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Symmetry
by Galloway
"He watched as out of the shadows of the man-made cliff the
third lioness stalked forward through the tall grass, her proud
head low between her shoulders, her powerful flanks swaying slightly
as she moved. Her eyes were intense, almost lambent in the cool
pre-dawn light. As she approached he felt the nervous prickling
of his skin, the rush in the blood that was both fear and excitement."
A zookeeper's fearful and irresistible affection for a lioness,
by Galloway.
In
Quest of a Stable Girl
by Robert Scott Leyse
"And how come there are legions of girls thirsting to play
abuse-me games, anyway? What is it about being screamed at, flung
on the floor, tied up, slapped and spanked that gets their eyes
to brim with affection? How come gentlemanly behavior –
treating them right – only elicits mockery, scorn, contempt?"
An excerpt from the first Angie & Ella epistolary novel, due
in print in winter 2007, by Robert Scott Leyse.
A
Different Kind Of Nirvana
by
William Starr Moake
"A few weeks ago Dick's two daughters came for a visit. Lynne
was 19 and not much of a looker: short hair cut butch-style, glasses,
bone skinny. But Christy was a real beauty. She had long blonde
hair, a baby face and a body that was too perfect for a 16-year-old.
San Quentin quail, as they say in California, and quite a tease
to boot." An ex-cop seeks-to-rein-in-unruly-bratcats tale,
by novelist William Starr Moake.
One
In The Same
by
Brian Francis Ferguson
"Of course Maggie loved her brother, and was even in love
with him, she supposed (her twin brother, she’d fondly emphasize,
suggesting to herself a cosmic simpatico between them she hoped
would absolve her of the stigma of her creepy lusts) and had so
much as vaguely entertained a crush on him since they were teenagers..."
A brother and sister awaken to their love for one another tale,
by Brian Francis Ferguson.
My
Debut as a Slut
by Jean Roberta
"I realized that everyone around me was climbing back into
their daytime roles and preparing to go about their business.
I was being left behind, left with my still-red behind and wet
bush and pink nipples on display for the amusement of the grownups
who had better things to do than to play with me." An academically
oriented woman is enthralled by her wilder side tale, by Jean
Roberta.
Coyote
Blues
by Susan DiPlacido
"That black yawning chasm that would seem unbearably dreadful
if it wasn't broken up with the litter of glittering stars. I'd
never seen anything like it before. [...] You look up and it stretches
beyond you, around you. That's when you realize it's a vastness
that goes forever; encircling, encompassing. Encroaching. Infinity,
looping around and looming tight. That's when the eerie howls
are most welcome." A Vegas girl falls in love against her
will tale, by novelist Susan DiPlacido.
Derailed
by Eric Grant
"The client was a talker, one of those annoying types who
felt inclined to lead some sociological study, or who believed
they were cool asking a call-girl about her past, thought they
were treating her like a human being. 'What got you into the business?
Can you do it out of pleasure sometimes?—Oh! Of course,
I don’t expect you to do so with me, I was just curious...'"
An educated call girl ponders her options tale, by Eric Grant.
Holo
Girl
by Tara Alton
"At the door, I thought it had to be a phone booth door because
it was so narrow. I slammed it shut behind me. There was no light.
I felt for the phone. The door locked behind me. A light came
on. I gasped. I was in an old fashioned peep show booth. I heard
a coin fall in a slot and a window shade came sliding up. On the
other side stood the clerk. 'Holy
shit,' he said. 'A real live girl with big tits in my peep show.
No one will believe this.'" A girl-seeks-to-earn-a-living
tale, set in the not too distant future, by Tara Alton.
Birthday
Girl
by Galloway
"She wondered for a moment why she never wore crimson lipstick
to the office, why she always chose the same restaurant for dinners
out. She was complacent, she realized suddenly, bored with herself,
her responses. She itched for change, not for novelty, per se,
but simply to set her feet off of the path. She wished deeply
for her boyfriend to startle her. She missed the elation of not
knowing what was under the wrapping paper..." A bored-girl's-birthday-surprise
tale, by Galloway.
Scenes
From A Writer's Life
by William Starr Moake
"I have the scars to prove I learned the truth about writing
as a career. I looked behind the curtain and recognized the Wizard
for what he was -- a troll who plays evil tricks on us. I continue
to write, but I do it out of spite. Living well is the best revenge,
but living well is beyond my means and I want my revenge anyway.
One way I get it is convincing new writers to see the mess they
stumbled into like gullible idiots." A reflections-on-writing
tale with Hawaiian interludes, by novelist William Starr Moake.
