The Beautiful Neo-Nazi Girl (erotic flash fiction)

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How did I end up here?  I went to the march to protest, to condemn. These people are garbage. They want me dead. They want my family dead.

And yet here I am, with my head between pale, tattooed thighs, attached by the force of sheer lust to the body of a psychopath.

If she finds out I lied about my ethnicity I’m a dead man. I have no doubt this woman is capable of killing. The swastika flag hanging over her bed tells me all I need to know about her morals. The framed photo of a burning cross on the bedside cabinet just serves to remove any doubt.

“Go deeper,” she drawls in her gum-chewing Tennessee accent. And so I extend my tongue farther into the pink, vinegary flesh of her white pussy. All white pussies taste of vinegar. The juice they seep is sharply sour, with an echoing saltwater aftertaste. But it pulls you back, this taste. You want to leave. But you can’t. They are in charge. And they hold the tanks, the armies, the police, the power.

This sour cunt is the pinnacle of human evolution, or such is the opinion of the most powerful portion of humankind. And I am befouling it, surely, with my mongrel tongue. I should rightly be honoured to touch this semi-literate meth-head, this pristine specimen of Old America.

But she would cheer the murder of your whole family! This is madness!

Be quiet, conscience!

How can you do this?

I DON’T KNOW! Alright? I could ask these questions with my intellect well enough. Why does the thought of this woman smiling over my corpse excite me so?

I don’t know.

Why do I wish to lick the soles of her feet?

I don’t know.

Why do I wish to worship and consume her foulest excretions?

Because… because she is of a race of Gods. This flabby, tattooed divinity stands astride the world, whip and noose in hand. And to submit to her delirium is a hundredfold sweeter than to oppose it.

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The Torture of the Octoroon: A Tale of Sex & Slavery
Synopsis: Abigail and Susannah are half-sisters. Abigail is white. Susannah is not, being the result of their father’s extra-marital relations with a mixed-race slave at his tobacco plantation in Florida. When their father dies, Abigail inherits not only the estate, but her sister along with it. Their relationship soon changes out of all recognition as Abigail finds a dark part of her own nature that delights in the cruel treatment of her childhood rival.
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Conquerors: Israeli Girls Having Fun
Synopsis: Hannah and Eden are old friends – and blossoming lovers. While the two are training to join the Israeli security forces, Hannah, a ruthless sadist, manages to persuade her weak-willed sweetheart into an act of extreme perversion.
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The Cherokee’s Nearly-White Slave
Synopsis: 1851. USA. Juliet is a blonde twenty-three year old farm slave in Appalachia. Only one thirty-second black by blood – nearly white by law – she hopes to have an illicit child (who will be legally white and thus free) with her owner, Jack. But that dream is soon shattered when Jack, under great financial strain, sells her to a sadistic Cherokee master with plans to use her for breeding.
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Mormon Kisses Taste Like Spearmint (erotic flash fiction)

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Have you ever kissed a Latter Day Saint? A girl or a boy? I have. And I find they taste very pleasant indeed.

Mormon girls – and I only have experience to report (at this moment) with believers of the fairer kind – taste rather like spearmint; clean, sweet and sharp. It’s their innocence, I think. They are perfect people. And that’s all Mormonism is – a club for the perfect, or for those seeking to become so.

Their teeth are polished and squeak as you run your heathen tongue along their porcelain surface. Their breath has never been coarsened with coffee and caffeine, tobacco and amphetamine. They owe no-one debts.

They are everything I dream of being, when I’m hungover, or in withdrawal, or in trouble. From these dingy places, manicured lawns, manicured vaginas, look divine.

And what about Mormon arses? Well, here one can only go so far with language. These arses, such as the one from which I suck at this moment are by far the most delicious on Earth. Megan, my Mormon, is giggling, and wiggling her hips as I suck. My tongue is tickling playfully up and down the rough, ridged inner edges of her cheeks, plotting its slow advance into the slippery smoothness beyond, and then, finally, the warm, damp centre of the target.

