Best of the Best Women’s Erotica 2

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010 • No Comments on Best of the Best Women’s Erotica 2


I’m delighted that Best of the Best Women’s Erotica 2 will be out next week!  The fabulous and talented Violet Blue selected my story “Call Me” from a previous edition of Best Women’s Erotica for inclusion in this best of the best collection. 

In the introduction, Violet has this to say about my story:

In Kristina Wright’s wonderful and hot “Call Me” an accident leads to a furtive fantasy come true when an obscene phone call goes delightfully awry.

“Call Me” was a fun story to write because it’s mostly dialogue and there is no physical contact between the characters.  But it’s still sexy, with a dash of humor.  Here’s the opening:

Claire dialed the number before she lost her nerve.  The phone rang and she switched hands to wipe her damp palm across the sheet.

“Hello?”  It sounded like he’d just woken up.

“Hi,” she said, trying for a sultry voice.  “It’s me.”

“Bad connection,” he mumbled.  Static crackled across the line.

She frowned.  That wasn’t what he was supposed to say.  She tried again.  “I’ve missed you.”

“You have?”

“Yes.  And this is an obscene phone call.”

“Really?” he sounded more awake now, but not quite himself.  “Sounds intriguing.”

“Mmm… I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

“Well, sweetheart, where do we start?”

Something wasn’t right.  The static on the line made it impossible to hear him clearly.  “Sam, let me call you back.  This is a lousy connection.”

“Who’s Sam?”

“Oh my God—”  It wasn’t Sam.  She had just propositioned a stranger. 

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” he said quickly.  “Don’t hang up.”

She hung up.

Claire stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring.  She shook her head and picked up the receiver, carefully dialing the number Sam had given her.  The phone rang twice.

“Change your mind?”  There was humor in his voice.  Humor and a warm familiarity that reminded her of late-night radio dee-jays.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to say.  “I’m trying to call someone else.”

“So I gathered.” 

“My boyfriend, actually.”

“Lucky guy.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again, feeling like an idiot.  A horny idiot.

“I’m not.”  He chuckled.  “So tell me, do you make a lot of obscene phone calls?”

She laughed.  “Not hardly.  This is my first.”

“You mean we’re still on?”


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