INTRODUCTION
Once again, I have had the immense pleasure of editing a marvelous anthology of erotica. It has been a great experience to be able to showcase the talents of so many others. As with Caramel Flava, I decided that it was important to cross the color lines of love and romance and do a collection full of vibrant Asian characters and a kaleidoscope of other races.
Nationality is one of the few things in life we cannot choose, like gender. That is why racism itself is such a foolish thing. Passion, sensuality, and love are truly universal, and life is too short to spend it worrying about things we cannot change. I loved the submissions for Honey Flava because it opened me up to another culture. Now I plan to do some traveling, both to the Orient and Latin America. The world is a big place, a huge melting pot of expression.
I hope that you will enjoy this collection of erotica as much as you have enjoyed all the rest. While all of this, editing anthologies, has been a fun experience, I am a novel writer and that is what I plan to go back to.
I appreciate and love all of the contributors and hope that your being showcased in these national bestsellers has helped your careers. Thanks for sharing your talents with me, and the world.
Most of all, thanks for the love and support shown by my loyal readers. Without you, I could not exist. Over the years, we have bonded through emails, book signings, and letters. I look forward to the next ten years.
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Peace and many blessings,
Zane
Honey Flava
The Meaning of Zhuren
JEAN YOUNG
WHEN DIRK ASKED JEAN how to say master in Chinese the first time they dated, she answered pleasantly, “Zhuren.” Little did she know what zhuren would mean to her in the coming days.
Dirk was a tall, handsome, thirty-year-old man. His charm and alluring appeal captured Jean’s heart from the moment they met. Soon, their romance heated up and became physical within a couple of dates. Three weeks after they met, Jean asked curiously about the ropes Dirk always carried with him in a black duffel bag. “Are they for rock climbing?”
“No, they are not for climbing. They are…” He looked at Jean with a teasing smile. “For fucking.”
“Oh!” Jean was stunned and intrigued. She remembered seeing pictures of women being tied up and how such images turned her on. “Perhaps,” she said, blushing, “we could try it one day.”
“Why wait? Let’s do it now.”
Jean stared at him for a brief moment bef
ore she nodded. Her face lit up with excitement while her heart pounded anxiously.
“Good. I’m pleased you’d like to try. Remember,” he spoke as he took out the ropes, “don’t say no. It doesn’t mean anything. If you want me to stop, say a safe word.” He looked around the bedroom and pointed to the Chinese painting. “Say peacock if you want me to stop the whole thing. And say…” He looked up again. “Crane, if you want me to skip whatever I am doing. Crane is the caution word and peacock is the safe word. Got it?”
Jean nodded nervously.
“Don’t worry.” As if he heard her unspoken words, he assured her, “It seems you are going to be helpless and out of control. But you are in control, with the caution word and safe word. Just don’t expect me to stop when you say no. I won’t. Oh, call me zhuren when you address me, each and every time. If not, you will be punished. Understand?”
Jean was surprised he remembered the Chinese word for “master.”
Bang. He spanked her hip with his right hand. “What did I tell you? Address me as zhuren every time I talk to you. Understand?”
Jean was shocked. Even though it wasn’t too painful, it did hurt. “Yes,” she said hurriedly, “yes, zhuren.”
“Good. Be a good doll.” He took out a black blindfold from his bag. When he looked up, he saw Jean was watching him with wild eyes. “Another thing,” he whispered as he put the blindfold over her eyes. “Don’t look at me directly. I am your master. Lower your head when you talk to me. Never look at your master in his eyes, unless he asks you to. Understand?”
“Yes, zhuren.”
“Good doll. Remember, before I release you, you are my doll and I am your master. Now, take off your clothes. Slowly.”
Obediently, Jean followed his instruction. Soon, she stood naked in front of him.
“Now, wiggle your body. In a sexy way. Like a call girl.”
She wanted to protest, but knew better not to. Reluctantly, she wiggled her body.
“Good.” Dirk sounded pleased. He grabbed her breasts and twisted her nipples in his hands. Jean wiggled more, out of pain.
“Yes, good girl. I like the way you twist your body. You…” he whispered, “you turn me on.” He pinched her nipples a little harder. Hearing her whimper and watching her struggle, he smiled and said, “It’s time to reward my good doll.” With these words, he let go of her breasts, scooped her up off her feet, and threw her onto the bed nearby.
Jean cried out. But before she could make another sound, a ball with small holes was stuck into her mouth.