Slaves to Desire is a collection of short stories, the genre is technically romance/erotica since there is some sex going on, but I wouldn’t narrow it to that and I wouldn’t even call it erotica. If you are thinking 50 Shades and similar books, this is something completely different. I would say the sex in my stories is only an instrument to make serious issues more approachable. That is why Anna Karenina muses about the meaning of life only when she finds herself in hell; Hamlet and Ophelia escape Shakespeare’s scroll to find out is free will an illusion; Rasputin is very disappointed during one of his wild orgies; Baudelaire’s muse, Jeanne Duval, let’s us know how a kept woman feels; Van Gogh is torn between the desire for freedom and sadness due to loneliness; Dostoevsky and Polina Suslova show how a relationship between two headstrong partners looks like; George Sand reveals the problems a woman encounters when the love of her life is ill… Some stories are pretty explicit since their characters demanded that style. The most explicit one, about Rasputin, is actually about our modern fast society without romantic challenges, which leads to boredom and perversion. The others are poetic. And I tried to portray the background of all historical figures as accurately as possible.
Peter Arliss was only a boy the first time he crept down the hall and peeked into the room where Jane and Charlotte were playing their erotic games. They soon made a man of him as they included him in every deviation imaginable. Under the skilled tutelage of these two insatiable fiends, Peter was seduced into a way of life that he knew to be abnormal, but was powerless to stop his mad descent into the depths of depravity. As the young slave, he performed the most intimate servces required by his strange mistresses. As a boy who wanted to taste normality, he roamed the night — peering at others even more debauched than he. Peter sought the thrill of seeing women undressing and doings things no person should do. He witnessed an underbelly of society known only to the perverted, and learned to consider it as his own. He discovered the joys of degeneracy and, in turn, became the pawn of every twisted female desire int own. Would he ever find a normal woman who could save him? Or would he end his twisted life emneshed in a world of NIGHT LUST!
A passion procession leads to a blood orgy! From Satan himself comes eight tales of debauchery and degradation. Tormented souls bound by flesh agonies, causing a downward spiral that ended in the fiery pits of hell! Love slaves, pain enthusiasts, sex maniacs; all suffered the endless, eternal torments of shrieking damnation!
It was the night of the big Hollywood orgy. Aleta and Derek slipping separately away. Hollywood had remodeled Aleta, turned her into a creature of lust, a wanton plaything. And then Derek understood what was happening, and he raced to the carnal house to claim his wife and settle a few scores. The orgy was in full swing, but then no one knew there was a dead girl upstairs, out of the way of the sin set!
The solemn occasion of his father’s funeral doesn’t seem quite right to Rory Foran. There is something evil, which first manifests itself in the form of a beautiful blonde who turns up in his bedroom . . . and who has been brutally tortured in the bargain. First, Rory had to find the answer to the big riddle: how does the once lumber-rich family continue to exist as if the big money were still rolling in? There must be something bringing in evil money, and he must find out what that abomination is. And what of his mother? Is she wrapped up in the maze of shame, this degraded means through which he must search out the truth?
No man couldwithstand the onslaught of her gypsy magnetism — all other women were swept aside, all other romances laid waste. Janice was a man-killer who stalked her lovers with deadly instinct. She brought to life the character from Dan Blake’s book, devastating him; destroying Dave Markham, who fought her viciously, only to succumb to her instaiable desires. When she finished with one man she tore through another. She was MAN HUNGRY and there was more than one man on her menu!
Something had always been missing in Chris Landenbury’s life . . . something of love and ecstasy that even Robert, her steady lover, couldn’t provide for her. There was nothing left for her but to run away, seeking the elusive sensations that she knew would turn ordinary shame and degradation into the most fiery of passions. And they were all waiting for her, the men . . . even one debased lady in the dark motel . . . eagerly wanting to insure her every success for the vixen on the sin tour!
CONNIE . . . the sleek and sensuous redhead, cynical and shockproof, a specialist in catering to the coarse demands of jaded men as well as the secret needs of lonely young women. JOANNE . . . the angel-faced blonde, fragile and appealing, nurturing a neurotic jealousy that demanded vicious and savage revenge. SUSAN . . . a small-town brunette with big-city dreams, breathlessly eager and painfully naive, too young and innocent to cope with the evil forces that lurked behind the glittering tinsel of the neon jungle.
Eileen was a delicious morsel. Inevitably she aroused the appetites not only of men, but of women — twisted, perverse women. The only thing strange was that she allowed such women to take forbidden liberties . . . ! But tender, little Eileen found that men cruelly handled her. Her own husband drove her away by his abuse, taught her that solely from such ardent creatures as Suzanne could she expect the compliant softness, the velvety delicacy, which spelled satisfaction in love.
