Emily Plays The Game

"To win the game, you have to be willing to accept the special prize"

Emily tried desperately to calm her nerves. It was Saturday and she had less than an hour left to prepare herself. She had won and now she waited to collect her special prize. Her need to have stability through wealth,...

The Dollhouse

"Where do cyberpunks go for a good time?"

A cascade of long blonde hair flowed across Rae's chest, obscuring the molten mouth mauling her nipples and the wandering fingertips scraping the insides of her thighs. The impromptu pinch of pearly whites launched her breasts skyward, draining the air...

MythBreakers (A Parody)

"To test an erotic myth on this TV show, a lusty redhead becomes a bound centerpiece for her male co-hosts."

Production Note: This summary of an unaired show was filmed during the 2007 season. Announcer: “Can a woman cause four men to climax simultaneously? On this episode of MythBreakers, we'll test the validity of a video making the rounds called Four-On-One....

The Sin Preceding Original Sin: Adam Swiped Left

"Wildcats shall meet with desert beasts, satyrs shall call to one another; There shall the Lilith repose, and find for herself a place to rest. - The Bible, Isaiah 34:14."

Miriam Cohen was gobsmacked: mother had arranged a valentine's date for her. Not with a random young man, of course; rather, mama confided, in hushed tones, that David’s mother had confided, in hushed tones, “Doctor potential.”He was intuitive, recognising Miriam’s...

The Strangler Fig Pas de Deux

"“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.” Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well."

The whirring fan was a triumph of optimism over effectiveness, not a skerrick of breeze cut through the treacly mugginess shrouding my skin. That humidity, redolent of molasses, mango, and frangipani, continually asked: Always the outsider in this fugging hell...

Spellbound: Peek-a-Boo

"What angel wakes me from my flow’ry bed? Titania"

Never look back; that's your mantra. It helped loosen the knots binding me to parental beliefs. But, now; fuck you, it's never, ‘just sex.’So it’s a spiteful last longing look over my shoulder, before vanishing into the woods. Lot’s wife glanced...