I’ve
known
Amanda
Earl
for
nearly
a
decade,
having
met
her
(as
is
the
case
with
so
many
other
fellow
authors)
through
the
Erotica
Readers
&
Writers
Association.
She
contributed
two
stories
to
Cream,
the
ERWA
anthology
I
edited
in
2006.
However,
I
didn’t
fully
appreciate
Amanda’s
artistry,
passion
and
erudition
until
she
joined
the
Oh
Get
a
Grip
group
blog
in
2013.
She
only
stayed
a
year
before
moving
on
to
other
creative
ventures,
but
that
was
long
enough
for
me
to
recognize
her
for
the
remarkable
individual
she
is.
I
was
thrilled
when
she
agreed
to
work
with
me
in
compiling
this
Coming
Together
Presents
volume.
While
editing
on
this
collection,
I’ve
had
the
chance
to
read
(and
re-read)
far
more
of
Amanda’s
erotica
than
I’d
done
before.
In
the
aftermath,
I’m
still
soaked.
Amanda’s
stories
exhibit
great
diversity,
but
all
are
designed
to
arouse.
The
stories
in
this
book
run
the
gamut
from
raw
and
transgressive
(“Sir
North”,
“Daddy
Complex”)
to
wistful
and
tender
(“Typing
for
Jack”,
“Mercy
and
the
Man
in
the
Dark
Suit”)
to
playful
(“Cinderella
and
the
Glass
Dildo”,
“Jesus,
Melinda
and
the
Undead”)
to
desperately
dark
(“The
Vessel”,
“Sex
with
an
Old
Woman”).
In
these
pages,
you’ll
find
humor
and
irony,
satire
and
philosophy,
and
pretty
much
every
shade
of
pleasure
imaginable.
Amanda’s
fiction
explores
lust
in
all
its
compelling
urgency
and
celebrates
the
incandescent
experience
of
mutual
sexual
satisfaction.
But
don’t
look
for
romance;
although
her
characters
may
share
affection,
respect,
the
thrill
of
recognizing
common
or
complementary
fantasies,
she’s
not
really
interested
in
happily
ever
after.
To
quote
from
her
glorious
tale,
“The
Adulteress”:
I'm
not going to pine away for the guy after he's gone. Or maybe I will,
just a little bit, here in my lonely apartment with the candles
burning bright. I might obsess about him just a smidge. Fantasize
about fucking him again. Write for hours or days about the encounter
or turn to a fresh, blank page. It depends on how good we are
together. I suspect my Romanian playwright and I will fuck like gods.
Even the way he looks at me turns my knees to jelly, my cunt to
cream.
This
is
literary—and
literate—erotica.
Be
warned,
though.
Amanda
doesn’t
mince
words.
She’s
graphic
in
her
descriptions,
ferocious
in
her
explication
of
desire,
no
matter
how
wild,
dangerous,
messy
and
socially
unacceptable
its
form.
This
isn’t
a
book
for
the
faint
of
heart.
I
suspect
Amanda’s
proud
of
this
fact.
Like
all
books
in
the
Coming
Together
Presents
imprint,
this
collection
benefits
a
charity
selected
by
the
author.
Amanda
has
chosen
GMHC (GMHC.org), which provides worldwide AIDS/HIV prevention,
care and advocacy throughout the world. Amanda and her husband have
participated in the GMHC Walk for Life in Ottawa for a decade. All
proceeds from sales of Coming Together
Presents Amanda Earl will go
toward helping to end the epidemic and improving the quality of life
for those living with AIDS/HIV.
So
even as you’re squirming in your seat, amazed and aroused by
Amanda’s carnal creations, you can know that you’re actually
doing a good deed.
Enjoy!
~Lisabet
Excerpt from "The Coriolis Effect"
F/F Vampire erotica
Lou
grabs
the
collar
of
my
shirt,
trying
to
get
at
my
neck.
She
licks
and
sucks
my
throat.
I
get
goose
bumps
down
the
length
of
my
entire
body.
God!
It
feels
good.
I’m
so
wet.
“You
smell
delicious,”
she
says
as
she
rips
off
my
shirt
buttons
then
tears
my
camisole
right
off
my
body.
My
tits
are
hard.
She
sucks
at
them
like
she’s
starving,
wraps
her
hands
around
me,
then
I
feel
her
fingernails
scratching
my
naked
back.
It’s
like
she
has
hands
everywhere.
Suddenly
she’s
got
my
skirt
off.
Suddenly
I’m
standing
there
in
nothing
but
my
stockings
and
high
heels.
She
pushes
me
down
onto
the
bed,
on
my
hands
and
knees,
then
pulls
off
her
pants.
She
comes
around
to
me
with
a
harness
in
her
hand
and
this
dildo,
which
she
straps
on
and
then
makes
me
suck.
