Reposting a bundle of earlier stories this week, two older ones and one of my recent offerings:
It's got reprints of On All Fours, Rear in the Window and Two For One: A Breeder Recruited.
Hope you guys enjoy. :)
Hope you all like it. It'll be available in all the usual spots soon!I looked at him and asked dully, “You got us a nice room, right?”“We’re going to be crashing someone’s party,” Harry said brightly, “But they won’t mind. And you’ll get to see how I bankroll my fun without stepping on the little guys.”“Right,” I nodded, starting to feel a little more awake. I paused a moment, then realization hit. I asked, “Do you rob from the rich and tip to the poor? Like a sort of half-assed Robin Hood?”“Ya got me,” he laughed again and admitted, “And in my defense, you never go the full Robin Hood. I could never pull off the tights, and the last time I held a bow and arrow I was lucky to figure out which way the pointy stick-thing went.” He patted my backside affectionately and added, “I’m impressed you’re that clever that fast, by the way. Not bad at all.”“Thanks,” I blushed.We exited the elevator and came to a door. No one else was in the hallway. He turned to me and said, “So, this will call for a lot more mojo than what I pulled at the front desk. I won’t just be sneaking into a room I don’t belong in, I’ll be talking big piles of cash out of people who don’t want to give it up. That’ll leave everybody in the room pretty fried, maybe even drooling by the time I’m done. I can inoculate you a bit first, but only by ordering you to pay attention. Like, a pre-dose of my power to keep you awake during the splashing.”I nodded and asked, “So… you’re telling me because this is the point of no return on this date? Like, if I step in there, I’m in for the duration?”“Yep,” Harry nodded and said, “This is the very last decision you get to make tonight, which is why I’m not messing with your brain. This once. What’ll it be?”
It's available on Smashwords so far, and coming to Nook and Amazon. Hopefully, more will be following soon - I miss this place when I can't be here.For a moment, I froze. I didn’t have any better idea of what to say to Stanley, and the whole thing had me feeling shy. I had no idea how to tell him I’d go down on him if only he’d watch some corporate training videos. He opened his mouth to ask what was up, but before he could speak, I heard myself say, “Actually, yeah. A friend at work gave me something, said I should check it out. She said it was, and I quote, ‘saucy.’”I felt lightheaded and strange. Somehow, Mr. Blackwell had made me say that, made me lie, and I didn’t even care. It felt good.A little like being a puppet.Stanley paused with the pizza halfway to his mouth, tilted his head and asked, “You came home early to watch a dirty movie with me?”I wondered what sort of ‘engaging’ material Mr. Blackwell had hooked me up with. Inside, I was frantic. Outwardly, I remained cool and collected, not even blushing. I just nodded and heard myself say, “That was the plan. Unless you object, dear?”My husband shook his head and said, “No, I don’t think I’ll be doing that.” He nodded at the remote and said, “Go ahead and get us queued up. I don’t think I can contain my curiosity.”I picked up the remote and tabbed over to the new menu option, intensely curious too.A disclaimer appeared on the screen from ‘Cute Trainer Productions,’ noting that all performers were over the age of 18.“Well,” Stanley took a swig of beer and said, “That’s a good start.”“Yeah,” I tried not to sound puzzled. This wasn’t at all what I remembered from my own corporate training, of course.The film opened up on a pair of girls on a bed in their underwear, a blond and a redhead. Both looked to be in their early 20s at the latest and, without preamble, they began to make out.“Who do you know at work who’d give you porn, sweetie?” Stanley sounded confused.“Sheila,” I lied smoothly and without thinking again, “Short girl, brought a bottle of rum to the Christmas party?” I reached over and rubbed him through his sweatpants.
Excerpt:“Now,” his hand wandered down my cheek along my neck, and he began to rub my shoulder as he said, “I want to spend time with you. We haven’t seen each other in a long while, and there were a lot of things we wanted to do that we never had time for. That’s very true, isn’t it Irene?”“Yesss…” I agreed. I’d always regretted never getting a chance to be with him, at least for a little while.“But,” Jeff continued as his hand caressed my side lightly, “I don’t want to be rude to your friend Chloe, either. I did promise to spend the evening with her. I think the best thing for you both to do is agree to share me tonight. You and Chloe can share, can’t you?”I stared up into his eyes as he suggested it. They seemed to be glowing again, a soft emerald light that I couldn’t tear my gaze away from. A part of me struggled with that for a moment. On the one hand, I wasn’t sure how I could tell Jeff ‘no’ to anything right now.
