Father Samuel, lost in thought as he’d been, didn’t realize anyone had entered until he heard the click of the door closing, and the uncomfortable rustle of someone settling themselves into a kneeling position on the other side of the screen. Th
After that, Terri decided to stop going to church. She was many things now, but she didn’t want a hypocrite to be one of them.
At the same time, she was terrified by the things she’d discovered about herself. Everything had happened at su
After graduation, she did what was expected of any woman her age. She went away to college in New Orleans, where she majored in Art, hoping to eventually become a Professor, and she got a part-time job in a coffee shop. She didn’t so much break u
Of course Cleo wanted to know everything about Terri’s encounter with Johnny. To her surprise, Terri found that she felt an eagerness to tell someone. And Cleo, after all, was the only one she could talk to about it. She hadn’t planned on tellin
It wasn’t long after Terri turned 18 that the visions and dreams began.
In the first dream she ever had of the woman she would soon come to think of as “the Crimson Queen,” Terri was lost in the woods. Somehow, underneath the deepening azure
It’s always the quiet ones.
I was browsing around in the General Fiction section at the bookstore the other night, and was flipping through Chuck Palahniuk’s “Choke,” when a guy came up to me and said, “Excuse me.” I looked up, and he
The night was still young, and Audrey was thinking of the two desks at the University that were sitting empty due to her and Moon’s absence from their final class of the evening. They’d met in the parking lot beside the Art building, and Moon ha
Vincent ached with nostalgia for eras that had come and gone long before he’d even been born. Navigating to the vintage erotica web site he’d most recently added to his favorites, he realized he was getting an anticipatory hard-on without even l
It was that time of year again—Shadow Ridge’s Annual Medieval Fair. This would be the ninth year the South Georgia town held the event, and Venice and Tucker had each always started looking forward to it months ahead of time.
Mistress Nicole Coffin loved her femmebot harem, or, as she often fondly referred to it, her “doll collection.” She had accumulated eight of them: Lea, Snow, Adia, Tabitha, Diamond, Lola, Ivy, and her favorite, Galatea.
Unlike most Mistres