The following excerpt is from "Girona, 1960," by Stella Sandberg.

Then Charlie kissed her insistently and pressed her against the wall. It felt odd, but not unpleasant. The kiss soon made her breathless, and the grinding of Charlie's jean-clad crotch against her own made her clit swell. Charlie didn't waste any time before she undid Jamie's belt buckle and button fly and stuck her hand in her jeans. Charlie's fingers tugged slightly on the damp tuft of dark hair, out of recklessness rather than any studied sadism.

Jamie winced a little when Charlie touched her sensitive clit, and Charlie perceived it and avoided direct contact. Instead she let her hand slip and slide in the hot wetness of Jamie's cunt. Before Jamie knew it, Charlie had shoved a finger inside her. Jamie never let anybody do that, not even Doris. That was simply not the way it went. But she let it happen now, surprised at how easily she succumbed to the bittersweet pleasure of being taken. She'd thought her armor more solid than that. But it only took one cocky tomboy, unlike any she'd met before, and she was done in.

Charlie fucked her with her hand for a bit, kissing and biting Jamie's lips. She had her other hand around the back of Jamie's neck, tickling the short, downy hair there and teasing the nerves, making goose bumps all the way down Jamie's back. Jamie had hardly known she had such a sensitive neck. There was a lot she hadn't known about herself. Like how she longed to lose control, for instance.

Charlie turned her around, making her face the wall, still fucking her with her hand. The other hand had left Jamie's neck and was pinching and kneading her pale, muscular buttocks instead. Then the hand left her arse and fumbled with something else, presumably Charlie's own fly.

Something slid into Jamie from behind, something larger and smoother than a finger. Though not cooler-it must have been warmed to body temperature inside Charlie's slacks. Jamie was shocked. Not even she had one of those! Charlie's cruel mistress must be well equipped.

It stung ever so slightly but that was to be expected, since technically, she was-had been- Anyway, she was not the one to whine about a little pain. It felt right somehow, like penitence. She knew she had no other choice than to relax and receive. Bracing herself would only make it hurt more, and she wasn't sure she needed to repent that badly. Charlie wasn't going to stop. She'd seemed like a sweet enough kid, a bit forward but no match for Jamie. Or so Jamie had thought. But she must have some pent-up frustration from being that lady's toy-Jamie could tell from the determined way she thrust into her.

So she relaxed and received. Charlie had her in a firm grip around her leather-clad waist, both her hands pressing on Jamie's clit. With each jerk of her hips the pressure of her hands increased too. Now Jamie had an awfully sensitive clit. She used to get off just from riding her motorbike. She suspected Charlie did, too, from the way she was panting as she rubbed against Jamie's arse. Anyway, that meant it didn't take much for her to come, but she was unprepared for what the orgasm felt like with the cock inside her too. Normally, she felt the contractions as vague spasms, but now her muscles had something to grip and every time they contracted the pleasure intensified. It beat the breath out of her so that she couldn't suppress a groan.

Apparently pleased with her accomplishment, Charlie let herself go and came, as well. Jamie could hear her gasp right next to her ear. Her red curls tickled Jamie's neck as she momentarily rested her head on Jamie's shoulder, then her head was gone and she was all buttoned up before Jamie had the chance to collect herself. When Jamie turned around to face her, flushing cheeks and somewhat rapid breathing were the only signs she showed of any illicit activity. As for Jamie, she leaned heavily against the church wall, still fumbling with her button fly. She, who was always so cool and collected!

Excerpted from Best Women's Erotica 2010, an anthology edited by Kathleen Warnock and published by Cleis Press.

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And it looks like Lucy isn't the only one to show some skin in this series, either. We don't know about you, but we're going to be signing up for Starz post haste.

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The following excerpt is from "In a Handbasket," by Alison Tyler.

The heat surrounded us: Santa Monica in the summertime, melting popsicles and no lights on; that electric smell of hot asphalt and salt breezes. And Cal's mouth working me, tongue ringing my clit, those warm strong hands opening me up now, drumming, strumming in a heady rhythm along the crack of my ass.

"You said you were a believer," I remembered suddenly, gazing down into his coffee-brown eyes, seeing the humor that I always saw when he looked at me-realizing in a flash it was because this was the first time I'd ever looked down at him, first time I was ever above.

