Hot Excerpt from “S.A.R.A.H.”

The age of sexbots is almost here — but S.A.R.A.H., the new short story from P.C. Ryan, gives you a glimpse of what that future might look like. Robert is a lonely man, the kind of man that might want to purchase a sexbot. But Robert is also a man that is about to undertake an erotic and exhilarating sexual journey — because he buys a sexbot!

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Sarah arrived this evening in a large crate. S.A.R.A.H stands for Sexually-Active-Robot-Artificial-Human, but I can call her any name I want, and I like Sarah. The delivery guy eased the container into my living room and grinned as I signed his electronic pad.

“Okay, Mister Vincent,” he said, still smirking, “enjoy the product.”

I escorted him out, closed the door, and then I grinned. I was shaking with nervousness as I made my way back into the living room. There was a parcel that came with the crate and it read on the label, “Please open first”.

Inside was a manual and it had simple instructions set out in easy-to-read sections. It told me exactly what I’d ordered: a five-foot-six synthetic human — with long black hair, and dreamy, brown eyes. This model was a size ten, and the instructions stipulated that S.A.R.A.H. could do everything, the same as a human being. The robot would read the situation beforehand, and would perform in a way that would fit the mood. As a bonus, each model — male or female — could cook and clean as the normal domestic models.

The crate itself was roughly the size of a kitchen refrigerator, so I set about unscrewing the wooden exterior. This left the energizer pod, where Sarah could recharge. The pod had a button on the front panel and I waited before I pressed it. Excitement brimmed inside, and I felt nervous as well as expectant — like a kid waiting for a favorite toy. I pressed the green button and there was a hiss of air. The door slid into the side of the pod, revealing Sarah for the first time.

“Oh … wow,” I gushed. She was all I’d ever wanted and more. I stood and gazed for a short while. Sarah was standing and wearing an all-in-one white jumpsuit, with a zipper on the front, quite see-through. Her black hair tumbled to her shoulders and didn’t look any bit false or fake or like a wig. Her eyes were shut and her long lashes delicately rested on the top of her high cheeks. The android’s nose was slim and dainty, and further down were the most full and luscious red lips. I lowered my gaze and the thin material revealed her pert, pink nipples, and full C-cup breasts — I could feel my dick stiffening. Her body sculpted to a petite waist and in the center of her stomach was a dainty belly button. I continued looking and saw a triangular mound of black pubic hair, perfectly groomed. I felt a small droplet of seminal fluid ooze from the tip of my already throbbing penis. I ran my tongue over my lips in anticipation. Her legs were slim and smooth, and as I absorbed more, came to rest my gaze on her dainty feet.

The electronic manual said all I had to do was speak, and Sarah would come to life! Everything, as far as I could make out, was programmed into her mainframe. I opened my mouth to speak, but found I couldn’t at first. I swallowed hard; there was this beautiful woman standing in my living room. She didn’t look exactly like anyone I knew, but the manual said that she did have different personalities mixed in. I took the plunge and spoke.

“Sarah, wake up.” Instantly her eyes opened to reveal beautiful brown eyes, and the cutest smile.

“Hello, Robert,” she said smoothly.

“H-hi,” I eventually garbled. This isn’t at all what I expected, I thought. I was expecting a straightforward robotic voice with broken answers.

“May I step out of my pod?” Sarah asked, her tone soft.

“Y-yes, please do,” I responded. She stepped forward and joined me in the center of the room. God, she’s beautiful. My heart thumped faster

“Would it be okay if I took a shower?” she asked.

“Yes, of course. I have an ensuite, which is set to the back of my bedroom,” I said.

“All the information about your home and our bedroom is programmed into my memory. Did you buy clothes for me to wear?” she asked.

“Yes, they’re in the wardrobe.” I remembered all the questions that were on the list of things to buy, when I signed the original contract. It just felt really strange saying it. The house had everything on the same floor, so Sarah walked down the corridor to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but look at her rounded arse that did actually remind me of a peach in a fruit bowl. God, she is beautiful, I found myself thinking again.

I couldn’t help myself; I moved closer to the bathroom. I could hear the water hissing from the shower; the door was partially open. I stood looking — perving, more than anything — at this goddess of a woman washing her body. It was really hard to believe that she wasn’t a real woman, but an automaton. The steam clouded the bathroom and the mirror misted up. Then it happened!

“Robert, would you like to get in the shower with me?” Sarah called out through the steam.

