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Introducing: Gluttony!

2010-07-20T18:12:00.000-07:00

Eat Me: Seven Stories of Gluttony is the first in MindFuck Fiction's new line of Sexy Sins books! Available as a gorgeous e-book -- complete with seven loin- and lust-stirring stories of gluttony and depravity, a special edition bookplate and an authors' tell-all section -- this collection is sure to whet your appetite in more ways than one.

Don't miss this chance to delight your senses with stories from the delectable crew of Gina Marie, Heidi Champa, Daisy James, Erobintica, Dorla Moorehouse, Connor Wright and Kaysee Renee Robichaud. Within these pages, you'll be invited to feast on the gorgeous prose and sensual actions of characters who howl at the hunger moon, eat fish--and more--on Fridays, gorge on gorgeous men at the train depot, and lick their frosted fingers every chance they get...

ORDER NOW by clicking the little button below. It's that easy to get your personalized copy of Eat Me: Seven Sexy Stories of Gluttony. And you can feel good knowing that every single red-hot cent is going directly into the authors' pockets. Just $3.95! (Note: Each book is personalized for your own (or your lover's) library, so please allow a bit of time between order and digital delivery).

Seven Sexy Sins: Submissions Extended!

2010-01-19T10:28:00.000-08:00

Seven Sexy Sins: Call for Submissions

MindFuck Fiction is getting ready to put out its first collaborative collection of erotic books, and we want you to be part of it!

For 2010, MindFuck Fiction will produce seven e-books. Each book with include seven sexy stories that revolve around one of the seven deadly sins (or the corresponding virtue for that sin).

You know about the seven deadly sins, of course, those capital vices of greed and lust and sloth and wrath. They're deadly, yes, but they're sexy too. This lustful quality of all the sins is what we want to explore.

Here are the sins and virtues we'll be covering:

Lust / Chastity
Gluttony / Temperance
Greed / Generosity
Sloth / Zeal
Wrath / Patience
Envy / Kindness
Pride / Humility

Think: The greedy girl who craves as many cocks as she can get. The glutton for punishment, who's in search of that perfect master and that perfect moment of pain and pleasure. A lazy, slothful session of lovemaking. The perfectly modest girl who's forced to get naked in public, exposing her lust for all to see. The jilted lover who's come up with a way to take out her wrath in a way that's sensual and surprising.

What we want: Quality literary stories that think outside the box, that stretch and explore these sins and their virtues, all while making us hot and horny. There are no boundaries -- any sexual orientation, any time period, any additional genre (be careful with horror-type stuff though -- it must be sexy and not horrific, which is a very fine line).

What we don't want: Poorly written stories. Trite, cardboard characters. No sex with animals or underage characters.

The Fine Print:

Stories should be between 1500 and 6000 words.
Deadlines are posted for the upcoming collections below.
Books will be published in a variety of e-book formats, including PDFs and Kindle. They will also be available in PoD versions.
Selected authors will receive $5 for their story up-front, as well as a split portion of all sales. We know, this isn't much at all up-front, but it's coming out of our pockets and we're taking a risk on this project, so we hope you'll do the same! The split will be 1/8 of the sales each book (seven authors, plus the cover photographer -- in this case, the talented Gina Marie -- will all get equal shares).
As an extra bonus to readers, we ask that selected authors be willing to submit a bio, as well as a short note about the story -- how it came to be, what music they were listening to while they wrote it, their own experience with the particular sin or something else that gives readers some insight into the author and the story. (We will ask for these after we accept your story -- no need to send one with the original submission).
We only buy first rights. The story is yours to do whatever you want with after we go to press (although we do ask that you wait six months or so, just to help support the sale of these collections).
Stories will be edited, and you will get final approval before we go to press.
Send submissions to mf.fiction@gmail.com. Attach stories as Word documents (not docx) or RTF docs , and be sure to include your contact information!
Important: To ensure your submission doesn't get lost or spammed, please put the following the subject line of your email: SUB SEVEN SEXY SINS: [The sin you're submitting to].
Questions? Email mf.fiction@gmail.com and put Question in the subject line.
Please feel free to share and re-post these guidelines. We welcome beginning authors, as well as those who have some experience under their belts and collars!

