Sex with Strangers

By Nikki Magennis

To my mind, sex can be many things. It can be transcendental, angry, healing, tender, frightening, funny, or sad. Sex with someone you love has got to be one of the most wonderful experiences in the world.

But what about sex with someone you don’t give a damn about, beyond liking their cute smile or tightly-packed body (Or, and I do feel a little rueful about this one – their shoes)? What about sex with someone you don’t even know?

Is it reckless, dangerous, sexy, stupid or wild? Perhaps all of the above?

Can we get away with it these days without the usual labels peppering the air? Slut, slag, trollop, whore, easy. Dirty stop-out.

Ah, been there, done that. Made the T shirt.

I remember the walk of shame. Making your way home at dawn in last night’s clothes. Sleepless, bedraggled, sated. Torn tights and smudged eyeliner. So louche. So obviously recently fucked.

Sex with someone you don’t know is such an adventure – everything is possible. No ties, no promises, no safety net. No heartache, no responsibility, no jealousy. Just a brief taste of pleasure, and the comfort of strangers.

I always thought it was so simple and beautiful - two people catching each other's eye, smiling. Letting nature and the madness of summer nights take their course. With no artifice or pretence, just the song of the body and all the rich, foreign smells of a new lover. The sex tasted all the sweeter for being so inevitably brief.

I don’t go out on the hunt anymore. Once you’re happily shackled to one man there’s no need or opportunity. But in stories the writer (and reader) is free to pick up strangers, fuck them and move on to the next one with no hard feelings. Black Lace’s latest Wicked Words anthology: ‘Sex with Strangers’, released today in the US, is full of short, sweet never-to-be-repeated adventures that fuel those dangerous daydreams.

I have two stories in this book - both about women who find that fucking someone they don’t know broadens their horizons. As a little taste, here is the moment the artist in ‘Art of Fucking’ gets down and dirty with her life model.

(I think it’s fitting that they’re both nameless...)

*****

The distance reduced to zero and his mouth was on me, wet lips covering mine in a warm shock. All of a sudden the cold tension of the studio was flooded with sensation - the quiet Northern light was eclipsed by the movement of this man against me, his hot human aliveness crashing into my world, encircling me, gripping me in those naked, marble smooth arms. Everything was dark, but dark in the way of flesh, with a heartbeat and a pulse and the vivid animal sounds filling my ears.

I didn’t pull away, and I didn’t miss the smell of love in the air. Instead, I felt the delicious surprise of an unfamiliar man kissing me, and the want and the need to feel him closer yet.

Michelangelo always said the sculpture was already in the stone, and he just had to work out how to find it. When the model kissed me, it felt like he’d found a new image of me, of what I could be. Like he’d dug out the long-forgotten, reckless girl I used to be from where she was buried deep in the cold hard rock and brought me back to life.

His prick was stiffening, pressing against my leg, while he slid his tongue into my mouth and we tasted each other.

'A mouthful of fun,' Sandy had said.

I'd never been so hungry in my life. I knelt.

The wood planks of the studio floor were hard under my knees as I took hold of the guy's hips and pulled him towards me. I buried my face in his pubic hair, letting it scratch against my mouth. His cock bobbed against my cheek and I nuzzled at it, feeling the smoothness and the heat of what I'd been longing for for months. I'd spent a half hour looking at his body, trying to recreate it on paper, but drawing his beauty was nowhere near close enough to this. Touching him, taking him in my mouth, sucking on him. Tasting the bittersweet honey of his pre-cum as his cock swelled and grew rock hard.

Fuck drawing, I thought. It doesn’t get to the heart of the matter. I realised just how flat a picture can be as his hands tangled in my hair and I pulled at his ass, sticking a fingertip into his hole and feeling the corresponding spasm in his cock. This wasn't static, everything was in motion, stimulating all my senses at once and we were sinking inside each other, intertwining, pushing and pulling at each other. He was tumbling down to kneel in front of me and his hands were burrowing into my clothes, seeking out the pockets of heat, the dark and wet spots that connected straight to my brain.

His fingers ran into my knickers, slid quickly between my thighs and into my pussy. A slight resistance, before he found the groove and the moisture of my pussy and dove into it. Two fingers, three, jammed inside me, opening me up, wriggling in there with a funny little shock before I felt the rhythm of it, the to and fro rocking that made me feel like my body was caught in a tide. Waves ebbing and flowing, he was imitating the beat of sex that would sink into me and pull me under.

*****

Find ‘A Whole New City’ and ‘The Art of Fucking’, as well as stories by Mathilde Madden, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Olivia Knight, Sophie Mouette, Kristina Lloyd and ADR Forte in Sex With Strangers.

