Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

I.

Everyone has a pet peccadillo, caged or free-range. I have yet to meet a woman—gay, straight or otherwise—who didn’t admit to even the teeniest fantasy that swelled beyond the rim of a 100 percent pure vanilla encounter. One of the more titillating aspects of working as a traveling musician is having strangely intimate conversations with people all over the world. Quite often, the stories shared by strangers are laid bare, stripped by the demands of time and airline departures to their most compelling facts—desire and fulfillment. That fascinates me.

After a BETTY gig in Atlanta, I sat alone under the stars on the outside deck of a dance club, happy to nurse a beer in a slight breeze with the faint scent of distant flowers. A woman sitting nearby sighed. We started chatting and within a very short time I was glad we were outside in the dark because I was blushing inside from her story. If she had seen me squirm, I’m sure she would have stopped talking, but I didn’t want that. I was captivated.

I am definitely the most old-fashioned member of my band. I am the product of the Karilagan Finishing School and endless diplomatic functions with my parents at which the raciest remarks were wrapped in so much innuendo and clever wordplay that it wasn’t until much later that juicy gossip could be deciphered. I assume that’s why I choose to work with two women who speak their minds loudly and proudly about everything, even intimate details. After two decades, Elizabeth and Amy Ziff can still shock me, and delight in doing so. Luckily, I enjoy it as well, being unwilling to speak so nakedly.

Would an audio voyeur be called an Auditeur? I guess that’s what I am. Like Scheherazade’s King, I am a glutton for delicious stories.

The woman in Atlanta lowered her head as she told me about her Daddy. She loved her new girlfriend but couldn’t give up the woman who made her sigh in the humid Georgia night from unappeased need. She knew that her ex-Daddy was a dead-end road, but she couldn’t move past her dangerous desires into the simple, open arms of a new love. I sat in the crackling campfire of her story, asking honest questions and having my mind blown.

On the flight back home, I wondered if her story could ever be mine. I cast myself in the various roles of her drama to see which would be the most authentic. One scenario turned into another as the miles passed. By the time we landed, I had a new song, “Georgia.”

One of the most gorgeous aspects of humanity is the ability to create lush, amazing lives within. The human imagination is capable of so much more color, texture and possiblity than ordinary life can provide. The more we hear, read and learn, the richer our inner worlds become. Like children playing make-believe at an age when castles and dragons are thrillingly real, so can we layer our daydreams with exciting options.

So many great ideas were submitted for this collection, from all over the world. The stories I selected dove deeper into the realm where fantasy comes to life. Each of them has a twist that slides sweet Alice through an inviting hole into her own particular wonderland, with details vivid enough to melt the walls around the reader for an even better view.

Some took me beyond my comfort zone into dark places I don’t wander, but felt compelled to include for those who do, including sad-eyed Georgia girls torn between a rock and a soft place. These stories plunge into a moist landscape where each sentence is another slippery step deeper into a breathless, throbbing world where… well. You’ll see.

Read on.

II

Is there anything better than curling up with a good book?

Maybe.

How about a good book that succeeds in curling you up… from your hair down to your toes?

Imagination and sex go together like peanut butter and jelly. (Hey, that just gave me a couple of good ideas!)

Anyway, what a treat it was to go through these stories and make suggestions and choices for the final release, keeping in mind, of course, what kind of outcomes you all might enjoy to achieve your final releases. These authors conjure up a gaggle of gals in some truly delicious situations.

So, relax, and start turning those pages.

Enjoy a story or two by yourself, with a friend or a lover.

And when something or someone doing something or someone really special gets you going… if you want to thank me later, I bet I can think of something special I might like.

Oh, and that can be our little secret.

Bon appétit.

III

I’ve been sexually aggressive most of my lesbian life. It’s fun: I get off on getting girls off and I have no hang-ups (thanks to my parents’ openness and my mother’s rad feminist politics toward our bodies). It’s been fun. And sometimes one gets tired of that. I mean, flip me. I’m good at being a bottom. Don’t wait until you’re wasted to make the first move. Laugh about it. Share your fantasies. Get crazy. Not to say that I’m always Charles in Charge, cause how fucking boring is that? It’s nice to see that Lezbo erotica is getting betta and betta. That’s a great sign that we’re making choices for ourselves and we’re not afraid of what turns us on. Reading through some of these diverse and hot stories was fun, and some of it was a turn-on, which is sort of the whole point, right? I have to say, after dealing with breast cancer and heavy-duty treatments for the past two years, it takes quite a lot to get my juices flowing. But I’ll get better and my van will be rocking again soon. And some of the images from this collection will be right on the tip of my… well, you get the idea. Read on, and get off.