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Smart is Sexy


Writing to arouse your mind and your libido



Welcome to my web site! Here you can find out more about my work, both literary and erotic. Occasionally I’m asked why I write erotica, when I could write “real” literature. For me, the erotic experience is one of the most fascinating aspects of our lives—and requires skill and sensitivity to capture in words. I truly believe we need more writers willing to acknowledge that the sexual urge and the erotic imagination are as worthy of a complex literary treatment as anger, jealousy, ambition, or love in its PG-rated form. That’s what I try to do in my work, one story at a time.

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I’m very happy to announce that my novel, Amorous Woman, has just been released as an ebook with Iro Books, an imprint of Stonebridge Press. Inspired by Ihara Saikaku’s 17th century novel of the pleasure quarters, Amorous Woman gives the reader an intimate view of Japan few Westerners ever see. Perceptive, wise-cracking Lydia–the modern Amorous Woman–dons the gorgeous kimono of a Japanese bride, learns the seductive powers of the mountain demon from an intriguing stranger in a hot spring bath, and loses herself in an affair with a modern “feudal lord” who reveals the vulnerable underside of the Japanese economic miracle. Described by critics as “rich with sensual detail, humor, and emotional complexity,” “hard to put down,” and “literary erotica at its best,” the novel will change your image of Japan–and erotica–forever.

Also available as an ebook is my first solo collection, Picture Perfect: The Mammoth Book of Erotica Presents the Best of Donna George Storey. Each of the six stories was originally selected for the annual anthology The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Each one also represents a milestone for me in my exploration of the possibilities of the erotic short story.

Passionate Cooks. Download Free

Making delicious food is as much a creative passion as writing, so when All Romance Ebooks announced a call for Passionate Cooks, a collection of recipes by erotica authors, I knew I had to be part of the project. They chose my “Lover’s Favorite Fresh Cranberry Relish,” which always gets raves at Thanksgiving and Christmas, thanks to a secret ingredient that makes you just a little woozy. Best of all, Passionate Cooks is absolutely free, so you can check out all the sexy recipes and authors with a click of your mouse.

My “Aural Pleasures” page includes several radio interviews from the literary to the steamy and my reading of my essay “Thirteen Views of Grief” on KQED’s “Writer’s Block,” which is part of a library of readings by such literary luminaries Paul Auster, Junot Diaz and George Saunders.

For a visual treat, check out my gorgeous book trailer for Amorous Woman, “An Erotic Trip to Japan.”


If you’re getting a little hungry, you can feast on my monthly column, “Cooking up a Storey,” about my favorite topics—delicious sex, well-crafted food, and mind-blowing writing—at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association. If you’re a published author yourself, you might want to take a look at my archived 2009 series of columns called “Shameless Self-Promotion” in which I share all the things I’ve learned in my dogged, but often rewarding, quest to promote my work.

You’ll discover more about me and my writing in an interview in the East Bay Monthly, and don’t miss this classic from the vault: Susie Bright interviews me on the topics of geisha, eroticism, and Japan in “Memoir from the Floating World.”

For the latest news, check out my blog “Sex, Food, and Writing”

Amorous Woman

“And so I told him how living in Japan would give him a leisure no mere tourist has, to know the rhythms of the place, a land of tiny poems. In autumn, he’d see the persimmons glowing like huge, orange jewels on their bare branches, then winter’s dusting of snow on blue tile roofs. He’d learn why the old erotic pictures are called “spring prints” — because in that season the air is as soft as a lover’s whisper––and he’d sigh at the perfect coolness of iced barley tea slipping down his throat on a wilting summer afternoon. As the year passed, he would become part of it. The neighbors would stop staring and start to nod a greeting, and one day the tiny old lady in the gray kimono at the snack stand would wrap up his regular order of red-bean-and-rice balls before a word was spoken, and she’d flash him that first gold-toothed smile, and he’d be happy all day. It’s like someone’s given you a whole other life, I told him, an extra life, to live for a while.”