...Don't be a stranger! Say hello in the comments and I'll pick someone at random to win a copy of 'Sex with Strangers' signed by moi.

x Nikki

COMPETITION: And the winners are ...

by Kristina Lloyd
Our May Madness competition was a huge success! Amazing! The deal was: if we reached 150 comments, I'd be put in a basket and lowered into a pit of naked rugby boys. And I'm thrilled to announce that the winner is ... ME!

Thanks to everyone who entered. I really do appreciate it. It's so kind of you to take the time out from your busy schedules to ...

Sorry? You want to know who got the books? Oh, I see! That's why you're all here. I thought you wanted to watch.

OK then - briefly, because I have an appointment: a round of applause and a huge stash of signed smut to our two champions: 'Kelly from TN' and 'Melissa, the Switchiest Diva Around'!

Three lucky runners-up also win a copy of the latest Black Lace anthology Sex with Strangers and a condom (use it wisely). They are: 'Sarah SG Frantz', 'Casey' and 'A Bookworm'!

Congratulations, winners! Email us with your address, and your deliciously dirty books will be in the post, pronto. We're here: lustbitesladies AT yahoo DOT com

Commiserations to all those who missed out but, hey, don't be too downhearted. We've always got mini giveaways scattered throughout the schedule so, you know, keep it coming.

Our next whopper of a contest will be in August when, hopefully, I'll have recovered from the rugby boys. No! I mean when Black Lace releases Love on the Dark Side, the mightily exciting anthology of paranormal erotica and romance. I think this collection features stories from more Lust Biters than any of the others ... because, deep down inside, we're a spooky bunch of gals.

Many thanks to everyone who joined in the fun. It's lovely to know we've got so many smut-hungry readers out there. You make it all worthwhile.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a basket to clamber into.

Woo-hoo! Someone pass the baby oil, quick!

COMPETITION: May Madness!

by Kristina Lloyd

I’ve been on my knees again, begging our editor for free dirty books. Why? Because I love it. I love getting down on my grubby little knees and begging for –

No, that’s not right. Ahem. Because Sex with Strangers, the latest Black Lace anthology, is about to hit the shelves (May UK, June US) and we're having another glorious giveaway! Yes, huge amounts of sexy fiction could be yours for very little effort. Just add a comment to this post and you could win a bundle of smut, signed by our own fair hands. (Well, not so fair in some cases but it's probably best you don't pursue that thought.)

Sex with Strangers, one of the prizes on offer, focusses on a fantasy that's hugely popular, very hot and very edgy. The book features stories by Lust Biters Nikki Magennis, Mathilde Madden, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Olivia Knight, Dayle A Dermatis (disguised as Sophie Mouette in her writing partnership with Teresa – think of it as an erotic pantomime horse) and me, Kristina Lloyd, chief beggar. If you want to know more about this dark, delicious collection scroll down to yesterday's post (Oh dear, you are lazy) where you can read a little bit about our stories.

Also up for grabs is Alison Tyler’s adorable quartet of pocket-sized porno cuteness, A is for Amour, B is for Bondage, C is for Coeds, D is for Dress-up. Here, we’ve got stories from several Lusties including Shanna Germain and, of course, the very fabulous Alison herself. You want more Alison Tyler? Of course you do. There's simply no such thing as too much Alison Tyler. So we’re also giving away Got a Minute? - Alison’s latest release featuring 60 stories of 60 second smut. Quickies, in other words. Hard, breathless, sexy little quickies.

Sounds like heaven, doesn't it? But don't swoon yet. There's lots more to come and I'm still going strong. Oh, don't you wish they made batteries like me? Gwen Masters is offering her delicious short story collection, Dances of Redemption, Alana Noel Voth is chipping in with Best Gay Erotica, and we’re also giving away signed copies of our Black Lace and Cheek novels, several of which were winners in Scarlet Magazine's Erotic Fiction Awards 2006. The line up looks like this:

• Janine Ashbless – Burning Bright - one of BL's new paranormal erotic romances from the high priestess of swords, sandals and shagging. Two lovers, on the run from their pasts, are separated in a lush jungle kingdom.
• Deanna Ashford – Barbarian Prize - Sirona, a princess of the Iceni, and her lover, Taranis, are captured and sold as slaves. Sweaty gladiators and huge Roman columns!
• Portia Da Costa – Gothic Blue - Stranded by a thunderstorm at a remote Gothic Priory, Belinda is drawn into an enclosed world of sexual alchemy. Portia won Best Lesbian Scene for Entertaining Mr Stone.
• Madelynne Ellis – Passion of Isis - Sex magic, stormy deserts and ancient, sybaritic secrets. Madelynne won Best Male/Male Scene for Dark Designs.
• Kristina Lloyd – Asking for Trouble - Best Female Submission Scene - The boundaries between fantasy and reality start to blur as Beth plays out her dreams of sleazy sex with the mysterious Ilya. Danger and obsession in the seaside town of Brighton. I know this is true because I wrote it. And I live in Brighton.
• Mathilde Madden – Equal Opportunities - Best Female Domination Scene - Left unable to walk after a car accident, David thinks his love-life is over until he meets kinky Mary who finds the idea of a boy in a wheelchair too sexy for words. Hot, daring, thought-provoking and lots of other provoking too.
• Nikki Magennis – Circus Excite - Julia runs off to join an erotic circus. Decadent, dazzling and deliciously written.
• Madeline Moore – Wild Card - Best Oral Sex Scene - One man, three women and a very wild weekend.
• Sophie Mouette – Cat Scratch Fever - Secretary meets Born Free.
• Kate Pearce – Where have all the cowboys gone? - Cowboys, cowboys! Oh, I know I'm supposed to write a nifty little summary here but, ohhh, cowboys. The first line of this novel is 'Yee-ha!' Surely that's enough!
• Alison Tyler – Tiffany Twisted - Best Kinky Sex Scene - This book is so sexy and bonkers! Tiffany and her boyfriend, Kurt, somehow swap bodies. Ladies, imagine waking up with a hard-on and running your hand over your firm, muscular chest. Argh! You are your boyfriend and he is you! Is that heaven or is that hell?

We've got two massive prizes featuring a bumper selection of novels and anthologies plus 3 runners-up who'll each receive a copy of the seriously sexy, Sex with Strangers - and a condom.

All you need to do is add a comment. You don't need a blogger account and you don't have to say anything brainy, sexy or funny (but, hey, if you want to, that's fine). In fact, all we need is a name (doesn't have to be your real name) to call out when we do the draw on May 15th. If your name is, say, Jane or John, could you add a distinguishing mark so we don't get confused. You know the kind of thing: 'Jane in Spain' or 'John with the penis that curves to the right'. ('Oh, *that* John!' we'll all cry.) Or call yourself something improbable like Priscilla Pornhound.

And it would be ever so helpful to our statisticians if you could tell us roughly where you're coming from. Or do I mean coming roughly from? Oh, okay, we're just nosy: US? UK? Munich? Your dad's garden shed? This isn't compulsory. If you simply want to call yourself 'Friend of John with the bent dick', that's okay too. We'll still know who you are.

Good luck everyone! Now get commenting! Go on, you know you want it!

Sex with Strangers: our short story collection

by Kristina Lloyd

"I had been Jonathan’s slave for about a year when he told me he wanted to sell me at an auction. I wasn’t in any condition to respond when he told me this – I was carefully licking his balls, concentrating on doing it the way he liked … "

I know, I know. It’s so damn good, isn’t it? This is the beginning of Carrie’s Story by Molly Weatherfield, a classic of erotic S/M lit. Molly (aka romance writer Pam Rosenthal) was on Lust Bites earlier this week in her first ever interview. Yes: first ever. Last year, Playboy.com put Carrie’s Story at number 12 in their ‘25 Sexiest Novels Ever Written’, sandwiched between Lolita (11) and Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying (13). Yup, it's that hot.

And, oh boy, thanks to Kate Pearce, we popped Molly’s interview cherry! Check it out. It really is a warm, wise, fascinating piece.

Anyway, I’m here to get hot and firsty with you because Sex with Strangers, the latest short story collection from Black Lace is about to be published (10th May, UK; 26 June, US) and it’s the first time a man’s big beefy arm has appeared on a BL anthology cover. Is that right, Lusties? I can’t recall any others. Did Tilly, our resident arm-nut, put our publishers up to it?

Sex with strangers is one of the most popular female fantasies, and is it any wonder? It’s dark, dangerous and risky, and there are no arguments about who has to sleep in the damp patch. Why do we like it so much? Is it the thrill of the unknown? The urge for instant gratification? Is it the edgy appeal of the faceless man in rape fantasy? Or simply the power of an encounter that it is pure basic sex, no sweet-talking lovey-dovey, just rutting for the hell of it?

Delve into Sex with Strangers to find some of our answers. The anthology features stories from top-notch Lust Biters Nikki Magennis, Mathilde Madden, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Olivia Knight, Dayle A Dermatis and me, Kristina Lloyd.

Here’s a taste of some of our stories with their first (and sometimes 2nd and 3rd) lines to tease and please.