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Hot Excerpt from “Wolf’s Kiss”

When Siryn Sueng last left us in Incubus Touch, the fey were invading the sleepy Norwegian town of Tromsø — and Valyn had found love with Jakai, but Nolan was still waiting to be claimed. Now, in Wolf’s Kiss, in walks Halken, the man who will scoop Nolan up in his arms. But, also, in walks trouble.

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Tromsø, Norway. It wasn’t where I thought I’d end up, but it wasn’t bad either. Large cities were not my usual deal, being from the middle of nowhere. I was used to the snow, and the cold which wasn’t cold at all. What I wasn’t used to was the humans. The stench of their city as they polluted the air with their machines. Even so. It wasn’t all bad.

Especially when I had a cute, little blond grinding his ass against me.

He was drunk, but that wasn’t the point. I didn’t know what race he was, but that didn’t matter either. What mattered was that he was attractive, and that he was all over me. I could smell his need for sex, like an intoxicating incense burning so thick it clouded my senses. I saw only him. My thoughts were all about him. Every instinct pulled at me to take him, mate with him, make him mine.

I slid my hands to his hips, helping him to keep his balance as he danced with me. I wasn’t even paying attention to the music, just the way his hips swayed and how hard he was pushing his ass against my crotch. I tugged at his waist, keeping him right up on me so he could feel my erection. Damn, the little blond was really turning me on.

He trembled under my grip and I grinned. I was going to enjoy having him. In fact, why was I waiting? I twisted him around so he was facing me and I picked him up, one leg in each hand to keep him on my hips. “Are you ready to go home with me?”

His pretty, green eyes were dull at first with the alcohol he’d consumed. As my words sunk in, his gaze widened and he blushed deeply as he stared at me. “Y-you’re taking me?”

I smiled. “I’m going to mate with you.”

He wrapped his arms around my neck and clung tightly to me. He pulled himself close to my face and smiled. “Oh, yes, please!”

I adjusted my grip to hold him tighter as I carried him and forced my way through the crowd of dancers. I felt eyes on me as I moved and turned just enough to look to see who it was. The bar was elevated above the dance floor and seated there were two men. One was too busy enjoying his lover’s touch as his head was tilted against the other’s shoulder. The second was who watched me while he teased the man who lay on him.

I glared at the incubus and he simply smiled and turned his attention to the one in his grip. Why had he been watching me and the sexy, little blond when he had his own mated right there? The idea that he might have been interested had anger slowly burning through me. If he even thought so much as to touch what I’d claimed as mine, I’d tear his arms off.

The idea wasn’t present for long as the young man I carried out of the club rolled his hips on me and I was reminded of the healthy arousal he’d achieved with all of his dancing and grinding against me. In the human bar, there were plenty of looks that were shot at us as we passed the tables, where smoke rose from cigars and old men scrunched their noses. I ignored them and so did the blond in my arms. He was far too busy rubbing his erection on my stomach to pay them any mind. I listened to his sweet voice as he moaned in my ear all the way out into the snow and to the car I’d driven over. I got him in the passenger seat, being careful of his head and limbs. Once he was secure in the seat, I climbed in the driver side and headed out to the home I was renting.

I hadn’t thought I’d be claiming anyone during my stay in Tromsø, but that had gone out the window. I hadn’t planned on staying either. But maybe it wasn’t so bad to stick around. After all, with a sexy young man hanging on me … who would want to leave?

I pulled into the driveway a little while later, and coaxed the young man out of the car. His being drunk was making it a little difficult, but I managed to get him in the house; even if he was wrapped around me like a monkey. I took him down the hall to the left to the bedroom. The bed was large enough for both of us, but just barely. No lights were on, so the darkness was thick as I crossed the room. I deposited him on the mattress with a light thump and a soft oof from him. I climbed onto the bed with him. I leaned on my arms, keeping my body off him as I took his mouth. He tasted of alcohol, the sharp sting of it filled my senses as I swept my tongue across his.

He shivered under me as he curled his hands into my shirt. I cupped his head with one hand and with the other, pulled his leg up against my hip. I opened my eyes as I slowed my kissing. He’ll pass out soon. I pulled away from him. He must have had a lot to drink before I found him. His head lolled a little as he struggled to stay awake. He wasn’t even focused on me anymore. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled.

“Go to sleep,” I whispered to him and stretched out next to him. If he heard me, I wouldn’t know, because he was passed out right after.


