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“And just what does the collar do?” asked Zelda Zane, ace reporter. “You were always such an inquisitive little bitch,” Terence Tartarus replied, a wicked grin on his face. “How much can you put together on your own?” “Well, the clasp has no keyhole or external opening. The release must be controlled wirelessly,” the reporter reasoned. “You were never one to waste effort, Mister Tartarus, so…

I’ve written a tiny bit of flash while I’ve been away. I’ll be sharing some of it with you to celebrate the release of Libido League Box Set #4. “Aye,” the hottest new fashion designer in town, was holding a very private showing of his personal sketches. As art curator Qari Qym, I’d pulled every string and called in every favor to secure an invitation to the private showing. If I could convince…

“Touch up your lipstick, Ms. Zane?” said the new makeup girl in her broad, Brooklyn accent. The ace reporter turned to the newcomer, a tone of annoyance in her voice, “That’s hardly necessary. It’s a very short on-air interview, and the other girl already fixed my makeup. I don’t need …” As the pale, pink lipstick touched her flesh, Zelda Zane was struck by how good it felt. The rich, creamy…

There was so much good you could do in the world if you weren’t by yourself, if you were part of something bigger. Gem Gutierrez hadn’t learned that through team-building exercises or harrowing childhood trauma or heart-warming films, but she knew that truth in her bones. A group of people working together could change the world. A person alone was exposed. Weak. Vulnerable. Gem had to risk…

Captain Jenna Joie of the starship Intercourse would have rather been on the front lines of battle than here. The admirals had called the mission a reward for her service. But Jenna didn’t see anything rewarding about picking up some cerebral alien pacifist and bringing it to oversee the peace negotiations. She reconsidered her opinion the moment the Pacifist stepped on board. The alien’s bare…

Thanks so much, @another-hypno-toy. I'm so glad that you like my dirty little stories. I was reading a lot of comic books while going through puberty, many years ago, and the two have forever fused in my head.

I've been on a bit of a break since last year. I'm only writing a little in the background. With a little luck I might post something again in th enext few months.

It’s been a minute! My real life obligations continue to keep me away from my keyboard almost entirely. The “almost” means I sometimes write a page or a paragraph or a sentence and call it victory for the week. Not every week is so lucky. Still, it’s been almost a year and half, so in that time: I have 3 or 4 flash fictions that are done. Half a dozen more flashes are started. Half a short…

“I will find a way to, ooooh, to stop touching myself,” Argent growled. The superheroine glared defiantly at the Dominator, even as her fingers thrust deep within her dripping pussy.

“Really?” the supervillain asked with a wicked grin. “And then what?”

Argent’s body trembled with bliss. She could hardly stay on her feet. But she muttered. “I will … make you … oh god … make you pay!” For a moment, a look of pleasure banished the defiant expression of her face.

The Dominator laughed. “Make me pay for what?”

The superheroine struggled to control her ragged breathing. “For trying … to make me … obey … you. OH GOD!”

As the last two words escaped her lips, Argent’s passion-drenched flesh exploded with bliss as an orgasm rocked through her body. Each time she said “obey you”, the pleasure increased, bringing her to greater and greater heights of ecstasy.

Within minutes, the only words Argent could speak while looking weak-eyed into the Dominator’s face were “obey you.”

Over and over again.