Tangled Up with Marilyn Jaye Lewis

Marilyn Jaye Lewis is an erotic force to be reckoned with. She is the founder of the Erotic Author's Association, the winner of London's 2001 Erotic Writer of the Year Award, and has seen her stories published in over fifty anthologies. That's a lot of naughty words! Her novels have met with well-deserved accolades, and now she has another hot offering...

We could tell you all about it, but we figured you might like to hear it from the erotica goddess herself. Join us as we welcome Marilyn Jaye Lewis!


First off, thanks for having me here at LustBites. It’s a real pleasure to be sitting in the same blogging seat as some really terrific writers. A few of them even left the seat warm – Yay! (Or should that be “damp”? Eeew -- that would be a little icky. Let’s stick with warm.)

Anyway, I am here today plugging my latest erotic anthology, Entangled Lives: Memoirs of 7 Top Erotica Writers that has just come out from Alyson Books.

Technically, it includes memoirs from 8 writers, but one of the men is using a pseudonym -- Adam Greenway -- and is basically a contributor to the memoirs of both Ian Philips and Greg Wharton. If you don’t read a lot of GLBT porn, Ian and Greg are the married owners of the multi-award-winning Suspect Thoughts Press in San Francisco, CA. The other contributors to Entangled Lives are: Bill Brent, founder of Black Books; Rob Stephenson (aka TruDeviant); Rachel Kramer Bussel; Amie M. Evans, and myself.

This is a GLBT collection, and pretty much a BDSM collection, as well, since all of us contributors are in the BDSM lifestyle to one degree or another, although Rob Stephenson’s memoir focuses on his early days of being gay, right before he discovers his true nature as a Top.

You know, I always treat any of my books as my children; I love each and every one of them. I fret over them and lose sleep over them; I hug them and squee a bit the minute my author’s copies arrive in the mail. However, this particular book is really dear to my heart. I guess because a lot of it is so emotionally raw, and trusting, and, in parts, shocking -- and the rest of it is just plain filthy as hell.

Plus, it was really cool to have a bunch of writers that I mostly know only professionally suddenly regaling me with the most intimate, explicit details of their real sex lives -- not their fiction, for a change -- and also to have so much of what was lurking in their hearts coming out all over the page. I was honestly moved by each of these memoirs, as I hope readers will also be. After all, I think that’s what helps solidify any relationship, whether it’s between two lovers, or between the writer and reader: that exchange of trust, that vulnerability, those graphic descriptions of how a person feels while in the act of doing it... (Okay. That was a cheap shot to get those voyeurs among you to buy the book.)

As much as a collection of erotic memoirs would seem to be targeting voyeurs, there is a lot more going on in the book’s pages than just the prurient details. These are thoughtful, carefully written stories of the real lives of real people. It just so happens that they write and/or publish erotica for a living and have been doing it for a really long time. Most of it is a whole of fun, although some of it is just plain “pretty intense.”

You can check out the web site for a few brief excerpts from the book, along with the complete Introduction. You can also see photos of all of us and get our contact info.

And here is a little excerpt from Rachel Kramer Bussel’s memoir, Confessions of a Spankaholic. I hope you enjoy it!

In my early 20’s, well before I really became a spanking aficionado, I witnessed and was part of one of the hottest spankings I’ve ever seen before or since. I’d brought a beautiful, tall and thin, curly-haired girl with a mouth-watering accent -- the kind who could say any word and make it sound like a come-on -- with me to an all female play party. We’d had one date where we wound up making out on the dance floor of a local bar, and I’d hoped we’d have more dates in the future. Still I wasn’t really sure where we stood. I was willing to see where the night would take us. As we got off the elevator and entered the dungeon, with its reception desk masking the kinky accoutrements that lay within, we were greeted by women in corsets, chains, hobble skirts, leather, and uniforms.

We each saw people we wanted to talk to, so we separated to chat and explore. Another friend and I made our way into one room where there was a pulley, and she experimented with it, asking me to raise her up in the air. Then I tried it, but felt too out of control with my feet off the ground. We wound our way back to the snack room, where we proceeded to catch up, when my date came running into the room. “Tina’s going to spank me,” she said breathlessly, her face lighting up. “I wanted to let you know, in case you want to watch.”

Of course I did! Tina was a sexy butch who easily caught the attention of almost every woman she passed. I rushed back into the room I’d come from earlier to find an audience of seated kinky dykes looking on as my date clambered up onto a padded bench and spread herself out facedown. She’d pushed her jeans and panties down to her knees, her most prominent feature now bared for all to see. I approached, and was granted permission by Tina to sit and watch as my date got the spanking of a lifetime...

Damn...that makes me want to spank somebody.

But before I go, let me thank you for stopping by to chat with Marilyn. She's going to be around today to answer questions, so shoot her a comment. One lucky commenter will win a copy of Entangled Lives, and you know the drill...you can't win unless you play. Ummm...I mean, comment. You can't win unless you comment. That's what I meant to say.