Thank you for considering us! We look forward to hearing from you!

Sincerely,
The Crew at MFFiction

Upcoming Sins:

Lust / Chastity            deadline June15th
Greed / Generosity     deadline June 15th
Sloth / Zeal                 deadline July 1st
Wrath / Patience         deadline July 1st
Envy / Kindness         deadline July15th
Pride / Humility          deadline July15th

Opening Eden by Gina Marie

2009-11-28T08:28:00.000-08:00

Featuring six brand-new stories from talented writer, Gina Marie, Opening Eden is a collection of erotic stories exploring the place where sensuality, sexuality, and the great outdoors meet! From sensuous stories like Big Red Sun to gorgeous tales like Silver Fish in the Crystal Pool, these stories will delight, arouse and inspire.

Available on Lulu as a PDF!

Available as a Kindle!

Horse Tales

2009-11-14T10:59:00.000-08:00

Horse Tales released at Smashword and Amazon Kindle!

Featuring a new short story from Vincent Diamond, "Holding the Reins," along with six other horsey tales, Horse Tales collects the best of Vincent Diamond's horse-themed stories. These characters are gay men with real-life problems, desires, and loves--for each other and for the horses that dapple their days. Seven stories that pulse with heat and color and passion, the pieces in Horse Tales are truly diamond chips from an author known for stellar writing.

(38,000 words, priced at $3.95. Includes: Holding the Reins, Bruised, Back in the Saddle, Horsing Around, Tropical Daze, Horse Sense and Irish Cream.)

Available through Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/4466

And at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B002SB9ZL4

Coming Next from MindFuck: Horse Tales by Vincent Diamond

2009-10-07T20:14:00.000-07:00

Coming Soon in MindFuck's Six-Pack Series: Horse Tales, by Vincent Diamond

Excerpt from “Holding the Reins”

It shouldn’t have felt like walking towards a prison. Barn Five was painted crisp white with forest green accents on the shutters and doors, and a classic red rooster weathervane sat atop the cupola. But it felt like prison to Marcus Denton. All of his life, he had run towards horses and into happiness: manure-scented walkways, hay-filled stalls, a life awash with gleaming horseflesh. No longer.

It was a brisk winter morning in Florida, the second of January. Marcus carried a steaming coffee cup as he walked through the dawn’s mist. He stopped at the north end of Pasture Fourteen. A slender groom led a horse into the gate, turned the animal to face him, and unhooked its halter. The horse twisted, gave its little free-at-last buck and kick, then cantered towards Marcus. He heard the thud of its hooves on the sod, the whuff of air as it breathed during its run. He couldn’t tell which stallion it was; the animal slipped by him in the mist, a ghost in the fog.

Christmas had cleared his own fog. At his sister’s house in Indiana, his seven-year-old nephew, Anthony, had played on the rug with his new racetrack set, while Marcus nursed a tumbler of Scotch. In late afternoon, the house was quiet around them. Everyone else was napping or occupied elsewhere. Marcus watched Anthony in silence.

“Where’s Uncle Philip?” the boy asked. He varoomed the car over the track, his eyes never leaving the red Corvette in his hand.

“He’s gone, Anthony.”

“Where did he go?”

Had Jeanette told her son what happened? Could Anthony even understand? Should Marcus tell the truth or lie?

Ten heartbeats of silence. Anthony looked up at Marcus, blue eyes wide. “Where did Uncle Philip go?”

Let Jeanette deal with it; he was her kid.

“He’s dead.”

“Oh.” The toy car slipped off the racetrack and Marcus’s heart pinched—just that brushbeat of fear and pain.

He couldn’t watch truck commercials anymore.

“My turtle Emma died.” Anthony kneed over to the car and set back on its path. “But it’s okay. Daddy got me a new one.”