My sexy blond took a while to wake up, but it was better that way. I’d long since gotten up. The darkness was illuminated by flickering yellow flames. The candles served as a source of light and incense. I waited patiently as I tended to the soft, black rope in my hands. When he groaned, I knew he was awake. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him as he sat up. At first, he looked confused, then his face started to darken and I knew his mind was putting it all together for him.


I smiled. “Good morning.”

“G-good morning,” he muttered in response.

“You were quite drunk last night.”


I stood up and put the rope on the bed and climbed onto the mattress with him. His eyes were locked on the black length of rope. “What do you remember?”

“Um. Drinking. A lot. And then, dancing with someone. Probably you?”

“Definitely me.”

“You took me home with you. Said you would claim me.” He looked at me then, his voice shaking with nerves. “Did you?”

“You were too drunk, you fell asleep on me.”

“I … sorry.”

I shrugged. “Don’t be sorry. It’s better this way.” I cupped the back of his head and kissed him. He inhaled sharply, his body tense before he melted under my touch. He opened his mouth for me and I played with his tongue. I slowly ended the kiss and leaned away from him so I could see him better. “What’s your name? I never did catch it last night.”

“Nolan. And you?”

“Halken. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nolan.” I grinned at him while I started to unbutton his shirt. “So, have you heard anything about werewolves?”

“A little,” he breathed his response as he let me undo his clothes.

“What have you heard?” I slid the pale colored button up off his shoulders slowly.

“Wolves are into bondage.”

“Many are, yes. Anything else?” His shirt hit the floor and I ran my hands down his chest.

Nolan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip before he answered me. “Some are more extreme than others.”

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Hot Excerpt from “Sharing Silvia”

Robin Tiergarten brings us a mind-bending erotica short story, full of mind reading, BDSM, and telepathic orgasms. If you’re ready for a journey through eroticism and dark fantasies, then read on for the excerpt — or better yet, click here to find out where to get your copy.

Silva’s brain may as well have had a large neon sign that said “open for sexual business” flashing in front of it. It didn’t just invite him in; it nearly swallowed him. He had been flying forward, rushing toward her mental doorway, when she simply flung the door wide open. He mentally tripped and fell inside.

He’d never expected that. The average person could easily block him out without trying; he didn’t really mind that. Usually, he would get only the thoughts that leaked out of people. He’d only enter their thoughts if they didn’t mind or if they welcomed him, but that took more time than one might expect. Even a person receptive to the idea took a little time to grow comfortable with the connection. It became an issue of trust. Other times, it was like a date. The person would take a little time, think about a connection, and decide it was fine.

In a room full of people, he’d pick up the leaked thoughts; then he’d get a few invitations. He’d “knock” on those doors and find one with a welcome sign. Then he’d go in. He’d flow through the sexual dreams — only those — and avoid the rest. Sexual and sensual dreams existed in a special place in the mind. They weren’t a way to control or brainwash someone. Rather, sensual fantasies seemed somehow disconnected from rational thought and most of the waking brain. The people he’d visited always welcomed him in the day or night dreams. They enjoyed the variations he added; they increased their satisfaction but seemed to leave the rest of the dreamers’ lives intact. In some ways, he thought, his travels added more joy to the world.

Now, Noah fell through darkness. He relaxed and waited for the adjustment that always happened. Swirls of colors began to form near his falling form. Cyan, lemon, emerald, crimson spun and wrapped themselves about his arms, legs, and torso. A light in the darkness swelled from a pin-point, growing larger by the moment, until it pushed the darkness away. As it did the colors faded to white and then — boom — he was there.

He found himself in a Victorian parlor. The prominent color was red — ornate red, black, and gold wallpaper covered the walls. Two red leather wing chairs and a red leather settee were tastefully arranged near a black marble fireplace and hearth, where a fire burned. A small bronze statue of Apollo ravishing Daphne as she turned into a tree graced the mantle. The polished wooden floors reflected the flames, making their light dance seductively around a red, black, and gold circular rug with a harsh, angled pattern. Oil lamps illuminated the room further — two on circular, black marble occasional tables with seductive curved legs.

Two racks hung on the far wall. One contained leather straps, chains, and other restraints. The other had an assortment of smaller items — phalluses of various color, composition, and size, matching spade-shaped plugs, small leather straps, harnesses, and riding crops — in red and black. A low-lying, black table with a few levels stood near the racks. An iron cage occupied a corner to the left.

