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Brazen!

GDP Square1Have you seen the fabulous tumblr entitled Critiquing Your Dick Pics with Love? It’s NSFW and totally enjoyable. Plus it’s great anti-shame activism, in our opinion. Take a look!

And thanks so much to all of you for downloading Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame for free. For instance, we’re very grateful to Jade Waters for leaving us a wonderful 5-star review. Among other things, she says, “I have no shame in saying I loved this collection!” In fact, Jade Waters is also a wonderfully talented erotic author, so go and take a look at her website too!

To read a free erotic story from the Shameless Behavior collection, take a look at Compassion’s Seed – the story of a priest who is in desperate need of sexual transformation…

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A Free Erotic E-Book Deal: Shameless Behavior

shutterstock_133523684Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame, which features work by erotic luminaries such as Sommer Marsden, Stella Harris, and Kyoko Church, is a collection of 12 stories that are not only sizzling hot, but also tell adventurous tales of triumphing over shame. So naturally, we’re thrilled to be hosting a free giveaway of Shameless Behavior next weekend (March 3rd – 4th, 2014), when you can blaze a trail to Amazon and download the e-book absolutely free!

For a clearer pic of what we’re talking about, you can check out Mia Hopkins’ review of the e-book, which includes these words: “Intelligent, steamy, and thought-provoking, this collection celebrates that moment when, no longer alone, we feel safe enough to bring our deepest secrets into the light only to discover how beautiful we never knew they were.”

That also shows you what an amazing writer Mia Hopkins is, which we, at GDP, well know! But I digress…

To give a taste of what is in store for you, here are the first few sizzling pages from Kyoko Church‘s Wet, which is featured in the collection:

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FREE on March 1st and 2nd from Amazon!

There were things Beth would always remember about that first time with Jeff: the blue of the ocean out of the honeymoon suite window glimpsed from the bed over her new husband’s shoulder, the faint smell of bleach that the Caribbean cleaning staff used before each new guest, a few small cracks in the plaster ceiling, and the intensity with which her normally jovial and easy-going boyfriend of ten months and spouse of twelve hours said, “Okay, let’s do this.”

The other things, honestly, she didn’t try to recall. But they played like a damning loop in her head—a recording she switched on every morning after that first time, one she would painstakingly add to with only the most searing words from each subsequent and progressively awkward coupling. In the end, she would have a highlight reel of the worst moments, a “greatest hits” from those years of shame, a humiliation compilation.

She didn’t play it willingly, exactly, but out of a masochistic need to remind herself each day:

This is who you are.
A woman whose husband finds her repulsive.

***

“I like to read,” Beth said on her first date with Drew, as they sipped their Starbucks coffees amidst the smell of new books.

She knew how trite it sounded, but it was the truth. She’d always loved reading but as her marriage crashed and burned, she escaped into the fantasy of books even more. When her life was miserable and it was difficult to raise her head to face her reflection in the mirror, she placated her damaged heart with fiction.

She read not on a park bench or a coffee shop or while sun tanning on the beach, leisurely and with easy enjoyment—no. She read like she did certain other things: furiously, furtively, with guilty pleasure. She wasn’t reading Dickens or Tolstoy. No Atwood or Kingsolver or Ondaatje for her. You couldn’t say the plots were masterfully handled, subtly crafted, or slowly unfolding. The books she read had brash covers. Two dimensional characters. Books to be read in one sweaty afternoon. She gulped down each delicious morsel and then searched frantically for more.

“I’m a King fan, myself,” Drew said. “Stuart Woods, Linwood Barclay, that kind of thing. What are you reading right now?”

“Oh,” she said, fighting a blush. “Oh, nothing. Just some…romance stuff.”

“Ah.” He smiled. “The ubiquitous rise of dirty e-books, right? Suddenly everyone and her grandma’s into BDSM.”

Then she really did blush. At first glance, Drew looked about as straight as they came, like a guy who read the Bible on weekends for a good time. And yet here was this straight-laced, possible Bible-reading type perfectly at ease saying…those letters.