Love
On Glass
by Robert Scott Leyse
"No peace until I come to terms with Clarissa, that's my
sentence and my curse; and who knows whether the coming to terms
with her will remain within acceptable boundaries? I shudder at
the possibility of overstepping the line of the lawful; I quail
before the chasm within me – the dark places that Clarissa,
by simply existing, has put me back in touch with." A blood
games and murder fantasy tale, by Robert Scott Leyse.
Sidewalk
Funeral: A New York Cab Driver's Tale
by Steven Edward Duescher
"Some people, especially those a trifle the worse for wear
on a Friday or Saturday night, think of cab drivers as their personal
chauffeurs and confidants and lackeys and buddies and psychoanalysists
and nurses, simply because they're paying a measly fare. In the
blink of an eye a complete stranger can be clinging to me like
I'm his last friend on earth; and sometimes it really brims over,
one clinging pest after another seeking to wring the lifeblood
out of me." A cab-driver-seeks-to-stay-sane tale, by Steven
Edward Duescher.
Hope
by
Corey Mesler
"It was then I grabbed that perfect ass for the first time
and pulled that young girl against me. My hands held her there,
digging into her rump with animalistic fervor. It was the most
delicious thing I had ever held. I say that now, even after everything
that has happened. Hope Douglass' ass was made to drive men wild
and I was smitten with it and her simultaneously." A married-man-messes-with-a-teen
tale, by Corey Mesler.
Radio
Talks to the Lonely
by
A.W. Hill
"The woman’s doorbell rang. That is, Harry knew it had rung
because she raised her head like a gazelle sniffing danger, the
tendons in her long neck taut with anticipation, the wooden spoon
still in her hand. The thought struck Harry: do beasts of prey
have an affinity with their predators? Can a creature seek out
pain as an innoculation against fear?" A voyeur-finds-a-willing-window-playmate
tale, by novelist A.W. Hill.
A
Full Moon for Lammas
by
Jean Roberta
"'But
it excites you,' gloated the seducer. Faith realized that this
house had been occupied by a family that had gambled on the land
and lost. She wondered if being with Terra was just as reckless.
'Come on, baby,' urged her guide to the spirit world. 'You can’t
come all this way and not see the whole house.'"
Train
Explosion
by Janet Raquel
"With my gold uptown hoops dangling, my tank top dripping
and tight Jordach jeans piercing my inner thighs, I drew my weapon,
that sardonic smile that daddy always said could bring men to
their knees. It was clear once I entered, that the frustrated
business men, felt a surge of sex bulge between their loins as
they all grabbed their newspapers and made room for me. Could
they smell or simply tell that I had yet to be 'had'?" A-girl-bids-bye-bye-to-maidenhood
tale, by Janet Raquel.
A
Cultivated Garden
by Robert B. Hazelton
"You haven’t found love in this life. You don’t
believe in it anymore. Such a frivolous waste of time, isn’t
it? Love’s just a measure of a man’s vanity to get
a woman to go to bed with him and a woman’s tool to not
have to live with her parent’s for the rest of her days—to
not be a spinster. A way to escape the lot of a life that’s
been bound to servitude by social standards. Love’s not
a state of being or an attainable virtue, it’s a weapon
of statecraft and the eternal struggle between the sexes."
A world-weary-damsel-contemplates-self-destruction tale, by Robert
B. Hazelton.
Confessions
of a Nihilist
by William Starr Moake
"I think I was born a nihilist. Of course, the public image
of a nihilist is a ridiculous stereotype: rebel without a cause,
mad bomber, etc. I am a rebel only in my mind and I have never
purposely injured anyone. In my daily life I lead a quiet existence
and conform to most of the idiotic expectations of my fellow man.
As one sociologist observed, mores develop a life of their own.
Few people actually agree with them, but each person thinks that
everyone else does." An absorbing riddle of attraction tale,
by novelist William Starr Moake.
A
Bushy Tale
by
Jean Roberta
"Tommy was secretly impressed by her companion's willingness
to try on a new role; as she knew from experience, it wasn't always
this easy. Images of Louanne in costumes ranging from angel wings
attached to straps that framed and supported bare breasts to bunny
ears and a fluffy tail flashed through Tommy's mind. At the moment,
however, her clit responded best to the challenge of bringing
out the basic animal in the woman." A woman-plays-at-being-a-pet
tale, by Jean Roberta.
Ascension
by
Marie Drennan
"In
the practice of caging, an advanced form of sexual bondage, a
man is custom-fitted with a restrictive metal tube that prevents
him from touching or stimulating his penis. It also prevents the
penis from becoming erect. Some variations include interior bumps
or spikes, which cause pain when the penis tries to stiffen. [...]
Simultaneously stimulated and deprived of stimulation, the man
and his dick become overwhelmed, frantic, desperate to come."
Modern day penance and reflections on Mary Magdalen: a stunning
first erotic tale by Marie Drennan.
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