Sunday, March 11, 2018

Time Will Reveal by Natasha Brooks (Blog series from the upcoming book: Love Is Just A State of Mind) part 3

TITLE: Time Will Reveal (PART Three)

AUTHOR: Natasha Brooks

GENRE: Erotic Romance

ABOUT THE STORY: Time Will Reveal is part of the upcoming book: Love is Just a State of Mind (Desperate Housewives Stories of Love). Marie wanted to leave the confines of her little town and live a life filled with more fun, achievements and adventure. So she decided that a few months after her high school graduation she would hop onto a bus, landed in an entirely different city, attended college, started a business, married a man she didn’t love and had never for once looked back. That was until she received an invitation to attend her high school reunion This would stir up old memories from the past that she left behind. Would she rekindle a love with her old high school sweetheart Thomas? Only time will Reveal.

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The school reunion had been scheduled for a weekend. As soon as it was Friday, Marie had spent her entire morning to tie up loose ends at work so she could be on the road as early as six the next morning without having to worry about anything.

She had looked forward to the reunion the entire week. She had also looked forward to seeing Thomas – so much that she had spent every evening, sitting dreamily on her porch while she thought about him.

She tried as much as possible not to think about him as she drove to the school. It was a four-hours drive and throughout the entire time, she distracted herself with the thoughts of the changes everyone probably could have gone through. She had read in the paper that Tammy Martin, her onetime high school friend, had married twice and was currently living an exotic lifestyle as an “urban fashionista” – whatever that was.

Chang Lee, the only Asian-American in class at the time and also the only boy that was constantly ridiculed because of his chubby cheeks and thick brown skin, had also gone through unbelievable transformations. There were various adult magazines that had his totally enthralling nude picture on its front cover; in a nutshell, Chang had worked out for over six years, building a perfect mouthwatering masculine figure.

Marie certainly couldn’t think about them all. She was glad a few more thoughts crossed her mind though before she finally drove her car into the large compound of the school, a feeling of nostalgia instantly washing over her. For a second, after she parked in front of the school hall, she let her eyes trail over the old walls of the hall, on the numerous cars in the compound and of course, on some of the guests that had arrived exactly the same time that she did.

Deciding that she probably wouldn’t recognize any of them, she stared into her reflection in the rearview mirror and quickly adjusted her makeup. By the time she stepped out of the car, more cars had driven into the compound and some guests were already walking up the walkway into the hall. She quickly strode alongside them, donning a civil smile. Some of the women waved at her and she quickly waved back, trying fervently to remember their names before they interacted inside the hall.

Luckily, no one really approached her to talk to her before she stepped into the hall. As soon as she walked through the large doors, Marie couldn’t be gladder that she had chosen one of her prettiest short dresses which fitted against her slim waist, thick thighs and average bust. Her long smooth legs easily stood out from under the dress while her feet were beautifully clasped inside her color-matching shoes.


Oh God. Not him. Not him. Not now!

Marie couldn’t breathe. She hadn’t even taken six steps into the hall before everything she had hoped for happened. Her body froze as his strong voice came up behind her. She could hear the echo of his footsteps too as he slowly inched closer behind her. For a second, she hoped that he wasn’t real and his sudden appearance had been a figment of her repressed imagination.

“Marie! It is really you!”

She closed her eyes as it became more obvious that it was really him. Heaving a sigh, she finally turned to look at him while her teeth nervously dug into her lips. “Hello, Thomas.” She managed to whisper. “It has been how long – over ten years?”


This is just one of the stories in the LOVE IS JUST A STATE OF MIND short stories collection. Coming soon.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine

With lots of love and dedication, Bare Back Magazine delivers to you the very best erotic fiction and poetry for your sensual pleasure and erotic reading delight. These stories and poems explore it all, taking you to exotic places from the southern comforts of New Orleans to the bright lights and high towers of New York City and all places in between. You’ll meet some very naughty housewives, experience deliciously intense group encounters and explore love on the internet. Among the stories in this collection, there will also be an unforgettable masquerade for your reading pleasure. We’ll add a dabble of flavor, as we tempt your taste buds in very steamy erotic encounters. These scorching hot short stories will stimulate a variety of intense moods for you, the reader.

