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  Maxim Jakubowski is a London-based novelist and editor. He was born in the UK and educated in France. Following a career in book publishing, he opened the world-famous Murder One bookshop in London. He now writes full-time. He has edited over twenty-five bestselling erotic anthologies and books on erotic photography, as well as many acclaimed crime collections. His novels include It’s You That I Want to Kiss, Because She Thought She Loved Me and On Tenderness Express, all three collected and reprinted in the USA as Skin in Darkness. Other books include Life in the World of Women, The State of Montana, Kiss Me Sadly, Confessions of a Romantic Pornographer, Fools For Lust, I Was Waiting For You and Ekaterina and the Night. In 2006 he published American Casanova, a major erotic novel which he edited and on which fifteen of the top erotic writers in the world have collaborated. He compiles two annual acclaimed series for the Mammoth list: Best New Erotica and Best British Crime. He is a winner of the Anthony and the Karel Awards, a frequent TV and radio broadcaster, a past crime columnist for the Guardian newspaper and Literary Director of London’s Crime Scene Festival.

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  Contents

  Acknowledgements

  INTRODUCTION

  Maxim Jakubowski

  CHAPTERS IN A PAST LIFE

  Marilyn Jaye-Lewis

  L’ENFER

  Alice Joanou

  EROTOPHOBIA

  O’Neil De Noux

  ENTERTAINING MR ORTON

  Poppy Z. Brite

  WORTH MORE THAN A THOUSAND WORDS

  Lawrence Schimel

  MRS FOX

  Michael Crawley

  SWEATING PROFUSELY IN MÉRIDA: A MEMOIR

  Carol Queen

  TAROT

  Florence Dugas

  BLACK LILY

  Thomas S. Roche

  THE PRESCRIPTION

  Carol Anne Davis

  PLAGUE LOVERS

  Lucy Taylor

  NIGHT MOVES

  Michael Perkins

  MOVEMENTS

  Michael Hemmingson

  DO WHAT YOU LOVE

  Susannah Indigo

  ONLY CONNECT

  Lauren Henderson

  BOTTOMLESS ON BOURBON

  Maxim Jakubowski

  PAYING MY FRIENDS FOR SEX

  Matt Thorne

  GATORS

  Vicki Hendricks

  THE COLOUR OF LUST

  M. Christian

  THE END OF DAPHNE GREENWOOD’S TRAVEL CAREER

  Tara Alton

  EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

  Mark Timlin

  AMERICAN HOLIDAYS

  Mike Kimera

  SCREEN PLAY

  A. F. Waddell

  SECRETLY WISHING FOR RAIN

  Claude Lalumière

  WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GIRL

  Marie Lyn Bernard

  BLINDED

  Donna George Storey

  THE PENIS OF MY BELOVED

  Ian Watson and Roberto Quaglia

  NOTHING BUT THIS

  Kristina Lloyd

  DON’T LOOK BACK

  Alison Tyler

  THE EROTICA WRITER’S HUSBAND

  Jennifer D. Munro

  Acknowledgements

  CHAPTERS IN A PAST LIFE © 1993 by Marilyn Jaye-Lewis

  L’ENFER © 1992 by Alice Joanou

  EROTOPHOBIA © 1998 by O’Neil De Noux

  ENTERTAINING MR ORTON © 1998 by Poppy Z. Brite

  WORTH MORE THAN A THOUSAND WORDS © 1998 by Lawrence Schimel

  MRS FOX © 1996 by Michael Crawley

  SWEATING PROFUSELY IN MÉRIDA: A MEMOIR © 1994 by Carol Queen

  TAROT © 1998 by Florence Dugas

  BLACK LILY © 1996 by Thomas S. Roche

  THE PRESCRIPTION © 1998 by Carol Anne Davis

  PLAGUE LOVERS © 1998 by Lucy Tayl
or

  NIGHT MOVES © 2000 by Michael Perkins

  MOVEMENTS © 2000 by Michael Hemmingson

  DO WHAT YOU LOVE © 2000 by Susannah Indigo

  ONLY CONNECT © 2000 by Lauren Henderson

  BOTTOMLESS ON BOURBON © 2000 by Maxim Jakubowski

  PAYING MY FRIENDS FOR SEX © 2001 by Matt Thorne

  GATORS © 2001 by Vicki Hendricks

  THE COLOUR OF LUST © 2002 by M. Christian

  THE END OF DAPHNE GREENWOOD’S TRAVEL CAREER © 2003 by Tara Alton

  EYE OF THE BEHOLDER © 2003 by Mark Timlin

  AMERICAN HOLIDAYS © 2003 by Mike Kimera

  SCREEN PLAY © 2004 by A. F. Waddell

  SECRETLY WISHING FOR RAIN © 2004 by Claude Lalumière

  WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GIRL © 2005 by Marie Lyn Bernard

