Series

The Madwoman of Thu Duc That first day I saw him in his dark suit, immaculate in the impossible heat, I knew he would be the death of me, or I the death of him. A droplet of perspiration made its halting, itchy way down my spine, and cooled unnaturally. Some people’s paths are never meant to cross. (historical erotica, BDSM, M/f)

Breach of Trust By Sadistic Excess and Remitance Girl On a pale, grey dawn, on a balcony overlooking Seven Mile beach, Elizabeth Jean Crawford soaked her real passport in rubbing alcohol, dropped a match into the metal wastepaper basket, and said goodbye to her name. (erotic thriller, non-con, violence, M/f)

Beautiful Losers I looked back at Sebastian who was manually feeding Jean another chocolate-coated strawberry. It was incongruously shaped with a cleft which looked a lot like the head of a cock. Jean was letting him push it between his lips slowly. (f/m/m)

Museum Piece Is a bit of F/F/M fun set in London that all starts with a meeting at the Victoria & Albert Museum. Museum Piece (Perusing the Menu) Museum Piece (Star with Dessert) Museum Piece (Appetizer) Museum Piece (First Course)

The Dinner Party If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was stuck in the middle of nowhere,Isabel would have walked out. The whole scene was surreal. These people were all, surely, mad, and this was like watching a car crash in slow motion. (spanking, drugs, f/f/m)

Tales of the Mumbai Coven I hadn’t really looked at him until then. His hair had grown into a pale, ash blond shaggy mop. His skin, which had been pale in life, was paler now. His small boyish nipples stood out darkly against the flesh. (horror, bdsm, m/m//f)

The Voice Lester was a patient man. In the pale light of dawn, he stood across the street from “Fantasy Hotline” and watched as the women began to leave work. This time, he was clever. (Non-con, f/m)

The Teacher Andrew took a seat in the armchair nearest to her, looking at her thoughtfully. She felt her skin burn beneath his gaze. “Don’t cover your breasts, Sophia. You have to learn to trust that my requests aren’t unnecessary and that the way I look on your body is not casual. (D/s, f/M)