The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine features new stories and poems from both up-and-coming and popular writers like Peter Baltensperger, David Hornbuckle, Gianni Shamari, M. Earl Smith, Lane Pierce, Tonia Mansfield, Natasha Brooks, Jerrell Khalil Smith, Jillian Kander, Javier Rokusaburo, Jake Kaida, Bob McNeil, Robyn Alezanders and many more; this joyful celebration of erotic stories and poetry is deliciously sexy, sophisticated, and insanely addicting.

Bare Back Magazine was founded by Editor-in-Chief, Natasha Brooks in September 2005; the first issue was published online in November of the same year. With the help of many talented writers, editors and contributors, Bare Back Magazine has become one of the premier ezines on the web, featuring erotic fiction, poetry, articles and art that explore the diverse spectrum of erotica. Over the years, we have published the works of writers and artists from all over the world.

It has been an incredible ten years. We will continue to celebrate erotica and the talents of all erotic writers and artists by publishing erotica of all genres, celebrating erotic diversity and all of the reflections of erotica.

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Saturday, February 10, 2018

Time Will Reveal by Natasha Brooks (Blog series from the upcoming book: Love Is Just A State of Mind)

TITLE: Time Will Reveal (PART TWO)

AUTHOR: Natasha Brooks

GENRE: Erotic Romance

ABOUT THE STORY: Time Will Reveal is part of the upcoming book: Love is Just a State of Mind (Desperate Housewives Stories of Love). Marie wanted to leave the confines of her little town and live a life filled with more fun, achievements and adventure. So she decided that a few months after her high school graduation she would hop onto a bus, landed in an entirely different city, attended college, started a business, married a man she didn’t love and had never for once looked back. That was until she received an invitation to attend her high school reunion This would stir up old memories from the past that she left behind. Would she rekindle a love with her old high school sweetheart Thomas? Only time will Reveal.

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Her husband, Terrance, came home that night and she had slid into bed with him, still thinking of Thomas.

She tried to hide it – how much she was distracted. She listened to Terrance talk – as he did every night – about his job as an attorney and how it was always stressful but lucrative to represent an artiste or a congressman. Apparently, he had been to court twice in one day and each meeting with the judge had taken almost every ounce of breath he could muster. At the end, he had won but he just had to complain about everything he had gone through to make that happen.

There was a time that she wanted to love how he spoke to her about his job every night. She had somehow learnt to crave the way his fingers traced the edges of her skin while he spoke. She got used to the smell of his cologne too and sometimes thrilled herself by wearing his shirt. But all these happened a long time ago – a very long time ago.

Now, while he finally stopped talking and began to tickle her thighs with his fingers, she only closed her eyes and wanted him done with her as soon as possible. He caressed her left thigh but she felt no arousal for him. She could only picture Thomas’ smile in her head. She could remember his strong arms and the way his tongue passionately tasted and suckled her nipples.

Terrance had slid down the bed to pull up her nightgown and rid her off her panty. He kissed the soft flesh between her thighs and dug his tongue into her hole. She appreciated his effort. She widened her thighs to give him more room and silently thanked him for reawakening her memories of Thomas. She imagined her husband to be her high school lover. She imagined him to be the young man that had torn her thighs apart with lust and had made her heart warm with love.

She wanted that endless orgasm that Thomas had given her as her high school sweetheart. So, she held Terrance’s head and pulled him up with a moan. She welcomed him into her warm embrace too, staring into his eyes and seeing the man in her thoughts.

“Oh My!” She whispered as soon as Terrance found her pleasure hole and rammed his cock deep into it.

He wasn’t even listening to her. He was fucking her hard now, lost in between his own pleasure. She urged him on, wanting the memory of Thomas to never cease. She could remember the three times he had held her pinned to the wall of his room and rammed into her from behind. She had felt loved. She had felt as if he meant the entire world to her.

Countless orgasm had been what he gave to her.

And she was having one now, thinking about him! She dug her fingers into her husband’s shoulders now as her climax came. Her body shook violently. Terrance was muttering inaudible words too while all she could mutter was the word, Thomas.

