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Conversion

 

            The doorbell rang. Goddess Marquesa sighed. Since injuring her foot, she had been largely housebound, and even common chores like answering the door posed a challenge. Whoever it was had better be on important business. With painful effort, she rose.

            Standing on the front step the Goddess found an attractive brunette. The visitor was tall, late 30’s or early 40’s, wearing a prim pastel lavender skirt suit. Clasped tightly to her breast, bound in black leather with gilt lettering across the cover, was the Holy Bible, held so that the title would be visible to whoever answered the door. Read more…

Enlightenment

            Swami Kamiprajna settled himself onto his devotional cushion, anticipating the arrival of his new disciple. She had been coming to hear his teachings for several weeks now, and she showed all the signs that she was ready. She followed his every word with rapt attention, and looked at him with wide, glistening eyes through the chanting service when his lecture was concluded.

            Last week, at the conclusion of his talk about “watering the flower of wisdom within,” she had worked up the courage to pose a question. “Is it possible,” she had asked breathlessly, seemingly overcome by awe, “for me…I mean for someone…to overcome sensual desire?” That was when he knew that he could summon her for a private “interview”. Read more…

Eye of the Beholder

To Be Opened By the LAPD Only in Case of My Demise

             She walked into my office like trouble on legs. I had seen her many times before, but never in person. Having her in the same room with me gave me a strange feeling…warm and harsh all at once, like the rush of a first shot of bourbon. She arrayed herself in my client chair like it was a throne, pointing her irresistible legs at me as if daring me to look away. Read more…

Once Upon A Time in A Perfect World

            Ted was distressed. What he had heard being discussed in the restaurant earlier that night had deeply troubled him. He turned on the TV to help take his mind off of his worried thoughts. The news was on.

            “…new statistics show,” Katie Couric was saying, “that since the founding of the Femarchy the gender wage gap has not only closed, but reversed. Before the revolution women earned 77 cents for every dollar earned by men. Now that figure looks considerably different, with women out-earning men in comparable employment by between five and ten percent…”

            Ted changed the channel to another news program. “And in political news today,” Candy Crowley’s voice announced over video of a room full of women dressed in suits, “Madam Leader Goddess Marquesa, founder of our Femarchy, met with Her cabinet today to discuss plans for reforming M.A.P.S., the Male Abuser Penal System. Debate was intense over whether inmates should be segregated between violent offenders and verbal harassers, as is currently the practice, or whether the common pathology among both groups required that they be rehabilitated together… Read more…

Come Prey

            Brad recognized the woman sitting down the bar from him. He was impressed. She was even sexier in person than she appeared on the internet. He had caught her glancing at him a few times, and decided to make his move.

             Brad gestured to the bartender. “Come here,” he summoned, pressing a twenty and a hand-written note into the bartender’s hand. “Buy the blond whatever she is drinking and give her this. Keep the change.” Read more…

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