“Colors” in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Vol. 7
She sees sounds as colors, a trick of the brain that ties one sense to another. It’s a rare perceptual phenomenon that some consider a gift, but that has always made her feel a bit odd. Her kinship with color led her to become one of LA’s premier gallery owners and she and her partner, Maria, showcase works from groups underrepresented in visual arts. This particular night in the gallery a visiting artist asks to see some of her personal works and she takes him to the back room to view pieces not on display. It had been a long time since a man had made her see color, but the back room soon fills with moans and short breaths as colors pour across the wall in front of her.
“Belts Have Tongues” in Coming Soon: Women’s Orgasm Erotica
Alone in her hotel room during a business trip, she is lost in sexy thoughts of her partner when she is snapped back to reality by stepping on a belt left jumbled in a pile of clothes on the floor. Her instinct is to toss it aside and order room service, but sexy thoughts get the best of her. She remembers the tantalizing stinging feeling of a belt smacked against flesh and spends her evening exploring by herself, pleasantly surprised by the shocking new knowledge that belts have tongues.
“Chemistry” in Orgasmic: Erotica for Women
Smell is the sense tied most closely to human memory. The common chemical compound, potassium chlorate, creates the smell of a lit match or the lingering odor of the noise-making novelty fireworks called “snappers.” It’s often used for combustion, and when she smells it she remembers how it feels to have the fire of orgasm sizzle its way through her body and melt a liquid path down her legs. You can thank her sexy scientist coworker for introducing her to both the chemical smell and the memory of a chilly, marble countertop pressed against her back.
“Picture Me Naked” in Best Women’s Erotica 2011
She was furious when she discovered her ex-boyfriend left a bag of her stuff, which included a naked picture of her, on his porch accessible to anyone. Humiliation turns into irresistible anticipation after she get caught up in leaving a masturbatory trail of provocative photos of herself across the city. She imagines how people would react and enjoys exploring the fine line between embarrassment and eroticism until it backfires in an unexpected way.
