In the Flesh is a monthly reading series held the third Thursday of every month at the appropriately named Happy Ending Lounge, and features the city's best erotic writers sharing stories to get you hot and bothered, hosted and curated by erotic writer/editor Rachel Kramer Bussel (Best Sex Writing series, Do Not Disturb, Spanked, Dirty Girls, etc.). From erotic poetry to down and dirty smut, these authors get naked on the page and will make you lust after them and their words. Themed nights have included True Sex Confessions, Revenge of the Sex Columnists, GLBT Night, and Comedy Sex. Readers have included Laura Antoniou, Mo Beasley, Susie Bright, Lily Burana, Jessica Cutler, Stephen Elliott, Martha Garvey, Gael Greene, Andy Horwitz, Debra Hyde, Maxim Jakubowski, Josh Kilmer-Purcell, Tsaurah Litzky, Suzanne Portnoy, Sofia Quintero, M.J. Rose, Danyel Smith, Grant Stoddard, Cecilia Tan, Carol Taylor, Veronica Vera, Zane and others. In The Flesh debuted in October 2005. Contact rachelkramerbussel at for bookings, press, or questions. Click here In The Flesh: Los Angeles. “…writer and host Rachel Kramer Bussel welcomes eroticism of all stripes, spots and textures to the Happy Ending lounge on the Lower East Side.,” New York Times UrbanEye newsletter, August 15, 2007 email rachelkramerbussel at for booking or other information or interview requests

Monday, December 18, 2006

A Stan Kent teaser

Stan Kent is one of my favorite writers and I'm SO thrilled he's going to grace us with his sexy British accent and HOT HOT HOT story "Solemate" from Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 on Wednesday. Come on out for cupcakes, candy canes, and sexy stories! And thank you to the New Yorker for listing us again!

Here's an excerpt from "Solemate" by Stan Kent:

I moved the shoes in small circular patterns, getting the feel of the shoe leather on her skin. She seemed to like it because she gently rocked her ass to encourage the motions. It gave me confidence so I decided to try a little slap. Using my right hand, I raised one of the Choos a few inches and brought it down softly. Her ass jiggled and accommodated the shoe as I pressed the sole into her skin. Next I tried my left hand and then back to the right, getting my rhythm with each harder slap. It was just like playing the drums. I could do this.

“Harder. I want Jimmy Choo tattooed on my ass. I want to feel like you’re dancing on my butt.”

I thought I’d been doing damn good for a novice, but if she wanted more pain, who was I to protest? I raised my right hand high and brought the Jimmy Choo down with all the force I could muster, hitting her right cheek square on its sweet spot. The sound was awesome, like a loud clap, and as I pulled the shoe away and raised my left hand I saw the results of my handiwork. A shoe-shaped imprint with the Jimmy Choo name glowed pale pink against her China doll skin. I gave her a matching one on her left cheek and repeated the spanking from left to right until her ass was a tapestry of Jimmy Choo tattoos.

As I’d been flailing away, she’d been wiggling her ass, raising it towards me, uttering mews of encouragement and little moans of pain and delight as she arched her back like a cat, her fingers dancing over her pussy, patting her clit as I swatted her ass with a continuous rain of shoe spanks, her moans growing in intensity over the thunderclaps of sole on ass until I recognized, “Oh Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. Yes, that’s good Jimmy. Beat my ass, Jimmy. Beat it good. Leave your mark on me.”
I was going to correct her as to my name, but then I realized she was praising the shoe designer, not me. So I gave her what she wanted. I was a blur of swinging arms and pounding Jimmy Choos.