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.
Two tales of sisters who sin in every conceivable way!
It started when Pamela proved too much for John Walker. It was easy to take advantage of her, and wonderfully thrilling! But being a typical American lad with plenty of conscience, John came back to make amends. Instead of Pamela, he found only her sister, the wild and seducive Hilary. She would not tell where Pamela was, but volunteered to act as substitute—and promptly proved as good! Then John met Rust Martin, a loose-living lass who taught him in the higher arts of love and agreed to give up the streets if he would be faithful to her. The voluptuous Pamela and hot-blooded Hilary, however, were temptations practically impossible for a man to withstand. How could he choose among these three beautiful and passionate girls?
A passion triangle was the lives of four sisters. Four twisted girls on their own, free to indulge every whim, every single desire. Take Colette, the insatiable wanton on the cnstant prowl for men. Take Michele, the tramp always ready to show a man how much she has learned in the lust schools of Paris. Take Janet, the school teacher who hated her own innocence—and wasn’t sure if she had a secret passion for another woman! And take Nikki, who knew what her secret desire was and didn’t want to face it. Four sisters trapped in a sin knot!
Possibly the antidote that will settle and save many marriages in this faithless world is simply that the partners mind their own business. But Ben’s lustful appetite, paired unfortunately with Jane’s frigidity, set the shame stage for flesh infidelity. Enter Holly, a painter whom spurned Ben and was thus assaulted by the tempestuous man. She soon turned their life into a lust triangle after attempting to destroy his life in an act of vengeance. Jane, unable to live in peace with her own husband (and unknowing of the growing tension on her own farm), thinks herself capable of settling the disturbed household of a friend. While she’s gone, the inevitable happens—but in a way that will surprise the most cautious reader as much as it surprises Ben and Holly . . . as their shame, sins, and degradations lead them hopelessly to permanent passion remorse!
Claire Miller thought she and Rod had a perfect marriage. They were young attractive, full of life and love—the envy of their suburban friends. For them, two wasn’t just company: it was all they needed. Or so Claire wanted to believe. Then one day a third influence entered their quiet world and Claire was shocked to discover a side of her husband’s character she hadn’t known existed. Disillusioned and bitter, She sought sexual revenge with the first man who excited her. Only then did Claire discover the strange fires burning within herself . . .
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!
Here is a daring tale about suburbanites who turn business into sex, and sex into business…who turn off their consciences when they turn off their lights…and who live by one rule only: Anything goes! As you read what happens to Barry Johns and his wife, remember this novel is based on the actual facts of suburbia’s spreading immorality…and consider what you yourself might do if you ever receive…THE INVITATION
Then… Eve Hadley was more than pretty. She was warm and wanting. So why should she try to content herself with one man? Ed Hadley was her husband. But he was having affairs with other women. That gave Eve a perfect excuse to seek solace with a neighbor. And that launched the mate-trading. Eve and her neighbor, her husband and the neighbor’s wife. Still it wasn’t enough. For greater kicks, Eve snared a teenager…
They were four seductive women . . . each with secret, sensual dreams and desires. And when Sam Ennis came to town, they promptly lined up in a race for his attentions. Maude Simmons, awake in her new full-blown beauty and restless nights, thought she knew what Sam planned to do. Her only question was, which woman would he select? Marge wanted Sam’s kisses to kill the taste of her love-empty bedtime sessions with her relator husband, Harold. Cindy, Marge’s man-hungry sister-in-law, had to see for herself if Sam was the great lover Marge claimed him to be. Anna Winston, luscious call-girl brought to town by Marge’s husband for reasons of his own, gladly made the fourth girl in the love line-up. Always ready to mix business with pleasure, she knew that a man like Sam could give her both!
Jack had women, too many women. That was the trouble. When sultry Verve used her body to get him to find her kid sister, Lois, it was the start of Jack’s woman trouble. Because Lois had cut out for Harbortown, a little weekend village on the Massachusetts coast that had been taken over by wild kids. Mad teenagers who took their kicks any way they could get it! Jack had his hands full, not only with sultry Lois, but with passionate Terry who wanted to share his motel room, and with the nameless Latin girl on the dunes. It was a mad weekend of sin!
SIN FOOD . . . eaten wherever it could be found, and they gorged themselves day or night, wherever their lusts lead them. For they were the sin vagabonds, who stopped at nothing to get their sin kicks. Black-haired Jennifer, the harlot fromthe clip-joint circuit . . . Ashe, the stud who’d rather take his wantons by force than let a woman give him her love . . . Vance, the nice guy who could assault a woman as fast as he could slug a man. Down the passion road they rolled, a screaming Gemorah of lust looking for the next twisted orgy as their . . . PASSION ROUTE!
RUSTIC LUST . . . the goings-on at the cabin would not make a believable tale to tell . . . either to get Keith out of the shameful mess that was developing, or to place the blame in the proper place with the brutal authorities. He’d had the upper hand once, but he was not helplessly captive before the lusty, merciless wanton, Shirley, in the seclusion of the — SHAME CABIN!