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#ItAllComesDownToZombies: Part 1 Is Published!

June 28th, 2016 1 comment

Currently available on Kindle Unlimited. Free for all Kindle users until July 3!

Check it out! I did the damn thing!

After spending a horrific night holed up in her walk-in closet with her husband, Max, and their cat, Sylvester, Sarah finds herself ditched by the both of them in front of the rubble that once was their home. As if things couldn’t get any worse, a pickup truck comes rambling around the corner driven by none other than Sarah’s ex-husband, Jimmy.

With no home to speak of, and against her better judgment, Sarah takes Jimmy up on his offer of a ride. And just for fun, the zombies close in on them as they pull away. There’s definitely something unusual going on here, but who knows what? Follow Sarah and Jimmy on their hunt for Sarah’s husband and her family in what can only be described as a harrowing adventure. It all comes down to zombies in the end.

I’ve published the first edition in a series of short stories I’ve been working on called It All Comes Down To Zombies! And I’ve already sold one copy! (Thanks, Mom!)

I’m kinda freaking out because that’s what I do. I freak out about everything.

So check it out. I’d really love it if you’d review it. I’ll send you a free copy if you’re interested. Drop me an email (rayne @ insatiabledesire DOT com), leave a comment here, @ me on Twitter (@RayneMillaray), whatever. Thank you so much!

Not E.L. James’ Christian Grey

December 28th, 2015 Comments off

Marcus Johnson was rich. We’re talking private planes (yes, plural), a summer house in the Hamptons, and monthly trips to Saint-Tropez ‘just because’. He didn’t really have to work anymore. He’d long since reduced his salary for the companies he CEOed to just $1. Since then, his investments had consistently increased his savings by a minimum of 350 percent every year.

Marcus introduced himself to women as the “real life Christian Grey…without any of that abusive crap” at parties. He always got a chuckle out of it, and sometimes even got the girl’s number, but ultimately, it was his reputation as a gentleman dominant that got him in the door.

It’s no wonder Melissa thought it was a joke when she saw his name in her inbox.

“Dear Miss,” the email began. “My name is Isabelle Morin. I’m the private personal assistant of Mr. Marcus Johnson. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.

“To check my credentials, simply call his office and ask to speak to Mrs. Robinson. There is no Mrs. Robinson. It’s code to forward your call to Mr. Johnson’s private line immediately. Read more…

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His Wife’s Partner In Crime – Erotica

September 24th, 2013 Comments off
Princess Donna Dolore from

Princess Donna Dolore from Kink

She picked up the phone on the third ring. Her voice, smooth as caramel, tickled his eardrum. He’d pay this woman to just talk to him all night if she did that sort of thing. Alas, she did not. For her, it was a date, sex, and out the door. And even that cost a mint. But money wasn’t an issue, here. In fact, what he was about to ask her for was going to cost him a whole lot more. The thought made his dick hard.

“What do you want?”

Her question broke through his thoughts.

“Don’t keep me waiting, worm. Tell me what you want. I haven’t got all day.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed into the phone. “A little bit of your time is what I want.”

“Right then. Don’t you think I know that? Tell me what exactly you want, or I’ll hang up right now, and you won’t hear from me again until I feel like talking to you.”

Ah, there it was. An ultimatum from a demanding, powerful woman. He stroked his cock through his trousers, and imagined what she’d look like.  Read more…

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Wham Bam Buzz: A Tantus-themed Play Session

August 6th, 2013 1 comment

TantusThis is a little bit of fiction mixed in with something that actually happened. I don’t think the Tantus Buzz arrived the day M went to the track, and I don’t remember if we had a Tantus-themed play session when I tried Buzz for the first time. But we have had Tantus-themed sessions—it’s hard not to when you own as much Tantus as we do—and I’m sure we will again. So let’s call it “artistic license” and mark it fiction, shall we?

Her spirits deflated a little when she heard the car horn signalling his return from the track. She was glad he was home, but she was sat on the toilet rather than kneeling in the living room as she’d planned. The key hit the lock and the door flung open while she was washing her hands.

“Daddy’s home, kitties!” she exclaimed to the whole house, as if she didn’t know the cats were already attacking his legs with love.

“Hey! Did you not hear the mailman? You’ve got a box out here on the porch. My hands are full.”

She squealed with delight and ran to scoop up the package. She knew it was coming, but she only had a cursory knowledge of what was in the box. When the sender let her know it was in the mail, she requested that they not tell her what it was.  Read more…

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Fiction: The Battle

July 18th, 2013 Comments off

image by Melen (@Mindcryme)

Master’s decided that a good way to get me back into fiction is to pick a picture from one of our galleries, and tell me to write about it. This is our first attempt at this writing assignment.

I’d was tempted to cop out with this one and do a kink piece. But I’ve been saying for a while that I need to get out of my comfort zone, so here’s me trying to do that. Be gentle. It’s been a while.

Julia looked out over the battlefields, staring out into forever. She heard her mother calling her, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. All those bodies. All those faces. Where were they coming from? There hadn’t been a war here in over two hundred years, and yet here were thousands of twisted, blood covered faces crying out for help.

“Julia, what on Earth are you doing?”

“Huh?” Julia blinked at her mother and almost toppled backwards. She didn’t hear her walk up beside her.

She flicked her eyes back to the field. The massacre that she saw before was gone. Winked out of existence as if it never was. But something told Julia that what she saw was exactly as it was before.

“I was watching the battle. Did you see it?”

“I saw it. You’re going to have to be a little less open about what you see, child. Your father doesn’t like it. It makes him uncomfortable.”

Julia shook her head as if to clear it, then glared at her mom. “I’ll do no such thing. If he doesn’t like our gift, that’s his problem. I think it’s pretty cool. Are we leaving? I’d like to go lay in the grass down there.” Read more…

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Fiction: Jazz Meets Death Metal – They Meet

February 18th, 2011 Comments off

They met through mutual addiction somewhere along the glimmering summer asphalt. Her like jazz and blues meets Chicago and The Beatles. Him like death metal meets corporate America with caramel skin and a broad, easy smile. And they circled each other like dogs for months, before finally lunging for the throat. But summer romance hits you like the flash of a backdraft, and theirs was headed for disaster the moment they laid eyes on each other.

“Hey, pretty lady. Whatchoo doin’ ’round here?”

Was that a hint of New York he was hiding? And the gently dwindling fragrance of him dancing on the air reminded her of winter nights at Daddy’s house, when she’d sneak into the parlor and fall asleep between the mahogany armoire, and Marcie’s big potted palm where no one ever noticed her. And in the morning, after her bath, she’d inhale big gulping whiffs of the various tobacco flavors from the shoulders of her pajamas before tossing them in the laundry. Women were almost never in the room, so it was no surprise that she began to associate that smell with men.

“What’s it to you?” Read more…

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