 Beautiful Losers I looked back at Sebastian who was manually feeding Jean another chocolate-coated strawberry. It was incongruously shaped with a cleft which looked a lot like the head of a cock. Jean was letting him push it between his lips slowly. "Jesus! Stop doing that for a sec, you guys. I have to think!" Luckily my port arrived in time and I downed it faster than is strictly proper considering it was a '77. (f/m/m) |
 Tales of the Mumbai Coven I hadn't really looked at him until then. His hair had grown into a pale, ash blond shaggy mop. His skin, which had been pale in life, was paler now. His small boyish nipples stood out darkly against the flesh. And the bones in his face, all angles when I had made him, were even stronger. But still he looked so young. Shiny and new. (horror, bdsm, m/m//f) |
 Gaijin Jennifer awoke to a dull throbbing pain in her chest. She opened her eyes to blackness and felt an immediate flare of panic. She wasn't at home; this wasn't her room, her bed. The pain in her breasts, a hot, pulsing, generalized ache, was all that distracted her from the strangeness she found herself in. Someone, something had hurt her. (non-con, bdsm, M/f) |
 The Dinner PartyIf it hadn't been for the fact that she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, Isabel would have walked out. The whole scene was surreal. These people were all, surely, mad, and this was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Isabel didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be a witness to this - whatever it was. (spanking, drugs, f/f/m) |
 The Splinter The fact that God had chosen Simon to do his work for him didn’t surprise her at all. None of the saints had been perfect people; that’s why God had chosen them, to test them and to show the world that the lowest amongst us could be an instrument of God’s work. But it had happened so fast. Well, she just hadn’t been quite ready for it. (masochism, heresy, f/m) |
 The Waiting RoomShe glanced at him again. She gauged him as unfriendly, one of those Western travelers hell-bent on crafting the fiction that they're the only explorers to a newly discovered wilderness. They spent most of their time glowering at other foreigners for having the bad manners to fuck up their fantasy. (D/s, M/f) |
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Lester was a patient man. In the pale light of dawn, he stood across the street from "Fantasy Hotline" and watched as the women began to leave work. This time, he was clever. There's no point in looking for her, he reminded himself. Listen for her. And so he closed his eyes, leaning back against the sooty brick and listened. (Non-con, f/m) |
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Andrew took a seat in the armchair nearest to her, looking at her thoughtfully. She felt her skin burn beneath his gaze. "Don't cover your breasts, Sophia. You have to learn to trust that my requests aren't unnecessary and that the way I look on your body is not casual. I've seen many women's breasts, but I've never yet forgotten whom they belonged to. This isn't pornography." (D/s, f/M) |