She was going nuts over a man that probably didn’t know that she existed anymore and she knew it.



This is just one of the stories in the LOVE IS JUST A STATE OF MIND short stories collection. Coming soon.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Time Will Reveal by Natasha Brooks (Blog series from the upcoming book: Love Is Just A State of Mind)

TITLE: Time Will Reveal

AUTHOR: Natasha Brooks

GENRE: Erotic Romance

ABOUT THE STORY: Time Will Reveal is part of the upcoming book: Love is Just a State of Mind (Desperate Housewives Stories of Love). Marie wanted to leave the confines of her little town and live a life filled with more fun, achievements and adventure. So she decided that a few months after her high school graduation she would hop onto a bus, landed in an entirely different city, attended college, started a business, married a man she didn’t love and had never for once looked back. That was until she received an invitation to attend her high school reunion This would stir up old memories from the past that she left behind. Would she rekindle a love with her old high school sweetheart Thomas? Only time will Reveal.


Marie Stafford extremely craved for a drink. She hadn’t had a taste of alcohol in five years but her hard-earned sobriety was about to go down the drain if she didn’t stop thinking about Thomas Smithfield.


He was her high school sweetheart. They had known each other for two years and Marie remembered how happy and adventurous she had been the entire time. He was a cheerful one, and also had a body, silky smooth hair and a smile that many of the high school girls melted over. She had been lucky to be the one to date him, despite that she had been awfully simple and uncharismatic as a teenager. He loved her. Thomas did.

She could still remember the way his deep brown stared into hers with promises and the tight clutch of their fingers when they attended prom nights. He had kissed her under the mistletoe the eve of New Year and had told her she meant the entire world to him. He also told her he would do anything just to make sure they lived their adult lives together. His serious tone had convinced her that she loved him too. She had held his hand and silently followed him home. On his bed, tinder lights from candles simmering around the room, she had happily let him deflower her. He had slowly undressed her, his fingers gently tracing the edges of her skin until finally; he cupped her peach-shaped breasts in his palms and smashed his lips against hers.

She had been breathless. She could still remember how she had cuddled close to him, wanting more than his touch craving far more than a kiss. When his hands had left her breasts to trace lines around her abdomen and then through the edges of her clit, her entire body had gone amok. Her heart raced fast, her muscles clench in anxiety while her lips parted to moan his name. “Thomas. Oh Thomas”

Marie could still remember the most graceful moment of that night. It was when he had inched back to pull down his shorts and had positioned himself between her thighs. Instead of the typical pain she had read about in novels, what she had felt was purely insane pleasure. He had filled her entire hole with his boyish cock. He penetrated gently and had begun a movement that rendered her abruptly breathless and elated.

When they both climaxed, she had buried her fingernails into his shoulders, clinging to him and hoping to never let him go. It had been a magical night. He had been the first man to ever make love to her and God, didn’t he do the job perfectly! He had muttered soothing words into her ears as they both drifted off to sleep. He had been an angel. Thomas had promised to never leave her and he never did. Surprisingly, she had been the one to destroy the entire relationship. A year later, she wanted to see the world. She wanted to leave the confines of their little town and live a life filled with more fun, achievements and adventure. So, she had left him. She had hopped into a bus, landed in an entirely different city a day later, attended college, started a business, married a man she didn’t love and had never for once looked back.

She thought she would constantly never look back until the invitation came four hours ago. Her high school was having a reunion and Thomas Smithfield would certainly be there.


This is just one of the stories in the LOVE IS JUST A STATE OF MIND short stories collection. Coming soon.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Taking My Neighbor's Hotwife: Hotwife Short Story Kindle Edition by Maxwell Dymes

"She told me that you did things to her that her husband didn't and couldn't do and I wanted to know if you would do them to me." Abigail is the HOT WIFE of nerdy next-door neighbor. Former basketball stud, Jason retired and moved into a gated community. He didn't expect to meet Abigail, the Hot Wife next door with all of the curves in the right places and a husband who's ignoring her. When Abigail loses her key, Jason comes up with a plan to teach this Hot Wife a lesson about teasing a REAL Man. And one thing's for sure, Jason doesn't care if her wimpy husband finds out! WARNING: This short story contains hardcore acts between an older man and a married woman. These forbidden acts are described in graphic, steamy detail, which some may find offensive. ORDER ON AMAZON @

