With his secret exposed to someone he never expected, Samuel must decide what Samantha means when no one is forcing him anymore—and whether forgiveness can restore what was lost.

Chapter 1 — The Job Nobody Expected

The advertisement had been sitting on Maya’s monitor for less than thirty seconds when she looked across the desk at Evan and said, “Absolutely not.”

Evan had known her long enough to recognize the expression. Maya worked for a staffing agency, which meant that when she looked at a computer screen that way, she had either found precisely the wrong job for someone or precisely the right job for the wrong person.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I smile.”

“Not like that.”

Synopsis

Book 1: TOO INTELLIGENT FOR A SLAVE GIRL follows Valeria, a former financier who discovers that submission feels more authentic than any freedom she knew on Earth. Through her owner's tests and a love that demands total surrender, she must decide whether the woman she has become is who she was always meant to be. This first act is a fairly traditional BDSM Romance story. Later books branch out to more humorous and esoteric variations on the same theme. (Approx. 22,000 words)

The anonymous watcher finally steps out of the shadows, forcing Samuel to revisit an old friendship, a painful betrayal, and the memories that made everything possible.

The Nutcracker

By Jenny with a G

Thomas had seen a ballet only once in his life.

It was December, close enough to Christmas that lights glowed in nearly
every window and silver garlands trembled above the streets. His mother
had saved for months to buy two tickets to The Nutcracker.

She expected him to enjoy it.

She did not expect it to change him.

From the moment the curtain rose, Thomas sat perfectly still.

The Marionette

Chris lifted the little wooden control bar.

The marionette rose from the bedroom floor.

She stretched her tiny arms toward the ceiling, then spun in a graceful circle. Her little skirt floated around her knees before settling again.

Chris smiled.

“There you are.”

The marionette curtsied.

“Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon.”

A gala drawing gives Samantha a role Samuel never asked for: princess. But helping a frightened child may force him to see the experience differently.

My Diary.

By Nikkie Silk

Dear Diary

Today was a busy day. This morning, I kissed Daddy goodbye at the front door, wearing my pink baby-doll nightie. The nightie rides up to show my matching knickers, which barely cover my little cockette in its cage. Daddy keeps the key close to his heart on a chain around his neck, which I think is supersweet of him. It is gestures like that which make me love him so much. Only he can use the key, as it should be, I hasten to add.

ROBYN AND MARION

1

The heat was the first thing.

“Do we have another question?” The emcee asks as I look out at the audience — a typical crowd that you’d get at a press conference, but this one is different in many ways.

Gary had never been hotter in his life.
Hey, that’s Africa for you, he thought to himself. It’s not like anyone ever said it wouldn’t be anything other than sweat-your-fucking-balls-off hot. And boy is it! If anything, they might have been underselling it!

Yet another take on the old lost/swapped suitcase story. But really, just a piece of fluff.

“… and that’s why I believe my proposal, which reframes your customer base as a community environment, will deliver on your objectives, and help engender trust and retention. My intention is not just to work for you, but to be your trusted and valued partner.” Lauren stepped back, taking a breath.

Life Changes

By Kathi Jo Daniels – KathiJo25

Part 2 – Building A Relationship

Chapter 17 – Returning Home

Brenda woke me up Thursday morning with a blow job. After I climaxed, we kissed as she fed me cum. I slid down and began pleasuring her with my tongue. She began convulsing as wave after wave of orgasm swept her body. She finally pulled me into a hug. “Oh, what a wonderful going-away present. I’ll remember this for a long time.”

It was nine in the evening on December 31 and I was standing on a bridge looking down, far down, on the river where large chunks of ice floated. I was not going to jump. Not then. Actually, I was there to give me strength to go on. I was there to remind myself that there was an alternative to crime or prostitution even if things didn’t get better. Death before dishonor.

Cover art by Erin Halfelven
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