With a swift lunge I drove the stake through Ibrahim Wahid's heart, ending his existence. The towering, centuries-old vampire crumbled into dust before my eyes. Dust to dust, I said with a shrug, tucking the metal-sheathed stake in my purse. The master vampire had been a particularly dangerous opponent, especially since he'd been around for seven centuries o...
We were lying in bed together, still in the afterglow of our second fuck of the afternoon, and we both knew this was the last time we'd be together like this. Maureen's fingers traced across my face, lingering on my lips. She sighed, then looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you going to write a story about me?" "Maybe. Probably. Would that be okay?" She pa...
"Brian Pumper, do you remember that porno scene we filmed a few years back, the one where you got dressed in a nice blue silk shirt like a businessman while I dressed like a stripper, and you fucked me up the ass on exercise equipment? Well, today, I'm going to do the same to you," Vida Valentine said, smiling smugly at the one-time Black Prince of Porn. "U...
"Oomph, oomph, aaah, eeyah," I was truly amazed at the extend of Belinda Jones' grasp of the English vocabulary. She improved. "Yeah, fuck me baby, give it to me." Not to be left behind, she might think I was a moron with no language skills at all, I joined in. "Yes, yes, baby," I ran out of words and used some of hers, "Oomph, yeah, aaah!" I looked at the...
Dear Readers, A few years ago I was living with my boyfriend, let's call him X. We had been dating for about a year and had a good, sensual relationship, but I sometimes thought X was a bit square in bed. I enjoyed being lightly dominated, but was afraid to tell him for fear that he might think I'm "weird." One evening we were watching Last Tango in Paris...
We rejoin Mor, the orange amazon superwoman and our solitary traveling uh, well, ok, let's go ahead and call him a hero, for want of a more precise term, Baldo Rheen. Baldo has suffered some internal bruising at the hands (and feet) of Mol Dett; Mor's (now deceased) former slave master. Mor has set to making a tea of herbs and a poultice from flower buds she...
Meet Captain Lorna Mayflower, a forty-two-year-old Canadian Armed Forces veteran living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. This proud Canadian superwoman is dealing with a problematic issue of a decidedly private nature. Lorna is a good Christian woman who has been celibate for years. Well, when women get to a certain age and don't have enough sex, they can exp...
It was 11pm at the nondescript motel just off the freeway, somewhere near Fresno. The room was almost pitch black, with two tired queen-sized beds separated by a night stand. We laid there and listened to his 13-year-old daughter in the next bed as she tossed and turned her way to sleep. The air conditioner fought the August heat outside with alternating per...
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Life can take us in many unpredictable journeys. Take me for example. My name is Amira Anisah Rafiq. In another life, my name was Greta Von Rossbach. A six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian woman living in the City of Riyadh, in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I have been living there for more than twenty years now. I'm the wife...