18+ MATURE SEX STORIES: EXPLICIT TABOO EROTICA

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There's a special 'knotty' niche in the comics world, as in the real world, for S&M and bondage comics that feature long-legged, high-heeled mistresses who feel compelled to discipline anything from naughty schoolgirls to high-powered businessmen. These stories can be anything from the soft bondage of Saudelli to the violently sadistic scenes of Pichard... Stanton, Eneg and Willie (in his book 'The Adventures of Sweet Gwendoline') have brought this genre to artistic heights. GROSS: One of those stories in your collection, a story called "Dancing," is about a couple where it takes place at about the time of 9/11. And its about a married couple. The husband is in the hospital on 9/11 being treated for leukemia, getting kind of high-dose chemo. And without giving too much away here, when he's dying at the end of the story, like, she can't believe that there isn't an intervention left, you know? There's no more transfusions. There's nothing - this is going to be the end. There's nothing that can be done.

HEYMAN: I think that around 19, 20, 21, you don't know so much about what you're doing. I don't think that my guilt quotient was up very high. To me, it was exciting, thrilling, and I wanted it. And I honestly did not think too much about what the impact would be on his wife and his children. That change later - that is, when we became friends and the friendship went on a long time. HEYMAN: Yes and no. I think even after he died, I still thought there should have been an intervention. Princess Diana died three days after my husband died, my first husband. So that was '97. And it - they didn't save her. She died. And I remember having a thought, well, if Princess Diana can't be saved then maybe Shepard - maybe he couldn't be saved either. So I think that idea of an intervention, that possible intervention, it goes on, even after the person's dead. There should've been something. This can't be true. It's so contrary to what I wish that it just can't be true. And he was a physician, and why can't he take care of himself? You know, he should be able to avoid death. So it takes a long time to appreciate that someone has really died. And as a psychoanalyst, you're hearing people's secrets all the time. They're confiding in you the things they won't tell their best friend or their spouse or their lover or their child or their parent. So do you see those two things as being united in some way - your work as a fiction writer, in your work as a therapist just on the level that you try to get to of, like, truth?

‘Being Julia’

Oh, thank you honey!” she said catching her breath and swallowing a little, as if somebody else had done it and I relieved her! She kind of looked around for a minute and then gave me a funny look. “So, uh, what exactly was this all about?” She said as she pulled her hand and ankle bonds up simultaneously. “uh well… I just thought it would be fun to tie you up, and I wanted to test out this stuff from school in science class. It’s called chloroform. I didn’t use much.”

A week before graduation, I got a phone call from Aunt Doris. I hadn’t heard from her in a long time. She said she was coming up for a visit. Nobody else ever came to visit me at College. I braced for first-degree embarrassment.HEYMAN: Well, I wondered at some point whether I should've pushed him - I don't think it would've taken a huge push, but maybe it would've, I don't know - to leave his wife and marry me. I didn't want to do that. And I think that I got the best out of him. I mean, to know a man like that for 27 years, 29 years, whatever - a person of his cultivatedness - I mean, he saw so much everywhere he went - that's a real privilege. Unasked, Murray told Leda twice that he would never leave his wife. Her mother had died when she was 4 and Murray did not think she could survive another abandonment. Hey, my father died when I was 12, she thought to say - but didn't. She wasn't sure why. He also told her that in the 28 years since he'd met Sigrid, he'd never loved anyone as much as he loved Leda. I said “okay, I think I have a way to make that happen!” She wouldn’t suspect anything of me, I was always her best-behaved nephew as opposed to siblings and cousins who she’d get a little annoyed with sometimes. She always hugged and kissed me a lot. Of course, when I was 9 or 10 I was a more pudgy kid with longer combed blonde hair. Now I was a little taller and more wiry, I had a dirty blonde crew cut and I did a lot of pushups for a middle school kid. I was very interested in sports and fitness, but I was also pretty shy and kind of square. Maybe for this reason, my aunt would always tell me how she thought I was a handsome boy, probably to try to make me feel more confident. She was a very kind lady. GROSS: You remarried about 10 years later. There's one of the characters in your story who goes through this period in the story where she's comparing her second husband to her first. Is that something that you try not to do or is that something that one just naturally does whether you want to or not? When it’s cold and clear and dark enough to see the stars really shine, I put on the sweater she gave me, sit on the ground and look up. I feel warm though it’s night all over.[private]