“Hey, I was just kidding,” he said, noticing her reaction.

But something about the way he said it, with one eyebrow cocked and a twinkle in his eye that was anything but innocent, made her pulse jump a little. It was a look that reminded her of all her favorite male characters in the books she read. Confident. Knowing. Teasing.

Dominant.

God, she thought, as a realization dawned. He’s totally sexy. Certain telltale signs threatened inside of her, below. Parts she tried not to think about began to pulse, and she blushed even harder, squeezing her legs together, which only made things worse.

She wanted to stay. The more he talked, the more she liked him. She liked his bright eyes and his easy, wide smile; his quirky sense of humor and the way he opened up to her, so easily. And she liked that—despite his choir-boy appearance—a shadow of someone not quite so innocent lurked. But those things, in the end, were why she had to leave.

She made her excuses and walked away, desperately wanting to run back at the same time as wanting to put as much distance as possible between Drew and the way he made her feel.

Drew persisted.
They spent countless hours on the phone and IM, and, God, did she love talking to him.

He was smart and witty and kind. They could discuss everything from family and friends, to politics and favorite TV shows, to the latest cancer research and the psychology of sexuality…and everything in between. Safe in the confines of her apartment, things could get a little heated over the phone or chat. They had more than one naughty conversation that, after it ended, pushed Beth to resort to those furious and furtive pleasures she was more than used to providing herself, no brash-covered books necessary. But whenever they met in person and things started to turn intimate, Beth fled.

One night at his place, Drew rented the movie A Dangerous Method. He said it was about Freud and Jung, so she relaxed on his couch, preparing to be enlightened on perhaps the Oedipus complex or the collective unconscious. Instead, she froze in her seat, staring at the screen—Keira Knightley’s Spielrein confessed her secret yearnings to Michael Fassbender’s Jung—thinking she might spontaneously combust. She squirmed and willed her body not to betray her. Drew noticed her squirm and put a comforting arm around her.

When Fassbender trussed Knightley’s wrists up to a door while the brunette, standing and bent at the waist, offered up her ass to be flogged from behind, it was too much for Beth. Wracked with self-consciousness, she shrugged out from under Drew’s arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” Drew asked.
“Yeah, I’m just a little tired, I guess,” Beth said. “I—I might get going.”
“But the movie isn’t done,” Drew said. “Is it too over the top? It’s just…we had all those psychology chats. Or is it me?” he continued in a rush. “Did I do something?”

“No! No, it’s not you,” Beth said.

Drew sighed and looked down for a moment. When he looked up at her again, his eyebrows were peaked in concern. “Beth,” he sighed. “Look, I’m just going to be really honest with you, okay? I like you. A lot. You’re smart and funny and, God, sometimes you’re so sexy, I really have to stop myself from….” He flushed and smiled. “Sorry. I just—I think you’re really attractive.”

Beth could barely contain her pounding heart. If Drew was feeding her lines, then he deserved a best actor award. She didn’t care. She’d been lost in the desert for too long, and now she wanted to drink in the look in his eyes—the one that said he wanted her.

“And,” Drew continued, “I know you like me, too. I mean, the talks we’ve had! I’ll admit, I’ve needed a cold shower after more than one.” Beth blushed with her own private memories, but kept quiet. “When we’re together, though, every time I sense a connection between us— something happening—you pull away.”

Unexpectedly, Beth felt tears spring to her eyes.
“Am I wrong?”
“You’re not wrong,” she whispered.
He moved closer to her on the couch, placed a hand on her knee. Gently, he took her chin and placed a small, delicate kiss on her lips—their first. “Sweet Beth,” he murmured. “What has he done to you?”

Her breathing caught. “What?” she gasped.

“It doesn’t take a mind reader to know that someone has you believing you are less than the amazing, sexy, beautiful woman you truly are,” he said softly, and then kissed her again, moving his arms to encircle her small frame.

“Oh,” she sighed, deflated that her insecurities were so plain, weakened by how his words nudged her deep-seated wounds.