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Hot Cocoa, Green Tea, And The Man Who Sweetened My Heart by Deanna Martinez-Bey

About the Book

Title: Hot Cocoa, Green Tea, And The Man Who Sweetened My Heart

Author: Deanna Martinez-Bey

Genre: Women’s Fiction,


Stephanie had been held hostage in an abusive marriage for nearly twelve years. She was manipulated, controlled and abused by her mentally unstable husband. The last physical altercation drove Stephanie to begin a new life, alone, just her and her ten-year-old son, Ray.

Stephanie made an exit plan. She would find a new school for Ray, a full-time job and a place to live and just when she thought that life would be calm and peaceful, her monster of a husband, soon to be ex-husband would rear his ugly head. Stephanie winds up meeting a new friend through work. As time passes, they find that they are developing feelings for one another. After the divorce is final her ex-husband stirs up trouble yet again. Would Stephanie and her new friend become an item or would all the trouble from her ex-monster have him packing his bags and running? Would Stephanie finally be awarded full custody of her son or would her ex sabotage that from ever happening?

Hot Cocoa, Green Tea, And the Man Who Sweetened My Heart, is a compelling story of love, fear, hatred and self-transformation with a touch of humor, intimacy and a hint of the paranormal.


“That day, I decided that a battered and bruised physical body, damaged emotions, and what felt like a broken ankle was not going to keep me from finding happiness. The hunt was on!”

Author Bio

Deanna has always aspired to be a writer. She started writing poetry and short stories and the young age of seven. Born in New Jersey, Deanna currently lives in a suburb of Raleigh, North Carolina. She says. “I will always be a Jersey girl at heart.” Which is why she came up with her own recipe for, New Jersey coffee cake, that she shares at the end of this book. She has had several of her original recipes published over the years. They have been featured in publications such as: Taste of Home Magazine, Taste of Home “Best Of” cookbooks, Gooseberry Patch cookbooks, local magazines and Women’s Day online, to name a few.

Deanna’s other published works: Twinkle, Twinkle Christmas Star

When Life Gives You Lemons, Drink Coffee!

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Enchanted Book Promotions: Work of Art: An Intention of Flowers by Ken La Salle

About the Book Title: Work of Art: An Intention of Flowers Author: Ken La Salle Genre: YA / Contemporary Fiction
Oily pavement. Thick tempera paint. A parking lot filled with history, fear, and regret. A young man named Joseph Arillo sits in the parking lot and paints the pavement with flowers. And Andy Hollis steps in it. As the new art teacher at Santa Ana High School, he’s too curious about Joseph’s Flowers and unravels both of their lives in his pursuit for answers. He learns that it’s all part of a rite of passage, an absurd test started by Joseph Arillo’s father, the suspiciously world-renowned artist named only Tom. Which also connects to the drama teacher at Santa Ana High, Katie Bustos. Whose daughter, Desiree, may or may not be dating Joseph. Who is putting himself in danger from a local gang, the lot’s mysterious history, and the police. Andy puts himself in danger of losing his job, his home, and his freedom. If he can’t solve the riddle of Joseph’s Flowers, both of their lives will go up in smoke – despite any help from Winny, the old, Slovakian bureaucrat at school, or his students, or Tom himself. But is Tom trying to help? And is Joseph really up to his father’s test? And is Andy really fit to be a teacher? He doesn’t understand kids, can’t get to school on time, and… doesn’t appear to care about art or families or anything. But Joseph’s Flowers will challenge everything Andy believes: about himself, about the world, and most importantly of all about art. Before Andy and Joseph are finished, they will witness the power art has to provide inspiration, to waken our hearts, and to shatter everything you ever believed about humanity. An Intention of Flowers is the first book in a 5-book series, modestly titled Work of Art, about growing into the person you always wanted to be, making the most of what you have to give and not just what you have, and the power in each of us when we chose to be ourselves.

