June 15, 2011 by admin
Janette was just minding her own business, on the rebound from another failed relationship, sipping on her wine, when he touched her. It was just a light, inadvertent touch as he passed by. But it was electric.
His name was Cliff. And he wasn’t from Earth. He traveled on a machine called The Beast. Her thoughts turned dirty as she imagined what he looked like naked.
Category Genre: Sci-Fi/Futuristic, Length: Short Story, Price: Under $2.00 | Tags: sal aceous | Comments Off
May 4, 2011 by admin
Detective Matt Deaton is hot on the trail of a sadistic serial killer. Convinced the murderer is a Dom, Matt goes to a bondage club to investigate D/s. But his interview of the sexy, commanding Master Stahl takes an unexpected turn, and before Matt realizes what’s happening, he’s agreed to one night of no-holds-barred bondage play at his lakeside cottage.
Things don’t go the way either Matt or his new Master expect. While the few hours of intense erotic pleasure they share give Matt a glimpse into the mind of the savage killer-whom he’s determined to stop, at all costs-the unfettered passion it unleashes exposes a danger far more treacherous . . . to them both.
Category Genre: Contemporary, Genre: Gay/Lesbian, Length: Short Story, Price: Under $4.00, Theme: BDSM | Tags: Author: Tawny Taylor,gay erotica | Comments Off
April 28, 2011 by admin
Three Scholars of Eddin have come to the Healer’s House with an exciting new experimental device: Highcock’s Oscillating Apparatus. Its vibratory motion may cure everything from hearing loss to “female complaints,” and two priestesses of Neya the Beloved have been asked to experiment with it.
Postulant Scholar Jep Burrman is supposed to stay quiet and do the scut work for his two superiors. But when the priestesses choose him–and only him–to help them test the Apparatus, life for Jep will never be the same.
EXCERPT:
Jep’s head swam as if he’d been knocked over the head. He was to run the Apparatus without his superiors? Highcock and Peewell had gone on at length about how clever they’d been to think of obtaining Beloveds for test subjects. “It saves us the expense of hiring whores, and think of the erotic sights we might see!” Highcock had chortled. Jep would have Harla to pay when he got back to Eddin’s Temple for having seen them alone. When his sight cleared, the plump girl was down to her corset and underthings; suddenly the future seemed much less important.
He hadn’t noticed the Embodiment standing beside him until she chuckled, “Never worry, Burrman Postulant, you have only to run your machine there.”
“The machine?” he croaked. “Yes, Holy One, the machine.” He took up his station again by the machine. “Are you ready, miss?” he said to the girl.
“My name’s Anda, dear, and I’m as ready as I suppose I might ever be.”
“Oh, let me make introductions, I’m terribly sorry. May I make known to you our current Supplicant, Anda Barrows.”
A Supplicant–not a servant or even a simple Beloved, but someone chosen to learn directly from the Embodiments and the Gods Themselves. Oh dear. Jep gulped and opened up the valve. The handgrip, still with the ball attached, rattled in its stand. “Whenever you’re ready, miss, just pick it up and put it…wherever,” he squeaked.
Anda considered. “I think Burrman Postulant should run the test, don’t you, Allis? He’s really rather cute behind those specs. Look at those nice strong arms. All that blushing, and the prettiest mouth.” He had a pretty mouth?
“Most assuredly,” smiled the Embodiment. “The two of us don’t know what the machine does, or what it’s capable of.”
“Holy One, I don’t think I should…I mean…”
But she had him by the arm and was propelling him toward the stand. “Show us how you Scholars envision its use.”
“Yes, Holy One,” he gulped. “Um, Anda, is it? Perhaps you might sit up on the treatment table. You might find it more pleasant. Sometimes the vibration makes it difficult to stand, depending on what you’re…uh…” Anda scooted onto the table while he adjusted the handgrip’s regulator until it barely shook in his hand. Leave it to Master Scholar Highcock to turn it up all the way. Should he keep the ball attachment on it? It seemed like the best to start with.