The mansion’s basement was spacious, and rendered in stone. The walls were decorated to look like they’d been hewn out of rough stone, while the floor was polished and smooth. There were several racks of toys in plain view, a wide variety of implements hanging from them. I saw whips and paddles. There were also several spots to shackle a girl to heavy duty wooden frames, and one cage that was too big to be a dog kennel. There were numerous boxes of polished hardwood. One of them was already open, and I could see dildos inside. There was a wooden throne with a pet bed in front of it in one corner.It seemed someone had already picked out tonight’s main attraction, too: there was a set of stocks in the center of the room. Unlike old-timey ones that I’d seen in movies, these had a wooden framework behind them that looked a little like a picnic table. It was designed so that whomever was locked inside them ended up on all fours instead of standing up.The blond girl led me to the stocks. I followed along helplessly, clambering awkwardly up so that my ass was up and my wrists and neck rested in their spots. I was still covered by my short red skirt, but not very well. She lowered the top half of the device and locked me inside it.I was so passive that I couldn’t even strain at my bonds. I knew it wouldn’t do any good anyway. Everything here looked very solid. Past that, everything here felt a little familiar. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d done this before.
It's already up on Smashwords, and Amazon and should soon be available on Barnes & Noble.Ciríaco grabbed me by the shoulder and cut me off with a wet, open mouthed kiss. My eyes widened and my heart raced. I started to pull away, but the contact was electric. I couldn’t help myself: I leaned into it.I wasn’t very experienced with men, but I’d never even thought that one could kiss me like that.By the time he finally broke it off, I needed to come up for air. Somehow, he was fine, his grip still steely. I wanted to ask him how that could be, but all I managed to do was pant weakly, “… what was that?”“I’d like to hear this too,” José, the night manager, said gruffly from the corner. He was nothing but sweet to me, but he was still a great bear of a man, a tattoo that he’d gotten in the Marines on his shoulder. He never let anyone hassle the staff.Ciríaco let go of me and turned to face him. As he moved, I saw his eyes flash a familiar shade of yellow, something I’d never seen outside of a full moon before. He growled, low in the back of his throat, “Apologize to the lady. That’s no way to talk to her in front of a new friend. In fact, tell her that she can go early, just to show her how much you value her.”His tone made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and I shrank away from him, my breath catching in my throat.The effect on José was considerably more profound. He went white as a sheet, eyes like saucers. He said, voice quaking, “… sorry, Tammy. I, uh, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t worry about the rest of your shift. We’ll cover for you.”Through the whole thing, he cocked his head in my direction but he never blinked or looked away from Ciríaco. It was as though he was expecting the much smaller man to pounce on him at any moment.“Back to work with you now,” Ciríaco growled without waiting for me to acknowledge it, “Go.”José fled.
Per the usual, it's already available on Smashwords, and will soon be cleared on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.I was drying off with the bathroom door open when I heard the door’s lock click open. I scrambled out of the bathroom and onto my knees in front of the bed, hair still slick with moisture, body freshly scrubbed. I smelled of soap and shampoo instead of the stale interior of Ronnie’s sedan.The door swung open and I realized belatedly that anyone else in the hallway was going to get an eyeful. It was too late to move without looking ridiculous though, and a part of me wanted to show off anyway. For just a moment, I fantasized about what Ronnie could make me do if the hotel had room service, the sort of special tip he could make me offer.I shook it off and wondered if those impulses had been there before my brainwashing, if a part of me had always been so slutty, or if it was another change inserted seamlessly into my personality by some faceless technician.Either way, it was only Ronnie, a plastic bag of takeout in hand. He raised an eyebrow at my pose, and nudged the door shut behind him without taking his eyes off of me. As it clicked locked again, he asked, “I take it you’re feeling back to normal, then? All your memories right where you left them?”“Yes Sir,” I watched as he set the bag down and slipped out of his shoes, then said, “Everything is very clear now. Everything that matters, anyway.”He peeled off his own shirt and asked, “What minor details aren’t?”“What you’re going to do with me after our little road trip,” I looked at his feet instead of his face as I asked, “I take it that you didn’t steal me for yourself?”“Not so much, no,” Ronnie chuckled softly and replied, “But that’s for the best. I think you can do better than seeing every convenience store in the Continental United States. Besides which, you won’t remember me in another day or two. Trust me,” he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans, “Some things are better in small doses.”He seemed amused by the notion, more than anything else.As he dropped his pants around his ankles, I asked, “So where am I going to end up?”