This category contains stories that focus on what happens when lust and humanity part company.The pursuit of lust can take us to terrible places and lead us to do terrible things to ourselves and each other. Because erotica is written to arouse, treatments of these kinds of desires are often either sensationalized or simply made taboo.
I write about these things because they happen, because they tell us what people are capable of at their worst, and because, even when our mind screams “that is SO wrong” the evil little reptile wrapped around our hind-brain still stirs and salivates.
Like everything else, dealing with lust is about making choices and living with the consequences.I think we are better equipped to do this when we practice staring into the abyss. If you want to know what I’m talking about, read any of the stories in this section and explore your reaction.
I suggest you start with Nadica
The Sisters: succubi sisters wreak revenge
Bear Creek, Missouri 1884
My name is Jonas Kale. I am forty-six years old. I was married two days ago. By dawn the Sisters will have taken the last of my breath from me and I will be dead. Most of my strength has already been drained away. The face I see in the mirror is that of an old man, hollowed out by life.
Bar Snack: predatory male manipulates vulnerable woman at a bar
Sandie was my type of woman: alone, a little drunk, more than a little overweight and flashing her flabby flesh like a fritzing neon sign on a rundown whorehouse.
Nadica: the next choice you make will tell you the kind of person you are
Nadica had Saul tied to the bed by the time I got there. She was kneeling astride his hips, holding his long thin cock at the base and rolling it against the soft swell of her belly. It left a little trail of silver precum just below her navel. Seeing it against her like that, you wondered how she ever fitted it all inside her.
The Night Before Christmas: taboo-breaking Santa takes woman captive
My throat is so dry. What the fuck? I can’t move. My legs are bent back and my wrists are tied to my ankles behind my back. I’m naked. What the hell is going on here?
An amplified voice says “Ho Ho Ho little girl. You’re on TV”.
Santa. The sack. Shit, what is this?
My head is clear now. This is my living room I’m under the tree. But the TV has been moved to the centre of the room and there’s a video camera that definitely isn’t mine perched on top of it.
There, on the screen… Oh fuck.
SCAR Chapter 1: media man with a secret is stalked by a mysterious woman
The moment I come in the whore’s mouth my self-disgust takes over. She is still sucking my not yet limp dick. On her knees, looking up at me with her soft brown eyes, naked apart from the too-short school skirt that I asked her to wear; she is a perfect picture of submissive beauty. She is completely compliant; mine to use however I wish.
Do you know how frightening that thought is? How it corrodes my soul?
SCAR Chapter 2: media man with a secret is stalked by a mysterious woman
At some level, I know I am dreaming. This is not how it was. At the time, I didn’t see her so clearly; didn’t hunger for her as I do now. Then the taken-for-granted future stretched before us; now only the severed stump of might-have-beens is left to me.
For a few seconds I am both actor and audience in this mind-movie directed by my subconscious. Seeing myself, drowsy and inattentive, I want to shout “Wake up. This is important. You will never have this moment again.” But I find I can make no sound. Instead my awareness narrows, and I become, for a time, a man who has not yet realised that this is the happiest he will ever be.
Pro-Boner Work: a cameo on the evils of sex traffiking
I like to slide a finger into the new ones. Nothing beats hot tight young cunt, except maybe the noise they make when my thumbnail works their clit. Natalia keeps them standing there ’til I’m done. She tapes it all; says play ing back their first day to them helps keep ’em in line later.
Naughty But Nice?: twisted games on Valentine’s Day
I shouldn’t have been hard but I was. After the Valentine’s night I’d had, any normal man would’ve wanted to be deeply asleep. I’ve never thought of myself as a normal man and what I wanted was to be deeply inside Christine.
Back When We Were Happy: wife binds husband to make him listen
Unhappiness lacks the drama of grief, James. It doesn’t happen suddenly. It’s more like getting old, it occurs so slowly and the loss is so gradual that you notice it only when you suddenly can’t do something that you used to take for granted.