Here it is! The infamous book that proves the female of the species is deadlier than the male! Young Charlene knew something was different about her, but never expected the depraved acts she’d commit in her adult life. She lived in a divine body which lured men only close enough to be repelled by the black coldness of her eyes. With women…it was different. The cold stare—the icy calm of the little beauty drew them like a lodestone and they melted under the Duval technique of keeping passion under tight control—until lust fulfilled its promise, but all in its proper time. Each of Charlene’s conquests knew the attainment of the peak had been worth the climb.
One spot of warmth through her armor—tiny, helpless little Cynthia, who became completely ‘turned on’ when she was thoroughly frightened—let love in to ravish Charlene, only to make life more difficult for this hot and hungry hellcat!
THE WIFE GAME: Here is the strange tale of how one sex-driven wife came to upset a whole community! If you were a prude, Ann’s parties were no place for you. And Dave, when he first came to town, was a prude, thinking, “What have any of these other wives got that my own beautiful wife doesn’t have?”
But he soon found out that a passionate partner can deliver a lot more voltage than just a beautiful one. Besides, it was good business to have pleasure with these girls . . . they influenced their important husbands so much!
THE FACE OF LOVE: The Macdonalds and the Matthews, two happily married couples, had been friends for years—exchanging intimacies and trusts. Of course, they liked to kid around, and once or twice the fun did get a bit out of hand. Still, it all seemed harmless, and they were certain it always would be. Then suddenly, without warning, their innocent friendship shattered into a shocking four-cornered affair. And by the time they tried to pick up the pieces, each knew it was already very late.
A double dose of violence for passion and exotic love!
HONEY AT HER LIPS
A salesman meets many beautiful woman during an ordinary work day—never expecting anything out of them besides some cash. But one day, he got lucky. Honey Babe was the epitome of the perfect woman—soft, sweet, sensuous. It didn’t take long for sparks to fly and a fantasy-like relationship to blossom. But with a girl like Honey, to love her was to take your life into your hands. Many men have gone down the same path and some don’t want to leave—like the champion fighter, who decided to make her his own, whether she liked it or not. With bodyguards now coming after him to hold Honey a veritable prisoner, this salesman now comes face to face in paying the ultimate price for love.
LOVE IN A HOT CLIMATE
Laura and Kingsley Gilbert were bored—with the heat, the insects, even the tropic tendency to make love at odd hours. Then tempting Renée Lumière arrived. Kingsley Gilbert knew on sight that he had to have her. The only question was where—and how to keep Laura Gilbert from knowing.
Titiana: It finally happened, Donald actually asked me to marry him. I should be excited, right? Should be jumping up and down, planning my future with the man of my dreams.
Only, he’s not that person, and what’s worse, I can’t stop obsessing over what sex would be like with him. I have to get him out of my system or risk losing Donald forever.
I guess the only thing left to do is stay the hell away from Ricky Gonzalez If my obsession doesn’t get the better of me first…
Ricky: I walked out of my dorm room, my mind set on what I was going to do. I wasn’t sure about her schedule, but I knew there was a strong chance for me to run into her if I left out the dorm earlier enough, that is, if she was in her dorm room, because over the past few months that we had been going here, I hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of her.
This isn’t going to work, how am I supposed to get my revenge on him if I can’t find her? And is revenge really all I want? These past few months of not being about to talk to her have been like torture and lately, I have been feeling like I would die if I couldn’t be with her.
What am I saying? I’m Ricky Gonzalez, the only thing I want from her is to fuck and be done with it. I think.
I had everything I always wanted. I great boyfriend, great career and even got into the school of my choice with my best friend. Things couldn’t have been better, until he walked back into my life.
Now here I am sitting at this table, watching him watch me and wondering what it would be like to be in between his sheets.
This is not good.
I’m not a good girl, but I am loyal; however, he makes me want to makes me want to forget about my loyalties.
God will I be able to resist this temptation…
My heart speed up the moment our eyes met and my palms began to shake. Never had a woman had so much control over me in my life. I was always the one in control, but one look at her and I knew nothing would be the same again.
For years all I could think about was getting Titiana into my bed, hey even as a kid she was all I could think of, but it wasn’t love—no, all I wanted was one night, and I could move on to the next one; however, seeing her know, staring up at me with those ravishing brown eyes, and juicy lips, suddenly makes me think that one night won’t be long enough