Best S&M, Volume 3

BEST S&M

III

Still More Extreme Stories of Still More Extreme Sex

Edited By M.Christian

Copyright

Best S & M Erotica III: Still More Extreme Stories of Still More Extreme Sex

M.Christian (editor)

Published by Logical-Lust, copyright 2010

eBook ISBN: 978-1905091-64-5

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Published by Logical-Lust Publications © 2010

Cover image by Helen E. H. Madden, pixelarcana.com

© Logical-Lust Publications 2010

Best S & M Erotica III: Still More Extreme Stories of Still More Extreme Sex
is a collection of works of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents are entirely the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events, is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright Information:

“Retribution” by Billierosie is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Billierosie.

“The Only One” by M.Christian, originally appeared in
Slippery When Wet
, Sunah Cherwin, editor; subsequently appeared in
Tough Girls: Down and Dirty Dyke Erotica
, edited by Lori Selke (Black Books).

“The Guessing Game” by Mykola Dementiuk, originally appeared in
Paramour Magazine
Volume 3, Issue 3.

“Empty Vessel” By Shanna Germain is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Shanna Germain.

“You Awake Ahead of the Alarm” by Oatmeal Girl is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Oatmeal Girl.

“Monitoring” by Ralph Greco, Jr. is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Ralph Greco, Jr.

“Shaping Genevieve” by Theda Hudson is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Theda Hudson.

“Crossed” by Kane
is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Kane.

“The Corpse Washer” by Jan Vander Laenen
is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Jan Vander Laenen.

“Tits for Tat” By Jude Mason is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Jude Mason.

“Down Below” by Jean Roberta, originally appeared in
Slave to Love: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint
, edited by Alison Tyler (Cleis Press).

“Shattered Glass” by Jerry Rosen is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Jerry Rosen.

“Dreams from a Black Chrysalis” by Jason Rubis is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Jason Rubis.

“Mealtime Trappings” by Craig J. Sorensen is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
Craig J. Sorensen.

“Halloween” by Cecilia Tan, originally appeared in the
MASTER/slave
, edited by N. T. Morley (Heat/Berkley/Penguin).

“Blade, Ink, Steel” by Sharon Wachsler, originally appeared in
Best Lesbian Erotica 2009
, edited by Tristan Taormino and Joan Larkin, eds., (Cleis Press).

“Lucky” by Xan West originally appearred in
Best Women’s Erotica 2009
, edited by Violet Blue (Cleis Press).

“A Mountain Man in Drag” by PM White is previously unpublished. Copyright © 2009
by
PM White.

Introduction: “More of the Best …”

How is a writer like a masochist?

Believe it or not, there actually is an answer. It’s not like Carroll’s “How is a raven like a writing desk?” riddle, which doesn’t have one.

But before I deliver the punch line, let me welcome you to
Best S/M Erotica Vol 3: Still More Extreme Stories of Still More Extreme Sex
. As with the previous volumes, I tried to pick stories that reflect not just traditional S/M, meaning sado-masochism or pain-for-pleasure, but also to cover the very wide-ranging world of sex based on power exchange. S/M is weird that way. No, I don’t mean that as a judgment call – I’m of the school that if it’s consensual, it’s okay – but, unlike other sexual themes, S/M can mean different things to different people.

So here, in these pages, you’ll find light stories, dark stories, powerful stories, subtle stories, fierce stories, and even romantic stories – but all of them deal with the basic idea of consensually giving up, or taking, sexual power and control.

What really is odd about editing these books is how it makes me feel – and not in a sexual way. Sure, there’s pleasure – if not joy – in finding stories that celebrate the widely varied dimensions of S/M and accomplish that very difficult task with style, beautiful language, fine characterization, and something more than merely sexual passion. But as a writer myself, this pleasure can sometimes be overshadowed by the disappointment I know all too well: the bad part of the job of editing an anthology that comes when you have to tell the folks who – for whatever reasons – didn’t make the cut.

That’s why, in a weirdly twisted way, being a writer can be like being a masochist. After all, what else would you call someone who has to get some kind of a pleasure out of a thankless job like writing, and submitting, stories?

Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch – and a bad riddle – but it’s my way of saying that I hope you enjoy this book. I think the writers have each done remarkable jobs of trying to show what S/M can be but also, and more importantly, done it with magnificent literary skill.

But that it’s also important that you realize that they, and the people who didn’t make the cut, deserve the highest praise any Master, or editor, can give to those who have submitted to them:

“You’ve done good.”

 – M.Christian, 2009

Mealtime
Trappings

By

Craig J. Sorensen

Carefully rolled white napkins in polished silver rings were poised on opposite sides of the card table in the bedroom. Two matching vinyl chairs awaited; one would be used. Scents of a stir-fry filled the air. Matching purple silk short shorts and tiny camisole waited atop the satin comforter.

The light in the room across the way was on, so Ying dimmed her bedroom light as she entered the room. She set the dinner on the card table and went in the deepest corner where she quickly peeled off her sweats and then smoothed the drizzle of sweat from her brow down her cheeks. The silk top fell like a stage curtain over her plump nipples.

She checked the clock as the shorts came to rest on her hips.

8:02. The action across the way had predictably begun.

Ying had dubbed him Jeremy for silly reasons. Though he was not a ringer for Jeremy Irons, the man across seemed forged from iron. He was short and muscular. He had a deep chin, a strong brow, and long, wild blonde hair. Despite his stout physique, he had strangely lithe ballerina moves. But what he did was not a dance.

Every Tuesday and Friday at 8:00 Jeremy entertained a guest of sorts.

Ying savored the cold vinyl of the chair and drizzled soy sauce from a crystal cruet across the rare prime rib, snow peas, and pearl onions over jasmine rice. She balanced antique carved ivory chopsticks and took a bite.

Jeremy was clad, shoulder to shank, in formfitting, gleaming black leather. A woman stood framed perfectly by his long window. She was dressed in skintight black cloth like a burglar. Jeremy wielded a riding crop. The thief remained still, her gloved hands neatly folded in front of her groin.

A few weeks prior, Ying had looked out her bedroom window to see a nude woman hanging from a hook deep in the room. She picked up her phone and pressed 9-1 and hovered over the 1 button. But the puzzling rapture on the woman’s face, the deliberate presence of a hook mounted to the ceiling, punctuated by the fact the man was wearing carefully fitted, shiny leather convinced Ying to hang up and watch in growing fascination.

Tonight, Jeremy stripped the mask and the thief’s long, bright red hair spilled out in random curls. Jeremy gripped her cheeks and spoke so close that it could have been a kiss.

Red shook her head softly as Jeremy grabbed her hair behind her skull and opened her throat. Ying felt a deep pulse in her belly remembering when Marvin Stack yanked her long black hair on the playground, followed by her sudden blinding anger as she punched him and knocked him on his ass, interrupting his career as a puller of girls’ hair. But later, Ying had felt a strange curiosity at the sensations.

Jeremy forced his mouth over Red’s.

Ying took another bite of her meal. Rules were rules. She could not join in until she had finished.

Jeremy engulfed Red’s wrists in his left hand and bound them with plastic zip cuffs.

Ying savored how her pussy slid. She took another bite, and then another, and then finally stopped just short of shoveling like a longshoreman after a twelve-hour shift. She twirled her chopsticks over and under each other feigning patience.

Jeremy hung Red’s wrists on the hook. The front of his pants filled.

Ying took another bite from her half-full plate. Her defiant hand dipped into her silk shorts and caressed the edge of her downy pubic hair. She returned the rogue hand back on the table and took two more fast bites.

Jeremy yanked the skin-tight top up Red’s chest and groped her breasts harshly.

The weekend after she had first seen Jeremy and Red, Ying aggressively seduced her boyfriend Ronny. He seemed to like it as she pulled his stiffness from his pants. She tossed his balled up T-shirt toward the coffee table, covering the head of the gold Buddha.

Her fresh desires grew irresistible when she was fiercely turned on; it stood to reason that Ronny be the same. She took it further and squeezed his cock hard. “Ying! Ow!”

She crawled over his knee.