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  Erotica 101

  Two BFFs spend a dateless night together complaining about the absence of hot sex in their lives—until a bet over the likelihood of a steamy erotic story being just the remedy for a terminal case of horniness delivers a payoff that rocks their universe.

  Previously published in Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love, ed. Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman (Bold Strokes Books, 2006).

  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  Acclaim for Radclyffe’s Fiction

  Applause for L.L. Raand’s Midnight Hunters Series

  By Radclyffe

  Erotica 101

  About the Author

  Books Available From Bold Strokes Books

  Acclaim for Radclyffe’s Fiction

  In Prescription for Love “Radclyffe populates her small town with colorful characters, among the most memorable being Flann’s little sister, Margie, and Abby’s 15-year-old trans son, Blake…This romantic drama has plenty of heart and soul.”—Publishers Weekly

  2013 RWA/New England Bean Pot award winner for contemporary romance Crossroads “will draw the reader in and make her heart ache, willing the two main characters to find love and a life together. It’s a story that lingers long after coming to ‘the end.’”—Lambda Literary

  In 2012 RWA/FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW Aspen Gold award winner Firestorm “Radclyffe brings another hot lesbian romance for her readers.”—The Lesbrary

  Foreword Review Book of the Year finalist and IPPY silver medalist Trauma Alert “is hard to put down and it will sizzle in the reader’s hands. The characters are hot, the sex scenes explicit and explosive, and the book is moved along by an interesting plot with well drawn secondary characters. The real star of this show is the attraction between the two characters, both of whom resist and then fall head over heels.”—Lambda Literary Reviews

  Lambda Literary Award Finalist Best Lesbian Romance 2010 features “stories [that] are diverse in tone, style, and subject, making for more variety than in many, similar anthologies…well written, each containing a satisfying, surprising twist. Best Lesbian Romance series editor Radclyffe has assembled a respectable crop of 17 authors for this year’s offering.”—Curve Magazine

  2010 Prism award winner and ForeWord Review Book of the Year Award finalist Secrets in the Stone is “so powerfully [written] that the worlds of these three women shimmer between reality and dreams…A strong, must read novel that will linger in the minds of readers long after the last page is turned.”—Just About Write

  In Benjamin Franklin Award finalist Desire by Starlight “Radclyffe writes romance with such heart and her down-to-earth characters not only come to life but leap off the page until you feel like you know them. What Jenna and Gard feel for each other is not only a spark but an inferno and, as a reader, you will be washed away in this tumultuous romance until you can do nothing but succumb to it.”—Queer Magazine Online

  Lambda Literary Award winner Stolen Moments “is a collection of steamy stories about women who just couldn’t wait. It’s sex when desire overrides reason, and it’s incredibly hot!”—On Our Backs

  Lambda Literary Award winner Distant Shores, Silent Thunder “weaves an intricate tapestry about passion and commitment between lovers. The story explores the fragile nature of trust and the sanctuary provided by loving relationships.”—Sapphic Reader

  Lambda Literary Award Finalist Justice Served delivers a “crisply written, fast-paced story with twists and turns and keeps us guessing until the final explosive ending.”—Independent Gay Writer

  Lambda Literary Award finalist Turn Back Time “is filled with wonderful love scenes, which are both tender and hot.”—MegaScene

  Applause for L.L. Raand’s Midnight Hunters Series

  The Midnight Hunt

  RWA 2012 VCRW Laurel Wreath winner Blood Hunt

  Night Hunt

  The Lone Hunt

  “Raand has built a complex world inhabited by werewolves, vampires, and other paranormal beings…Raand has given her readers a complex plot filled with wonderful characters as well as insight into the hierarchy of Sylvan’s pack and vampire clans. There are many plot twists and turns, as well as erotic sex scenes in this riveting novel that keep the pages flying until its satisfying conclusion.”—Just About Write

  “Once again, I am amazed at the storytelling ability of L.L. Raand aka Radclyffe. In Blood Hunt, she mixes high levels of sheer eroticism that will leave you squirming in your seat with an impeccable multi-character storyline all streaming together to form one great read.”—Queer Magazine Online

  “The Midnight Hunt has a gripping story to tell, and while there are also some truly erotic sex scenes, the story always takes precedence. This is a great read which is not easily put down nor easily forgotten.”—Just About Write

  “Are you sick of the same old hetero vampire/werewolf story plastered in every bookstore and at every movie theater? Well, I’ve got the cure to your werewolf fever. The Midnight Hunt is first in, what I hope is, a long-running series of fantasy erotica for L.L. Raand (aka Radclyffe).”—Queer Magazine Online

  “Any reader familiar with Radclyffe’s writing will recognize the author’s style within The Midnight Hunt, yet at the same time it is most definitely a new direction. The author delivers an excellent story here, one that is engrossing from the very beginning. Raand has pieced together an intricate world, and provided just enough details for the reader to become enmeshed in the new world. The action moves quickly throughout the book and it’s hard to put down.”—Three Dollar Bill Reviews

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  Erotica 101

  © 2007 By Radclyffe. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-63555-224-9

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  Bold Strokes Books, Inc.