Marcus didn’t reply. His face must have looked strange because Anthony left the room, his little-boy lips trembling.

Marcus stayed, his head bent over to his knees, his arms folded over his head. There were no tears, just an awful wailing inside of himself that he couldn’t stop. When he finally stood up, it was dark, and his arms tingled and sparkled. He could barely move them.

Now, he walked up the path towards the barn with sureness in his steps.

Time to do this. A new year, a new chance.

Marcus didn’t take chances any more.

When he got up to the stallion barn, Lowell O’Connor, his farm manager was there. Lowell was a former jockey, all of five-feet-two-inches tall, and even in middle-age, no more than a hundred forty pounds. But his heart was huge. He had run the operation since last March, run it all without imposing on Marcus’s pain. All he’d ever asked was for Marcus to sign the checks.

“A hearty good mornin’ to ya, Marcus Paul.” His soft Irish brogue washed over Marcus like a balm. There was something so right and soothing about that voice in his barn.

“And to you. Coffee on?”

“Aye. In the office.” His bright blue eyes looked Marcus over. “What brings you here so early?

“What’s going on today?”

“The Glenview Farm mares are due in at two. Donegan wants them to settle in before the early breeding.”

“Who’s the stud?”

I should know this; I’m too out of touch with the barn’s business.

“Darth Vader.” A true black stallion, not a wisp of bay or chestnut in his coat. And just as irascible as his namesake. Even Philip had never ridden Vader, and the exercise riders had flipped coins over who would breeze him for his daily work-out while he was racing. The stallion’s fighting spirit had won them over three million dollars during his race days. Now, Vader earned his keep by servicing mares from all over the world.

Want to help?” There was kindness in Lowell’s tone.

“No, you can handle it.” Marcus looked away from Lowell’s piercing gaze. “Pasture Fourteen needs manure pickup today. Please tell the crew.”

“Yes, sir. Shall I tack up Mr. Smartypants for ye?”

“No, thanks. I’m not riding.” Two grooms walked by with frisky stallions on each lead. Their shoes clopped on the cement walkway, the comforting sound of home. “I’m gonna clean out Phil—the tackroom today.”

Lowell looked down the walkway towards the room at the far end of the barn. Since the stallion barn always had less horses, there had been space for Philip’s sizable collection of saddles, bridles, pads and riding clothes. He and Marcus had converted an end stall. They spent a day installing windows, nailing up drywall, and gluing down a cheap vinyl floor. When they were done, Philip lay Marcus out on the cold vinyl and heated them both to a passionate fire.

The door was closed, as always. No one had been inside since March.

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Are You Ready for a MindFuck?

2009-07-30T11:00:00.000-07:00

Welcome to MindFuck Fiction

(or, MFF if you're speaking in civilized company, although we have no idea why you'd want to do that).

Here at MindFuck, we aim to offer stories that blow your mind wide open and arouse your senses. Fiction and non-fiction that tantalizes your body and brain with gorgeous writing, characters you’ll never forget, and stories that will leave you begging for more.

Anticipate.
Arouse.
Cry.
Arch.
Beg.
Punish.
Take Aim.
Wonder.
Gasp.
Delight.
Discover.

...just a few of the temptations that await you here at MindFuck.

Come, join us. Pull open the covers and slip between. We may not bring you breakfast in bed, but we know how to satisfy your every craving…

Laura the Laugher

2009-07-17T05:41:00.000-07:00

Laura the Laugher, and Other Stories is a collection of six explicit erotica pieces by Jeremy Edwards. These tales of "sexy giggles, grinning wiggles, gentle tickles, and eclectic ecstasy" explore the author's reverence for sex in its sunniest form, as he strives to blend the sensuous and the playful. One reviewer has referred to his writing as an “irresistible blend of raunch and romantic sweetness.”

