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  First story

  The curvaceous Claire has always had body issues. She never takes compliments seriously, never sees herself as beautiful and never looks for the next-big-romance of her life. Despite gaining a lot of male attention for having curves in all the right places Claire renders herself hideous. Her story isn’t about the next big romance of her life, but about that one man who makes her feel like her body isn’t disgusting. Together they explore every inch of her figure and he gives her the boost of confidence (and much more) she needs to go home with a smile on her face.

  Second story

  When a man washes up on an island ruled by women no-one knows what to do. Do they kill him? Do they let him go and risk being found by society? Their primitive ways have kept the peace but all that was about to change… One woman, a warrior of her people falls for the American stranger, she becomes enticed by his blonde hair and he is captivated by her beautiful, dark skin. Together they deceive the island and risk everything for a whirlwind romance that can endanger both their lives.

  Third story

  This is the diary of a beautiful, dark beauty who works in a diner. America isn’t quite ready for integration yet, every day she finds herself battling against racist truckers and dealing with pitiful stares from bored housewives who all have something to say behind her back. She lives above the diner; she eats in the diner, her only friends work at the diner. She has nothing…until she meets ‘him’. Read through her journal and discover the interracial romance that unfolds in a time when the land of the free wasn’t free.

  I didn’t know who he was or how he came to be here but one thing was for certain – he would have to face the wrath of her majesty. Queen Aztekia was not a forgiving woman; especially when it came to men setting foot on her soil. Why had he com e here? Did he not know of our laws? These questions couldn’t help but cross my mind but as I stood on the sandy beach of my peaceful homeland I looked to my fellow women and realized that it did not matter. This was a heaven for our women and men only brought destruction any time we let them ashore.

  “Seize him; he shall answer to the queen.” I gave the order to my dark-skinned sisters. All of the women of the Aztekki were gifted with the tanned skin from our never-ending sunlight. Nightfall had never fallen over our peaceful island and because of this our crops, our forests and our soil was the most fertile in the entire world – not that I’d ever left our island of course. Those were the rumours that ran through our villages though and I had no reason to ignore them. We were blessed women, blessed because we didn’t allow men to corrupt us.

  They grabbed the unconscious, blonde man who was eating the sand from the shore as the tide ran up and down his legs. How did he get here? Didn’t he know that being in the middle of the ocean was a lot safer? I almost felt sorry as they dragged him through the sand and dirt but our laws had to be upheld more than anything else – it was the reason we’d survived this long.

  That’s not to say all of us had no contact with men because once every ten years there was something we called ‘the mating’ in which one-hundred of our most… expendable women were selected to venture off into the world, mate and then return nine months later with their children if they were girls. We generated around fifty-odd new-borns doing this but some women never returned. They were told they were selected because they were special – the reality was that they had no skills we could use on the island. I wasn’t allowed to go stemming from ‘pure’ blood; my family was one of the founders of this land.

  The blonde man did not wake the entire journey to our queen – he was barely breathing. As we left the shore through the forest and to the centre of our small island where the town resided, all the women were staring out of their houses, all the girls were following behind us and poking sticks at the male. His light skin and blonde hair made him all the more suspicious and odd to our land – he stuck out more than anything else on the island. Some of these women had never seen a male in person or in pictures, no drawings, no recordings or anything else. We tried to keep primitive because we believed in hard labour but we were not blind to the sciences of the modern world away from our land – we just chose not to accept a lot of it as we felt it drives society into conflict and laziness.

  Our Queen resided in a humble yet mighty structure. It took everyone in the town to come together many years ago to form the temple – now it was more like a shared home that all the founders’ families lived in including myself. The Queen had the chambers in the far east, myself to the west, there was two others both to the south east and south west and the point directly south was the audience hall in which we were dragging this man to answer to our ruler.

  My sister’s threw the unconscious man to the floor, his body still dripping from the ocean and his clothes torn. We all looked to one another as he started to spit the sea-salt from his throat and roll over onto his back, his eyes were still shut but his body was starting to respond to whatever ordeal he’d been through.

  “We found this man washed ashore,” I spoke out to the Queen who was sat in her usual place – atop a throne surrounded by maidens that willingly served her. There was no such thing as work or slavery here, only those willing to contribute on their own terms.

  Queen Aztekia was calm and collective by nature, she ruled with an iron fist when it came down to matters of importance but always kept a smile lingering across her dark lips. I often thought she was the most troubled of us all because I’d never seen someone bare a smile as long as she did; the rest of us wore our worries openly.

  “A man?” She began walking down the steps from her seat and knelt just atop the head of the intruder, her face leaning over his own very closely as if she was listening to his breath.

  Suddenly the man twitched and in the blink of an eye he was behind the Queen, his hand on her throat and his back up straight, he backed up until he tripped on a step and Aztekia broke free, turning as fast as she could to lay a forceful slap to the man’s face and then running behind the leagues of warriors that flooded into the hall without a moment’s hesitation.

