The crowdfunding campaign for our first erotic anthology Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica is almost through the first week, and we’re only $600 from our funding goal! We’re very excited about y’alls enthusiasm for this project, and we couldn’t be happier to be able to share it with ya.
With “sharing it with ya” in mind, we’ll be doing several posts with story teasers, and this is the first, featuring three teasers, one each from the authors Lyonel Loy, Eliot Lovell, and E. K. Victor! All teasers are non-explicit, for obvious reasons, and we’re not including tags on our teasers this time for the same reason, but in the book, all stories come with comprehensive tag lists to help readers navigate the collection.
Author: Lyonel Loy
Title: Love, With Bloodstained Jaws, or: Five Times Levente’s Omegas “Seduce” Him, And One Time He Seduces Them
Excerpt: “Any fool can stand by an altar and speak some pretty words,” [Raihan] says. “You bested me with your own hand, and so by our ways I am yours. But it was your troops who captured Melchor. Why should he call you his mate, and not them? If it took twenty strong warriors to best him, surely twenty also are needed to please him. Your Alphonse, who led them: he is such a sweet little thing. It would be lovely to see him under Melchor, spread wide and undone.”
Author: Eliot Lovell
Title: Double Take
Excerpt:
“Here he is,” Mia sings. “Right on time.”
Nathan wipes his hands off on the apron he’s wearing, rounding the kitchen island to close the space between them in a few strides.
There’s a wedding ring on Nathan’s finger. George has got to pay better attention to what’s going on around him.
“You made it,” Nathan says, kind of breathless, relieved, as though George’s journey was farther than three floors.
Nathan wraps an arm around him for a brief hug, nosing into his hair in something like a kiss before pushing it behind George’s ear with a gentle hand. When Nathan pulls back, George blinks up at him. He wonders what his face is doing to make Nathan’s brows notch together like that.
“You’re married,” George blurts.
Author: E. K. Victor
Title: Soul Splinters
Excerpt:
I’ve had this dream more times than I can count.
The setting varies. Sometimes it’s an airport, other times a train station or a bridge I must cross alone. Often I remember nothing but the kiss. The kiss is always the same. We hold one another, chest to chest, hip to hip, and kiss slowly, deeply, every motion loaded with longing. My heart overflows. My eyes brim with tears. I’m aroused, but on waking I rarely find evidence of an erection and never anything more. I invariably awaken—not with a start, but with a whimper. The tears are mostly real.
Usually I dream about Warren. Sometimes, it’s Steve. After, I lie wide-eyed in the dark, listening to the thumping of my heart, and think of the only true friends I’ve ever had, whom I abandoned. I promise myself I’ll call them tomorrow, then remember: with an ocean between us, the time to call would be now—and turn over with a groan.
Time is ruthless. I used to think about them whenever I wasn’t busy. Then only occasionally. Almost never, nowadays. But the less they occupy my conscious mind, the more the dream visits, and the heavier it weighs with the love aging in me like wine in the cellars of a vacant house, never to be tasted.