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Blog Tour: Rachel Kramer Bussel


Rachel Kramer Bussel ( has edited over 60 erotica anthologies, including Best Bondage Erotica of the Year, Volume 1 and 2, Spanked, Bottoms Up, Cheeky Spanking Stories, Yes, Sir, Yes, Ma’am, The Big Book of Submission, The Big Book of Orgasms, Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica and the Best Women’s Erotica of the Year series. Her own erotic stories have been published in over 100 anthologies and her nonfiction has been published in The New York Times, The Washington Post, Glamour, Marie Claire, Rolling Stone, Salon, and other publications. She teaches erotica writing workshops online and in-person and consults about erotica and sexuality nonfiction at EroticaWriting101. Follow her @raquelita on Twitter.

I’ve been interested in the BDSM genre for a long time, especially spanking and BDSM. I love seeing power play on the page, and exploring how characters push themselves to their limits, and their partners’. I think BDSM is so ripe for both super hot sex scene and looking at desire and fantasy and how we sometimes want to explore erotic acts that may not make sense in a logical, right-brain way to an outsider (and sometimes, even to ourselves), but feel like pure magic and are arousing as can be when they’re happening.

Excerpt from “Escape” by Veronique Veritas.

“Keep your eyes closed,” the woman instructs me.

I want to do it, so I comply and nod. I feel her stroke my hair approvingly.

“Now, beg,” the man demands.

I’m smoldering with want by now, but I keep acting the part while I still can. I shake my head.

He traces the lines of the ropes beneath my breasts again, then places a clamp on my left nipple.


I’m so glad they chose the clamps—one of my all-time favorites—that I give a soft moan of pleasure from my throat as I enjoy the clamp’s sharp bite and its gradual ebbing into duller pressure.

I usually put them on myself, so it’s a big step that one of them is doing it to me, but I wanted to try it and it makes me feel so hot to submit to them tonight. When he puts the clamp on my right nipple, though, the pain stays too sharp and doesn’t ebb. I give a more frantic cry and pinch the woman’s leg.

“Too hard!” she tells him, and he takes it off immediately.

After a moment, he tries again and this time, it’s in the right spot. When he asks me if it’s okay, I nod and things are fine again.

“And now do you want to beg, spy?”

I shake my head again and the rest of me starts to shiver as I feel him purposefully trace his finger from my breasts down the center of my stomach. He lingers on the rope encircling my waist and I know what’s coming next now, just not quite when. I almost beg then, not as part of the role-play, but because I want what comes next so bad.

He waits another minute, teasing my labia with the softest touches that make me squirm. And then he gingerly finds my clit and, after rubbing over it with his large thumb, I feel the last clamp firmly embrace me.

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