The Razor Thin Edge


Serious Moonlight #2 drops on Friday. The Razor Thin Edge. A little domination, a little submission, a little meditation on choice, time, free will and the multiverse.

This is my favorite of the bunch. If you only read one, read this one.

Serious Moonlight shines today!

Serious Moonlight #1: Business CasualThe first book of the Serious Moonlight series, Business Casual, drops today for 99 cents.  Go buy your copy today!

Serious Moonlight #1: Business Casual on Amazon

Serious Moonlight is J G Cain’s smart and sexy flash erotica series. Expect a new story every Friday for the next year.  Hot, playful, subversive, humorous, kinky, sex-positive and literate: it’s all in the mix.

Business Casual finds our couple in a hotel room during a business conference.  Suggested dress is “business casual,” but after hours they make their own choices of attire.

from Business Casual

Another excerpt from Busines Casual, out this Friday as the first story in Serious Moonlight:

“He threw her down on the bed, ripped off her bra, fell between her legs and began to finger her, tearing at her legs as he did so, pulling the fishnet off by the fistful. It drove him into a fury, how the material stretched, refusing to rip, and then suddenly the weave would reach its limit. The pulling stopped, the tearing commenced, and the ripping sound hit his ears. It was like a hit from a pipe, a slug from a bottle.”

– from Business Casual, by J G Cain

from Open Door

She seemed so comfortable in her beauty. The woman grew momentarily wistful. When she was younger, when she was the girl’s age, she was as uneasy with her beauty as this girl was secure in her own, fearful of the blunt power of her gaze, unable to gauge the effect of her smile on a stranger. Only when she had gotten older had she been able to enjoy it, to control its authority, to appreciate her beauty for the gift that it genuinely was.

After the woman opened the door and wordlessly spread her arm to invite the girl in, they stood at the foot of the bed, facing each other as they had in the doorway.

“You are very beautiful,” said the woman.

“Thank you,” said the girl, serenely. “So are you.”

“Thank you,” she said. She had to fight the urge to steal a glance into the mirror.

The girl said, “I’ve seen you around the hotel. You and your friend.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t see a ring.”

“We aren’t married. We’re…he’s my boyfriend.”

“Yes,” said the girl evenly.

“Honestly, I don’t know what we are.” The pause that followed revealed more than the statement.

“I’m not going to fuck your boyfriend,” the girl said, unbidden.

The woman recoiled inwardly at the harshness of the statement. “I don’t want you to fuck my boyfriend,” she replied.

“No?”

“I don’t think my boyfriend wants you to fuck him.”

“He doesn’t?”

“Well, I mean, maybe he does, I don’t know, but he’s not going to.” She gathered herself.

“He thinks you’re attractive. You are attractive. He doesn’t know about this.”

“About what?”

“This. Me asking you up here. I don’t know. I’m not sure what this is. I’m not sure why I asked you.”

The girl smiled, and for the first time the woman felt some warmth escape from the glare of her beauty. The smile reached her, and touched her.

– from J G Cain’s Open Door

from Sexhair

The waitress came back to take their orders. Her eyes took in the woman’s hair a second time, and she took less care in hiding her smile. He told the waitress they needed more time.

“Sexhair,” he said, after the waitress left.

“Huh?”

“The waitress. She was checking out your sexhair.”

“I have sexhair?” Her expression was a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“Yeah, it’s all disheveled, like you just got out of bed.”

“I did just get out of bed.”

“It doesn’t just look like it’s been slept on. It looks like it’s been pulled out of shape. Grabbed in a fist. It’s sort of, like, dented on one side.”

“She knows?” asked the woman.

“That we’ve been fucking?”

“She knows. I could see it in her smile.”

The woman’s hands shot up to attempt to fix her hair, though she gave up soon after she started, recognizing the task as hopeless. A loopy grin fell across her face, seeing the lust gather in his eyes.

“Do I look slutty?” she asked.

“You look hot.”

“Is that the same as slutty?”

“It’s not dissimilar,” he said, his grin spreading.

from J G Cain’s Sexhair