  BLINDED © 2005 by Donna George Storey

  THE PENIS OF MY BELOVED © 2006 by Ian Watson and Roberto Quaglia

  NOTHING BUT THIS © 2006 by Kristina Lloyd

  DON’T LOOK BACK © 2006 by Alison Tyler

  THE EROTICA WRITER’S HUSBAND © 2007 by Jennifer D. Munro

  Introduction

  Maxim Jakubowski

  Back in 1991 I approached Nick Robinson with a view to convince him to add a volume of erotica to the then fledgling but already successful Mammoth line. It took a couple of years of repeated insistence to overcome his initial resistance to the idea. If crime and mystery, science fiction and fantasy, thrillers, spy tales and horror were the obvious genres to include in the Mammoth list, I pleaded, why not erotica? A literary genre which was similarly looked down at by the establishment but had good commercial prospects and, I argued, a ready-made public and intrinsically had as much quality as other fields of popular writing, together with a prestigious heritage which had been in recent decades muddied by the more down-market and exploitative side of most publishers’ production.

  Although he and his team were at first reluctant, they finally gave me the go ahead and The Mammoth Book of Erotica first appeared in 1994, with Carroll & Graf in the USA enthusiastically taking on the reins of the American edition. The book was a surprising success from the outset, going into several reprints and being taken up by a variety of book clubs. Having the field to myself, I was in the privileged situation of being able to select stories and extracts from some of my favourite contemporary writers who had not shied away from writing about sex in an explicit manner in their work. I included Clive Barker, Leonard Cohen, Anne Rice, Samuel R. Delany, Marco Vassi, Ramsey Campbell, Kathy Acker and many others. I wanted to validate my contention that erotica was not just sex scenes but could feature plot, solid characterization and emotions alongside the expected hydraulics. Sex was and always will be an integral part of the human make-up and I do strongly feel it is essentially dishonest to censor it out of our writings for the sake of propriety or social convenience. Further, I was of the opinion that we were going through a Golden Age of erotica that was as good as many of the classics from the 1930s or the 1950s, after which the field had seemingly taken a step back. The only problem was that it remained hidden within publishers’ general lists and was most often not highlighted as such. In all fairness this was not the case in France, for example, where major authors like Apollinaire, André Pieyre de Mandiargues, Aragon, Bernard Noël, Pierre Louys suffered no critical backlash for their outstanding erotic tales and had been succeeded by more modern practitioners like Alicia Reyes, Françoise Rey, Vanessa Duriès and others. Not surprisingly I had spent many years in France and my outlook had no doubt been influenced by this healthy state of affairs.

  But in the English language, since the heyday of Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin, erotic writing had remained in the shadows, with the sole efforts of Brian Kirby’s Essex House imprint and authors like Marco Vassi, Michael Perkins and David Meltzer toiling with little critical feedback in a faraway forest, away from the throng.

  By highlighting what had been happening for many years in one place, I hoped erotica would again be taken seriously.

  It was.

  It is now over a decade and a half later, and the Mammoth Erotica series has reached fifteen volumes. Robinson Publishing has now become Constable & Robinson, merging successfully with one of Britain’s most respected and oldest imprints, while in the USA, Carroll & Graf was integrated into the Perseus Group and the series now appears there under the Running Press imprint.

  Last year we celebrated the tenth anniversary volume of the series, although technically it has actually featured fifteen volumes, as the first five (The Mammoth Book of Erotica, The Mammoth Book of New Erotica, The Mammoth Book of International Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Historical Erotica and The Mammoth Book of Short Erotic Novels) were not numbered. Sales are now into the hundreds of thousands worldwide and I believe erotica is now held in higher esteem in the world of letters and books as a result.

  It is now, of course, a much more crowded area as success naturally attracts imitations. But, on the other hand, the added publishing opportunities have allowed new editors and dozens of writers to make a name for themselves in the field and new talent is emerging on a yearly basis, which personally delights me.