But then he hosted me up, lifting me in his arms so I had to put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, feeling his muscles through his seat-dampened T-shirt. I could have put my palms up flat on the ceiling if I'd wanted to. Instead, I gripped into his arms, knowing he was going to-what was it?

"Fellowship of light with darkness," Cal murmured, letting me feel the head of his cock at the split of my lips. Letting me steel myself now for the first taste of him.

"Does fellowship mean fuck?" I asked innocently.

"Only someone who wears a sinner on her chest would ask a question like that," Cal teased. And then he got quiet, because he'd felt me squeeze him. Tight. Once again and then release. He responded by plunging forward, driving firmly inside for me. And sweet Jesus, right then I started to think I might become a believer for real.

A believer in me and Caleb.

Forget Cain. We were able. Able to fuck like a dream. His hands moving, holding, lifting me so that I felt weightless, as if we were fucking in water, fucking in heat that's both breathable and surrounding. Flames licking our skin. the sound of fire crackling.

Caleb's strong, hard body pinned me to the wall, held me firmly then brought me down over and over on the length of his shaft. The pleasure floored me. Or lifted me up. I couldn't comprehend the sweetness, sparked with pain from his size, from the way that he stretched me. I'd heard of being fucked hard, fucked until you could feel that cock hammering against the back of your throat. But I never had that feeling until Caleb brought me to the bed, set me down and got behind me.

Here we were, bringing that picture to life, becoming the image that all of those dirty-minded people pictured when they saw us walking, when they saw two friends together. This was the culmination of all those stares. And they were right, those filthy-thinking people. Being fucked by Caleb was transcendent, shattering in that way that makes you flutter inside, every nerve ending alive-every fiber on fire.

Caleb gripped my hair in one fist and pulled as he fucked me, as he sealed himself into me, whispering sweet words the whole time. Not scripture, but promises, or rather confessions: how he'd wanted to do this from the start. How he was one of those dirty-minded people who imagined what I'd look like naked whenever he saw me.

"Like a sinner?" I whispered.

"We're all sinners," he sighed, as he came.

I slid one hand on top of his, pumping against my clit, showing him the way to take me there, letting his finger do the trick, so that I climaxed right after him, melting with him into the heat.

But he recovered quicker that I did, gripping me into his arms, holding me against him as the breeze barely stirred my lacy curtains.

"You know," I told him, turning to look into his eyes, "we're going to hell."

He laughed, that rumbling baritone laugh that I've always loved. "At least, chicklet, we'll be there together."

Excerpted from "Best Women's Erotica 2010," an anthology edited by Violet Blue and published by Cleis Press.

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Well, if you ask us, it might just look a bit like VCX's "Stripped — A Confessional," a tale of five couples in therapy revealing their deepest, darkest secrets...and having a whole lot of hot sex, too. We're still waiting on our review copy—but in the meantime, take a sneak peek at this gallery generously given to us by VCX.

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Celebrating the beauties who love to eat brains, My Zombie Pinup is equal parts sexy and scary (okay, maybe it's more scary). With beautiful babes doused in blood (and more than few oozing sores), it's not for the weak of heart (or stomach)—but if you're of the mind that decay just brings out a girl's inner beauty, well, have we got the calendar for you.

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After the bright moonlight of the roof the inside of the house seemed absolutely black, and Melody eased herself down to the floor cautiously and in complete silence. As her feet touched floorboards the lights came on, startling her despite her knowledge of more or less what was going to happen. She froze, allowing the man who had been waiting to one side of the window to catch her easily, twisting her arms behind her back and quickly cuffing her as he spoke.

‘What have we here then, a burglar, and a girl at that to judge by the feel of you.'

He had taken a grip on the back of her mask, which was pulled roughly down, and as Melody turned her head she found that she was looking up into the face of a tall, dark haired man in full police uniform with a sergeant's stripes on his sleeve. A badge gave his name – Stern – and she immediately thought of the brat spanker of Metrocity. Not that it mattered who he was, because she was helpless, while his voice had been cool and amused with not a hint of mercy. Already her choice seemed insane, and yet her body was responding for all the rapidly building emotions in her head.

‘Let's have a look at you then.'