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  First Bold Strokes Books Electronic Edition: October 2017

  Previously published in Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love, ed. Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman (Bold Strokes Books, 2006).

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Editors: Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman

  Production Design: Bold Strokes Graphics

  Cover Design by Melody Pond

  By Radclyffe

  Romances

  Innocent Hearts

  Promising Hearts

  Love’s Melody Lost

  Love’s Tender Warriors

  Tomorrow’s Promise

  Love’s Masquerade

  shadowland

  Passion’s Bright Fury

  Fated Love

  Turn Back Time

  When Dreams Tremble

  The Lonely Hearts Club

  Night Call

  Secrets in the Stone

  Desire by Starlight

  Crossroads

  Homestead

  The Color of Love

  Secret Hearts

  Honor Series

  Above All, Honor

  Honor Bound

  Love & Honor

  Honor Guards

  Honor Reclaimed

  Honor Under Siege


  Word of Honor

  Code of Honor

  Price of Honor

  Justice Series

  A Matter of Trust (prequel)

  Shield of Justice

  In Pursuit of Justice

  Justice in the Shadows

  Justice Served

  Justice For All

  The Provincetown Tales

  Safe Harbor

  Beyond the Breakwater

  Distant Shores, Silent Thunder

  Storms of Change

  Winds of Fortune

  Returning Tides

  Sheltering Dunes

  First Responders Novels

  Trauma Alert

  Firestorm

  Oath of Honor

  Taking Fire

  Wild Shores

  Heart Stop

  Rivers Community Novels

  Against Doctor’s Orders

  Prescription for Love

  Love on Call

  Short Fiction

  Collected Stories by Radclyffe

  Erotic Interludes: Change of Pace

  Radical Encounters

  Edited by Radclyffe:

  Best Lesbian Romance 2009-2014

  Stacia Seaman and Radclyffe, eds.

  Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments

  Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love

  Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions

  Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games

  Romantic Interludes 1: Discovery

  Romantic Interludes 2: Secrets

  Breathless: Tales of Celebration

  Women of the Dark Streets

  Amore and More: Love Everafter

  Myth & Magic: Queer Fairy Tales

  By L.L. Raand

  Midnight Hunters

  The Midnight Hunt

  Blood Hunt

  Night Hunt

  The Lone Hunt

  The Magic Hunt

  Shadow Hunt

  The really good thing about having a best friend you’ve known since grade school is that you don’t have to lie about anything—she’s already seen you puke in the gutter, treat nice girls badly, fall for the bad girls who always break your heart, and generally act like an asshole. Even more important, maybe, is that you don’t have to clean the house or get dressed up when she comes by unannounced to “just hang.”

  So when Angie knocked on my door at a little after seven on Friday night, I was ensconced on the battered leather sofa in front of the fireplace in my living room, wearing baggy sweats with the cord missing from the waistband and a faded T-shirt that was once blue, reading sex stories from my favorite dyke publisher.

  “Hey,” I said as I held the door open for her. “Come on in. Want a beer or something?”

  “That’d be cool,” Angie said as she breezed by, bringing a cold rush of winter night air along with her. She draped her faux leopard jacket on the newel post and disappeared down the hall in the direction of warmth.

  I watched her go, wondering why, if she was going to wear a skirt that barely covered her buns, she didn’t wear a coat that reached a little lower. I was willing to bet that the calf-high, black leather boots with the three-inch, needle-thin heels didn’t do much to keep anything else warm either. In between the top of the black leather boots and the bottom of the teeny black skirt was a long, long expanse of creamy skin and toned muscle.

  Five minutes later, I handed her a pilsner with a perfect head, set a bowl of mixed nuts on the coffee table in front of us, and sat opposite her on the sofa. She was curled up in the corner, her feet drawn up beneath her butt, her boots abandoned on the floor. Her normally vibrant brown eyes were sulky, her pretty pink Cupid’s bow lips tightened into a thin pale line, and her heart-shaped face a study in discontent beneath a riot of black curls. It wasn’t like Angie to be moody. Unlike me, she wasn’t given to dark thoughts and a desire for long stretches of solitude. On Angie, quiet was bad.

  “Give,” I said, patting my lap. Wordlessly, she stretched out her bare feet and planted them solidly in my crotch. I covered her toes with my palms and rubbed my fingers over the cool balls of her feet. “What’s the matter?”

