Q] What happens when a bunch of erotic writers get together for a good cause?
A] An Intimate Education…
Featuring 22 erotic stories from authors across the globe, An Intimate Education spans a range of sexualities, genders and desires. The stories show the diversity of erotica, taking in romantic sex, kinky sex, paranormal sex and a lot more besides. All stories show that safe can be sexy. Created to celebrate the first ever Erotic World Book Day (#EWBD), all profits from An Intimate Education will go to sexual health and well-being charity Brook.
Authors include: Anna Sansom (me!), Lucy Felthouse, Charlotte Howard, Rebecca Black, Kay Jaybee, Madeline Moore, Cara Sutra, Helen J Perry & Adria Kane, Tabitha Rayne, A.M. Hartnett, Oleander Plume, Kayla Lords, Vanessa de Sade, James Gent, Anna Sky, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse, Rhyll Biest, Neil Davis, Lexie Bay, Paris Orsini and Emily Dubberley.
Extract from my story in An Intimate Education:
Melissa’s Sweet Music
“Melissa reached for my left hand and placed two of my fingers onto the strings, one above the other. “Press firmly against the fret board and strum the chord.”
I felt the metal of the strings bite a little into the soft pads of my fingertips and pressed a little harder. My thumb grazed the strings one at a time.
“Again. Louder this time.”
I strummed again and felt the chord reverberate low in my body.
“Again. Then describe the sound to me.”
I hesitated. “What do you mean? How do I describe the sound?”
“Let me show you.” Melissa took the guitar from me and settled it against her breasts. “Close your eyes and listen. Feel.”
She played the two-fingered chord loudly a few times, then more gently as she began to speak over it. “This is a minor chord. It’s a chord full of yearning. And it has a hard edge to it. I always think of it as a fuck me chord.”
I opened my eyes. “A fuck me chord?”
Melissa’s expression was serious and intense like the sound she created from the instrument. “When I hear this chord I think of a lover straddling me. She knows I’m aching for her but she won’t touch me – yet. She wants me to wait, to get to the point of begging. She teases me but it’s painful rather than playful. When I hear this chord quietly it whispers fuck me, please. When I play it loudly it becomes an order: FUCK ME!”