She was hustled into the middle of the room, an attic completely bare save for a plain wooden chair set close to one wall. Melody swallowed, already sure of its purpose and her bottom cheeks tightened in anticipation of a spanking. He had folded his arms across the breadth of his chest as he stood back, his mouth flickering into a cruel smile as he took her in.

‘Well, well, very nice, and so young. This is your first offence, I suppose?'

Melody managed a weak nod and he went on.

‘I guessed as much. No need to make this formal then, I don't think. In fact what a young girl like you really needs is a good old-fashioned spanking, which is exactly what I'm going to give you.'

She tried to answer, but all that escaped her lips was a whimper. He wasted no time, stepping forward to take a powerful grip on her elbow. Cuffed and helpless, Melody could do nothing to resist as she was frog-marched to the chair and placed across his lap in spanking position. She'd known it was going to happen, and she'd known she needed it before her fucking, but now that she was going to get it her stomach was fluttering and her muscles were twitching in apprehension as he laid one huge hand across the seat of her cat suit.

‘Yes, a good old-fashioned spanking, and then …'

He didn't finish the sentence, but Melody knew what he meant and a sob escaped her lips at the thought, her bottom spanked pink before his cock was inserted between her rosy cheeks, only not up her bottom this time, but into her virgin sex. Not that he was in any hurry, fondling her cheeks through the taut material of her cat suit and applying only the occasional gentle slap to make her cheeks wobble. Suddenly her legs had been hauled wide, to show off the bulge of her pussy, every detail of her lips outlined in tight, wet, black cotton. A finger touched and he'd begun to trace the outline of her sex, setting her gasping and wriggling in helpless response. He gave a low chuckle.

‘Horny little one, aren't you? But you needn't think you're going to get away without a spanking.'

Melody shook her head, very sure she would be spanked, and hard. Again he began to caress her bottom, and to smack, only harder now, with firm, stinging slaps that made her yelp and kick her feet. She knew she'd soon be over the pain, her bottom hot and ready, but that did nothing to dilute it, nor her sense of humiliation as he spoke once more, his hand now resting across the meat of her cheeks.‘

Excerpted from Slave to the Machine by Aishling Morgan, published by Xcite Books.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Aishling Morgan.

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And what a celebration! With a cast containg everyone from Aria Giovanni and Sasha Grey (with stops along the way for Cytherea, Emily Marily, Rebeca Linares, and—hell, just about every woman you've ever been in love with), "High Strung Women" promises quite a feast for the eyes...and some other parts, too. But you don't have to take our word for it: Andrew's kindly provided these preview stills for you to enjoy.

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This sample gallery—which they've kindly made available to Fleshbot readers—comes from their latest Faye + Georgia extravaganza, "Frisky Friends" (a most accurate description for the couple, if you ask us). Having seen the rest of the set (and some video, too!), we can assure you that this is just the tip of the iceberg...if you'd like to see what we mean, just mosey on over here to find out.

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The following excerpt is from "Urgent Message," Rachel Kramer Bussel's tale of inflight cybersex.

Brandon brings out the dirty girl inside me, the girl my straight-A, choir and track team member former self could never have imagined. Even now, I retain so much of my good-girl polish, at least on the outside. Before Brandon, I dated guys who would never think of wanting a lady on the streets and a whore in the bedroom. "Whore" probably wasn't even in their vocabulary, whereas Brandon loved to taunt me with it, whispering it in my ear as I teetered on that perilous, wondrous brink of orgasm, knowing that the prospect of being a woman of the night would send me crashing over the edge.

Where are your panties, young lady? was blinking on my screen-in red. Next thing I knew, he'd be going to all caps.

Just a sec, I typed, feeling a rush of wetness soak said item of clothing.

My panties were already skimpy to begin with; I like to travel wearing my sexiest undies to remind me that while I may not have my man with me, I have something to look forward to when I go home. In fact, most of my plain-Jane, boring cotton panties have gone by the wayside in favor of silk, satin, lace and mesh in a rainbow of colors. Brandon has made his mark all over my body, and in my dresser drawers.

I pondered how best to go about this. Removing my bra in the locker room in college without showing my tits was easier than this maneuver would be. I placed the laptop on the tray in front of me, then undid my seat belt, trying to be as silent as possible so as not to attract attention. I reached into the waistband of my skirt and pushed one edge of my panties down one hip, then did the same with the other.

