Anatoly leaned in, grinning over a mug of frothy ale. “Come on, mate. I know you’ve never done this before,” he rasped, his voice coarse and breath reeking of stale beer. “It’s been, what, three weeks since we got back to the city? You really need to finally get your rocks off.” He slapped his hand on Bram’s shoulder, nearly causing him to spill his beer. Bram shot him a look and got an amused grin in response. “No,” he m...

Dear Diary, The sun sinks low, casting elongated shadows that dance across my bedroom wall. I observe the clock, its hands creeping toward the hour when I'll finally be alone with my thoughts and my flesh. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, each tick mirroring the thudding of my heart. Why does time drag when I'm yearning for this? It's as if the cosmos conspires to extend my torment. An electric charge courses ac...

Damn. What time is it? A ray of morning sun was burning through a crack in the drawn drapes, directly striking my right eye. I rolled to the left to avoid the piercing ray. This minimal movement traded one type of pain for another. It felt as if my temples were being squeezed between the jaws of a huge carpenter’s vise. The throbbing headache, the dry mouth and furry tongue were enough to remind me. I’d tied one on the ni...

Chapter One I sat up and heard my stiff joints snap, crackle, and pop into place. If my injuries hurt yesterday, they were screaming this morning. Every bruise seemed to have bore deeper inside me while my injured ankle felt locked in place. I couldn’t think about any of this, of course. It was hard to focus on the pains of yesterday when your kidnapper was knelt beside your bed, tying a gag around your mouth. “Mmmmph!” I...

I don’t know exactly what I expected. I called the number Richard had given me at the adult arcade and reached his voice mail. I left a vague message. It was now Sunday, three days later and Richard hadn’t returned my call. Chalk it up to just another “Rich guy fucks a trailer trash skank and then jokes about it at the club.” I sighed, then took a sip of my Earl Grey Breakfast tea. What had happened to my life? I loved my...

"What the hell is going on?" James muttered to himself, staring in bewilderment at the book in his hands. It was a peculiar tome, one that had been gathering dust on his shelf for ages, until tonight's insomnia had led him to it. The pages fluttered open of their own accord, revealing images that were definitely not part of the library's usual collection. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, sure he was hallucinating. He receive...

I found myself floating in a dark void, seemingly naked, my tall body fully visible to the nothingness around me. I couldn’t see, smell, or hear anything. The temperature was perfect—not too hot, not too cold. My body reacted to my thoughts, my hands moving as I willed them. Glancing down, I noticed my flaccid cock, strangely relaxed. There was no excitement, no pain—just a sense of calm comfort. But then, a bright light...

She wiped at the sweat coalescing on her forehead, sitting off-kilter on the stump outside of the barn. The summer heat was unbearable for a young woman who’d only just recently left the comforts of city living, and the stink of warm hay and manure assaulted her nostrils. Some of her sisters, she was told, had learned to ignore the stench. The homespun sundress she wore clung insistently to her body at her chest and thigh...

She was a docent at the art museum. Her name tag read "AGRAT." Hal was an assistant director at the museum. He asked her about the unusual name. "It’s an old family name," she said. That evening, out of curiosity, Hal looked up the name. To his surprise, "Agrat" was supposedly a succubus. She was royalty, no less, one of four succubus queens, along with Lilith, Eisheth Zenunim, and Naamah. Agrat’s full name was Agrat bat...