  I could barely keep up with what had just happened but now the man was stood in-front of the throne facing down into the hall with dozens of our finest warrior’s looking up to him with spears in hand.

  “Don’t kill him!” The Queen screamed the order above the sound of all the slurs our women were yelling at the startled man, as ordered the spears were lowered but the tension remained in the air as the startled blonde man scanned the room – probably planning an escape.

  “Where am I?!” This was why men weren’t allowed, attack first and ask questions later – it was these traits that we loathed on our island.

  “How dare you speak out to us after threatening our Queen!” I lost my temper, it was the first time I’d seen one properly and I already knew that all the horror stories of the male species must’ve been true. He was a savage, he had no place being here and I was going to make sure of it.

  “Calm down Azura!” The Queen had never raised her voice at me before, looking to her as she walked through the dozens of women and into the front lines facing the man everyone stood silently waiting for his next move and wondering what Aztekia was up to.

  The room fell silent, the Queen was stood in the centre and the blonde man stood shaking atop the steps, in-front of the throne. All the women gathered in rows of four behind me and I looked onto my Queen wondering what she was thinking. It was madness, I’d never been in a situation like this and within moments of him waking this man had turned our peaceful town into a mess. Most of the women behind me were ready to strike; they’d been hunting for years and knew how to nail a rabbit in the
midst of a dense forest never-mind a pale skinned man that stuck out against the dense, dark interior of our buildings. All she had to do was say the word and this would be over, why wasn’t she ordering us to finish him off?

  “Azura, please take our guest and show him to the chambers in the west of the building.” The west? Those were my chambers…

  Usually we were allowed to question the Queen with the good of the people in-mind as she seemed to always put others before herself but something told me that on this matter I couldn’t argue. I swallowed both my pride and fears of the thing in-front and took lead as all the other women were slowly dismissed from the hall.

  The quieter the room got the more the man seemed to relax, by the time it was only myself, the queen and two maids left he had taken it upon himself to sit in the throne – something I wanted to strike him down for but the Queen merely acted as if he was sat on a stool.

  “What’s your name?” She questioned him with her gentle smile as she knelt at his side, he flinched at every move she made so she seemed to try not to scare him by almost whispering into his ear, her soothing voice calming his trembling hands as they latched into the sides of the throne.

  “Kevin…” What kind of name was that? I’d never heard of such an odd name before.

  The conversation between the two of them went on for a while until Kevin had apologised for his behaviour and the Queen had offered him beverage. Now that she had made him feel comfortable he was willing to go with me to my chambers although I didn’t quite understand the purpose of this when we had plenty of room in the maid’s quarters. Still, I didn’t question my orders and now that his attitude had changed and those blue eyes of his had gone from a fire-filled rage to a clam settled state I was willing to learn more about this Kevin and his species in general.

  “Your Queen sure knows how to throw a punch.” He spoke out as we entered the long-line of rooms which made my home within the temple. I didn’t quite get what he was trying to say or ask me but I assumed it had something to do with our fighting ability and specifically directed towards the move that the Queen had used to escape his grasp.

  “We are all trained in combat from a young age, including the Queen. You have to learn how to fight to protect this place from men.” He made an odd, laughing noise as if I’d said something funny as I threw my rags onto the bed; leaving only my fur bra and fur shorts on – things I’d made myself from successful hunts.

  “And what’s so bad about men?” His question was stupid, how could he not know of his own kind? Did I need to educate the man on his species or was he just trying to trick me?

  As I turned to face him I noticed a change in his attitude, suddenly he looked onto my body with a different expression running across his face. His eyes widened and lowered from matching my own, dark eyes. His mouth form a smile as his body began to tense, I knew what these signs were of and I had absolutely zero interest in preforming a mating ritual with this fiend.

  “No.” I reminded him of the abilities we possessed and matched the red mark on the right side of his face with a blow to the left, possibly even more forceful than that of our Queen.

  I must’ve smacked the man too hard seeing as he fell back onto the ground, he was out cold within seconds – men were so fragile.

  He spent the entire day and night curled up on the ground whispering to himself about whatever it was that he left behind. I didn’t know how he came to be here or why but our laws clearly stated that men weren’t allowed to live after seeing this place as they would go back and lead others here to take over. We knew how they worked, their first for power and dominance outweighed that of sense or reason. Still, there was something odd about Kevin – or at least something wrong with me. I found myself covering him with fur blankets and a smile breaching my face as he turned to thank me in a half-dazed state. Idiot.

  The man… Kevin, began working for us the next day. He never mentioned why or how he came here but the Queen trusted him so the island kept quiet about his distinct differences, not just him being male but his paleness as-well. Only those who had left had seen his skin tone before but for the rest of us we found it odd; it just made him stand out all the more.

