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Aimee Herman

by: Aimee Herman

Aimee Herman, a performance poet, has been featured on radio, at various festivals, café’s, and erotic salons. She will soon teach an erotic writing class in Denver, CO. Aimee has been featured in Oysters & Chocolate Erotic Stories of Every Flavor, Best Lesbian Love Stories 2010 (Alyson Books), and the upcoming Best Women’s Erotica (Cleis Press). She has also been published by Cliterature Journal, InStereo Press, and Uphook Press’ latest anthology of poetry, You Say. Say. She is inspired by Canadians and disemboweling the meaning of sexuality. Email her with questions, comments, or your favorite sexual position to: writerslashpoet@gmail.com

NOTES FROM A DIRTY YOUNG WOMAN: How Deep is Your Cleaning?

by: Aimee Herman

AQuirky Erotica Series "NOTES FROM A DIRTY YOUNG WOMAN: How Deep is Your Cleaning?" by Aimee Herman I spent many years cleaning other p

RSVP

by: Aimee Herman

I want it to smell like snowfall in September gingerbread         and old words fresh laundry in the wintertime, when moisture rises and scent

An Open Letter

by: Aimee Herman

Sexy Literary Erotica "An Open Letter," an Oysters short story by Aimee Herman I saw you at the corner of fifth avenue and sixth str

Everyday but Sunday

by: Aimee Herman

I began ordering things I did not want, and often did not need. Small things, like books that I actually had interest in reading, but could have

The Importance of Sexual Education

by: Aimee Herman

Dear Mom,   I think it is time we had the talk.   Maybe, you haven’t given it to me yet because no one         prepared y

carlos: all boiled and wrapped in plastic

by: Aimee Herman

He prefers to be dipped in chocolate without the additional milk. Dark. If dark means permanent. Skin of clay-infused softness. If soft means pl

Thin Walls

by: Aimee Herman

I hear the sounds of him fucking himself from the shared wall between our bathrooms—his apartment, 15B, is just to the left of mine. There’s not

cunning linguist

by: Aimee Herman

tip of    your velvet    tastes like    ocean teeth to the left, experience soul of slant- ed genitals, grateful I know how to hu

Waiting...On the Rocks

by: Aimee Herman

I walk into the airport bar. Tables are sticky. It seems far too bright in here. I prefer more of a moon-lit-like-darkness. It is noon, though I

The Housewife's Guide to the Practical Striptease

by: Aimee Herman

At first glance, Miyoko Fujimori's book: The Housewife's Guide to the Practical Striptease could be mistaken as a strictly satirical peek into t

High Heels and Bruising

by: Aimee Herman

Her feet permanently curved from shiny leather high-heeled casing. Size seven and a half, trained to squint themselves into a size six. Toes dip

Blue Coat, Dissected

by: Aimee Herman

My bicycle came through the door a few seconds before I did and if an inanimate object could react, it would: leaking oil from its gears while s

john

by: Aimee Herman

After we fucked, he offered me a cigarette. It was ultra light and I could barely taste the nicotine. Strangely, this poor impersonation of impe

This is Not About a Motorcycle

by: Aimee Herman

when I ride you, your vibrations burn beneath me wind holds me down, there are no straps I must hold on tightly to you, as my knees bang up ban