Under the Moon

by

Helen Hardt

All Rights Reserved

Copyright © 2008 Helen Hardt

From the heavy shadows of the dense evergreen woods, Julian watched the young woman impale herself on the thick pink phallus. Veiled in the light of the full moon, her skin glowed like fiery opals. Her rosy breasts, full and swollen, bounced as her movements became more rapid.

Beautiful. Her mahogany hair fell in waves around her milky white shoulders, her body covered in a silky sheen of moisture. Her emerald eyes pierced the darkness. God, yes. Absolutely beautiful.

Her crimson lips parted, and, “Ah!” Her voice, but a seductive whisper, carried across the night air to Julian’s ears. The blood flowed through her veins in a heady whoosh. He silently thanked God for his acute senses of sight and hearing. (more…)

The Were & The Chair

By Winterheart

All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2008 Winterheart.com
ESN: 36412-080506-281258-70

The box was ordinary brown cardboard. The shipping labels were the kind one would normally find on a package. The return address was a company called “Plain Brown Wrapper.” The name made Weylyn instantly suspicious. Anything with a name as innocuous as that, was not what it seemed.

Weylyn shook the box. It made a whooshing sound as the contents slid around inside. He grimaced, as he realized he wasn’t going to know what was inside the box unless he opened it. Taking out a pocket knife, he slit the packing tape carefully, preoccupied with trying to figure out which of the people he had fucked recently had sent him a present. He was confident enough in his abilities as a lover to know that he hadn’t left anyone angry and unsatisfied, so there was no way that this wasn’t a gift.

He put away the pocket knife and peeled back the flaps of cardboard. Lifting out the crinkled brown packing paper, he found a flat cellophane package. The contents were bright neon pink plastic. Weylyn frowned. Pink wasn’t exactly his color, and he couldn’t imagine anyone buying him a pink anything. Upon closer inspection, he decided that it looked like a raft for the pool.

Weylyn pulled the package out and ripped open the cellophane, taking out the hunk of pink plastic. His sensitive werewolf nose crinkled as a strong scent assailed him. Whew! Whatever it was, it stunk to high heaven. Petroleum based products always reeked and his nose was more sensitive than most. Whoever had sent him the gift either hadn’t realized how delicate his nose was, hadn’t really thought about how stinky plastic was, or didn’t care.

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Favorite Chair
By: Jet Mykles
©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“There you are!”

Patrick looked up from the toolbox, distracted from his search for his favorite socket wrench. There, in the open front of his workshop stood Linnie, his insane next-door neighbor. Okay, maybe she wasn’t insane, but she was one of those people who wasn’t far from it. She sure was pretty to look at, though, especially when, as currently, she was wearing tight little cut-off shorts and one of those stretchy, shiny tank tops in vivid orange. The tank hugged her gorgeous little breasts just perfectly and the cheerleader legs extending from those shorts had starred in more than one of his late night fantasies.

Tossing back her loose wealth of nearly crimson curls, she hurried toward him, her flip-flops slapping on the cement floor. Her little hands reached out to grab his arm, heedless of the sawdust that coated the hair on his arm. “I need your help.” Her big green eyes were wide with concern.

Unthinking, he grabbed her elbow. “What’s wrong?”

She tugged his arm. “Come with me.”

He hurried after her, so caught up that he barely paused to enjoy the sway of her rounded ass as she led him through the break in the hedges between their houses and into her side door. Evidently, no one else was home, which wasn’t odd for a Saturday afternoon. Her sister, with whom she lived, worked down near the beach and frequently didn’t get home until after sundown on the weekends.

“Linnie, what’s wrong?” he asked as she hurried through the kitchen to the hall and the green carpeted stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Although he’d been in the house many times, he hadn’t ventured into the upper regions of the house for many years. Not since they were kids. That had been no man’s land since he’d hit puberty, a rule laid down by Linnie and Debbie’s father.
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Love Thy Neighbor
Monica Kaye
Copyright © 2008, Monica Kaye, All Rights Reserved

“What the fuck?!?”

Yolie Wilson stop short as she entered her apartment. Her briefcase clattered to the ground as it slipped from her suddenly lifeless fingers as her eyes were riveted to the large pink plastic chair that had somehow taken residence in her home.

She strode over to the massive pink obscenity that sat smack dab in the middle of her neat, impeccably decorated living room. The bright neon color stood out like…well, the big pink cock that stood up at least eight inches from the center of the pink plastic monstrosity. The sight was made even more obscene by the giant pink bow that encircled the head of the fake dick.

Who in the world would send her such a thing? Even before the question was finished, she knew the answer.

Chandra. It had to be. Her cousin delighted in finding ever more inventive ways to embarrass Yolie with each passing birthday. It seemed that for Yolie’s thirtieth birthday, Chandra had decided to go all out.

Yolie snatched at the card dangling from the gaily wrapped penis, careful not to actually make contact with it.

Sure enough, the card read, “Everyone should get laid on their thirtieth birthday. You’re no exception. Love, Chandra.”

“Love Chandra, my ass,” Yolie bit out as she marched over to the phone and punched in her cousin’s number. Her toe beat a rapid staccato on her gleaming hardwood floor as the phone rang. And rang. And rang. The coward wasn’t picking up so she listened with barely restrained impatience as her cousin’s disgustingly cheerful voice filled her ear.

