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make a pact,' she said, her expression absent of its usual whimsy.
'For real and for sure. If anyone or anything ever tries to
drive us from this place ... our place ... we’ll meet here at
midnight on the first new moon after ... and die to this world
... together.' I nodded, because it all seemed part of her elaborate
stage management, and I was then too poor a student of the female
heart to grasp that, for Mona of the laughing eyes and mischievous
grin, some things were deadly serious." A secret rendezvous
place and ancient religion resurrected tale, by novelist A.W.
by Robert Scott Leyse
"The manner in which two people, complete strangers minutes
before, can suddenly be facing each other in mutual transparency
has never ceased to enthrall me: it's as if a will, separate
from their individual wills, has taken matters into its own
hands and is directing the proceedings regardless of their consent."
Story by Robert Scott Leyse.
the practice of caging, an advanced form of sexual bondage,
a man is custom-fitted with a restrictive metal tube that prevents
him from touching or stimulating his penis. It also prevents
the penis from becoming erect. Some variations include interior
bumps or spikes, which cause pain when the penis tries to stiffen.
[...] Simultaneously stimulated and deprived of stimulation,
the man and his dick become overwhelmed, frantic, desperate
to come." Modern day penance and reflections on Mary Magdalen:
a stunning first erotic tale by Marie Drennan.
"There was no coyness now in the way she spread her
legs. She wanted them wide. Wide so that she could see herself
in the mirror. With my pussy open and pink! Instead of taking
the panties off, Trish pulled them aside. She had never really
looked at it like this before. It's beautiful! Folds of soft
pink, and darker red." A woman finds fun in a sex toy store
tale, by Dora Graham.
has been a long time since I have feasted on breasts this tender
and sweet. The orbs melt beneath my touch, little goose bumps
rising to strain against my tongue. The thin, blue veins around
her aureole become more pronounced. They serve to emphasise
her vulnerability. I start to bite now, using my lips and teeth
to suck sections of those perfect breasts into my mouth until
they are left red and raw and ready to bruise." Marguerite
returns with a sultry tale of passion at a peace demonstration.
posteriori: A Tail of Erotic Initiation
was an unexpected boon; a sort of kickback, I supposed, for
having hired and then pimped for her. I had never had a woman
this way. My wife wouldn’t even entertain the idea, not so much
for fear of pain as for fear that doing it would open the floodgates
to all kinds of perversion." A
wild wench in a mask tale, by novelist A.W. Hill.
priest’s response startled me. I expected the usual condemnation,
the usual stern warnings about lust as one of the seven deadly
sins, about my lying to the man I presumably loved, the horrified
silence when I tell him I feel no guilt at all. The priest just
chuckled. 'Naughty little thing, aren’t you?' he said."
A randy priest tale, by good Catholic
by William Starr Moake
"I had been hanging onto my sanity for far too long.
It was probably futile to keep clutching at the last worn-out
thread. I wondered if the mental institutions in Hawaii were
comfortable. Guarded walks through tropical gardens, poi for
lunch and basket weaving on cool rainy evenings. Didn't sound
so bad when I thought about it." A rollicking Hawaii adventure
tale, by novelist William Starr Moake.
"He reached back and grasped her
hot hand in his, his cool flesh hissing as her body heat began
to scorch him in those first instants. He licked the palm of
her hand, the wetness evaporating as soon as it touched her,
the tip of his tongue swelling from the burns. She was almost
in his gaze, he could see her in the periphery of his vision,
stroking one breast through the smoke, the nipple hardening,
the pale flesh like marble with veins of fire licking along
her body." An enjoyable fire-play tale by good Catholic
Portal (excerpt from the book)
racked his body until he felt as if his bones were the soft
cartilage of a baby’s. She kneaded each centimeter of his skin
with potter’s fingers, keeping the clay moist with a mouth so
generous that Raszer perceived at last how Isis had managed
to raise an erection from the emasculated corpse of her Osiris."