Jep looked up from his adjustments to find Anda sitting before him on the table, the two large, soft mounds above the top of her corset almost under his nose. Very large. Very soft. Amma preserve me. “How’s this?” she said.
He quickly scooted around to the back of the table. “Let’s start with your back.” He pressed the quivering ball against the small of her back and moved it up one side of her spine; she let out a long, happy moan. “Does it hurt? Is it too strong?”
Her voice jiggled in time with the ball. “It’s delightful! It could be stronger, even–yes, that’s good! Oh, Allis, wait till you feel this, it shakes you all over!” she laughed.
Jep rolled it over her shoulders, trying to ignore the shimmying flesh beneath the ball until he found himself looking into her cleavage again, this time from above; he shut his eyes against her quivering breasts and stuffed down a moan of his own. He would never dismiss a fat girl ever again.
He shut off the handgrip and hung it on its stand as quickly as he could. “That’s the basic idea,” he said, backing away from the table. He wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers.
“I hardly see how that might alleviate ‘female complaints,’” said the Holy One.
“Oh, I can,” said Anda. “Bring that thing back here, Burrman Postulant.”
“I think, miss…oh!” He’d backed up into Allis, who gently herded him toward Anda.
“Now, Burrman Postulant–what’s your first name?”
“Jep, Holy One.”
“Jep, you may call me Allis for the duration of our time in this room. All right?” She put her little white hand in his, and he nearly swooned. “I am correct in assuming you are quite inexperienced when it comes to women, yes?”
He burned as if he’d swallowed a coal from the boiler, and nodded. …
Category Genre: Fantasy, Length: Short Story, Price: Under $2.00, Theme: Steampunk | Tags: fantasy,MeiLin Miranda,prequel,series,steampunk | 1 Comment
April 27, 2011 by admin
CPA Lauren Hughes has been so busy working on taxes, she hasn’t managed to cultivate a love life. She’s so desperate for fun, she accepts a ticket to what she thinks is a rave. When she finds everyone at a mansion playing board games, she thinks she’s been had…until she doesn’t win and learns that Richard, her host, has very special consequences for losing. If only she hadn’t been too vain to wear glasses, she’d have read the rules in the foyer and have a clue about what the players expect her to do next. But with tall, dark, and sexy Richard in charge, Lauren can’t bring herself to leave before she learns exactly what he has in store for her.
Category Genre: Contemporary, Length: Short Story, Price: Under $2.00 | Tags: Lyla Sinclair | 2 Comments
April 23, 2011 by admin
For stay at home mom, Ella, Halloween trick or treating with the children was the extent of her ghoulish activities. But her husband, Michael, has plans to bring out the devilish side of her when they masquerade as vampires for a bloodsucking night on the town. Will the vampire fling he has in mind leave love’s bite on their ecstasy or will their wicked jaunt put a stake in their passion?
CAUTION: Love’s Bite contains graphic and explicit sexual intimacy including some tantalizing uses of fangs. This is an erotic short story.
LENGTH: Short Story
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EXCERPT:
Michael slid his hand under her mini-skirt. Ella felt her chest tighten. She closed her eyes revealing a sexy vamp design penciled over her eyelids that would revive any undead vampire. Michael’s fingers moved slowly up her thighs tracing the fishnet stockings. The tips of his fingers felt the heat radiating from her soft panties. He gently pressed his fingers against the slope of her pelvic ridge. Ella breathed in deeply and opened her lipstick black lips. Michael could see her eyes roll side to side beneath her eyelids and he knew she would not be walking home tonight as she had threatened. He began to rub her clit through the fabric of her panties as he caressed her satin black blushed cheeks with the back of his other hand. Ella gasped and began to moan softly as she felt the heat from her pussy rush through her skin like an exploding wildfire.
“You are so fucking bad.” Ella sighed. “Okay, do you want to fuck me now on this McMansion side street or shall we enjoy a little vampire party crashing first?”
Michael increased his circling of her clit. “Are you sure?” He toyed.