She let herself be swept away then. Swept away by all the things he was doing, the things she’d wanted for so long: his lips on hers; the knowing way he kissed her; the feel of his strong, warm hands running down her sides, then stroking her thighs. When he cupped her breasts firmly, and even when he pinched her nipples, sending jolts of sensation straight down between her legs, she was able to push aside all of the shame and fear and loathing. She wanted this so badly.

But then.

He reached his hand up under her skirt and momentarily teased his fingers over her panty-covered mound. The sensation was fleeting and all the sweeter for being so. But when he deftly hooked his thumbs into her panties, tugged them down and off, and with a waft of coolness finding its way to her moistened cleft, her ex’s words clawed through, unbidden.

You always get so wet.
It’s so…messy.
I don’t want to get it on my fingers.
And the worst one.
I can still smell it.
She flushed hard. Her head spun, and she felt slightly nauseous. She stood. “I—I’m so sorry, Drew. I have to go.”
“Beth, please, let’s talk about it.”
But she was already grabbing her purse.
In her car on the way home, she tried to talk herself into going back. She couldn’t stay like this forever. Closed off. Unfulfilled. Ashamed. But Jeff’s words, those memories of her ex, they lived inside her like a thing, like a python that had insidiously wrapped itself around her heart and refused to let go. All starting with that first time…. [Read the rest of the story during our free Kindle giveaway on March 1st and 2nd 2014, or buy the book at Amazon today!]

Thank you for supporting us at Go Deeper Press! We heart you all — our readers, social media friends, and supporters.

Thanks for reading! Guzzle up our sexy reads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Go Deeper Press (for all e-readers), and we’ll love you forever. You can also receive a free erotic e-book when you join our super-sensitive, sex-positive, freebie-gifting email list. Hearts.

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Freebies on our Birthday! Our New PornoCore Imprint

shutterstock_109928696Yes, it’s our birthday! We’re one today! And in honor of this, not to mention the coming holidays, we’d like to offer you, our GDP community, some sizzling free reads. In fact, check in every two days over the Xmas period because we’ll be pubbing similar freebies–all of them from our new PornoCore imprint.

What does PornoCore mean? Explicit, porny, connected sex stories, that feel real and, above all, HOT. These stories unabashedly use the language of porn to communicate real, enjoyable sex.

Our next free read will be coming this Sunday. Until then, here’s Jacob Louder’s PornoCore debut: Straight Shooter.

Baby, the cake’s on you…

READ STRAIGHT SHOOTER HERE.

And some big shout-outs to porn performers, directors and activists who just keep on inspiring us: Violet Blue, Nella, Tristan Taormino, Susie Bright, Jennifer Lyon Bell, Georgina Spelvin, Lady Cheeky, Shine Louise Houston, The Crashpad, Pink and White Productions, Barbara Carrellas. We heart you all. Here, have some frosting…

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Sneak Peek at PornoCore, Courtesy of Jacob Louder and Tamsin Flowers

20112985_sHi! It’s Sunday and, if you’re in the northeastern part of the U.S., kinda snowy and wet and dreary. So why not warm up with an excerpt from Jacob Louder’s story “Straight Shooter,” which will be live on our  website December 20 (the full version) in celebration of our first birthday and our new imprint, PornoCore? It’s running as Day 15 on Tamsin Flower’s Superotica Advent Calendar (catch Lana’s excerpt, too, while you’re at it!). As the picture implies (thanks, Tasmin!), Jake’s story is all kinds of sexy, and we do hope you enjoy it. Let us know, won’t you?

Stay snuggled.

-A.

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Free Xmas Erotica from Tamsin Flowers

From TamsinFlowers.com

From TamsinFlowers.com

Hello, folks. Lana here. I have been slow to let you know that GDP author Tamsin Flowers included an excerpt from my story in Femme Fatale yesterday, as part of her gorgeous Supererotica Advent Calendar. And today, she features an excerpt from her sexy Cherries on Top — love this one. Check it out!