Author Bio Author and occasional philosopher and monologist, Ken La Salle’s passion is intense humor, meaningful drama, and finding answers to the questions that define our lives. Ken La Salle grew up in Santa Ana, California and has remained in the surrounding area his entire life. He was raised with strong, blue collar roots, which have given his writing a progressive and environmentalist view. You can find a growing number of his books and performances available online. Find out more about Ken on his website at

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“It’s a ritual. You understand? The intent is to force all of the childhood memories out of the boy and leave the man remaining. But that’s not exactly what happens. Sometimes, it causes brain damage and the boys lose their memory, their identity, even their ability to speak. The fact that they survive at all means they have cheated death and now they are ready to be men.” “Okay,” I said, drinking my beer. “What’s your point? What’s that have to do with – ” “That’s only one example, Mister Hollis. Just one! In the Amazon rainforest – back when, you know, it still existed – the Satere-Mawes had an equally brutal ritual. They would capture bullet ants. Do you know what bullet ants are?” Of course, I didn’t. So, he took another big pull from his beer and told me. “They’re called bullet ants because being stung by one is so severe that it hurts like being shot by a bullet. They live in trees and warn passers-by of their hive by falling down on you. They’re a full inch long. And after they fall on you, they shriek – yes, they shriek – and then they sting you, which is like being shot by a bullet. And that’s just from one, single ant.” Tom stepped back into his furniture storage room and returned with a stool. He sat on it and said, “Now comes the best part.” “There’s a better part?” I asked. “The Satere-Mawe tribe gather these ants by the hundreds and make gloves out of huge leaves, putting these ants inside the gloves. Then, they have their young men place their hands inside these gloves. The ants are woven into the gloves in such a way that when you put your hand inside of them, the ants begin stinging. Every sting is like being shot and they leave their hands in there for two minutes – five minutes – ten minutes! Ten minutes of agonizing pain. Soon, their bodies are convulsing from the toxins. Their arms grow stiff, useless, twisted appendages wrecked with agony. This agony lasts for days, days filled with uncontrollable spasms, useless limbs. For a Satere-Mawe boy to become a man, he doesn’t go through this ordeal once. The boy must endure this twenty times.” “That’s… that’s horrible,” I said. Tom finished his beer and said, “And then, there are the Vanuatu Land Divers, who throw themselves off of 98 feet tall towers, breaking bones and sometimes dying. There’s the Matis Hunting Trials that include pouring poison into the boy’s eyes, injecting frog toxin with a wooden needle, beatings, whippings – ” “Wait,” I said. “Hold on. Why are you telling me these things? What could this possibly have to do with your son?”

Friday, December 1, 2017

Release Blitz Merry Inkmas by Talia Hibbert

Release Blitz Merry Inkmas About the Book Title: Merry Inkmas Author: Talia Hibbert Genre: Contemporary Romance (Interracial)
Enjoy another Dirty British Romance by Talia Hibbert, author of Bad for the Boss. Christmas just got sexy… "There's a beast inside of me. I keep it caged. You drive it wild.” Cash Evans has come a long way since his troubled childhood, but all the wealth he's earned as a tattoo artist can't fix the hole in his heart. He knows that the sweet barista who haunts his dreams is off-limits... But life doesn't always go to plan. ”There isn’t a man on earth who could ruin me.” Bailey Cooper is determined to learn from her mother's mistakes. She's seen how cruel love can be, and she's not about to sacrifice her self-respect for a relationship. But when a bad boy with a heart of gold comes to her rescue, she finds herself wondering if this beast might just be her Prince Charming. Will these two lost souls find a happy ending under the tree this Christmas? Or is their love doomed to wither with the mistletoe? Merry Inkmas is a red-hot Christmas romance starring a brooding, bad boy hero and a Black, BBW heroine with a wall around her heart.
Author Bio Talia Hibbert is a writer and educator from England, U.K., by way of both the West Indies and West Africa. She wrote her first romance aged 12, and was promptly scolded by her teacher because her story of love in the jungle wasn't 'proper'. Since then, Talia's romances have improved in quality and hugely increased in heat. She now writes erotic, interracial romances about dirty Brits. They still aren't proper, but they are a lot of fun. In her free time, she eats too much ice cream and watches K Drama on Netflix. She also spends a serious amount of time on social media, so make sure you stay connected. Keep up with the world of Dirty British Romance on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram! And, as Talia would say... that's all, folks. Love and biscuits. Buy the book U.K.: U.S.:

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

His Highness, the Philogynist Kindle Edition by Gianni Shamari

Billionaire playboy Maré is the creator of GoodFellas magazine and owner of Genisys, the hottest gentlemen's club in New York City. Nicknamed Nature Boy, his extravagant lifestyle is a moving motion picture when it comes to VIP treatment, exclusive parties, exotic trips around the world, fast cars and trysts. Women love him and he lives for giving women maximum pleasure. Maré truly is the King of New York! This novella takes you into the world of the King of New York where you feel like you're in a hip-hop erotic movie and celebrating a lifestyle that very few can brag about. These erotic tales are perfect for your erotic fantasies and sexual desires. ORDER ON AMAZON @


Sunday, October 1, 2017

Book Excerpt: Girl Within Girl Book 2: Healing by S.P. Aruna


My name is Sean Paisley, and I'm a psychiatrist, a profession that for many is somewhat off-putting. When I embarked upon my career, I never thought about its horrible history, only about what good I could do. I guess it must have been fate that assigned me to the Gottlieb Memorial Institute right after my internship. Not only did it serve as a reminder that being an expert of the human mind has the potential for harm, but it taught me a life lesson I'll never forget. What made matters worse, I did something stupid. I fell in love with one of the nurses there. Falling in love is not something that anyone could rationally explain, even I as a doctor of the psyche. I mean it was clearly a no-no to have those feelings for a co-worker, given the usual complications. But in our case it was much more serious than that. Of course there was no way for me to know. Actually, I didn't know anything about her, and that's what makes me wonder how I got into this mess.

They say that falling in love has a lot to do with pheromones, these odorless chemicals people give off which you cannot actually smell, yet transmit to your brain the crucial message that this person near you could make a good baby with you, genetically speaking. If it wasn't that, then it must have been something just as mysterious to have drawn me to Katrina.

When I first saw her in the coffee-break room it was no big deal. I was making an effort to introduce myself to all the nurses, since I would regularly depend on them in my work. She was just another one of them to cross off my list of those that I had already seen.

But right from the start, I found her intriguing. For one, she couldn't tell me exactly how long she had been working at Gottleib. I could understand that if she had been in her sixties, but she was a young woman, not more than twenty-five, so it couldn't have been that long ago. At the time, I just dismissed her vague answers as nothing significant. After a few occasions working together, my attraction grew until I finally asked her out on a date. However, it wasn't only my fascination with her that led me to approach her, but I needed to get a few things off my chest and she was the first person that came into my head when I thought of who I should confide to.

We had our date, but this only made the magnetism more potent. The restaurant had a romantic setting for sure, and the food was great, so we had a good atmosphere conducive to a little opening up about ourselves, but after I divulged practically my whole life history, she offered nothing about herself, saying she'd rather not talk about the past, though I sensed she had trouble recalling her life before working at the hospital. For some reason, this reminded me about the other topic I wanted to talk about - the strange nature of our work. I confessed to her my disapproval of the treatments the hospital carried out, this idea of emptying the mind and filling it up anew, and confessed my suspicions about the source of funding for these activities. I figured she might shed some insight on these matters.

At first she tried to defend the goings on at the hospital, thinking there was nothing nefarious about them, despite the strange practices the senior doctor was advocating. But when I pressed her, she did show some doubt. After some awkward moments, we dropped the subject and enjoyed our food, though the bond between us had already been formed.