Twenty years ago my mother in law was living with us. She was single and dating. She’s a good looking woman-for sure. When my wife was away on business (which happened a lot) we were having a few drinks at home one night when she asked me if she could show me what she was going to wear on her date that weekend. To put it in perspective- she had been out shopping the day before. When she turned around, Tallulah was greeted with the sight of a tall, strong ginger man standing before her. That pink button down shirt, his earrings, blue trousers and his shoes. Everything about him was so appealing to her."No I don't mind, have a seat stranger"She remarked, gesturing to the seat right across from."Appreciate it"He said, as he sat down. "Anyways, uh I'm Brádach" He said, extending his hand out."I'm the host of this party" Tallulah took his hand in hers and shook it."Pleased to meet your acquaintance Brádach, I'm Tallulah by the way"She replied, with a smile.HEYMAN: Old men - I think it is true that some writers - male writers - have written old women off. Their loss. You have a person in front of you that has a whole life. And to me that's very interesting. So yeah, there's a whole landscape of male writers who want women 30 years younger, but I don't think that's what the average man wants. He wants a companion, someone who knows things that he knows, who's lived through things he's lived through. So, I've lived in this house that I'm currently living in for about 15 years (since I was 8). Ever since I was 8 I've had the same neighbors. A nice man and a nice older lady. The husband moved out of the house last year to move closer to work (about 2 cities away) and she stayed at the house. They decided to rent the extra rooms out to some college girls. NOPE! - this baby was a mini skirt - showing a lovely degree of her creamy thighs...sitting just below her little while bikini **....which were on view several times that day...especially when tending to our son in his stroller! She could squat by his stroller in a very lady-like manner, and keep her knees together - but that skirt was so high....if you were at the right angle - her ** was easy to see up there....and well, it was a lot of fun to watch her. Hmmmph… mmm? MMMMPPHH!” She made more noise and wiggled around. Her eyes opened, and then her body completely tensed up and her head was lifted up. She was awake. She pulled hard against the bonds with great strength and was going to yell into her gag. She was trying to lift her head by pulling on her wrist bonds.

Those rubbers,” Aunt Doris told me, in her normal voice, like she didn’t care if anyone heard an older woman talking to a college kid about rubbers and recent sex, “were for you, not me. I just wanted to protect you, baby, from what I got. Too silly, but I want to keep you safe. What I got’s not even catching, but I didn’t like the idea. Now, I’m sorry. I wanted us to feel each other. I’d love making babies with you, Joe. I’d love nothing better. Honest.” From the moment when comic artists first learned how to handle a pencil, many have used their talent to draw sexually explicit scenes, within cultures all over the world. For some this was just a juvenile phase, others have developed this particular interest into a professional production, to entertain and satisfy an audience of millions of fans of the graphic arts. Yet, the hair thins out, underarm and pubic, as if the soil had changed to one that no longer supports that verdant shrubbery but instead nourishes an astonishing variety of wild mushrooms. Beautiful, if you have an eye. Once they were gone, Tallulah made her way to the bar and sat down."What will it be miss?" The bartender asked. "Just a virgin Margarita if you have it," She answered. Eventually, she got her drink. The only real restaurant in town didn’t have a big champagne selection, but we drank up what they had.I ended up running into a group of women celebrating a bachelorette party. The maid of honor was already married, but apparently she thought she had a free pass during their party weekend so she sat on my lap at a club and made out with me the entire night. We didn’t have sex, but with all her grinding, we came pretty damn close.” — Freddie, 22 I know your first husband died of leukemia. And if you don't mind my asking, was there that moment when you realized this is really the no There's more interventions. He would call me at least once a week, and he would read what he had written. And this time I had it in print. So when I came over to his house, I had some critical comments to make. And I made them. And he got quite angry. And he took the paper from me with my notes, and he ripped it up into pieces. I thought, OK. Then he called me the next day, and he said he'd taken the pieces, he'd gotten Scotch tape, he'd taped them all together, and he'd made some of those changes.