  “Please, tell me there’s a reason for this. We’re going against years of tradition.” I found myself mid-argument with the Queen before I knew it. I was shouting, screaming and raging about her decision, not that I wanted the man to be brutally murdered after realizing he was of no harm so long as he was under watch but I wanted answers as to why he was here in the first place or at least why the Queen didn’t question him further.

  “There is Azura, there’s a reason for everything – don’t you know that yet?” I was silenced by my superior as she kept that calm and collective smile painted on but her eyes glistened with a scheme.

  “You saw the way he was. He could’ve ripped my throat out before anyone of you could save me. There’s no need for bloodshed. We’ll kill him when the time is right and before then he might be of use.” Of use? I didn’t get what she meant, how could this man be of any use to us.

  “I’ve always wanted a child you see…”

  It would seem the Queen had her own scheme planned however something inside of me was telling me that this wasn’t right. Sure, he had no place on our island but to lead the man into a false sense of security and abuse his sexuality before killing him – wasn’t that the reason we fled from men years ago? Wasn’t that what this island was meant to protect us from? So how can she stand there with a smile running across her face as she plans to abuse this male for his manhood then dispose of him?

  “Don’t look so shocked; your mother had you against the orders of other founders didn’t she?” I’d never thought about it like that…Still, to groom the man and then kill him under a veil of darkness as he sleeps or something to that effect – it was a little monstrous of us.

  Our conversation weighed on my mind more and more as time passed. Kevin had become somewhat useful, a part of our community in a way despite being different. He never raised his voice, never questioned and was happy to be allowed to live here in peace. I found myself questioning our islands isolated state, I found myself questioning a Queen in which I had obeyed blindly for years now.

  Kevin became more and more relaxed; he became reliable, dependable and loyal to our people. He worked on the farms, he hunted, he fished, and he did anything and everything we asked for over a month. The whole time Aztekia was plotting when to make her move, visiting him at all hours when she thought I was asleep, whispering things into his ear and stroking his blonde locks. I didn’t know why but I found myself growing to question everything about her – I found myself jealous of her. I’d never felt this way before.

  “So another day of farming eh?” Kevin woke in his usual perky attitude; the man had made the most of his situation and shared that same odd happiness Aztekia did, one that was probably hiding a great sadness.

  I knew that his time was coming to an end; Aztekia wasn’t going to keep her game up for much longer and the moment I left the two of them alone she was going to make her move. I needed to keep Kevin away, just for a little while so that I could figure out what it is I was feeling and why I wanted to protect him so much.

  “Kevin, I need you to skip out on farming and do a trip around the island, come straight back here and don’t let anyone see you.” It was an order, I had the perfect plan to get all of this settled without anyone knowing.

  Oddly enough the man agreed without hesitation – I guess that’s what trust was. It showed just how mistaken he was and how easily the Queen had deceived him into lowering his guard; it was as if the man that woke up here a month ago with his strong and quick reflexes had gone and now all that remained was his dog waiting for orders.

  If ever someone went missing on this island it was routine to search clockwise, if Kevin did a lap around the place then he would be back in the temple about twenty-thirty minutes before whoever is sent for him searches here. They would be
on high alert knowing that the only male of the island and one the Queen seemed to regard so highly was missing so chances are they’d never even think of looking in the most obvious places however if he didn’t show up right away here would be the first place they would check – hence the trip around the island. It was tricky but since he was willing to do it then I knew it wouldn’t be too difficult to pull off.

  And so I waited for Kevin to return and sure enough the entire island was in panic the moment a maid came to ask why Kevin wasn’t on the fields. I told her that he’d left at first sunlight and then word spread faster than a bolt of lightning. Aztekia was in and out, she sent off the usual, clockwise search team as they headed east around the island Kevin came back in from the west, climbing through a window as I barricaded the room by pushing the bed in-front of the doors – not that it would hold if anyone came looking.

  “As far as everyone is concerned you escaped and went home – understand?” I wanted to help him, I didn’t know why but I wanted to see Kevin go off and return to wherever it is he came rather than be murdered by the queen after a sexual encounter, I would not tolerate a black-widow amongst our people.

  Kevin nodded, he didn’t seem to want to ask questions and he didn’t want answers either. Instead he did something odd, something I never thought I’d experience. Kevin placed his lips on my own, ran his pale fingers through my thick, dark hair and pressed his body up against mine. I didn’t know what to do, how to breathe, how to stand, everything became a mess and the noise of a hunt outside didn’t help my head either. This was what the Queen wanted so badly? Why would she ever want to get rid of this feeling?

  Without even thinking my hands were all over him, my entire body was longing for his touch and I felt myself shake with a nervousness I’d never had even when facing off against the king of lions deep in our forests. This was why men were to be feared – this was why people were afraid. They had more strength in them than I thought possible.