Authors: Valerie Gray; Louis Kahn Nin; Sandra Boise; Gabriel Kellgren; Kelly Greene; Daniella Mayze; David Hawthorne

About: Valerie Gray has been delighting and shocking readers with her candid, taboo-shattering fiction, and now offers an anthology she has edited that is just as frank, explicit and free in expression of human emotions, needs, and lusts. "We live in such fearful, politically correct times," she writes in the introduction, "especially when it comes to the publishing of erotica, porn, romantica, romance, sensuality…There are lists of taboos, don't do this, we can't have that, because everyone is…afraid."

While assembling this anthology, Ms. Gray told writers, "Be honest and don't be afraid." The writers in this book--some Olympia Press regulars, some new--candidly reveal true humanity when it comes to fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, perverts and nymphets, bathroom freaks and S/M wannabes.

This is the first volume in what promises to be a ground-breaking series in contemporary literary erotica, a series that will present quality work other publishing companies are afraid to go.

Excerpt:

He kissed his way down my body; he sucked on my breasts. The harder he sucked the more I loved it. I couldn't keep still . . .

I told him: harder.

And harder and harder he sucked, holding my breast steady as he tried to put all of me in his mouth. Then he changed his method. He started to use his teeth. The moment I felt that intense pain/pleasure I nearly came again. His fingers found my pussy as he sucked me. I was in heaven with his mouth on my tits and his fingers on my clit. He rubbed me, and then he moved lower to my vagina.

It stung slightly from the stretching before. He dipped his finger in me and stroked. He stroked and stroked, while he sucked. One finger became two and he rubbed and he rubbed. Two figures became three, and the burn came back.

The burn.

It hurt yet it made me wetter.

The burn felt good and bad all at once.

Then he bit my nipple, so gently, and my pussy tightened, undoing all his work. So he had to start again.

One finger.

Two.

Three fingers.

Four.

He stroked me.

He fucked me with his hands.