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Purchase (and please review) my books:
The Torture of the Octoroon: A Tale of Sex & Slavery
Synopsis: Abigail and Susannah are half-sisters. Abigail is white. Susannah is not, being the result of their father’s extra-marital relations with a mixed-race slave at his tobacco plantation in Florida. When their father dies, Abigail inherits not only the estate, but her sister along with it. Their relationship soon changes out of all recognition as Abigail finds a dark part of her own nature that delights in the cruel treatment of her childhood rival.
Kindle & paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075CK7LB9
Conquerors: Israeli Girls Having Fun
Synopsis: Hannah and Eden are old friends – and blossoming lovers. While the two are training to join the Israeli security forces, Hannah, a ruthless sadist, manages to persuade her weak-willed sweetheart into an act of extreme perversion.
Kindle : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07736XNYP
Paperback : https://www.amazon.co.uk/Conquerors-Israeli-Girls-Having-Fun/dp/1979313881
The Cherokee’s Nearly-White Slave
Synopsis: 1851. USA. Juliet is a blonde twenty-three year old farm slave in Appalachia. Only one thirty-second black by blood – nearly white by law – she hopes to have an illicit child (who will be legally white and thus free) with her owner, Jack. But that dream is soon shattered when Jack, under great financial strain, sells her to a sadistic Cherokee master with plans to use her for breeding.
Kindle & paperback : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077SNXHW1

Cleanliness of Blood (erotic flash fiction)

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Maria was the first gentile I ever dated. She was only the second person I had ever dated. Perhaps what happened can be partly blamed on inexperience.

When I first encountered her, Maria, a Cantabrian Spaniard, was still glowing and dripping with the undried dew of youth and newness, moral perfection, intellectual innocence. A handsome brunette of 20, with a long and sultry face, and a chiselled, sharp chin, she charmed me without trying, without even having to try.

Her strangeness, as it soon revealed itself, took me altogether by surprise. It appeared out of nowhere, so to speak; out of a clear blue sky.

True, she had always seemed a little too interested in my Jewish heritage, asking boring and somewhat off-the-wall questions about it. But I put this down to nervousness on her part. She was just thinking of something, anything to say.

That her feelings proved not to be so benign is a needless understatement. I cannot recall exactly the number of times she delighted herself in humiliating me – racially, culturally, theologically. I can only recall that she did so, again and again and again.

I stuck with her only out of weakness. The weakness all men have for beautiful women. We can forgive them anything. Everything they do can be sexualised, made erotic. And I did enjoy things I should not have enjoyed.

One of Maria’s favourite routines was to have me kneel before her on the floor. She would position a plate of Cantabrian chorizo at her feet and commanded me thus in Spanish, “Prove your allegiance to the Christ, Jew! Prove your blood is clean!”

I would then be expected to eat the chorizo without using my hands, rather like a dog. And she would giggle.

She explained after the first time she had me do this that her ancestors used to do this to Muslim and Jewish converts during the inquisition. Since pork is unclean to both Judaism and Islam, the unfortunates suspected of dual theological loyalty would be so commanded to outrage their renounced gods in a public place.

She stroked me on the cheek after that first time, her intense brown eyes burrowing into mine.

“I will protect you, You are my special Jew.”

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Purchase (and please review) my novels:

The Torture of the Octoroon: A Tale of Sex & Slavery

Synopsis: Abigail and Susannah are half-sisters. Abigail is white. Susannah is not, being the result of their father’s extra-marital relations with a mixed-race slave at his tobacco plantation in Florida. When their father dies, Abigail inherits not only the estate, but her sister along with it. Their relationship soon changes out of all recognition as Abigail finds a dark part of her own nature that delights in the cruel treatment of her childhood rival.

Kindle & paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075CK7LB9

Conquerors: Israeli Girls Having Fun

Synopsis: Hannah and Eden are old friends – and blossoming lovers. While the two are training to join the Israeli security forces, Hannah, a ruthless sadist, manages to persuade her weak-willed sweetheart into an act of extreme perversion.
Kindle : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07736XNYP
Paperback : https://www.amazon.co.uk/Conquerors-Israeli-Girls-Having-Fun/dp/1979313881

The Cherokee’s Nearly-White Slave

Synopsis: 1851. USA. Juliet is a blonde twenty-three year old farm slave in Appalachia. Only one thirty-second black by blood – nearly white by law – she hopes to have an illicit child (who will be legally white and thus free) with her owner, Jack. But that dream is soon shattered when Jack, under great financial strain, sells her to a sadistic Cherokee master with plans to use her for breeding.
Kindle & paperback : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077SNXHW1

Pomelo: Catalonian Flu (erotic flash fiction)

 

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I first met Maria in the supermarket as I browsed the fruit isle looking for white pomelos. At that moment she was standing above me on the flat apex of a short ladder, re-arranging things on the uppermost shelf.

I could see only her backside in detail from this position. Nice. Small. Two plump oranges wrapped in black fabric. They wobbled a little as she worked.

And then, after a minutes or so, she looked down over her shoulder, preparing to descend the ladder. But before my presence beneath her could register in her mind, Maria, my beloved, sneezed violently, sending a spray of salty gunge from her nose into my open mouth.