“Hi, you’ve reached Chandra. I’m not available right now. I’m either away from my phone or under some really hot guy. But leave a message and I’ll call you back. Oh, and if this is Yolie, I hope you liked my gift.” Beep.
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ARTIFACTS

Belinda McBride
Copyright ©2008, Belinda McBride All Rights Reserved
Website: http://www.belindamcbride.com/

Museum of Arts and Science

2317, ISCE

“Do you seriously think they’re gonna let you retire?”

Shannon Nelson gave her brightest smile to the ugly little Fedoran waiter as she accepted another glass of sweet Valoran wine. “You’re drinking too much.”

“Shut up, Theresa.”

“I’m just saying, after all the expense the Company invested in you, they aren’t gonna just cut you loose ’cause you’re bored.”

Shannon sauntered across the room, joining a crowd around the display of Old Terran artifacts. She managed to divide her attention between the smug looking Valoran docent and the voice in her head.

“It isn’t boredom, Theresa. It’s burn down. I’ve been at this too long.”

She caught the eye of a handsome lavender Somian and smiled, glancing around for his twin. They always came in pairs, and this pair had been shadowing her all evening. “It’s getting dangerous. I fucked up on the last assignment, if it wasn’t for you, I’d have been caught and ended up rotting in a jail on some bumfuck prison planet.”

She exchanged pleasantries with an attractive Gender Neutral Valoran, who was speculating on the purpose and nature of the white fountain enclosed in a high-security cube. The notes indicated it was an altar to a water deity, and that it had a small room in the ancient Terran domicile dedicated to it.
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Title: A Pink Present for Puppy
Authors: Denise Kendrick and RD Solange
Website: www.slightlyslashy.com

Copyright © 2008 All Rights Reserved

Kane Litten pulled a t-shirt over his bare chest as he made his way down the stairs to the lower level of the house.

Being a stay at home artist had its perks. He could pretty much do his own thing, when and how he wanted. Hence his having taken an hour long nap in the middle of the day for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Kane strode into the airy kitchen, scratching at one broad shoulder as he took a peek outside the window. The expected snow storm hadn’t started yet, and with any luck it would miss them completely. Not that there was anything wrong with being snowed in, mind you. His lips curled in a secretive smile as he fetched a glass of water. Nothing wrong with that at all.

Though, knowing his lover, Tristan would probably walk to work if he couldn’t drive. Kane rolled his eyes. The gallery where he showed his work was a full half hour’s drive into town, but Tristan could get to work in a minute and a half. In fact, they rented the rambling converted farmhouse they lived in from Tristan’s employer and his wife, known affectionately between them as Professor and Mrs. Professor.

No, snow would probably not keep Tristan from leaving the house, but Kane would have a good time haunting him all the way to the lab.

Tristan had been working too much as it was and with Kane often going into the gallery in the evenings, their sex life had taken a hit. That was why this afternoon was so important. It would be Tristan’s first afternoon off in close to a month. A fact that Kane was going to take full advantage of.
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The Bet

Copyright © 2008 Michelle Hasker
www.michellehasker.com

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Kara looked up at her best friend in shock. She didn’t care if her jaw gaped like the proverbial fish out of water. “This is ridiculous! It’s insane!”

“You lost the bet, and now you have to put up or shut up.”

Kara stared down at the box. It looked innocent enough in the white and pink packaging. Innocent until you looked at the picture and realized there was a dildo sticking straight up out of the center of it.

“I am soooooo not using this!”

“A deal’s a deal.” Nicole crossed her arms. “It was okay for me to have to do it if I’d lost?”

Kara fumbled for the right words and then gave up. “I’ve never used a dildo before in my life! You use them nightly. You can’t expect me to actually use this…this…thing.”

“Oh you will use it all right! And with the witness of my choice!” Nicole’s anger startled Kara.
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Stripping Conventions
by Jade Buchanan

James nervously smoothed a palm down his chest, peering out through the split in the curtain. He hadn’t exactly wanted to come here, but he didn’t have much of a choice. It was his and his sister’s twenty-fifth birthday, and she was bound and determined that they spend it together.

Sure, like going to the male strippers with his twin sister was going to be a ton of fun. He’d rather claw his eyes out. Well, technically, he’d rather be here by himself without his sister, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Unfortunately, no one had thought to tell her that men weren’t allowed in the main room. So instead of being down with his sister and all her girlfriends, James was stuck up here. In a room full of cranky men. Great. He bet none of these guys were gay. Wasn’t it just his luck?

At least the rest of the night had been fun. He’d never really hung out with Cynthia and her friends before, at least not since elementary school. They just had different tastes. James preferred sports so he’d hung out with the jocks in school. Cynthia was really more into arts. She’d played clarinet in the marching band all through high school and the majority of her friends were band geeks. Not that he’d ever say that to her, though. She’d try to beat the hell out of him if he even hinted the word geek.

Hell, at least she’d gone to all his football games in high school. If she hadn’t been forced to be there in order to play at halftime, she’d never have gone.

By the time they reached university, they didn’t exactly fit in with each other’s groups. James was getting his Kinesiology degree, and Cynthia had gone into Economics. Once again, they just gravitated to different areas. James had his own group of friends and Cyn had hers.
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