An Eye for Aesthetics

Attention, UK aesthetes! Hook up with Desire Presents Swinging v. 4 no. 2 to read my story "An Eye for Aesthetics":

She’d never even fantasized about a foursome, let alone contemplated it seriously. She’d never fantasized about a threesome, for that matter. Colleen had healthy carnal appetites and a vivid sexual imagination, but her creativity generally ran to exotic one-on-one vignettes.

But the two characters hogging the cruise ship’s billiard table were so aesthetic to Colleen.

The Essensual Jeremy Edwards

I'm very excited to announce that I will have the honor of appearing at the marvelous Monica Day's fun and sexy New York event on Saturday night, March 19!

Edwards historians will note that this is my second time on a bill with the sensational Aimee Herman. As for Epstein and Hassan: Well, they had me at "Burns & Allen"—I can't wait!

Here's the full press release:

Essensuality: An Evening of Erotic Expression

Sex, love, relationship…
Anger, passion, longing…
Unspoken desires, unrealized fantasies,
Unheard of sensual adventures…

...Essensuality invites out the essence of sensuality. The raw, vulnerable, uncensored, tender – usually private – moments step out into the spotlight to be shared. In poetry, spoken word, dance. Comedy, storytelling, music. Or some genre of your own imagination.

The evening will include: Featured acts, open mic performances, and spontaneous combustion…not necessarily in that order. Comfortable seating in the round, a limited bar, and an unrushed evening of erotic expression. Opportunities to laugh, cry…and blush.
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Bring yourself, your friends, your lovers. Your desire, your embarrassment, your uncertainty. It’s all welcome here! After all, that’s what it is to be a sensual being. And that’s what we’re celebrating...the sensuality that lives — whether hidden or on the sleeve — of every single one of us.

FEATURED PERFORMERS 3/19/11

*She's Black, He's Jewish, They're Married, Oy Vey!
Essensuality welcomes back Epstein and Hassan, known on the NYC comedy circuit as The Black and the Jew, a husband and wife comedy team willing to talk about “all things that make us nervous!” New York Daily News has called them “the Burns & Allen or the Lucy & Desi of the new millennium.” They will bring their unique blend of shoot-from-the-hip truth-telling and hilarious insights on relationships, politics, families, race and, of course, sex. Epstein and Hassan will reveal how BlackJew Love Technology could save the planet!

*Jeremy Edwards (www.jeremyedwardserotica.com) writes quirky erotic fiction celebrating joyful sensuality, libidinous urgency, offbeat romanticism, and the pleasures of language and laughter. His novel Rock My Socks Off is an eroto-comedic romp through academia, live television, and a dysfunctional rocking-horse museum. The book takes on a theatrical dimension at Essensuality, as the author performs a favorite chapter in a live reading seasoned with improv and audience participation.

*Performance poet, Aimee Herman, works as editor of erotica for Oysters & Chocolate. She has performed at various reading series including In the Flesh, Queer Lit Carnival and The Red Umbrella Diaries in NYC. She can be read in the anthologies, Best Lesbian Love Stories (Alyson Books), Best Women’s Erotica 2010 (Cleis Press) and Nice Girls, Naughty Sex (Cleis). She promises to excite, enthrall, entice and...perhaps even reveal all!

Tickets are $10 in advance, $12 at the door
For tickets and information: www.thesensuallife.com/events
TO PERFORM: Contact Monica Day by email monica@thesensuallife.com or call 215-901-1327.

*Special Note:*
This performance of Essensuality is the finale of the four-day festival:
The Sexual Act: An Experimental Erotic Performance Art Festival
"Exploring intimacy and how we relate to it"
Wed-Sat, March 16-19, 2011
To learn more about the other performances, and obtain a discounted festival pass go to http://passionatepersuasions.blogspot.com/

Nice Writers, Naughty Interviews

The Nice Girls, Naughty Sex interview series has kicked off! Click on through to hop aboard. (Brace yourself, Donna—we're hopping aboard!)

Marriage of Convenience

Even with the stars’ horny and often exhibitionistic antics complicating the typical shooting day, spirits were high on the set of Marriage of Convenience, a romantic comedy about a rivalry between convenience-store chains that ends in love, marriage and merger.

You can read the adventures of my made-up movie stars Trish Burton and Greg Levine in Sex at Work, now available. (Well, movie stars are always made up, aren't they?) Trish and Greg are in this anthology with lots of other frisky made-up people belonging, f'rinstance, to Rachel Kramer Bussel, Heidi Champa, Justine Elyot, K D Grace, Kay Jaybee, Sylvia Lowry, Sommer Marsden, and Charlotte Stein.

An All-Out Food Festival

The new Oysters & Chocolate anthology, Nice Girls, Naughty Sex, is now available!

NGNS is edited by those fabulous O&C honchos, Jordan LaRousse and Samantha Sade, and it contains my story "Eastern Daylight Time." (For complete lineup, go here.)

And, like my protagonist, you get a sample:

Today’s street fair, an all-out food festival, seemed like paradise, and Nancy wasn’t even hungry. She was simply happy to be here. She had donned the little peach dress that she’d picked up on clearance last October, and the white sun hat she’d had forever. Summer rippled through her blood vessels, and the vitality of the city pulsed up from the asphalt, straight through the soles of her sandals, to power her liberated strides.

She stopped just before an intersection. From her vantage point, the fair was infinite: The parade of delicacies continued in all directions, with the usual traffic diverted into another world. She hesitated while considering which way to proceed.

“Hey, Peach.”

She turned her head. The woman at the last booth on the block had beautiful gray eyes, and they were locked on Nancy’s.

“Want to try some vegan yummies?”

Why did the way she said that innocent word, yummies, make Nancy feel as if the woman were grabbing her ripe summer ass?

“Yes,” said Nancy, approaching the booth and forgetting that she wasn’t hungry. “I think I’d like that.”

She began to fish in her purse while the woman plucked some sort of dumpling from a curry-bright bath, depositing it on a plate with her tongs.

And then there was a hand on Nancy’s wrist, warm through the flimsy food-service glove. “Nothin’ doin’,” said the woman. “I’m giving you a sample.”

“Really? I mean . . . thank you.” Flustered but pleased, Nancy snapped her purse shut. She was turned on by the sensation of her flesh being handled, sanitarily, like a piece of food. It didn’t even occur to her to walk on, plate in hand, as she’d done with countless other tidbits at countless other street fairs. She felt she owed it to the gray-eyed woman to show her how much she appreciated complimentary morsels of inventive, skillfully prepared delectables.

The sauce was piquant and heady, like a complex perfume; and the filling tasted sharp, earthy, and savory—like an aroused woman, Nancy couldn’t help thinking. “Mm. What am I eating?”

The woman laughed. “I like your spirit, Peach: bite first, ask questions later.” The woman hesitated, and then her lower lip trembled almost imperceptibly as she extended her hand and added, “I’m Tina.” As they shook, Nancy saw hope in Tina’s eyes—for an instant her affect was ingenuous and vulnerable, rather than seasoned and breezy.