'My flatmate couldn’t even imagine the desert that was my sex life.' Nikki Magennis - The Art of Fucking
A brief encounter with a life model reminds an artist just how beautiful life can be. I’m happy to say this is another Nikki M gem: sumptuously written, thoughtful and delicate - which makes the hard, messy sex all the harder and messier when it happens. Delicious. (And she swore in the title!)

'Tuesday nights mean only one thing to Gracie, William, Mark and me: Lust. Oops. Actually, that’s a bit of a Freudian one – not Lust, Lost.' Mathilde Madden - Lust for Glory
A single girl uses her mouth at a big nutso gay orgy. Witty and wonderful, and very, very dirty. Only Tilly could have written a story like this.

'I stopped pacing long enough to glance at the clock. They’d be home soon, my boyfriend Gary and his friend Matt.' Teresa Noelle Roberts - A Stranger, and Yet Not
Karen's loving boyfriend finds a safe way for her to live out a risky fantasy. And I can safely say this story is m/f/m, and that’s hot.

'When she’s on holiday, she play-acts herself (unless, of course, she’s in Spain with other English people around, in which case she pretends to be French).' Olivia Knight - Barely Grasped Pictures
Olivia is a stunningly talented new writer. She crafts sentences that practically wrap you up in silk and dribble honey down your throat – which doesn’t mean she isn’t also completely filthy.

'This was it. Tonight. The biggest job of our short but so far quite illustrious career.' Sophie Mouette - Behind the Masque
Distracting a sexy security guard is just one of the perks of a jewel thief's job … or is it? Hot rocks, hot thieves, and even hotter sex!

'In ten minutes, the office would open. Claire sat ready at her desk, behind the window sprayed with photographs of clouds in blue skies.' Nikki Magennis - A Whole New City
Yes, that’s two stories from Nikki! She’s either a brilliant writer or a mucky little tart who’s had more than her share of casual sex. My money's on both.

'The bus station was lit up with colour, rain falling in yellow and orange drops, headlights fraying into the drizzle. I was trying to act natural, standing in the bus shelter like someone waiting for a bus.' Kristina Lloyd - Wet Walls
A journalist stalks a mysterious graffiti artist in surreal city streets.

I wrote this slightly odd story so I can tell you it was partly inspired by Edwardian supernatural and horror writer, Arthur Machen, partly by contemporary graffiti artist, Banksy. The picture of me here, acting coy against Banksy’s kissing policemen in Brighton, was taken around the time I wrote this story. And then some weird, nasty shit happened to the graffiti which made me very spooked indeed because it was as if the story I’d written had suddenly come true. But not in a good way. Sorry, I can't reveal any more than that because it will spoil the ending. Just read it ... and be afraid. Be very afraid.

I don’t know if this happens to other authors. It seems to keep happening to me. I write it, and it somehow comes true, and I have to ask myself: What am I? A writer or a witch? (Lusties, don’t even think about answering that one.) I really ought to harness this power and write a novel about, say, a woman being pursued by a randy football team, all David Beckham lookalikes. (Apart from the goalie, obviously. Goalies are always odd.) Plot spoiler: the final chapter takes place in the showers.

Of course, if you listen to any other of the Lust Biters, they’ll say I wrote the story because I’m obsessed with sex and seduction up against a wall, and they might have a point. Technically speaking, Wet Walls isn’t a classic of the Up Against The Wall genre (UATW is a genre, right?) but I’ve written others which are. Many, many others if you listen to Madelynne Ellis. (Don’t listen to her. She’s dangerous. She’ll tell you stuff about yourself you hardly knew.)

And if all this strangeness isn’t strange enough, click on this link for a mini excerpt from Portia Da Costa. Portia’s sex with strangers story, Eyes of Desire, will be published by epublishers, Phaze, in July and I’m guessing this is a Phazey first for Portia. No doubt we’ll hear more about it nearer the time. However, because I’m a witch, I can see into the future and read Portia’s first line. Here’s your sneak preview: “Good afternoon,” said the tall, blurred shape.

So, Sex with Strangers? Do you want it? Well, pop back tomorrow when I’ll be here to launch Lust Bites’ third whopping great giveaway contest. We’re giving away several Strangers (the book, silly), a delicious range of Alison Tyler edited smuttery and lots and lots of our hot, sexy novels.

I can hardly wait! But until then, I’d love to know your thoughts. What is it about strangers that makes them so damn appealing? And if you’re not fantasising about a stranger, who are you fantasising about? Your partner of 27 years? Ten Beckhams and a goalie? The guy in accounts? Do tell.

Also, what should I call my football novel?

And am I a witch?