A Friendly Wager By M. Howard

March 2nd, 2009

Keisha traced her eyes, cheeks, and breasts with figure-eight motions and cupped her butt cheeks briefly, before running an index finger down the bridge of her nose and across her lips. “The vertical lines of our noses, both male and female, echo the erect male member, just as our lips, in shape and color, signal … female labia.”

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Subtle Poisons By Megan Arkenberg

December 10th, 2008

I felt her arms twine around me, and the warmth of her breath in my hair. “Come on, darling. You have enough leaves to murder every wizard from here to UxmalĂ©.” She stood and tugged me gently to my feet.

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The Wedding Dress Tea Parties of 2443 By Merrie Haskell

October 9th, 2008

The next item, naturally, was a courting brochure. Full color. Fourteen different poses of the potential groom, standing variously with his brothers (also available), his parents, his dowry (modest stacks of gold coins and a few jewels), his dogs… Also included were summaries of his education, his work experience, his life expectancy, his gene survey, a list of famous ancestors, special skills, and at the bottom of the last page, a discreet list of references for past performances in sexual liaisons. Lydia flipped quickly back to the middle of the brochure. She’d never read a courting brochure before, and now she stared at the health overview in horrified fascination…

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Just Say Yes By Jo Dillon

May 11th, 2008

He spoke in the most rational, least threatening tone she’d heard since her townhouse burned. She couldn’t answer such a voice with the truth. I kicked a psycho trick in the balls and I was running from my pimp. Shame drained the last of her strength, and she fell to her knees.

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Stones By Lydia Kurnia

March 5th, 2008

She hesitated, not wanting to risk a kiss in public; but Yvran gestured at the pillar behind which they were hidden and tried a persuasive look. With a gentle sigh, Sheera leaned forward to seal his lips with hers.

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