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Turning the Tables


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You know how the saying goes: turnabout is fair play. That means it's time for boyfriend to bend over. These four stories all feature women who might not wear the pants in the relationship, but who do take a turn wearing the cock. Whether it's the woman taking a turn receiving a blow job or otherwise taking charge in the bedroom, once you slide on a strap-on, power dynamics change. And that's just what these tales examine, with all the steamy consequences.

Zara's husband David, one of the twin heads of a premier biotech company, may not quite be what he seems. His violent history, long suppressed with a neural implant, is re-emerging in strange ways, and he—or his twin brother—may be Double Dealing with their identities. It will take cleverness, courage, and the services of a world class hacker to untangle the web of deception around the brothers Gemini. Then, is it happily ever after for William and Jenny... and her husband, Alex? Will knows he's loved, but he's still the third wheel in a married couple's household. It's up to Jenny and Alex to prove to him that his place in their hearts has the Permanency he desires.

Shammara might be the princess of a magical kingdom, but her royal duty to submit to her chosen suitor is a distasteful one, literally. So she does what any girl will do when her father, the king, is murdered and her future kingdom is overrun by her uncle's evil minions: she flees into the mountains with the aid of a loyal and besotted guardsman to become queen of a tribe of Amazons, turning the Phallusy of male magical superiority right on its head as she fights to reclaim her crow. Obviously. Finally, Captain James Wilmington survives the wreck of his ship and the loss of most of his crew, only to find himself rescued—and imprisoned—aboard a pirate corsair. Held at the mercy of the lady pirate Faisal, whose allure and charms ensnare him, Captain Wilmington soon finds himself transitioning from a captive hostage to Your Most Humble and Obedient Servant.

The tolling of the great bell, signaling someone at the door of the Obsidian Tower, roused the Technomancer from her studies. She stretched and looked at the spine-shaped hour candles, seeing where runnels of red wax had dripped down the white vertebrae that marked the time.

She smiled, a look much too warm for the angular and austere face of the icy sorceress. Not bothering to change from her sleeveless black work-dress, she stepped out of the window and floated to the courtyard with a thought.

A wild-looking man, swathed in the black and violet clothing of a desert raider stood in her courtyard, his scimitar and rifle gleaming silver even in the fog. She walked right up to him and let him take her in his arms for a kiss.

He intended it for a peck. But she wrapped herself around him, cloaking them both in her long black hair as she devoured his mouth. Gemini gripped her, kissing with a wild passion she had only suspected lay beneath the surface. She saw glimpses from time to time, but mostly he controlled it with an iron will.

"Hello, darling," she said and kissed her husband again.

"Mistress," he greeted her, "are you ready to go home? Ariel is waiting dinner on us."

"Mmm," she stole a third kiss, lingering this time. Gemini was a handsome man, strong featured with a mouth made for kissing. "Wouldn't do to keep our beloved brother waiting now, would it?"

The flagstone courtyard, the enormous tower, even the maelstrom of lightening and wind that surrounded the tower, vanished as they made the translation out of cyberspace and back into the real.

Zara Broine stretched and stood up. She fluffed her own chin-length bob, unhooked the IV line and catheter and got dressed. The Technomancer might wear black, and make it look good, but Zara preferred shades of green. They set off her eyes and made her skin glow. She choose one done in the Technomancer's style, with no sleeves, to show off her pale arms, and a deep neckline to accentuate her throat. Tonight, taking dinner with her husband and his identical twin brother, she wanted to look stunning. It must be nearly time to eat if David had popped into the net to alert her.

She unlocked the door of her office and stepped out, only to be seized by the same raider as in the Net, this one wearing a designer suit and silk tie, who kissed her within an inch of her life. She gasped for air, so surprised she had forgotten to breathe through the kiss.

"Hello, sister," Ariel greeted her. The squeeze he gave her was most unfraternal. Both of the ben Ezra twins had courted her, alternating, to determine whose she should be. She'd slept with them both, singly and together, and still enjoyed them both ways.

-- from "Double Dealing" by Angelia Sparrow

5 - Bobbi at Bending The Bookshelf
"Kathleen Tudor has pulled together four very different authors, with four very different stories in the Turning the Tables anthology. I would have altered the order of stories slightly - Double Dealing is a difficult story to kick things off - but I can't find fault with any of them. Sexy and erotic, this is a wonderful collection that's as well-written as it is kinky. Any one of the stories would be worth the price of admission but, together, they make Turning the Tables a total delight."

4 - T.C. Mills
"I’m a Storm Moon Press author reviewing this story in exchange for a free copy. If I hadn’t been able to take advantage of SMP’s author reviews policy, I’d likely have bought this book anyway, because the subject matter is very much of interest to me–as both a reader and writer of slash and femdom, and a lover of gender-role f*ckery. Turning the Tables did give me plenty of play with role-reversal, femdom, and even a bit of implied M/M with the menage and crossdressing elements. "


Turning the Tables


50,000 words
114 pages

Release Date

Book Type



Heterosexual, Bisexual



Cover Art

Lou Harper


M/F, M/M/F, bisexual, pegging, science fiction, fantasy, historical, polyamory


Angelia Sparrow
Devin Wood
Julian Griffith
V.K. Foxe