In "Dropping the Hint," a man relishes the customized sexual ritual with which his wife greets him at the door. In "Laura the Laugher," the title character seduces a young woman who is initially skeptical about Laura's idiosyncratic burlesque act. "Do Friends Tickle?" and "Another Hole Week" celebrate the erotic power of light tickling, while "Tire Stud" grooves on a rubber-tread fetish. The collection concludes with an eroto-comedic Hanukkah tale called "The Golden Latke."

Bonus features—exclusive to this e-book— include brief notes from Jeremy about each story ("Background Noise"), a page of Jeremy's thoughts on laughter and sexuality, a short interview, and a farcical playlet called "Jeremy Edwards at Work."

Excerpt from "Dropping the Hint":

I clatter through the door a few hours later, an impeccable accountant who is hopelessly disorganized and indecisive outside his office. I rumble in precariously like a badly-packed luggage cart, ready as I’ll ever be to enter the slightly baffling world of private life after another proud day of fiscal magic.

Each time I cross the threshold, I feel a wave of gratitude for the fact that Dora runs our life. My guiding principle is that if a matter can’t be settled by recourse to a printing calculator, then I don’t want to be the one in charge.

Dora, as I said, has one or two eccentric habits, and she often greets me at the door with a laboratory-grade eyedropper behind her back.

You see, she likes to drop me hints, in liquid form. So she’s taught me a variety of signals, instructing me in the semaphore that she operates via small samples of fluid. When she smiles and says “tongue”—where many a spouse might say “hello”—I close my eyes and render the aforementioned organ accessible to her. I must look quite a spectacle, sticking my tongue out like a brat in a custom-tailored suit; but it’s for Dora.

Sometimes I taste a drop of olive oil, meaning that it’s my turn to cook. A flash of red wine from the eyedropper, and I know we’re dining out. Worcestershire sauce indicates that my mother has phoned and is expecting me to call back. Lemonade translates into movie night.

But tonight is even more special than movie night. I know this because after I walk in the door—and am duly prompted to extend my tongue—I taste a drop of something that doesn’t come out of any bottle in our well-appointed kitchen.

Six explicit stories (five hetero, one lesbian). Adults 18+ only.

18,260 words; PDF; $3.00.

Click here to purchase!
[Update, October 2009: After some technical difficulties, PayPal is now enabled for this item (at the above link).]

Praise for Jeremy Edwards:

"Jeremy Edwards' masterful blend of sensuousness with a splash of kink is sure to arouse the most sophisticated readers." —Alison Tyler

“Jeremy Edwards is an incredible storyteller.”—Ashley Lister, Erotica Readers & Writers Association

"The man has magic in each and every one of his dirty little fingertips." —ZenFetish

What We Leave Behind

2009-05-22T09:51:00.000-07:00

He thinks he's gotten over the death of his lover, Thom, to cancer. But mostly he's just been hiding inside himself, and it's working just fine for him. Until Seth shows up in his kitchen with a big white dog named Annie in tow. And as much as he tries to resist it, his heart--and the rest of him--is just about to get cracked wide open...

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PICK YOUR POISON
To read this entire heart-warming, heart-breaking and sexy story, buy it now for just $1.00 in almost any format you like!

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EXCERPT:

I realize I’m not listening. What I’m doing is eying Seth’s back, the curve of his shoulders and hips. This realization makes me want to fuck and cry. While Thom was dying I looked at everything—everything—that walked by. I didn’t touch; that was our rule. But, Jesus, I don’t know if I’d ever been so horny in my life. We fucked some, then, almost to the end. Thom joked we were like pregnant women or little old ladies. He was afraid I wasn’t attracted to him anymore; I was afraid to hurt him.

Near the end, sex took on this ritual: I would lie next to Thom, barely touching, and we would kiss. Just our lips and tongues. His lips still silver-soft from the chapstick he was addicted to. And then I would suck. As much as he was ashamed of his body at the end, he was always proud of his cock. I’m so grateful for that, that he had something to be proud of, always.

