My Favorite Short Stories of 2017 – February

The retrospective continues. Yesterday, I shared with you my favorite short stories of January 2017. It’s time to move on to February. Follow along, will you?

The first piece is the following:


Take me. Enthrall my mind, seduce my words, brand my soul.
Take me. Break me down, build me up, make me whole.
Take me. The devotion seeds are fully grown.
Take me. I need to give in, kneel by your throne.
Take me. Freedom is the greatest of chores.
Take me. I surrender. I’m yours.

Why I like it:

Written on February 4th, Plea is pretty much a poem, one I could probably “salvage” and share again as part of the Hypnotic Poetry series I’ll be posting throughout the year. I could, but I’m not going to. The romantic in me can’t help but feel drawn to the desperate tone of it all. This is a piece about total capitulation, total deliverance to the will of another. I think it’s pretty powerful stuff and perhaps you’ll agree with me. This was a no-brainer from the start and I suspect it will always be so.

The second piece is the following:


“Honey, did you really have to hypnotize Lance, today?”
“Why not?”
“It’s his birthday, Liv!”
“Which is why I gave your brother a present, Ron.”
“You made him believe he’s a talking cake!”
“Who wants to blow my candle?” Lance shouted.
Liv laughed. Ron buried his head in shame. His aunts licked their lips.

Why I like it:

Written on February 12th, Blow is another slice of humor (see what I did there?) that’s also as kinky as it gets. I like it precisely because of that. Just imagining this situation makes me laugh though I wouldn’t want to be in Lance’s shoes. This is a party he’s sure to remember (or not, who really knows) for a very long time.

The third (and last) piece is the following:


Yekaterina adjusted the frequency, controlled the volume. turned electric signals into sounds and words, amplified by an overactive imagination. Andrei felt the vibrations, reverberations, unyielding conflagrations, twitched, and exploded in a cascade of bubbling bliss.
“No hands, like I promised,” she purred. “Your turn.”
His tongue was no theremin, but the symphony was the same.

Why I like it:

Written on February 20th, Symphony is about music and sexual delight. I love music, I really do. After writing, it’s the thing I enjoy most when it comes to creative affairs. I don’t really know how to play an instrument (I just improvise some stuff every now and then on my electronic keyboard), but I listen to music every single day and write many of my ideas with it playing on the background. I think this piece is sexy and seeing the theremin is the main instrument used for the soundtrack of Alfred Hitchcock’s Spellbound, it deserves a place on this list.

What about you? Do you have any favorites you would like to share with me? Use this link as a reminder of all I’ve produced in February 2017 and let me know your thoughts in the comments. No observation will go unanswered. Looking forward to hearing from you.

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Middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for themes of Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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