Then there was that incident where I found Katrina on the floor at the mercy of an uncontrollable patient. I came to her aid and subdued the hysterical inmate, calming the woman down until she became docile. After that, even though I knew better, I asked Katrina out again for an outing at the park. It was there in the park that she started opening up; inevitably we ended up in my bed. I remember being totally possessed by my desire for her, as if by bottling it up and ignoring it for so long unleashed my feelings like a brimming dam releasing the waters of its swollen reservoir. Her unconditional surrender made me want to consume every inch of her and my mouth worked frantically over her skin, from feet to head, making a delicious meal of her body, nibbling every part of her and sucking her inside me. When we kissed, our tongues did all the talking, using the language of love, dancing with each other inside our hot wet mouths. Oh, and to plunge my engorged cock inside her beautiful pussy was heaven, as her velvety insides caressed and clenched my shaft. After several minutes of softly stroking her, my frenzied desire drove me to a near fury, and I found myself pounding her in a mad ecstasy of pleasure till I gave up the semen in my balls and my cock was vanquished, convulsing in spurts of defeat. During the subsequent pillow-talk, she still would not reveal anything about her past. I didn't press her and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

There followed a period where I got caught up in trying to ascertain where the funding was coming from to subsidize the hospital, as well as the origin of the of the types of treatment that I witnessed, and found out that all of it could be traced to a CIA mind control project. I'll admit it, I was scared. I avoided Katrina at work, thinking it best to distance myself from her. After a few weeks of that, I could see she was hurt, and one day she confronted me. Because I was still into her, and didn't like to see her in such distress for the wrong reasons, that is, thinking that I had rejected her, I broke down, reassuring her that I didn't regret starting something with her, but that I was preoccupied with other issues. I asked her for a second date at the same restaurant as before, and it was on that occasion that I told her all that I had found out. After that night, we wouldn't see each other for a while, as new developments forced us to separate.

One new development was a notice of termination. Apparently my nosing around had caught the attention of someone and they wanted me gone. The second development was the discovery of a patient's file: Katrina's file! This was the reason why she couldn't remember anything before working here - she had been the victim of mind control experiments. From what I could gather, Katrina was suffering from Dissociative Identify Disorder, what was once called Multiple Personalities. I thought it was only right that before I left the institute I should make a copy of the file and leave it in a sealed envelope on her desk.

The next few days were agonizing, as I waited for her to call me. Five days later she did. I bolted over to her place as she requested, but trying to explain her predicament to her was difficult, to say the least. I knew she needed time to digest what I had found out and my suggestions for treatment. Obviously she couldn't be left alone at this point, and we ended up once more at my apartment. And that's when the strangeness began.

I thought I heard a phone ringing in my sleep, a ringtone I didn't recognize. Then Katrina woke me up, except it wasn't Katrina. It was her body alright, but someone else was inside it. Someone named Anisa. She wanted to know about the treatment I proposed, and when I explained that I wanted to re-integrate all her alter-egos into one personality using hypnotherapy, this Anisa character seemed a bit upset, to the point where she mulled over whether she should kill me or not.

We both fell asleep warily, literally with one eye open, but it wasn't long before I was awoken again and I had some heavy sex with a woman I thought was Katrina, but I should have known by the way she behaved that this wasn't so. It wasn't the Anisa personality either. This woman was much more sexually aggressive and decadently uninhibited, begging me to fuck her harder, to take her from the rear and spank her while I was doing it. She drove me wild until I was a raging, snorting beast. When we were finished, she told me her name was Cherry. I couldn't take all this craziness. I wanted Katrina back. I remembered in the file that they had mentioned The Wizard of Oz as part of their programming, so I gave it a shot and said There's no place like home, and sure enough that was the trigger to call out Katrina.

Things were becoming clearer to me. But to Katrina, things were becoming fuzzier, and I had to explain things again. I told her that she was a Manchurian Candidate; that she had been hypnotized, tortured, and programmed by the CIA...that her mind had been fragmented into at least three personalities, maybe more. There was Katrina herself, the original 'host' personality. There was Cherry, a risk-taking, adventurous, carefree nymphomaniac. And there was Anisa, a programmed spy-assassin under the control of the security state, whether military or CIA I didn't know. The only hope was for us to find somewhere safe where I could hypnotize her, regress her into the past to find the source of her condition, and then reintegrate her into one whole human being.

Katrina was not the only nurse I became close to. After our first date, I ran into another nurse who was just as spooked out as I was about what was going on at the institute. Fearing for Katrina's welfare, I asked her to look out for her, and it was a damn good thing I did, because she observed that Katrina was now being treated as a patient scheduled for depatterning, that is to say, the emptying of her mind by drugs and electric shock, or brainwashing, if you choose to call it that.