And I loved to suck him. The only part of his body that didn’t lose its weight, that stayed full and heavy and alive in my mouth. I’d run my tongue up the ridges and veins. Play over and over the soft curve of his head until his sighs changed from the long, slow release to a near-pant. Until he lifted his hips off the bed and put his fingers in my hair and said my name, over and over. And then, sometimes, he could fall asleep without the pain meds. Sleeping then, he looked like my Thom again. If I squinted, I could pretend I didn’t see the IV poles, the hospital bed, the meds and tissues scattered around the living room. I could pretend he was just napping in the middle of the day.

And then the truth would come back and I’d go down to the laundry room and put already dry clothes in the dryer. Beneath the loud clunk-clunk of jeans and t-shirts, I’d masturbate, hard and fast, without lube, chafing my skin into some kind of pain. Sometimes I came. Sometimes I just cried.

But after Thom died, nothing. It was like my libido got dressed up in its best clothes, and laid down to be buried somewhere between Thom and Bella. For it to come back now, sudden and with such force that my cock tightens in my jeans, it wrecks me.

PRAISE FOR
Shanna Germain’s What We Leave Behind

“In Animal Attraction, the best is saved for last. Shanna Germain's tale of "What We Leave Behind" is the final story in the book, and rightfully so—her narrative about death, living and making it through both is hauntingly real. You know you've read good erotica when the story lingers long beyond the page, when you can move past the sexual tension but never shake free of the emotional impact. Germain's story is that rare contradiction: a straight-up shot of tenderness that will knock you on your ass. It's the perfect end to a fantastic collection.”

—Gwen Masters, Clean Sheets

“While several stories in this anthology touch on the emotional healing pets can bring, "What We Leave Behind" by Shanna Germain is absolutely stunning. Not only does she show the healing power of pets, but also sex. It is beautiful and sad and hopeful – a difficult combination to deliver, but Ms. Germain deftly crafted a winner.”

—Kathleen Bradean, Erotica Revealed

Why Buy MindFuck?

2009-05-20T11:49:00.000-07:00

Here at MindFuck, we understand that you can buy your fiction anywhere and everywhere. From the big guys like Amazon and Borders, as well as from various other small and independent sites like us...

Which is why we always want to give you just a little more more. Here's what we offer that no one else can: With every story, collection or book that you purchase, you get more than just fantastic words on the page. You also get exclusive content that's designed just for MindFuck Fiction:

Pillow Talk: A behind-the-scenes glimpse of the author. Sometimes this is an interview or a short essay. Other times, it's a photo or a bit of a diary entry.

Under the Covers: The author's inspirations for and ideas behind each story, whether they be a real-life experience, a photo, a song or something else entirely. Discover what drew the author to create the story, and use the inspiration for your own life or writing.

Messy Sheets: A bit of the very first draft, whether it be hand-written or typed, to give you a window into how the story began, and how it was molded, tweaked and developed before it became the well-crafted piece of art that you have in your hands.

In addition, you'll be pleased to know that MindFuck authors keep one hundred percent of their sales. We believe that art matters and, more importantly, that artists matter -- and that they deserve every penny (or pound) of their hard-earned money. Which is why all of the money that you spend at MindFuck ends up right where it belongs: in the writers' pockets.

Only at MindFuck Fiction. Only for you.

Six In One Blow: Running Wild

2009-05-10T13:19:00.000-07:00

Running Wild is a collection of six literate, hot stories that explores BDSM from a variety of angles and viewpoints. From "How to Spank Me," in which the narrator asks for a specific kind of spanking, to the wife remembering her first belt bondage in "Until It's Gone," these smart, sultry stories are sure to get your brain and your body revving...

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To read this entire collection of hot bdsm erotica, buy it now at Smashwords for just $3.95 in any format you like!

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EXCERPT:

With her arms above her head, her small tits tilted upward. He loved her tits, pale and down-fuzzed as summer peaches, but it was her nipples that he loved the most, the way they stretched high and taut when she was aroused. He’d teased her first, rubbing the sharp edge of the clamp teeth along the inside of her thigh, around the edges of her neck, in smaller and smaller circles around her nipples. He loved to watch the points push into her skin.