Also, our own Jacob Louder’s sexy advent calendar excerpt will be up on the 15th, so you can wait for that with baited breath.

Thank you, Tamsin. You really are the sexy Santa!

Thanks for reading! Guzzle up our sexy reads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Go Deeper Press (for all e-readers), and we’ll love you forever. Hearts.

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Free Erotic Stories – Shoes, Twins, and Threeways

Pic from VivaXO.com

Pic from VivaXO.com

We believe in erotica for all at GDP. That’s why we’re thrilled to share a few free erotic freebies with you! Catch Peep Toe — a full erotic shoe-fetish story — at the fabulous VivaXO.com. Get in with those con artist twins in our free reads section. And while you’re at it, take a peek at Annabeth Leong’s Too Much to Give, Jacob Louder’s Third Party Extension, and Tamsin Flowerserotic advent calendar, no less, not to mention an erotic excerpt by Erzabet Bishop today.

Speaking of Erotica for All, go and check out Lucy Felthouse’s brilliant site.

And have a hot day!

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Let’s Go Deeper with Erotic Author Rion Woolf (with FREE sexy excerpt!)

Y0Z_2e4m33EA1AikWpFA3-bZSIG04gM4mLkjj_vZJYkPlease enjoy this interview with the wonderful Rion Woolf whose gorgeous story, Stay, appears in Shameless Behavior: Erotic Stories of Overcoming Shame. If you like to get deep with your erotica, Rion’s story–and the whole of the collection–is published with you in mind!

1. Why do you enjoy writing erotic stories?

Erotica, for me, is all about building a world where anything goes.  That’s the draw that keeps me coming back to the computer to write more.  I want to push my characters as far as they will go because ultimately I’m along for the ride, too, and it can be just as entertaining for me to write an erotic story as it is to read one.  I live in a world full of restrictions and more often than not the response to what I desire is no.  In the world of erotica, though, the response is often yes.  Or, at the very least, let’s try.  It’s thrilling to write about a place where so many barriers have been removed.

2. Who are some of your writing and erotic inspirations?

I love Remittance Girl!  I’m also strongly influenced by The Story of O and the writer John Preston who wrote Mr. Benson.  I read quite a bit of short erotica and I find inspiration through many characters, but I am most drawn to those who are on a quest to try or learn something new.

3. Can you tell us a little about your story in Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame?

“Stay” grew out of a larger project I was working on that follows the relationship between “I” and Sir.  The project never came together in the way I hoped, but this story emerged.  Issues of gender fascinate me and I wanted to write an erotic tale in which the master has a secret that is ultimately exposed.  I believe our physical bodies hold our secrets and emotional pain.  More often than not, these are places of enormous shame.  In “Stay,” “I” helps Sir to see that those same places where secrets and pain are held can also contain enormous potential for healing and human connection.

4. Why do you think erotica can be so important for society? 

Erotica is a fantastic way for people to explore issues of sexuality and gender at a speed that is comfortable for them.  It challenges the reader to examine her own ideas about these issues and when the intensity becomes too much, the reader has the power to close the book.  Erotica is funny, though.  It works on the reader and nudges at the back of her mind throughout the day and haunts the edges of her mind at night.  Curiosity to find out what happens next usually wins out and that book, along with all its rich possibilities, is opened once again.

6. Do you have any advice about writing great sex scenes?

I try to bring honesty and realism to any writing that I do that includes sex.  I have a tendency to lean towards soap opera-ish scenes, so I am always double-checking myself.  Is this realistic?  Would my character really say this?  Really?  If my answer wavers on the maybe, it’s time for another draft.  Another red flag?  If I hear “You are so Beautiful” by Joe Cocker, “I Think I Love You” by the Partridge Family, or anything by Air Supply in my head when I read back a scene I’ve written, there is waytoo much sappiness.