  She shrugged and swiped her tongue over the foam that hung on the rim of her glass. “I got stood up.”

  Rapidly, I ran down the list of her latest conquests. A face came into focus. One not unlike mine, really. Short dirty blond hair, pale blue eyes, broad expressive features no one would ever call delicate. Sturdy body, kind of like mine too. “The cop, right?”

  “Umm.” The pout got poutier.

  “So what happened?”

  “We were supposed to go to a movie and then out clubbing.”

  “She canceled?” My voice reflected my surprise. Angie was a looker and always had studs standing in line. She was not the kind of girl you kept dangling.

  “Work.” She said it as if it were a dirty word. “Somebody called in sick and she had to take their shift.”

  “Doesn’t sound like she stood you up,” I ventured carefully. “You know, just one of those things that happens.”

  Angie shook her shoulders dismissively and burrowed her feet a little tighter between my thighs before announcing, “I was looking forward to it all week. And now I’m horny.”

  I laughed. “Oh, now I get it.”

  She glared at me.

  “So, did you make another date?”

  “Tomorrow,” she said as if it were a decade away.

  “Well, you’ll probably survive until then.” I wiggled her big toe between my fingers. “You could always, you know, take matters into your own hands in the meantime.”

  Her pout turned to disdain. “Hardly. It’s boring.”

  I felt my eyebrows lift. Now, I enjoy a night with a hot sexy woman as much as the next dyke, but whether I’m getting it regular or not, I’ve never found a do-it-yourselfer boring. In fact, a lot of the time, it’s faster, easier, and hotter to get exactly what you want exactly the way you want it. “Boring? You’re kidding, right?”

  “It just…oh, I don’t know…it never really works for me.”

  The little bit of sadness in her tone wiped the grin off my face. I sat up straighter, unconsciously stroking her ankles and calves. “You mean you don’t think jerking off is fun?”

  “Most of the time I can’t do it. I just get more frustrated.”

  In the firelight, her color seemed to deepen, and I wondered if she was blushing. How could I not know this about her? We’d been trading sex stories since we were old enough to think about sex, let alone have any. And she’d never once told me that she didn’t like to masturbate.

  “Maybe you need more practice.”

  “Please.”

  I laughed. “Okay. Let’s analyze this rationally.”

  “There’s nothing to analyze. I don’t get that excited when I do myself. I just get tired and my mind wanders.” She snorted. “Before I know it, I’m running through my grocery list.”

  “Well maybe you need better fantasies,” I suggested helpfully.

  “That’s just it. I can’t seem to find anything that…well…gets me turned on enough to get me off.”

  “Instant replays?” For some reason, enhancing Angie’s solo career had become my mission.

  “Been there, done that.” She dropped her head back on the arem of the couch and studied the ceiling. Her hair shimmered in the red glow of the firelight, a reflection of the hot coals dancing. “Once I’ve done it for real, I’m not interested in fantasizing about it anymore.”

  “Okaay.” I cradled her feet against my stomach and leaned forward to snag the book that I had dropped on the coffee table when Angie arrived. I held it up to show the cover image of two naked women, arms and legs entwined. “Maybe you should try this. It always works for me.”

  Again she gave a dismissive sniff. “That stuff is just crap. It’s either totally unbelievable or it sounds like it’s been written by some high school boy.”

  “Then you haven’t been reading the right erotica,” I said de
fensively. “I guarantee there’s something in here that would make you hot.”

  Even in the dim light I could see her eyes glitter. Angie loved to gamble.

  “Oh yeah?” She nudged my thigh with her heel.

  “Yeah.”

  “Whatcha wanna bet?”

  There was something more than playful about the way she worked her foot back and forth on my leg. Intrigued, I decided to take her on. “I bet you dinner at the restaurant of your choice that I can find a story that makes you hot enough to come.”

  “And just how are you going to tell?”

  Her voice was husky and her eyes huge. I’d been just about to get down to some serious self-pleasure while reading earlier, and now the way she slowly slid the tip of her tongue over her lips zinged straight down to my crotch. Zap. Twitch. Clench. Uh-oh. I was wet, and if it weren’t for the thick sweatpants, Angie would be getting a sample of my excitement on her skin. I eased my hips back, away from her slowly rocking foot. In a voice that I hoped sounded steady and cool, I said, “We’ll use the honor system.”

  She grinned and scrunched a little lower into the sofa. The movement caused her skirt to ride up her thighs, and I caught a glimmer of blue satin panties framed by pale velvety skin. My stomach tightened into a hard, hot ball as I casually flipped through the pages of the book, trying to find the one I’d been about to jerk off to. Then, when my brain cleared for a second, I remembered the object of my search and zeroed in instead on what I thought would turn Angie on.