Sex Still Spoken Here: An Anthology by Carol Queen Page A

I had forgotten that Tina was a woman. I had forgotten I was woman. I had forgotten that we were in a room full of people watching, masturbating, fucking, and lurking. I had forgotten everything. I was totally into the act, into the pleasure, into the passion that we created together. I did not want to stop enjoying Tina and I especially wanted to please Tina. The fact that we were two women enjoying sex with one another was lost on me as I kissed her back and melted into her feminine beauty.
    Tina smiled. I smiled back. She went into her bag of tricks one last time. Tina pulled out a vibrator, placed a condom on it and penetrated me with it. She worked the vibe in and out as she tenderly sucked on my clit. The vibrator was set on low. In and out. Barely in. All the way in. She used it to rub all the walls of my pussy. She then turned the vibrator on high. She penetrated me faster and harder. It vibrated as she penetrated me with it. My legs started to shake and go weak as she sucked harder on my clit. The vibrator in me at full speed, her making sure it was in as deep as it could be and her mouth loving my clit, I felt a rush run from my breasts to my cunt. My toes curled. Tina pulled the vibrator out.
    She put her face deep into my pussy. Penetrating me with her tongue over and over as I came on her face. Her tongue penetrating me. My pussy lips around her mouth. It seemed like she wanted to crawl up into me, like she wanted my juices to drip into her pores. I let out a tremendous moan, the dam broke, my cunt gushed out warm wetness. My pussy and body convulsed. I only came like that when I was fully able to be myself sexually.
    Tina licked up the juices out of my cunt as I squirmed. She licked up all the wetness around my pussy. She sat up. I sat up. We passionately kissed one last time before she walked out. My desire for women had left me a pleased victim of Tina’s bag of tricks!
     
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    “Fundamentally, I started writing to save my life. Yes, my own life first. I see the same impulse in my students—the queer, the mixed blood, the violated—turning to the written page with a relentless passion, a drive to avenge their own silence, invisibility and erasure as living, innately expressive human beings.”
     
    - Cherríe Moraga

Avery Cassell

    Bio
    Avery Cassell has been creating written and visual art about sex for over 30 years. He is currently working on a memoir, an illustrated children’s book, and an erotic novella.
    Min-Interview
    How did you start writing about sex ? How does it differ from non - erotic writing? I started writing about sex to amuse myself. Most of my writing includes sexuality or gender. My memoir includes a lot of my sexual history, and my children’s picture book’s focus is on being differently gendered. I tend to write lushly, so even my non-erotic writing contains much in the way of sensuous details.
    Do you write in multiple genres and , if so , why? I am working on poetry, erotica, memoir, comics, and children’s picture books. Each medium has a specific set of tools that propels the narrative, so I try to pick the best tool to suit the job. Besides, variety is fun.
    Do you write under your own name? Why or why not? Do you have any concerns about publishing erotic work? I write under my own name and have done so since my 20s. I’ve been out for decades as an artist who works with uncomfortable subjects and sexuality. It has placed limitations upon me, but it keeps me honest.
    What’s the inside scoop on your story? I really did date my mother’s ex, a composer of Turkish avant-garde music. I have a soft spot for both trains and tough butch dykes, and secretly want to have a liaison on the Orient Express with a dark stranger. Call me if you want to take a train trip!

The Train Trip
    Avery Cassell
    I ended up traveling from Ohio to New York City with my mother’s ex- boyfriend. We called him the Turk; he was from Istanbul and composed discordant, meaningful,