Silvia was inside the cage, naked, head bowed, waiting. Light played off her pale skin. Noah studied it for a moment, more intrigued by where the light didn’t reach than where it did. Her large breast hung in dark silhouette; the front of her torso was an alluring mystery in the dark while her back seemed golden white. As he walked around the cage, his eyes traced the light that traveled down her neck and her shoulder blades to the hips and the ample ass where darkness again took over.

She was a model of patience, whose head moved in slight increments to follow him as he walked. For a moment, right as he was about to move directly behind her, she raised her head and looked over her shoulder. Their eyes locked; then she looked away as he subtly nodded.

“Head down.”

She complied. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a bun so that its darkest elements were revealed.

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Hot Excerpt from “The Madness of Doctor Wankenstein”

Justin MacCormack is back with another sexy and hilarious tale of intrepid young Englishman Jonathan Woodcock! Having just escaped the clutches of the evil (and hedonistic) Count Shagula, Jonathan is trying to get back home to England. On a pause in his travels, he gets caught up in the madness (and hedonism) of Doctor Wankenstein.

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I inhaled sharply as a rush of horror filled me, gazing upon what lay on the slab. It was what appeared to be a large figure, heavily muscular and powerful. The sheet lay folded down, allowing me to witness the figure’s taut, muscular chest. His face was magnificent. He was marvellously beautiful, one of the most handsome men that I had ever laid my eyes upon.

“You are impressed,” said the doctor. “I have chosen the best parts for him.”

I glanced up from the man on the slab. “The best p-p-p-arts?” I stuttered.

The doctor nodded, drawing his hands along the figure’s muscular chest. “He has the Charles Atlas seal of approval, Igor. And lay your eyes on this.”

Pulling the sheet lower, the doctor revealed the figure’s crotch.

“Good Lord!” I gasped. “It’s almost as if he has three legs!”

While I attempted to compose myself, a low rumble of thunder rolled overhead. I barely noticed. My mind still reeled from witnessing the figure’s mammoth-like trunk — I didn’t even see as the doctor waltzed away from me, clambering up a tall ladder to our side. Pausing for only a moment to check the view through the skyline high above us, the doctor began to pull on a large wheel.

I stumbled back. Several chains rattled across the floor, tensing as they were yanked upwards by Wankenstein’s turning of the wheel. The slab rattled as the chains tensed around it, dragging the slab upwards, swaying unsteadily, up into the open rafters of the tower.

“Now!” he called. “Before the lightning starts, Igor! Man the controls!”

I glanced back and forth. “How?” I asked.

“Damn it,” he barked, “I explained this to you before, didn’t I? Oh, no, wait, that was the other Igor.”

I folded my arms, unimpressed. In the distance, a low rumble of thunder bellowed.

Winding one of the chains in place around the wheel, the doctor threw back his trailing laboratory coat. With a nimble leap, he jumped from the platform over to the slab, landing upon it as it swayed and rocked back and forth. “Pull that lever!” he barked.

Rushing over to it, I gave the lever a strong yank. As it slid into place with a dull click, a large metallic object clattered into view high above us. I watched as the doctor retrieved a syringe from his coat, filling it with several concoctions from his pockets. He jammed the liquid into the body before him, throwing the empty bottles to the floor.

Lightning snapped through the air, illuminating the tower.

“Turn that wheel!” he barked.

I hurried over, doing just that. A series of other metallic objects swung into view, and I determined their function was to capture the lightning. Snatch it from the air like some kind of electric rod. “I say,” I said, “this definitely contravenes some kind of health and safety regulation. Has this place been checked for fire safety?”

Wankenstein didn’t answer me. Instead, he reached up into the rafters above him, grabbing hold of one of the sharp metal items. With a decisive thrust, he jammed it into the creature’s chest. Another rumble of thunder echoed through the air.

The doctor cackled, and the air seemed to snap with energy. Whatever he had planned, the time had come.

“Now!” he screamed. “Throw open the switches on the sonic oscillator!”

I looked around. “Is this it?” I asked, hurrying over to a large bank of whirring machines.

“No, you damn fool, Igor!” he snapped. “That’s the trans-dimensional warp configuration dynamo. Damn it, Igor, why did I ever decide it was a good idea to split your brain with the cat?”

I hurried over to the next machine.

“Yes,” he said, “that’s it. And while you’re at it, step up the reactor input three more points.”