Nothing: some memories leave a scar
It lasted less than twenty minutes. This bed has known hours, perhaps days of hard, hungry, hasty, happy sex; yet, like a drop of ink in a glass of water, my minutes of held-down, forced-open, pushed-into, spilt-upon abuse have tainted everything.
Buying Daddy’s Freedom: young girl settles her father’s debt
I’d expected humiliation maybe even pain. I was ready for it. Resigned to it. I hadn’t expected, didn’t want, arousal.I think it was the blindfold. I’d meant to stare at you; to dare you to take pleasure in fucking me; to let you know what a shit I think you are. The blindfold robbed me of that. Left me only with touch and smell and taste. Senses that betrayed me. The feel of your cock against my bound hands should have revolted me but it sent shivers through me. So hard. So insistent. So male. Then your tongue on my skin, in my mouth, while your cock pushed and pushed.
I struggled. I am not a slut. I will not enjoy this. I’m doing it only for Daddy.
My Brother’s Wife: new bride is seduced
Before she takes her clothes off Lori looks like a Sunday school teacher: wholesome, unsullied, pure. I’m sure that’s how Joey sees her. That’s probably why he married her. My brother is a gentle man who loves his wife deeply but doesn’t understand her at all.
I understood her from the moment I met her. I knew where she itched and how she needed to be scratched. And she knew it too. As soon as she saw me she knew it. Joey stood there, filled with pride and happiness, with his arm around Lori’s shoulder, oblivious to the recognition passing between her and me, asking me if I approved of his petite virgin bride-to-be. I approved, I approved very much.
Fucking Money:bitter lottery winner exploits women
I’ve always been an ugly man but I haven’t always been rich one. Wanna know the difference? Pussy. Lot’s of pussy. Pretty pussy. Like yours.
I’m sorry, that was crude and offensive wasn’t it. I could tell that from the way you had to concentrate not to curl your lip in disgust.
I’d hate you to think me ignorant as well as ugly and rich.
Let me re-express myself. It is a fact universally acknowledged that an ugly man in possession of a fortune must be in search of some pussy.
The Enclave- Chapter 1 A new arrival: young girl dominates older woman to entertain her leader
“I’m not as young as I look,” I said quietly, my mouth against her ear. “The Legate makes me dress like this. He likes the virgin-whore schoolgirl thing.”
The woman made no reply. Well, the cock-gag in her mouth made that predictable, but some of the panic left her eyes.
“Now I need you to lie very still.” I said, loudly enough for the microphones to pick up.
Her whole body stiffened. She’d seen the cut-throat razor in my hand.
Burger Queen:short “behind the eyes” piece about a sociopath’s obsession with a woman at his local burger bar
The smell alone is enough to make me hard: hot fat, salt, flame-grilled meat. These are the perfumes she brings to my dreams. Sometimes, in my sleep, I’ve come just by imagining the taste of her burger-tainted sweat in my mouth.
I Wonder…: sociopath plans an abduction
A sociopath, they say, is someone who understands the consequences of their actions, is able to conceive of the impact of their actions on others, and yet commits the actions anyway. More difficult to detect than the psychopath, these men, and they are nearly always men, manipulate the people around them in order to meet their strongly felt needs for control.
That seems to me a bloodless, weak, unempathic description. Let me explain. We sociopaths act BECAUSE we understand the impact of our actions on others. It is this impact which gives the act flavour and purpose. The shiny happy shallow people who surround us like shoals of minnows escape for the most part by not being worthy of attention.
Last Rites: a taboo-breaking good-bye
All her life Nathalie had been surrounded by articulate men, who wooed her with words, respected her mind, shared her cultural interests and made love to her using all the techniques that the sex manuals recommended. Luca had never once made love to her, he had always fucked her or let her fuck him. The first time he took her she felt like someone who had always swum in a pool and had finally discovered the crashing waves and strong currents of the open sea.