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Guest Writers -
Fiction

It was a night of sensual passion, in which she was a little
startled and almost unwilling: yet pierced again with piercing thrills
of sensuality, different, sharper, more terrible than the thrills of
tenderness, but, at the moment, more desirable. Through a little
frightened, she let him have his way… Burning out the shames, the
deepest oldest shames, in the most secret places. It cost her an effort
to let him have his way and his will of her. She had to be a passive,
consenting thing, like a slave.
~ From Lady Chatterly by D.H. Lawrence
These published
writers do some very fine work. They have kindly agreed to share
their writings, so if you enjoy their stories, please e-mail them and tell
them so. The newest ones are on top. Also check out the erotic poetry.
If you're looking to pick up a book of fetish fiction you can't go wrong
with any of these that Gary Switch, Writer and Contributing Editor to Prometheus
Magazine Includes in his article: Classics
of Leather Literature: Fiction Top Ten.
| Gary
Switch
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“Spend,
sir! Let me see your
cum spurt. Your cum
is mine and only mine to spend.
Yes, that’s right.
You belong to me now.”
~ Gary Switch
NEW! The
Ballad of Bronwyn
Short
Short Story
SCENEprofiles
Interview with Gary Switch, Writer & Contributing Editor to
Prometheus Magazine
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| Anne
Tourney
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One night she dreams that she is standing
naked in a boxcar, her hands tied above her head, while the man
with the guitar gives her what she needs. A "licking,"
was the word her father used, and that's exactly how the blows
feel: like tongues of fire. Again and again the strap strikes
her thighs and ass, until the heat spreads through her entire
body. The dark man orders her to stand with her legs spread
apart, and his belt laps her pussy a few times for good
measure.
~ Anne Tourney
Come For
Me, Dark Man from Sacred Exchange
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| rory
doulos
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I reached behind me and took the candle and
matches from my shoes and lit a match with trembling fingers,
still mumbling my mantra with lips and tongue that felt swollen.
I'd found the hole in the world, alright. I'd fallen through.
~ rory doulos
The Taking
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| slave
david stein
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Excerpt from his new book Carried
Away *This is an Acrobat
file so you'll need to download it first.
SCENEprofiles Interview with David
Stein
Read David's Poem slavery
is/not
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| Mistress
Nan
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I had him lie on his back so I could put my
foot on his face with the high heel in his mouth. “Suck that
heel you worm.”
~ Mistress Nan
Excerpt from the story Shoe
Salesman, in the book My Private Life
*These are true erotic stories
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| TammyJo
Eckhart
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When he had first encountered her at a night
club, his friends all warned. "She's a gold digger. She
knows you're kinky and she'll play you for everything you
have."
~ TammyJo Eckhart
A
Simple Gift
Journey
unto Warrior
SCENEprofiles
Interview with TammyJo Eckhart
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| Wayne Christopher Rogers
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Burying my face back into the wet vortex of her
womanhood, I began to once again lick her clitoris.
I could feel her thighs gripping the sides of my head,
holding me firmly in place so that I couldn’t escape.
~ Wayne Christopher Rogers
The
Essence of Love
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| Sage
Vivant
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And if I were to caress you between your legs, I would find you wet
and ready for me, wouldn’t I?
~ Sage Vivant
Who's There
Train Ride
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| Lisette
Ashton
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According to the seller, she can be bound, gagged, pierced,
tattooed or branded, although, as you can all probably see, she’s a
clean canvas at the moment.
~ Lisette Ashton
An
Envious Lot - Excerpt from Original
Sins
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| DeAnne
Maxwell
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“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t
have called you a worm.” Her voice was soft and low, with just
a hint of defiance simmering under the words.
~ DeAnne Maxwell
Excerpt from the book Spiral
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| Sascha
Illyvich |
“Remember
my pet, who is in control. What’s
my name?”
“Mistress Kitty.”
~ Sascha Illyvich
Excerpt from Spanking
Cold Weather
a Mistress Kitty and Trent story
SCENEprofiles
Interview with Sascha Illyvich,
Author
of “Mistress Kitty and Trent: Tales of Love and Romantic BDSM” and “Sensualities”
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| Mitzi
Szereto |
Whether
at her most exhausted or sexually apathetic, one dose of
Blake’s hard-working tongue between her thighs would be enough
to make Melinda forget the pile of paperwork waiting for her at
the office.
~ Mitzi Szereto
Excerpt
from the short story: Melinda
SCENEprofiles
Interview with Mitzi
Szereto, Author of Erotic Travel Tales II
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