Grumbling about all of the manual labor, I hurried around the chamber. “Hope I’ll be getting paid for this,” I complained.

With an excited cheer, the doctor threw off his laboratory coat, throwing it carelessly behind him. The lightning crackled through the air. With barely a second to spare, the doctor hurled himself from the slab, landing back on the platform. The blazing electricity seared through the air, connecting with the metallic apparatus. Writhing like a snake, the electric current passed through the channels, engulfing the slab in a vibrating hue.

The doctor pulled himself to his knees, his hair standing on end. Sliding down his goggles over his eyes, he yanked free the chain, sending the slab crashing down to the floor below him. He dove down the stairway, missing every other step as he did. “Now!” he announced. “Pump out the aqua vitae!”

I stumbled out from where I had hid behind the machinery. “The aquavi-wha?”

“Aqua vitae!” he declared. “The water of life. My God, man, did you not study alchemy?” He pushed forward, grabbing me by the shoulder. “Pump it. Fast!”

I looked down at the creature on the slab. My eyes widened. Even though it was still lifeless, he bore the largest piece of morning wood that I had ever seen.

I glanced back to the doctor, but he had already hurried off to some other higher part of the chamber. Hesitantly, I wrapped my hand around the creature’s thick shaft. My fingers felt a heavy, deep throb pass along the wrist-thick organ. Tentatively, I gave it a squeeze. To my amazement, a low groan echoed from the creature’s throat.

I pulled my hands back, shocked beyond belief. I looked up into the rafters. “Good God,” I declared, shouting to the doctor. “It’s alive! It’s alive!!”

“Yes, yes,” echoed the doctor’s reply, “but not for much longer if you don’t empty its balls!”

Glancing up, I cried out, “But why? Why, for goodness sake?”

The doctor shrugged. “It makes the story more interesting. Now, pump!”

I shrugged. Why did I always wind up doing the dirty work?

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New Release: S.A.R.A.H.


Sexually : Active : Robot : Artificial : Human

P.C. Ryan

An awkward man who can’t succeed with women finds the ultimate fulfillment in an artificial sex companion who turns out to be far more real than he could ever have imagined.

Robert Vincent is a thirty-eight year old loner who is awkward with women. In fact, he’s never been laid. But the year is 2040 and automaton technology is reaching a new height.

Desperate, Robert orders the latest model, a companion named S.A.R.A.H. (Sexually Active Robot Artificial Human). He expects at least an exciting substitute, an escape from the endless chain of disappointments in his real life.

What he finds instead, when he opens the crate, is far more than he could ever have imagined.

S.A.R.A.H. is a 6,700-word short story.

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New Release: Wolf’s Kiss

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Polar Nights #2

Siryn Sueng

Nolan has heard werewolves love bondage and toys in the bedroom, but Halken brings more than just his kinky nature.

Under the lights of the beautiful city, Tromsø, the call for pleasure fills the snowy air.

Having left the deep north in an attempt to bury past demons, Halken finds himself drawn in by a gorgeous blond dryad. With his original plan to leave Tromsø tossed out the window, he takes his dance partner home, fully intent on mating with him.

Nolan has heard rumors about werewolves, what they like in the bedroom. He quickly finds out that most all of these rumors are true. Taken in by his sexy wolf, he finds himself in the most erotic of situations with Halken…and begging for more.

Halken talks little of himself, preferring to keep his past exactly where it belongs. In the past.

But what he left there has a mind of its own. A deranged rogue wolf stalks the city, following the scent of what he wants—and he will have it, one way or another.

Wolf’s Kiss is a 19,500-word novella and second in the Polar Nights series.

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From now until November 14th, 2017, you can get Incubus Touch for only 99 cents at Amazon and Smashwords! Get your copy today!

New Release: Sharing Silvia


Sharing Silvia

An Erotonauts Story

Robin Tiergarten

Noah and Vivian push dirty minds and mind-reading skills to the limit when they meet Silvia, a woman who will submit to anyone who can enter the secret room within her mind, where desire knows no bounds.

Noah Burdens and Vivian Colors are Erotonauts. They have two special gifts: dirty minds and mind-reading. Eager to help others in need of psychic relief, they search for minds full of desire. Finding the right people can be difficult. The couple needs women and men who will share not just their fantasies but their minds.

Enter Silvia, a woman who fantasizes about a special room—The Parlor—where she will submit to its occupants. In her mind, she has created the perfect playground for her desires and furnished it with lavish decor and every possible accessory for pleasure.

