Even though she’d seen him naked before, the experience seemed very different this time. When she’d walked in on him changing, she’d felt bold and he’d seemed bashful. This time, Savannah was the blushing babe. His chest was so white and his nipples were so pink. If she hadn’t been so close to hi...
Or maybe it was. This was Joey’s first time making his way home in wrinkled, grass-stained clothes after spooning a guy he’d just met under the open sky. Not that he was going home, exactly. He fished through his pocket for the electronic room key, but he worried what he’d find on the other sid...
Rosamunda complies, then takes by force the princess' royal apparel. Before Svana can say, "Identity Theft," the waiting-maid marries her prince and the poor princess must take a job minding geese. When the perv-y goose boy vexes her, the aged king hatches a plan to get Rosamunda to reveal her id...
These terrible, nauseating, pain-inducing dreams… Gabrielle rolled onto her side and wrapped her arms around her pillow. Curling her legs until her knees met her elbows, she turned the pillow around so she was holding it like a small, squishy person. That was better. Ouc...
Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. Ms. Renarde’s anthology My Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry received an Honourable Mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards, and her book The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the same category...
It’s about me, isn’t it?” Szuszu reached across the table, nearly knocking over her backup scotch and soda. “Hand it over, Babs. Let’s have a look.” Babette pressed the cocktail napkin flush to her chest, setting down her slim gold pen. “It’s nothing, Szusz. Just my shoppi...