I had to get them down far enough so that I could wiggle them the rest of the way with my legs. My face was hot, and surely blushing, as he continued to type away, the screen refreshing as I squirmed. I wish I could see you slithering out of those panties, wish I could see between your legs to what they were covering. Even though I just tasted you this morning, baby, I miss you already. It's just not the same without you, but I'm trying.

Tell me what you're doing. I have my panties halfway down my thighs, I typed back in a flash, grateful for all those years of temping that had gifted me with the ability to type one-hundred words per minute, or one-handed, if need be. I wiggled against the seat, shifting one leg and hip, then the other, as I felt my panties move slowly down my legs.

Excerpted from "The Mile High Club," an anthology of plane sex stories edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press.

You can read reviews at Erotica Revealed and Adult Friend Finder.

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Sounds to us like a match made in heaven.

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No, you're not imagining things: you've just entered the world of furries, documented in Michael Cogliantry's "Furverts," a whimsical board book with twelve photos of hot fursuit action. Depending on your inclinations, the book is either an amusing look at an oft misunderstood sexual subculture or a Kama Sutra for the furry set; either way, we invite you to take a peek at the action inside.

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New Sensations has already impressed with their XXX takes on "The Office" and "Scrubs"—so it's no surprise to see that they've lined up a stellar cast of porn doppelgangers for their erotic reimagining of "Seinfeld." Take a look to see how the pornstars match up to their mainstream counterparts.

(Oh, and before you ask: "Gorge" and "Noman" are nonsex roles, and no, we have no idea why Sasha Grey and Sadie West are playing themselves. Maybe famous comedians like "Gerry" pass the time palling around with pornstars?)

Seinfeld: Jerry (Jerry Seinfeld)
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Seinfeld: George (Jason Alexander)
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Seinfeld: Susan (Heidi Swedberg)
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Seinfeld: Soup Nazi (Larry Thomas)
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And the obligatory additional female roles:

Regina: Ashlynn Brooke

Video Clerk: London Keys

Teri: Cassandra Calogera

Sasha Grey: Sasha Grey

Sadie West: Sadie West

And, because New Sensations loves us, here's a little bonus gallery of some of this parody's hottest talent. Enjoy!

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Referencing puerile classics like "Raging Balls," "The Wizard of Cunt," "Live Free & Fuck Hard," "Fucks With Wolves," "Diddler on the Roof," "One Fucked Over the Cuckold's Nest," "Midnight Cowgirl," "Schindler's Fist," and the Japanese tentacle porn themed musical "The Sound of Hard Fucking," the girls eventually review spoof scenes crafted around such pornified titles as "Hairy Pussy & the Sorcerer's Bone," "E.T.: The Extra Testicle," "Spiderpussy," and "A Cock In Lips Now" before turning on each other in a juicy display of sapphic authenticity assured to curl toes and melt your new high definition screen.

What kind of antics does the movie include? Well, for starters, Bree's especially entertaining as a military assassin sent to the jungles of Southeast Asia to liquidate Col. Dick Hurtz, played convincingly enough by the muscle bound stud Tommy Gunn. In the process of trying to fuck each other within an inch of their beautiful lives, they nearly demolish the set (accidents will happen!). Madison Scott plays a particularly emotionally unbalanced super heroine in "Spiderpussy," unleashing a hauntingly ferocious sexual performance on Evan Stone. Fleshbot Crush Object Shawna Lenee beefs up her international relations credentials (pun well intended) with Latin born Marco, and manages to tackle thorny national security issues at the same time—with her tiny, wet, pink butterfly! (Lou Dobbs would be impressed!) And last but not least, Dane Cross apes a popular bespectacled young wizard whose brainy gal pal turns out to be a pussy hair's breadth shy of a full blown sex addict behind closed doors. Baby faced newcummer Jewel Styles plays Horny Whoremoine, ever inventing new perils for her beau to conquer in the quest for harder kink.

"Bree's Big Screw Review" is set to release through Adam & Eve in 2009, but you can sneak a peek with us right now by checking out these behind the scenes photos we snapped just for you. Keep your fingers crossed for another episode!

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Well, look at that! Justine Joli, on Mars! We always knew she was destined for greatness.

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