Stella was as still as he’d told her to be, mouth closed, only her flared nostrils giving away her arousal. When he saw she was wet, he slid the opened clamp along the edge of her pussy lips, up to her clit. He’d never clamped her there, but he’d promised her it was coming. Now he closed the clamp, just a bit, on that pale pink flesh. She arched her back and gasped.

He took the clamps away, slapped the curvy bottom of her ass, hard enough to feel the sting on his palm. “Be still,” he said.

She closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring. When her eyes were closed, he opened both clamps and then closed them on the rosy skin of her nipples. Stella inhaled deep in through her nose.

He leaned back and watched her, the metal clips closed onto her taut flesh, leaving little pinpoints of bloodless skin. At the end of the bed, Stella’s feet, the only thing she couldn’t keep still, arched in their bonds. Her clit was aching, he knew. “You want to be fucked?” he asked.

~From "The Sun is an Ordinary Star"

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PICK YOUR POISON

To read this entire collection of hot bdsm erotica, buy it now at Smashwords for just $3.95 in any format you like!

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Six In One Blow: Native Tongue

2009-05-01T13:51:00.000-07:00

Native Tongue is a collection of six short stories of lesbian lust, compiled by award-winning author Shanna Germain. From the title story, in which a translator in Costa Rica discovers that her perfect lover may not be so perfect after all to a long-time girl crush that's consummated over black tea and henna, the six hot, sensual stories in this collection are sure to please and arouse...

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To read this entire collection of hot lesbian erotica, buy it now at Smashwords for just $4.00 in any format you like!

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EXCERPT:

There, on the skin over and between her shoulder blades, a dozen snowflakes tattooed in white ink. Each one different, each one as small as my pinkie nail. I got down on my knees before her small back and put my finger over each one. When I touched them, I thought they would feel cold, but they didn’t; they just felt like skin. I ran my tongue over them, each one, and thought they tasted like snow, clean and pure, the kind that you catch coming down from the sky.

“More,” Dakota said, when I stopped. Her voice came from over her shoulder, far away.

I tasted her back until my mouth felt like I’d been sucking icicles. Until she shivered and took my hand round the front of her. Even then, I tasted her skin with my fingers, letting them lick the warm-cool skin that was her belly and below her belly. Her hair was shaved short. My fingers played at the folds of her and she pushed the curves of her ass against my body. Her snowflaked back met my chest.

Her breathing was as heavy as it had been on the beach, when she’d first sat down on my chair. Other than that, she was quiet until she said, “What’s your name?”

My fingers played at the folds of her. “What?”

“I have to moan something,” she said. Was it the first time I’d heard her laugh? It must have been, but somehow it was as though I’d heard it a million times. “I can’t just say, ‘oh, oh, oh.’”

I’d never wished for a great name before, but I did now. “Joan.”

“Touch me again, Joan,” she said.

I did, entering two fingers inside her to find her wet and cool. And then I pulled my fingers out and found her clit. I made it wet with her own fluid and started circling the hard point of it.

“Joan,” she said. But it didn’t sound like my name ever had before. The way she breathed it, the way she moaned it, it sounded like join and then poem and then own. The fifth time or maybe the six, it sounded like joy.

She rolled over slow, so my fingers stayed on her, until she was facing me. Her tongue across my lips was a child licking her first popsicle. Just the tip, then, pressed between my lips until they opened and let her in. She brushed her knuckles across each of my nipples in turn, until my back arched and I was trying to make words in her mouth. I wanted to say her name back, to make it into something else, but I couldn’t with her tongue on mine, all spongy and sweet.