This woman’s face was shocking to my eyes. So pale for Spain. (I have since learnt that she is Catalonian.) Her black hair was tied back in a tight bundle, scraping her eyes higher than they would otherwise have been. It was a look I liked as soon as I saw it.

“Lo siento!” she said breathlessly, bringing her hands up in front of her face just a few seconds too late. “I’m sorry! Lo siento!”

But the fluid was in my mouth. And as I savoured it, the salty, gooey fruit of Catalonia; and as she noticed that I was savouring it, she transformed her face to present a Catalonian smile.

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The Torture of the Octoroon: A Tale of Sex & Slaveryhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B075CK7LB9

Conquerors: Israeli Girls Having Fun
Synopsis: Hannah and Eden are old friends – and blossoming lovers. While the two are training to join the Israeli security forces, Hannah, a ruthless sadist, manages to persuade her weak-willed sweetheart into an act of extreme perversion.

Kindle : https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07736XNYP
Paperback : https://www.amazon.co.uk/Conquerors-Israeli-Girls-Having-Fun/dp/1979313881

The Cherokee’s Nearly-White Slave

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The Beautiful Girl with a Cough (erotic flash fiction)

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My girlfriend Meredith is beautiful. It’s a banal observation. But I’ve made it. Here’s another. Today, she is ill. We are lying together in bed, perhaps the hundredth time we have done so. Our relationship is anything but new.

But Meredith has just said something to me which I found quite revolting. She has been coughing phlegmatically for hours, spitting out the issue each time into a coffee mug on the floor by the bed. I did not – and do not – judge her for this. We all fall ill.

But just moments ago, Meredith lifted the mug to my eye level and tipped it so I could view the thick, patchily golden mess at the bottom of it. She then smiled and said, sweetly, with her usual feminine grace, “Look at that. Look at it.”

I frowned, revolted.

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” she said.

“I’ve already told you a million times,” I remarked.

“Is this beautiful,” she asked, gesturing with her eyes to her drying lung honey.

This was a bizarre question. For an answer, to produce anything resembling one, I had to think not with my mind but with my lust.

“Yes,” I said.

Satisfied, she laid the cup back down on the floor by the bed.

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Professor Porn Logic (erotic flash fiction)

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Julia Wainwright was a professor of German literature, unique within her faculty for her youth and youthful attitudes. Most of her colleagues were grey-haired in body and soul alike, oppressed and made unpleasant by tediously conservative opinions and worldviews dulled by a longing for the past and all its boredom. Julia, by pleasant contrast, was a vivacious and sexual soul, lively in conversation and flirtatious by force of habit.

All her students loved her, but none more-so than Stephen Berkeley, a shy and awkward orange-haired misfit, deprived by his undisputed charmlessness of friends and a fulfilling social life. Being a kindly and sympathetic woman, Prof. Wainwright took a special interest in Berkeley and often inflated his grades to improve his self-esteem, a gesture Berkeley was smart enough to be aware of.

One day, after a lecture on Goethe’s Young Werther, Berkeley waited until the other students had dispersed and approached Wainwright’s desk.

“Stephen,” she smiled warmly. “How are you doing?”

“I just wanted to say…” he stuttered.

“What?”

“I-I-I just wanted to say thank you. I know you’ve been very kind with my grades. I’ve been fucking up. And you’ve been very nice. I just wanted to say thank you.”

“I have been nice,” she agreed, nodding, and then she stood up from behind the desk. “So?”

“So what?”

She laughed. “You’re a student, Stephen! You know how porn logic works. I do something for you. You do something for me. Go and close the door. Come back. Pull down my jeans. And then suck my dirty asshole until I tell you to stop.”

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The Bathing Quarters (erotic flash fiction)

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I am required by my mistress to clean her bathing quarters at this time every week. This is the first time this has happened.

As I mop the floor, my mistress, with her long black mane of hair still dry around her shoulders, lies naked in the bath, one of her thick and pale legs draped gracelessly over the edge. She is eating a leg of chicken. She has yet to take her eyes off me. I have asked her if it would be better if I return at a later time. But she has disagreed. And her word is all that counts. A Negro’s counts for nothing.

She just won’t take her eyes off me. I wish that she would. My heart is accelerating. The stripes and wounds on my back are still fresh and painful. There is grease from the leg of chicken all over her white fingers. Bits of liquid fat are dripping into the water.

She just won’t take her eyes off me.

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You can support my writing by buying my erotic novel: “The Torture of the Octoroon: A Tale of Sex & Slavery” – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075CK7LB9 – or you can confuse / scare your friends by sharing my work on social media.