A.W. Hill treats us to an excerpt from his novel, Enoch's
Portal (Champion Press, 2002. ISBN 1891400592).
"I won't kneel, too bloody subservient, and no one in their
right mind would kneel on these floors anyway, they're all streaky
with piss from He Who Cannot Aim Straight. And I'm limber, lean
and long, an agile skinny streak of nothing, I can twist over
and bend down with ease." A tale of androgynyous frolic
in the men's room, by Cheyenne Blue.
Goddess: from the novel, Ruby's Rules
"I am in my Asian bitch goddess mode. I have pulled my
hair back into a long, tight ponytail that hangs down to my
waist. I am wearing butter-soft black leather: laced vest, miniskirt,
stiletto-heeled boots, broad studded belt. From that belt hangs
an elegant little flogger, a statement and an invitation. My
eyelids are silver and my lips are scarlet. I am gorgeous, I
know, an exotic vision of female power." A tantalizing
excerpt from Lisabet Sarai's novel, Ruby's Rules (Blue
Moon Books, 2003. ISBN 1-56201-329-7).
"Her hands began to move over
her own flesh, nails lightly tracing the designs in the silk
on the screen on her own body, the whisper of cloth as she slowly
gathered her skirt higher, her own hands between her legs, following
his in time, cupping the golden warmth that dampened the swelling
lips, slick with moisture, full and ripe for the taking. She
watched his face reflecting the light on the screen, lips parted
as though for a kiss, his hands moving in their inexorable rhythm
on his own skin." Film screen images and touch-hungry hands
trade places in another sultry offering by good Catholic girl
by A.W. Hill
"Now the viscous firewater, color of blonde tobacco, flowed
for the third time down the sacral spine, only this time it
was allowed to run down the cleft of her ass and onto the tender
lips of her vagina, where its astringency begged for the healing
balm of saliva. The experienced ladies could stand nearly a
full minute of the exquisitely fiery torment before they cried
out for the tongue; the novices screamed out and pleaded instantly
for relief." Novelist (Enoch's Portal) A.W. Hill
presents us with an engaging tale concerning a cathouse on rails.
"Licking the weal that gleams red on his pale skin
I can taste the places where the flesh has broken open. I bite
the welts, then slide my lips over the bruised places, rub my
cheek against his belly like a cat. I shift my grip on the scissors,
holding them by the blades, and press the length of them into
his chest." A scissor-play tale by good Catholic girl Galloway.
(excerpt from the book)
by Lisabet Sarai
"Flirting, playing, teasing the man on the subway was one
thing; his sudden physical presence was something else, shocking
and foreign." A tantalizing excerpt from Lisabet Sarai's
novel, Incognito (Blue Moon Books, 2002. ISBN 1-56201-279-7).
"On the night before their wedding, they toasted each other
by drinking champagne flutes of each other's blood, their arms
entwined in the traditional manner. That first time though,
on the night they met, he had drunk straight from her source
without recourse to crystal glasses." An absorbing blood-bond
tale by schoolteacher Marguerite.
"No one else liked to be alone with the dead besides him.
He was comfortable in their silent presence, with their yielding
personalities. Among them he was the king in his solitary kingdom,
and the raven-haired girl with kelp-riddled hair was his queen."
Ex-Catholic schoolgirl and avid de Sade reader Galloway provides
us with a dark tale of sex in the unlikeliest of places.
Escapades (Election 2000)
by Fiona Hendricksen
Missouri's election antics were lost in Florida's spotlight.
Sliptongue contributor Fiona Hendricksen seeks to show that
Missouri also knows how to party: three election night anecdotes.
by Robert Scott Leyse
"And your eyes also dart, don't they Lydia? You are a trifle
uneasy, wondering about our destination. But why bother? You
know as well as I that you cannot help but come, that the strongest
part of you is the one which lead you to leave the club in the
first place -- the same one which attracts you to the whip."
Sultry suspense by Robert Scott Leyse.
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