Dakota’s still-cool fingers tucked in the space between my legs, spread my thighs. She touched so light at first that it was nothing, snowflakes that melted instantly on my skin, and pushed my hips forward until she entered me. Her fingers brought their coolness inside, but it didn’t last. It was too hot—I was too hot—and I rode her hard, until I was so wet that I swore her fingers had melted in me. She pulled her fingers out and I was surprised that they were still there, still fingers after all. But then she dipped them inside the melted core of me again, and I couldn’t be sure of what I’d seen...

~From "On Snow-White Wings"

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Unbound

2009-05-01T10:50:00.000-07:00

Want just a little hit of something sharp and sweet? Check out our Unbound Fiction -- free stories from some of the genres' top writers, a new one each month. We encourage you to sample these complimentary offerings, to get a taste of what MindFuck offers, and in the process, enter our monthly contest full of yummy prizes. And, of course, if you like what you read, please pass it on! Our authors love having your support.

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Six In One Blow

2009-05-01T10:36:00.000-07:00

Whether you want half a dozen steamy stories of lesbian lust, six torrid tales of hot guy-on-guy action or a collection of horror pieces that will set your teeth on edge, MindFuck's "Six in One Blow" series has just what you need!

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Horse Tales: Six (+1) Stories of Gay Men and Horses, Vincent Diamond

Native Tongue: Six Tales of Lesbian Lust, Shanna Germain

Laura the Laugher: Six Tales of Sex and Laughter, Jeremy Edwards

Running Wild: Six Stories of Bondage, Discipline & Desire, Shanna Germain

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Unbound: You Can't Go Home Again

2009-05-01T07:28:00.000-07:00

DeDe's on a mission. A job, if you will.

She's following a path that was laid out before her so long ago. She's got a dark dog and a black gun and silver shoes. And she's got courage and a brain, and isn't that all a girl really needs?

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Read it online for free at Scribd. So easy!
or
Download the PDF file at Lulu.com!

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EXCERPT:

The Emerald City isn’t emerald anymore. It’s black as apple-bark.

DeDe doesn’t want anything to do with the place—too many creatures skittering at the near-blind corners of her memory’s eyes—but what’s done is done, and what’s paid to get done doesn’t get paid until she’s done. So, here she is.

And here is her gun, brought with her from the other big city. And here at her side is the big and brindled, half-Rottweiler dog pulling on a black collar studded with silver. His tongue lolls out like a big, pink eraser, and he’s drooling badly. She is careful to keep her legs away from the long clear strings of saliva that drip from his mouth.

The dog ducks his head to sniff at something caught between the blackened bricks of a passing building and DeDe gives his collar a sharp yank. He growls but not at her. Not really.

“Come on, Rot. Almost done and then we can go home.” As though he too has just been reminded of his purpose, he exhales a sniff of breath through his nose and then takes the lead, loping as far ahead of her as the leather leash will let him. She follows. It’s been a long time since she’s been here, but her feet remember the way, it seems, even if her eyes don’t. Her silver high heels clatter over the bracken cobblestones, and the thin silver straps cut into her feet. There’s a blister beginning to form on her baby toe—she can feel it rubbing with every step—and she nearly twisted an ankle on one of the yellow bricks on her way here. Crappy construction on that road to begin with, she thinks, and shitty in the way of upkeep ever since.

“You’d better make this worth my while, you prick,” DeDe mutters, looking briefly skyward, her lips overly pinkened with cheap lipstick and by her habit of constantly chewing on them. Rot barely looks at her when she talks. If she’s not giving him food or a command, he hardly seems to care what’s coming out of her mouth.

No one else looks at her either. She’s just another dirty whore in a city full of dirt and whores. Even her shoes are scuffed enough that they don’t shine the way they used to. She keeps her gun-hand to the walls, her hip to the bricks, and tugs her short skirt down over her thighs with the hand that holds Rot’s leash.

Most of the people going by don’t lift their heads or their eyes as they pass. No one, she notices, wears the spectacles anymore either. And why would they? The city’s hardly going to blind anyone these days. So everyone just trods along, collars up, hands tucked deep in pockets like if they just push a little harder into the fabric they might find something shiny...

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