February 2012
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Anonymous asked: I read that most of your short sex stories are from real life (not exactly the same). Is it always with the same person or do you have sex with different people?
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Like In The Pictures
“How come you don’t sit naked in the window drinking coffee while you watch the snow fall? Like in the pictures.”
“How come you don’t drink scotch in a suit and tie while sitting on a leather chair with your big cock hanging out? You know. Like in the pictures.”
We stared at each other from opposite ends of the couch, and neither one of us blinked. Her flannel pajamas had kittens on them, and...
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Fucking a Gryffindor
I was too drunk to fuck by the time she told me to call her Hermione.
We had stumbled out of the bar a half hour earlier, and I thought the cab ride home might have cleared my sense. I hoped that back at my place—with her shirt lying on the ground and my hand wrapped around her wrists—it would all fall into place. Hope, I realized very quickly, is for the sober.
“I thought you picked me up...
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A Cock Like Paris
His cock reminded her of Paris in the rain. It reminded her of Machu Picchu at sunset and the blue green lights over the empty snows of the Yukon. His cock reminded her of everything beautiful in the world, and she came around it like she was impaled on the tower of Babylon. She scratched his chest and slapped his face as her orgasm ripped through her; she called him a name that was almost his.
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The Names
I call it “Her List.”
I see her once or twice a year and we go through the same ritual each time. We give ourselves an hour to say hello, have a drink, kiss faces, and remember. We check in about our lives and we try to go slowly, knowing that we’ll fail.
Once we leave the restaurant, we no longer need to say anything until we’re in her room. The first two years required...
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Why I'm Special
“Tell me again why I’m special?”
She was nestled in against my shoulder as I ran fingers through her hair. She smelled of cinnamon and red wine, and she fit perfectly. He soft fingers touched my arm, moving on their own free will. Her voice sounded like water.
“Do you remember the ninth time we had sex?”
“No,” came her soft reply.
I closed my eyes and instantly saw her white summer dress...
January 2012
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visionaria asked: PS. Why would I knock, I have a key. *Wink*
lovelystorytold asked: I'd like to email you informing you that I will be knocking on your door soon.
visionaria asked: How is it I always miss your q&a sessions? Boo!
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Anonymous asked: I'm a young woman and I love the idea of group sex, exhibitionism and fun casual sex and play in a safe setting...but I'm not really sure where to start. I'm quite wary of the internet, and I have no-one that I could make connections through (my friends are also young and to be honest, quite green). Where did you meet your delightful friends, and do you have any suggestion on how I...
mizboop asked: How come your e-books are not on iTunes? I love ur short stories and would love to read ur books.
jscottgrand asked: What's it like to work with j. scott grand? I think he's dreamy. :)
Anonymous asked: How do you cast your shoots
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musicamour asked: Thank you for the short stories. It's a pleasure to read pieces that are written well along with being sexy & witty. Intelligence and humor are such a turn on, so please keep them coming. With that said, what type of music do you enjoy? Cheers- jm
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Anonymous asked: The places your photos are from, do you just get together with a group of people and take pictures? Do people have sex or is it just erotic photographs? How does it all work!
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Anonymous asked: Why did you decide to start Sock Drawer Press when you already publish erotica through QNY?
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Anonymous asked: I visited New York a few weeks ago and had a fantasy of running into you at a bar, in a restaurant, anywhere I was at the time. I'd see a handsome man in a suit and smile to myself, wondering if he could be you. I'd feel myself getting wet at the thought that somehow I could find myself in bed with you (and any combination of your impossibly sexy friends) and that perhaps, later,...
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yourbadgrrl asked: What books are on your nightstand right now? Any suggestions for new books/authors? Thanks!
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Anonymous asked: Why don't you reread and edit your ebooks, or even run spell check?
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Anonymous asked: Who are you? What do you look like? And are your words purely fiction, or do you write from your own experience at times?
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Questions and Answers
Questions are open all day today and tomorrow, so feel free to ask me anything you like! I even turned on anonymous in case you’d rather not share who you are.
Ask me here.
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The Window at the End of the Hall
There’s a window at the end of the hall on the 46th floor of her building.
It’s a quiet corner with a view of hidden rooftop gardens and ancient water towers. I can see birds flying below me, the Hudson River flowing in the distance, and on occasion, I catch a glimpse of human life in another building as tall and still as hers.
“Can we move there?” she asked as I...
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You Know What They Say...
The bar was completely packed, and I was sandwiched between Owen Wilson and Scarlett Johansson. All three of our elbows kept bumping every time one of us tried to take a drink.
“Hey Owen,” I said.
“How you doing Guy? You look like you have a question for me.”
“Yeah, I was just wondering, if you could fuck any celebrity, who would it be?”
“You know, I...
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Neruda and a Handjob
I read Neruda to her in Spanish and her panties fell off. Which was only slightly uncomfortable because we were sitting in Union Square Park just as the sun was going down. When I got to the end, her hand was in my jeans, and I was whispering the lines in her ear.
“Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.” The words were slow and deliberate, and she squeezed my cock so...
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Poly Problems
We held hands on the park bench as we watched the parade of bundled up humans whisk past us. It was too cold to be siting outside, but we needed the air even if it hurt our lungs.
“His new girlfriend keeps hitting on me.”
“She’s hot.”
“Sure, but she just wants to eat my pussy. It feels like she’s trying to pay rent by going down on me.”
I kissed...
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Alice
Having multiple partners means knowing whom to ask which questions.
I was sitting next to Alice at Lilly’s Bar one afternoon and she was making something out of her napkin. Her drink was nearly untouched and her coat was still on. She ordered a burger—rare—and once again she had forgotten her phone. She was exactly the right person to ask.
“I think I just asked a girl out,” I...