Noah and Vivian have found just the right person for their special gifts, as Silvia is more than willing to share her mind, her fantasies, and her body. Together, Noah and Vivian seek satisfaction by entering The Parlor and sharing her.

They will push the boundaries of what is possible, for Silvia, and for themselves, for the heart may want what the heart wants, but the mind is the center of all desires.

Sharing Silvia is an 8,500-word short story.

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New Release: The Madness of Doctor Wankenstein

The-Madness-of-Doctor-Wankenstein-2400The Madness of Doctor Wankenstein

Tales of Monsterotica #2

Justin MacCormack

Travel with Jonathan Woodcock on a twisted journey to the laboratory of the insane Doctor Wankenstein, and see his creature rise to full erect attention! Will Jonathan ever escape the lusts of the doctor’s monster – and will he even want to?

When young Jonathan Woodcock escaped the evil Count Shagula, he hoped that his days of sexual bondage would be over. Not so fast, Mister Woodcock!

Meet Doctor Wankenstein, the greatest scientist of the age! In this tale of warped sexual desires, twisted comedy, and frantic naughtiness, poor Jonathan experiences the sinister experiments of the doctor. Witness his ultimate plans for Jonathan, and discover just what gets the muscle-bound hunk of a monster up in the morning, in THE MADNESS OF DOCTOR WANKENSTEIN.

(Hint, it’s a really big wang. Huge, really huge!)

A line of comical erotic romps featuring the classic and not-so-classic monsters of book, stage and screen, written by Justin MacCormack, author of “Diary of a Gay Teenage Zombie” and “Hush: A Horror Anthology”.

The Madness of Doctor Wankenstein is 14,000-word novella.

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The Madness of Doctor Wankenstein is the sequel to The Castle of Count Shagula.

Hot Excerpt from “The Auction”

Anastacia Lucretia brings us another tale of FemDom — in “The Auction”, a male submissive and his Domme are at a sex party that features a fun auction. The submissive wants to be up for sale, to experience it, but as soon as the hot lights are on him, all he wants is his Domme. And then the bidding begins…

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As we began a slow walk of the floor, we noticed a table for a company promoting a D/s dating service — “Addition by Submission”. A beautiful, dark haired woman whose outfit screamed “DOMINA!” was texting on an expensive looking phone as her blonde female submissive handed out cards and flyers and answered questions. A little further along, just outside the kitchen, was a whiteboard that read, “Saturday’s Theme: SLAVE AUCTION!!!”

I looked at Mistress, who raised one eyebrow at me over the rim of her drink. “Yes?” she asked me teasingly.

“An auction…” I didn’t really know how to phrase the question that was forming. Actually, I’m not sure I knew if I had a question.

“Yeah, I thought this might be fun. Let me have the bag, will you?” For parties and playtime away from the house we usually had a toy bag ready to go. Not our best stuff nor the most expensive (as those are the toys and equipment that tends to walk away with strangers), but enough lube, condoms, floggers, paddles, zip ties, gags, a hood, and a strap-on with various attachments. She sat the bag down, dug through a pocket, and came up with my collar and leash. She sensed me wavering a bit, what with the new location, new people, and now something like an auction looming over us both. With practiced hands, she snapped the collar bearing her name around my neck, then clipped the sturdy, worn black leather leash onto the stainless steel ring in front. She pulled me gently to her, kissed me on the lips, her hand on my shoulder then touching my face. “It will be fun. You’ll see.” I’m not sure I would see — not now, anyway. Being in the presence of multiple Dommes when you’re a submissive can be an intimidating, heady experience under the best of circumstances. Was I excited? Yes. Was I nervous? Extremely.

“You’ve done this before, then?”

She smiled. “No,” she answered in a sing-song, devil-may-care voice. “But what’s the worst that could happen? Get the bag, will you darling?” She turned and walked.

I hurried to reach our bag before the leash snapped taunt. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath getting the bag just in time. Excited. Nervous. Excited. Nervous. Repeat.

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Hot Excerpt from “MaryDee Night”

M.S. Tarot brings us the fascinating tale of O and Paige Turner. This sexy read features first time gay sex and an MMF threesome — but also has a fascinating plot with thoroughly compelling characters! Read on for the excerpt and then click here to get your copy!

