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Double Life, Single Need

Elizabeth was a woman who took what she wanted and didn’t worry about anyone else’s feelings or opinions. A high-powered editor for a major publishing company, she was strong, confident, and well respected, if not a little feared.

Her job was glamorous, as were the perks—a company car and driver, a corner office and a personal assistant, a wardrobe budget, and a major bonus whenever one of her authors made the Times bestseller list. Rumor had it she could make or break a career with a single phone call or e-mail. But while she was known as an incredibly successful woman that was respected and admired, Elizabeth led a double life. At night she acted in ways that would shock her high society friends.

Antianeiera

Amazons. The feared race of women who prey upon men. We had all heard stories of their prowess, their ferocity. And their cruelty. ...

And yet we are fascinated. The Antianeira are unashamed of their nakedness, for in their eyes, we are lower than insects. Their bodies are lean, etched in the markings of their tribe. Their breasts are full, their skin olive in tone. Their hair is dark; although the tallest women among them are possessed of fair tresses....

A guttural sound emanates from her throat, feral in its tone and intention. The she-warrior moves herself farther down my body, pulling her breast from my hesitant touch. The curtain of her hair obscures her face. A moment later, her mouth envelops me, and I am lost.

Full Moon Ritual

Once the fire burned brightly, Estelle knew it was time. Clouds had covered the light from the moon. She stepped toward the fire. The black, silk cloak slid from her shoulders and fell silently to the ground. She briefly dug her fingers into her ribcage before progressing to her chest. As she squeezed her breasts, her breath got shorter. She pinched her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. She let out a deep moan. Lightly she continued to stroke across her nipples. Then her hands slid up to her neck.