  The only drawback, and this is very much a personal bee in the bonnet of mine, is that this profusion of erotica has also diluted the impact of the writing and too many of the new writers see the genre as an excuse for minor sexual fantasies or wish-fulfilment scenarios, which they affectionately treat jokingly as mere smut, with little of the psychological depth or naked emotions I, for one, expect in good writing. Both the plethora of publishing opportunities and the lack of quality control on the expanding internet scene and in self-published ebooks is much to blame for this sorry state of affairs.

  But enough of criticism. This is a celebration of what is good about erotica.

  The present volume features some of my favourite stories from our first thirteen volumes (the last two are still readily available in stores and online). When I made my initial selection, I ended up with a 1,200-page volume, which I then had to painfully shrink down to acceptable size, such was the embarrassment of choices available to me. I had to restrict myself to one story per author, even though some have contributed several outstanding stories to the series over the years; stories I absolutely adored could not be reprinted because they were just too long; writers who deserved to be here have been left out because of lack of space – the choices were heartbreaking.

  At any rate, here are thirty wonderful tales of sex, life, hotness, passion, of erotica at its best.

  If you have not been converted to the sensual and intellectual pleasures of our genre already, this is your chance.

  Jump aboard.

  Maxim Jakubowski

  April 2011

  Chapters in a Past Life

  Marilyn Jaye-Lewis

  1. Anal

  I knew a woman who had a virgin asshole until she was in her early thirties. I never understood that kind of woman, she’s not at all like me. I’d read about Last Tango in Paris in my mother’s Cosmo when I was only thirteen, for God’s sake – and the accompanying article, too, all about how to do it through the back door and, more importantly, why: because a Cosmo girl is an American girl and American girls love pressure.

  I don’t know if it was related to that distant article or not, but I dropped out of college in a real hurry, after only about six weeks. Something about wanting to feel alive instead, and that’s how I ended up in New York; at the tail end of the disco era, pre-AIDS, a time when any self-respecting underpaid New York office worker drank heavily on his or her lunch hour and didn’t have to be choosy about who he or she wanted to fuck when the work day was over because eventually you fucked everybody. And there were so many exciting cross-purposes going on! For instance, drugs. Did you fuck somebody sheerly because s/he had the good drugs? Or did you use the good drugs as bait to get somebody to fuck you? Of course, if you hung in there long enough, the inevitable descent into hell finally occurred. That’s right,
you remember it: you fell hopelessly in love with a completely insane person, a dangerously paranoid schizophrenic perhaps, but you were too fucked-up on the good drugs to even notice it. Maybe for a couple of years.

  When it happened to me, it was with a woman. Back then, she was already twenty years older than me, so God knows, if she’s still alive now she’s using a cane to get around. But she was in fine form in 1980, thin as a rail of course. All bone, no muscle, but that was de rigueur in 1980. We didn’t lift free weights. Every ounce of energy was reserved for lifting cocktail glasses off the wet bar (a long distance endurance process) and for raising those teeny-weeny silver spoons, over and over – all right, I won’t go on. I guess your memory’s a little better than I’d thought . . .

  So I’ll call her Giselle. Not that her name was anything close to that, but it was similarly unpronounceable and she possessed that quick, nervous energy sometimes, reminiscent of the leaping gazelle. And on our first date – or more succinctly – when we hit on each other in that 10th Avenue after-hours meat rack and went home together to fuck like dogs, she was in fine, lithe, energetic form. I know we were kissing in the back seat of that cab, but I don’t remember how we got from the cab to her sparsely furnished living room in that huge penthouse apartment in midtown, with the vaulted ceilings and all that glass. That part’s a complete blank, but what happened from that point on is clear and that’s the sex part and all that matters anyway.

  Giselle’s husband was apparently loaded. And not one of those cash-poor types, either. He seemed to travel on business constantly – or so he said. At any rate, he was away an awful lot and Giselle had nothing but time and money to take his place. You’d think those two things – time and money – would have been enough, but when you’re remarkably thin and nearly forty, and beautiful and sharp and hopelessly underutilized like my dear Giselle, it takes a lot more than time and money to get your rocks completely off. Hence, Giselle’s insatiable drive towards the strange.

  I’d agreed willingly from the outset, I just want that part to be clear. I had my clothes off in a hurry and was letting Giselle douche my ass, simply because she wanted it so much. I was happy to let her do it. I was on my knees and elbows in her half-bath, right off the living room, there. Completely stripped with my ass in the air, a bulb syringe squeezing warm water into my rectum while I had a lit cigarette in one hand and a nice glass of Merlot in the other.