And here’s a free sexy excerpt from Stay by Rion Woolf:

Now, as he kneels before me, Sir’s voice is low, guttural, lusty: “Beautiful boy.” He loves how easily I can shape-shift from female to male. Instinctually, my hips roll forward toward his face. His dark eyes flash, then the pupils dilate with want. My heartbeat rockets inside my chest. Slowly, he unbuttons my jeans, slides the zipper down, and with his hands covering my ass, he pulls the jeans down to my ankles. Every inch of the way down, his hands take in the swells and valleys of my muscular legs. There’s something about him kneeling before me, something about him undressing me in this way that is so hot. A groan escapes me, and my hips lunge toward his mouth again.

Sir smiles, chuckles at my body’s reaction, and leans in close, so very close, until his chin and left cheek stroke against the hardness inside my underwear. He pulls his chin down the length of Mighty Max, the dildo he’d never bothered to rename once he took it out of the box. The edges of Sir’s lips trace its size through the fabric. Finally, he reaches up and pulls the tighty whities down to my ankles, freeing the dildo from the cloth. It feels fantastic strapped against my skin so tight, the base of Max pressing against my clitoris. The movement of the dildo strokes me deliciously. More than anything, I want to reach forward and grab Sir’s head, but he’s bound my wrists behind my back with one of his white handkerchiefs. The fabric’s tight. Try as I might, there’s no slipping out of this knot.

“Wait for my permission.” Sir’s tone turns stern, and I fear that I will come before he’s ready. I try to pull my eyes away from the scene below my waist, and make myself think of anything else to stop the wetness from coating me whole and dripping down my legs. [Read the rest of the story in Shameless Behavior]

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Happy Almost Birthday, GDP! (Plus, Free Porn With a Connection Twist)

shutterstock_94888144Lana and I did some brainstorming about what we’d do to celebrate Go Deeper Press’ first birthday. Can you believe it? We’ll be one-year-old on December 20, five days before Christmas, fifteen days after Chanukah, and six days before Kwanzaa. So, of course we wanted to celebrate with you all.

We decided that we’d give away well-written “free porn” to give thanks to all our mailing list subscribers, Twitter and blog followers, our Facebook “Likers,” and every single person who’s bought one of our books and/or stopped by our website for a few minutes or so. It was interesting, this distinction we made. We would not give away “transformative” or “rebel” erotica. We’d write and offer for free on our website Penthouse Forum-style pieces: quick, short wank stories for all our friends over this holiday season.

So, we started. Lana’s first story came in over 2,500 words, mine 1,500-ish. Her second story came in around 2,000, mine over 3,000. For some reason, we couldn’t seem to get the formula right. Don’t get me wrong: These stories are porny, and we’re very proud of just how porny they are and hope you’ll enjoy them tremendously (wink, wink). It took us a little while to figure out why we couldn’t crank out what we had intended. But then—boom—there it was.

We’re fans of connections. Even if they’re shallow or selfish or voyeuristic or whatever. To write true, connected porn, we’ve found, you need to build at least a little story, breathe some sort of emotion into your characters, and then let them run around with their pants around their ankles. Lana, by the way, was the first to put this to words. “This works because they’re connected,” she said. I replied, “That’s what makes porn sexy for me.”

How many clips have you seen on the internet where some guy is pounding a big-breasted blonde, and not only are they not looking at one another, they’re hardly touching, other than, of course, that whole cock in cunt or asshole bit. And they don’t really communicate to one another, but the blonde is probably wailing away like she’s never felt anything so good in her life, and if Mr. Big Cock is making any noise at all, he’s probably letting out a little grunt every now and again.

This porn’s good, right? I don’t want to take away from its value and the purpose it serves for many people in this world. Would I pay for it? No, I wouldn’t, and maybe that’s why it’s a free clip on the internet. I wouldn’t buy it because those actors usually aren’t connected and so it sometimes looks really fake, and although I love it when guys blow their loads on women’s tits, I don’t like it when they’re looking only at their cocks and the women are on their knees looking up at the guy all “horny, little slut” because I don’t believe it for a second. That said, I hope they both got paid and were treated well.