The nightclub was humming a fierce, primordial beat when I stalked into it. Creative thrift store chic was my signature tonight. Black leather pants, a white tuxedo coat from some long ago wedding, my shoes as polished as a parade-ground sergeant could wish. My hairless chest and flat stomach were hidden under a fishnet tank top of shocking neon blue.

And of course, I had bling.

Atop all of this, perched on my now ridiculously long hair, was my beret. Cocked at as jaunty an angle as I could manage, of course. The silver badge moving as I began to dance-walk. My stalk went from strutting fop to sensual slink as I stepped on the dance floor. Old friends saw me and tossed up a hand. I gave a smile and a nod, moving from blonde to brunette through the crowded room. A caress here, a heavier touch there, I was inviting jealousy to try and snake out at me as I moved. For fun, I would change it up and often turn my back to the girl and dance with the guy, to his shock and my amusement. Some of them nearly hurt themselves to get away from me. Some smiled and danced back, challenging my offer.

On and on, I wound my way through the tight press of bodies, feeling the energy of the dance being leached into me, empowering me. I was more alive than I had been … well, since the last time I was here. Or at another club just like this one. They were all my homes now.

The song changed and I changed with it. From seducer to alpha male dominator. I flowed with the tunes, different faces for each new rhythm. Then in the middle of one tune, I felt a familiar hand. Turning, I looked down into the eyes of a goth angel with the name of a singer.

“Adele, my dead-looking dear. Long time no kiss.”

“My caballero!”

The pale-faced child smiled her flirty smile at me and slid into my arms, her hands under my jacket, running up the small of my back. With Marilyn Manson singing (s)AINT in the background, we danced, more a sex grind than planned movements. I let her get her thrill, but even as I flirted and brushed her lips with mine, I knew that little Adele was not going to grace my bed. She was too young. Too innocent for all her teasing gothic charms. And, shockingly, I was in her friend-zone.

Suddenly, I was being dragged off the dance floor. When we got away from the thunderous music, she pulled my head down close to her mouth so I could hear.

“I need your help, O.”

“Corset in a twist, lovely?” My hand roamed over the stiff brocade fabric under her breast. “I’ll happily take you out of it.”

“Not that kind of help, you perv. There is a concert Saturday and mom won’t let me go. I asked my brother, Cody, but he said he can’t. Would you go with me? If I have a responsible adult chaperone, she’ll let me go.”

I let my hand brush her tight, teen ass. “You wound me on so many levels with that sentence, my dear. Responsible? Adult? Never been so insulted in my life. But, as it happens, I am going to see the Mother Monster myself. So if your mom is okay with me as a … gag … governing influence, I’ll happily take you with me.”

She gave a girly squeal so at odds with the black and white makeup she wore. An ecstatic goth, oh dear God save me. Then she was pulling on my hand again.

“O, I want you to meet someone. Kelly introduced her to me. She is so fucking cool!”

“Cooler than me? My nipples are hard. Maybe I’ll have to work on my chill,” I said.

“Come on.”

“What? Have you fallen in love with her or something, Adele?” I teased her. She and I had talked long and hard about her more goth-than-goth friend Kelly and a stolen lesbian kiss. “I didn’t think you were into girls.”

“I’m not! Besides, Paige doesn’t swing to girls either. Leastways I don’t think she does,” she said.


There are moments in any nightclub when there are just a few seconds of dead air between songs. An echoing silence descends upon the gathering, a moment’s respite for buzzing eardrums. As luck would have it, I had spoken in just such a moment.

And in just the right place for the name to be heard.

In front of me was a tall woman with black as midnight hair, frosted silver in a Cruella streak above deep blue eyes, who instantly turned to look at me. She eyed me from head to toe, an appreciative smile gracing her hooker-red lips. The music came back up and she leaned forward to speak right by my ear in a way that gave me chills.

“That’s my name, sexy; wear it out as much as you want.” Paige’s hand was upon my stomach, a soft caress that almost tickled. “And if you buy me a few shots of Fireball, I’ll consider letting you wear out … other things.”

Adele was there under my arm, like magic. Appearing, in fact, as quickly as my hard-on had sprung up. “Paige, this is my friend I was telling you about. O, this is Paige Turner.”

She held out her hand to me, “You go by O? I’ve read your story many times. Maybe sometime we should meet at Roissy’s château for whips and wine?”

I grinned at the reference and was about to answer back, with as much flirty purr as I normally would, when her name hit me like a ton of bricks. And I swear to you, on a stack of Bibles a mile high, without that cutesy-pun name I would have never known she was a drag queen.

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