Nurse Deborah Kravitz managed to smuggle Katrina out and took her to her place. It was a big risk, and I really appreciated Deborah's compassion in the matter. Debbie had only one hour off, so she had to get back to the hospital pronto. Unfortunately, while she was gone, something triggered out Cherry, who immediately began seducing Debbie's husband. When Debbie came back, she caught Cherry banging him. Despite the awkward moments that followed, Debbie gained an invaluable insight as to what had occurred - the tick tock sound of the grandfather clock in the corner was Cherry's trigger. And since I gave her Katrina's trigger, the line from the Wizard of Oz, Debbie used it at once to get Katrina back.

The three of us, Debbie, her husband, and myself, had conspired to bring Katrina to my friend's house, where I thought she would be safe. It was a rather complicated plot which involved an ad in the Pennysaver, and which I need not get into. In any case, we were both together in each other's arms almost immediately, and you can guess what happened next. I knew that the place we were in was not secure enough. The next step in my plan was to get her to my grandfather's house in Allenville, some fifty miles away. She took the train, but she never arrived. I waited two days for her, in vain. But then I got a phone call from Anisa.

She wouldn't tell me where she was, only that we should meet at a restaurant that I had suggested, around lunchtime. Shortly before I arrived, Anisa called again and told me to act like I had been stood up, which wasn't hard to do since that was what she intended to do to me anyway. She told me to order, eat, act annoyed at eating alone, and then leave and go in any direction I wanted. I had no idea what was on her mind. I exited the restaurant and walked left. She called me again, telling me to get lost within a shopping center, so I headed to the Maiden Avenue Mall.

The next thing I know she's grabbing my arm while I was strolling down an aisle in the Emporium Mart, the largest enterprise within the mall. She was acting desperate, leading me this way and that, tugging me along behind her as if I were an uncooperative child. She claimed we were being followed. I have to admit she was scaring me, and I found myself edging toward a state of denial. When she stole a car by holding the owner at gunpoint in the underground parking lot, her extreme behavior made me question whether this was reality or the manifestation of some delusion. And where did she get that gun?

Her actions after that did not exactly calm my nerves. We broke into a warehouse where she claimed we were to have a showdown with our pursuers. Lo and behold, she was right - an assault team descended upon us within hours, led by a mysterious General X! While I was shitting in my pants, Anisa, with a gun trained on General X from our hiding spot, managed to defuse the situation and the dark forces were made to leave. How she managed that is hard to believe, so I won't bother to go into details.

Needless to say, I was scared out of my wits and completely confused by this surreal situation. It was time to have a major rethink.



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Sunday, September 17, 2017

Is Love Enough by Taryn Steele

About the Book Title: Is Love Enough Author: Taryn Steele Genre: Contemporary Romance Hillary thought her marriage was bright and full of life but after a devastating miscarriage and a manipulative mother-in-law, the magic Hillary and Jameson once had is starting to crumble. Their eight year old daughter, Maryn, begs to have a Twitter account just so she can follow her favorite pop star Justin Bieber. After much consideration and debate Hillary sets up an account, but what Hillary never counted on was finding Derek. A man who seems to understand her better than her husband. Is Jameson's love enough to save his marriage once Derek is revealed? Or will it be too much and too late for Hillary? Author Bio By day, Taryn is a dedicated wife and mother who works full time. By night, she continues her wife and mother duties, while plugging away at the keyboard to bring her stories and characters to life. Taryn is an avid reader. If a story sucks her in she will stay up all hours of the night to finish it. Her favorite part of reading is when her rescue dog Ruby curls up with her. Taryn is a big sports fan. Being a New Englander all of her life her heart belongs to the Boston Red Sox. When it comes to hockey, she follows her husband’s family and supports the Montreal Canadiens.  If you have a love/hate relationship with coffee, wine or beer like Taryn she will instantly befriend you.


Time Will Reveal by Natasha Brooks (Blog series from the upcoming book: Love Is Just A State of Mind) part 3

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