Asarotica Exclusive Excerpt

Asa Akira


Book Release Date: Oct. 24, 2017

Paperback Release Date: Nov. 14, 2017

“What do porn stars find erotic?” is a question that has baffled the minds of adult film fans for decades. Thanks to adult film star and best-selling author of Insatiable and Dirty Thirty, Asa Akira, we finally get our answer—everything!

No one knows the world of sex and eroticism better than those in “the industry.” They’ve seen and done it all, from the weirdest fetishes to the most extreme positions, and now in this hot, new erotic collection they are going to test our own sexual repertoire. Asarotica features twenty-two erotic short stories by some of your favorite porn stars: Joanna Angel, Kayden Kross, Nina Hartley, and Asa Akira herself, among others.

Original, authentic, eye opening, and arousing, Asarotica guarantees to “get you there,” and to inspire a whole new generation to seek out unexpected pleasures…in books or in the bedroom.

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About the Author:

Asa Akira is a Japanese-American actress who has appeared in over 300 adult films. Her many awards include AVN’s “Performer of the Year” award in 2013. In addition to acting and writing, she hosts a regular podcast on sex and relationships and is the author of Insatiable: Porn, a Love Story.

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 Exclusive Excerpt

Excerpt from: THE FAMILY TRIO



“Happy Fourth of July, Rachel!” my bestie Annabelle yelled.

It was a perfect day in Malibu (or “The Bu,” as my friends and I called it): eighty degrees, the sun shining, dolphins sporadically jumping out of the water. I was twenty-six years old and had finally graduated college. Armed with a Masters in Journalism, my dream job as the editor of a small hipster magazine called Millennials Now awaited me, and I celebrated with my friends—more friends than anyone could ask for. I was grateful, blessed, and every high emotion in between. Mostly.

Intellectually, I understood it was 2016, and that a boyfriend wasn’t a necessary component to happiness. But I’d grown up with the Disney movie idea of romance and the hope remained that a dreamy prince would one day sweep me off my feet.

Plus, I was a total perv. Every time I met someone, I couldn’t help but picture them getting fucked, or giving it to someone in the back of an alley. Despite my sunny California upbringing, I was super attracted to the hardcore, vulgar sexuality of life. I was even a closet porn fan—the medium was a great way to get my fix of the strange and unfamiliar. Only my close friends knew about my … hobby.

On that particular, glorious summer day, I was basking in the ambiance of the oceanfront mansion to which I had been invited—designer cocktails, delectable appetizers, and of course, the hottest bachelors in all of Los Angeles county. They were literally tall, dark, handsome … and rich.

It was a tradition every year for Annabelle’s parents to throw this soiree, and it was my tradition at this annual gala to make an appearance looking my best, and socializing like a true pro. This year, however, I would be looking to score, and at five-foot-seven, with long blonde hair, bright green eyes with a just hint of a blue, and the best boobs ever, I could get any man to notice me, even if I was dressed in a burka. Not to brag or anything, but I was a total smoke show.

As I walked around, strutting through the glamorous mansion, I immediately caught the darting pale blue eyes of a hottie I had never seen before—and trust me, I would have noticed. I’m talking six-foot-four, sun-bleached blonde hair, and glowing tan skin like he had just returned from St. Tropez. The young man was dreamy. As he approached me, my heart started to race and my nerves took over. Confident as I was, I became a liquid puddle of ice cream that had melted in the sweltering heat. He had beautiful full lips, and soft poreless skin that I just wanted to kiss right there in the open, in front of everyone. Then it hit me: this was the trust fund kid that all the high school girls had been talking about! He was new in town, and the fresh heartthrob of Malibu High. And he was nineteen.

As he reached out his huge hand and introduced himself as Tristen, I knew I would let him have me. As soon as we touched, I wanted him to take me, in every position, in every way, at the hardest and roughest speed. This was my going to be my Summer Fling, I was certain.

Because I was so picky with dick, the last few months had been a dry spell for me. Also, I had gone through most of the suitable guys in my social circle, and I wasn’t interested in revisiting any of them. My recent motto was that life was short, and it was meant to be lived. And by lived, I meant I would fuck who I wanted, when I wanted.


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