troubles dwarfed by those of the woman they encounter.

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  • Touching Hemingway by L.A. Mistral
  • Ota Discovers Fire by Vinnie Tesla
  • Neither Bird Nor Tree by Sunny Moraine
  • On the Rocks by Elizabeth Coldwell

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Microfiction: Cat Call by Elizabeth Coldwell

“And look out for the cat,” the Morgans say. It’s the last item on their list, after telling me to help myself to snacks and that if Emmy wakes before they return, on no account to let her watch TV on the couch with me.

“I didn’t know you had a cat.” I try to hurry them into their waiting taxi. Having to babysit on Halloween is grim enough, without the couple treating me like I’m nine, not nineteen.

“We don’t.” Shari Morgan adjusts the cape of her Supergirl costume. “He lives next door but he treats this place like his own… If you see him, don’t let him into the house.”

“I won’t, I promise. Now go.” At last I’m able to close the door behind them. Wandering through to the kitchen, I think about firing off a text to Deb or Mindy, telling them how lame this all is, but they’ll be at the party now, just like I should be.

I pour myself a glass of milk. Through the screen door, I think I see a sinuous black shape weaving its way up the path. Remembering the Morgans’ warning, I prepare to shoo the cat away. A noise over the baby monitor distracts me for a moment. When I turn back, if I didn’t know better I’d swear I could see the shape on the doorstep changing, growing larger… But that’s crazy. It’s nothing but a trick of the light. Even so, I’m startled when the knock at the door comes.

It’ll be trick or treaters, I tell myself, trying to recall where Shari Morgan said she’d left a bowl of candy for just such an occurrence.

“Happy Halloween. May I come in?”

The visitor is tall, with long black hair tied in a ponytail and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. He might be gorgeous, but caution guides me to ask, “Who are you?”

“Theo. I’m a neighbor. And you are…?”

“Brie. Emergency babysitter. Did you see a cat out there?”

He shakes his head. “No one here but me.” He smiles, slow and lazy, and something in me comes unglued. “Wanna hang out?”

“Sure.” None of the Morgans’ many rules said anything about not spending time with a very cute neighbor. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

I expect him to ask for a beer. Instead, he says, “That milk looks good.” He gulps it straight from the carton, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Want to dance?”

“Why not? When the cat’s away, right?”

Somehow, I find myself in the living room, pulled tight to Theo’s broad chest. Theo’s acting like he has the run of the place but I’m sure the Morgans won’t mind. They obviously know him, after all.

For a big man, he’s so light on his feet. He twirls me around till I’m dizzy and breathless. When he puts his lips to mine for the first time, I taste milk and something that’s uniquely him. His kisses are sweet, intoxicating, and I don’t object as he eases the straps of my dress from my shoulders. In the movies, bad things happen to babysitters on Halloween, but I feel safe in Theo’s arms. Safe, and a little bit naughty.

His cock rubs against me, hard in his jeans, and I reach down to unzip him. When I wrap my fingers around that thick, pulsing length, he purrs with delight. “Hey, slow down…”

“I can’t.” I stroke him up and down, relishing the feel of him in my hand.

Theo pulls my dress down further so he can knead my bare breasts. I don’t normally let a guy move so fast, but tonight I’m wild, wanton, my blood roused by the witchy magic of Halloween. He sucks my nipple, and desire zings down to my pussy.

We shed our clothes, and Theo urges me down onto all fours. I hear foil tearing, and I don’t look need to look over my shoulder to know he’s fitting a condom. He pushes home, stretching me with his big dick. This is how animals fuck, I catch myself thinking as his balls slap against my ass cheeks, and it feels so right. Heat rises between us, and we move in an ever-quickening rhythm.

In the moment before he comes he bites the nape of my neck, like he’s claiming me. It sets off my orgasm, and I dissolve around him.

He gathers me to him, and I rest my head on his dark mat of chest fur, sated and oh so pleased with myself. I don’t intend to sleep, but I begin to drift, and when I open my eyes again, Theo’s gone, leaving only a faint ache between my legs to remind me he was ever here.

 

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The Morgans arrive home half an hour later.

“I hope you weren’t too bored,” Shari says, and I shake my head, though I’ve no intention of telling her how I passed the time. Her voice takes on an exasperated tone. “Oh, Theo, what are you doing here?”

I glance round, wondering if the tall, dark and friendly neighborhood hunk has come back to apologize for running out on me, and freeze. Standing on the mat, blinking his green eyes and licking his lips, is a sleek black cat.

Elizabeth Coldwell is the author of numerous short stories and two full-length novels, ‘Calendar Girl’ and ‘Playing The Field’. Her stories have appeared in the best-selling ‘Best Women’s Erotica’ series and Black Lace’s popular ‘Wicked Words’ collections. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine, she now contributes a spicy monthly column, ‘The Cougar Chronicles’, to its pages. When she is not busy writing, she is an avid supporter of Rotherham United Football Club and can be regularly found on the terraces at weekends, cheering her boys to victory (hopefully!).

Apocalypse Sex edited by Jennifer Levine

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ISBN: 9781885865397
31,340 words; 79 pages

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With their own demise staring them in the face, the characters in Apocalypse Sex decide to do one thing: have the best sex of their lives. These stories include a range of settings, tones, and sexualities, but they share the feeling of freedom that impending death can provide. And, of course, they share the desperately intense kind of sex that you can only have if you think it might be your last.

In J. Daniel Sawyer’s “Buried Alive in the Blues,” a woman finds a speakeasy at the edge of the world, where she discovers the answer to her lover’s mysterious death, she witnesses a stage show that no one will ever see again, and she finds a new lover and a hope for redemption.

Elizabeth Coldwell’s “Expiry Date” imagines a world where debtors literally explode if they can’t pay their debts. A woman has 24 hours to find money or die. She has one last chance to have the sex she’s always been afraid to try.

Elizabeth Schechter writes “Darkest Night” from the perspective of a sentient ship’s computer who watches her captain’s love-making with curiosity and a little envy. When there’s a problem with the air onboard, the captain runs a simulator that allows him and the computer to do what she’s always wanted.

In the lighthearted “Invasion!” by Beverly Langland, Frank and Martha have always had a flirtatious relationship, but they’ve never gone further because Martha is married. When Martians attack Earth, Frank and Martha finally get their chance, and when they find a scared young girl, they get the chance to do what they’ve never imagined.

In “Fences,” by David Hubbard, a virus threatens the entire human race. The X virus can takes years to kill a person; it’s already killed Jeremy’s lover, and Jeremy himself might die any day now. Jeremy uses the time he has left to seduce the straight guy next door. It won’t be easy, but he has nothing left to lose.

When the apocalypse looms, you can choose to die or you can choose to live. In these life-affirming erotic stories, inhibitions are cast aside and fantasies are fulfilled as the doomed desperately search for a way to forget the world, and for sex to remember forever.

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