She
coats
it
in
the
baby
oil
I
keep
on
my
nightstand
and
then
walks
behind
me.
My
body
is
wet,
taut
and
excited.
“Relax,
baby.
Just
relax,”
Lou
says
as
she
rubs
my
shoulders,
back,
buttocks,
calves,
heels
and
toes,
then
puts
her
hand
between
my
legs.
“Open
your
legs,”
she
whispers.
She
traces
the
outline
of
my
cunt
with
her
finger.
“Bet
you
wish
Ruth
was
doing
this
to
you.”
She
leans
her
body
over
mine.
One
of
her
fingers
strokes
the
curve
of
my
ass.
I
moan
as
I
hear
the
slick
wet
sound
of
a
finger
sliding
into
my
asshole.
As
I
writhe
in
time
to
her
slowly
pumping
fingers,
I
wish
she’d
speed
up.
I
want
to
move
now,
want
to
be
taken.
And
yeah,
she’s
right.
I
wish
it
was
Ruth
doing
the
taking.
The
unremitting regularity of her body on mine drives me insane.
“This
wouldn’t
be
enough
for
Ruth,
baby.
She
needs
more,”
she
says
quietly
as
she
pushes
the
dildo
into
my
ass,
inch
by
excruciating
inch.
I
want to dwell on what Lou’s saying but my need to let go and be
totally fucked takes over.
She
drives the dildo deep into me. Fuck. It feels good. She’s fingering
my clit at the same time. I’m wet and hot and swollen. My tits rub
against the sweat-soaked sheets as she plunges deep into me.
“Imagine
Ruth
is
sucking
at
your
neck
now.”
I
remember
the
feel
of
Ruth’s
lips
against
my
cool
neck
on
the
rooftop.
“You
can
hear
her
breathing
heavily
into
your
ear,”
Lou
says
as
she
moves
her
body
slowly
and
steadily
against
mine.
The
dildo
pushes
into
me,
triggering
a
tightness
in
my
cunt.
“Ruth
needs
you,
baby.”
We’re
moving
faster
now.
“She
wants
to
bite
your
neck.”
I’m
so
open.
Lou’s
finger
enters
my
cunt.
“She
needs
your
blood.”
That’s
enough
to
set
me
over
the
edge.
My
fingers
grasp
the
sheets
and
I
cry
out
as
I
come.
All Romance / OmniLit ~ Amazon ~ Smashwords ~ Create Space
About the Author
Amanda
Earl
is
a
feisty
bitch
who
leads
a
lascivious
life
in
Ottawa,
Canada
with
her
husband,
Charles,
and
her
inamorato,
Tom.
She
is
an
imaginative
wench
with
her
thumbs
up
the
arse
of
various
creative
bodies,
including
but
not
limited
to
poetry,
fiction,
theatre
and
visual
poetry.
In
2004
she
began
writing
smut
for
the
sheer
joy
of
writing
openly
about
sex
and
letting
her
filthy
imagination
run
wild.
Of
great
assistance
in
her
quest
was
the
Erotica
Readers
and
Writers
Association,
which
has
published
thirty
four
of
her
stories
and
flash
fiction
in
the
Gallery
and
Archive
(Treasure
Chest).
Under
the
helm
of
Adrienne
Benedicks,
ERWA,
which
is
comprised
of
beginner
and
experienced
writers,
editors
and
publishers,
has
been
instrumental
in
Amanda’s
development
as
a
smut
writer.
Her
fiction
has
appeared
in
numerous
anthologies,
including
four
times
in
Maxim
Jakubowski’s
Mammoth
Book
of
Best
New
Erotica;
Cream,
The
Best
of
The
Erotica
Readers
and
Writers
Association;
five
Cleis
Press
anthologies
edited
by
Rachel
Kramer
Bussel;
and
gritty
urban
online
and
printed
‘zines
such
as
Urban
Graffiti,
Front&Centre
Magazine,
the
Moose
and
Pussy,
Lies
with
Occasional
Truth,
UnlikelyStories,
and
Postscripts
to
Darkness.
Amanda
is
the
managing
editor
of
Bywords.ca,
a
hub
for
Ottawa’s
literary
community,
and
the
fallen
angel
of
AngelHousePress
and
its
transgressive
imprint
DevilHouse.
Her
first
trade
poetry
book,
Kiki,
inspired
by
the
multi-talented
Roaring
Twenties
Parisian
strumpet,
Kiki
of
Montparnasse,
comes
out
in
September,
2014.
After
having
been
gravely
ill
in
2009,
Amanda
has
an
extravagant
propensity
for
joy
and
trouble.
For
more
on
her
shenanigans,
please
visit
AmandaEarl.com
or
connect
with
her
on
Twitter
@KikiFolle.
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