“Michael, I knew the day I met you…” She licked her lips as her hips lurched towards each rotation of his fingers. “…That you were going to cause me a lot of headaches and love.” She smiled, leaned up and kissed him passionately.
Category Genre: Paranormal, Length: Short Story, Price: Under $2.00, Theme: BDSM, Theme: Vampire | Tags: erotic,erotic romance,erotica,erotica romance,Halloween,sex,Theme: BDSM,vampire romance,vampires | 1 Comment
April 5, 2011 by admin
I have a secret–a deliciously wicked secret. Care to guess what it is? I’ll give you a hint. I get hot and wet just thinking about it. Are you ready to curl up with a naughty book and step into my world of dark erotic fantasy?
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Over two hundred years ago, the Master of Sin welcomed guests to Castle Greh, inviting them to taste decadent carnal pleasures every night. Now, some claimed the castle was haunted by the dark prince and his many lovers.
She was about to learn the truth…
About the castle.
About the Master.
And about her darkest desires.
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WARNING: 18+ only. This 5,500 word short story contains graphic language, detailed sex scenes, erotic situations, domination and submission (D/s), same-gender contact, group sex, exhibitionism, S&M and more. It’s definitely not for the easily offended.
LENGTH: Short Story
SAMPLE
Warm fingers stroked my arm, and I sucked in a gasp. A rat?
“The Master is waiting,” a female whispered.
That was no rat.
“We cannot make him wait,” this time, a male.
“The Master will have what he wants, or he will punish us all,” another female’s whisper.
Was I dreaming?
I jerked upright, blinking. Chills as sharp as claws raked down my arms and legs. Shivering, I frantically searched the inky blackness, blinking at the thick darkness as if it would clear away. “Who’s there?” I scooted back until my spine ground against the headboard, dragging my blanket with me.
“He has been waiting,” the female whispered.
“Waiting for what?” I asked.
“His slave,” the male said.
I jerked my head to the left and held my breath. “Slave?” The lamp. Light. Now. I snapped the blankets off my legs and scrambled across the bed sightlessly grappling for the light.
“The Master waits.” This time the female’s voice was behind me. Too close.
I whipped my head around, and lunged forward, both arms stretched in front of me. “Who?” I touched nothing but air. But as I flailed, ice-cold fingers dragged down my arm, nails gently grazing my skin. Something clamped around one of my wrists.
Eyes wide, heartbeat racing, I fingered it with my free hand. “What’s this?”
No answer.
A second cuff snapped around my other wrist, and seconds later, I was yanked across the room, stumbling and blind. Terrified.
“Oh God, please stop,” I begged.
“He has waited long enough,” the female whispered, in front of me.
“Don’t hurt me, please.” Powerless to do anything else, I followed the lead of whoever was dragging me down the dark corridor. But I didn’t do so silently. I plead. I begged. I made promises I could never keep. My words fell on deaf ears.
We turned left, right. Left again. Down stairs and around several more corners. I tried to keep track, but after even more turns, I was completely lost.
Finally, we stopped.
A door slammed shut behind me. I tried to whirl around, toward the sound, but the tension on the cuffs securing my wrists wouldn’t let me. My right arm lifted then my left. Metal chains clanked. Something hard and cold snagged the neckline of my t-shirt and before I knew what was happening, a bone chilling riiiiip filled the darkness. I swallowed a scream, teeth chattering, heart in my throat. A cool breeze whisked over my stomach and chest as the torn material flapped open.
I couldn’t see a thing. It was so dark I was completely blind. My arms were secured over my head, and I was vulnerable, nearly powerless, and at the mercy of my captor.
I’ve never felt this kind of stark terror. Tears burned my eyes, seeped from the corners and trailed down my cheeks.
Who were these people and what did they want from me?
Category Genre: Paranormal, Length: Short Story, Price: Under $2.00, Theme: BDSM | Tags: Author: Tawny Taylor,Theme: BDSM,under $2.00 | 1 Comment
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