Porn I would buy and have bought: Viv ThomasUnfaithful series (which stars my girl Nella, just FYI), Matinee and Headshot by Jennifer Lyon Bell and Blue Artichoke, Tristan Taormino’s Rough Sex, a whole slew from the Candida Royalle crew—and there’s more and more. Big surprise: I would argue that, in all of these films, we are witness to actors living out a story and connecting sexually with their co-stars. Whether it’s slaps to the tits or eye contact during penetrative sex or a prolonged French kiss, these films offer something that holds my attention, making them perfect “rewatch” candidates, especially on snowy Friday nights, or any night, to be honest, but I digress.

Go Deeper Press loves porn. Oh God, we do. Lana and I are talking now about doing a more “porny” line at GDP, and we’re kicking around names like PornStyle and Porncore (or PornoCore, which reminds me of “homocore,” and so now you know where my allegiance lies) and Rumpy Pumpy. The great thing about this, I think, is that—and I can guarantee you this—we will publish incredibly explicit content that not only is the hottest of its kind, but will provide the element that makes pornography work for us: a steamy, sweaty, hot connection.

What I hope you’re asking now is “WHEN DO WE GET FREE PORN?” Well, our birthday and Christmas is coming, friends, so be sure to sign up for our newsletter (if you haven’t already) and check your inbox for more information on when to stop on by at godeeperpress.com.

Thanks for reading! Guzzle up our sexy reads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Go Deeper Press (for all e-readers), and we’ll love you forever.

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Free Erotica: Excerpt from Con, Book 1

GDP005-Con_Cover_72Wanna read some free erotica by our own Lana Fox? We’re delighted that an excerpt from Con, Book 1: You Can Play It Safe When You’re Dead is live at Erotica for All. So now you can go and read about twin con-artists doing dark and sexy things, and spice up that weekend of yours.

May your Saturday be cherry-filled…

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Gamble on how long it’ll be before Con is actually banned. Seriously.

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Our Dark Sides and, on Halloween, Femme Fatale for Free

Download for free this Halloween!

It’s almost Halloween—the one day a year that we all get to expose our shadows and dark sides, all that stuff we hide way deep down inside. We dress as witches and serial killers and vampires. (My apologies to those preparing their angel and fairy godmother costumes.) It’s sad to think we have only one “official” day a year. Imagine the fun we’d have, the understanding and the opportunities to embrace our full elves, if there was, say, a month relegated to exposing what we hide during the other eleven.

At Go Deeper Press, I’d like to think we let the shadow in 24/7. For me, revealing our darkness is what makes erotica transformative and titillating. It’s what makes erotica fun. Actually, Go Deeper Press may be one of the few erotica houses that doesn’t have a list of “No’s” on our submissions guidelines page, such as no underage, no rape, no incest, no animals, no anything that could make someone feel uncomfortable.

We welcome and honor everyone’s views on the “taboo,” of course. There are likely myriad reasons why a reader may not want to read anything from the list above. Then again, there are just as many reasons why a reader would: to explore, to live out a fantasy safely. And who could argue that there should only be specific topics explored in erotic fiction, where fantasies are the feature?

In our short 10 months of existence, Go Deeper Press has published plenty “taboo” content. We were going to push the whole “rebel erotica” tagline, but never followed through, I guess. Oh, let’s push it again! We are rebel erotica. And it’s not like we don’t have any titles to back it up: Zöe More’s “Hunger,” Lana’s Con (Lana’s everything, actually), and plenty of the fantastic short pieces from Shameless Behavior (“Holding” by Laurel Issac comes to mind), Huddle (Theophilia St. Claire’s “Punishment”), and Dirty Little Numbers (trust me—there’s enough here).

And then there’s Femme Fatale, which is likely one of the darkest of our collections, for obvious reasons. Last time I checked, Femme Fatales don’t run around in flower print on their way to church. Femme Fatale features sexy and “shadowy” fiction at its very best, and because Halloween is the day we can let it all out, it’ll be available as a free download all day tomorrow, Thursday, October 31.

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