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Erotic Short Story: The Spell

thespellcover-webEden is so desperate to win the affection of Dan from work, who she’s been lusting after and fantasising about for months, that she’s willing to try almost anything – even a mystical spell given to her by a mysterious woman in a fancy dress store. Though skeptical, she follows the instructions and mutters the spell. Will it work? Will Dan becomes smitten with her as promised, and make all her fantasies a reality?

I’d like to say that I felt the magic that was brewing that night, that some part of me sensed the inexplicable mystical events that were to follow, the events that would lead me right into the delicious manifestation of my most sensual fantasies. I’d like to say that, but I’d be lying. On the night it all began I felt nothing more out of the ordinary than a desperate sense of hope that Terry’s suggestion had sparked in me. Continue reading →

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Erotic Short Story: The Party

ThePartyCoverWebDarcy hasn’t had sex for over two years and she’s getting desperate – fantasising all the time, constantly horny. Her friend insists that a one night stand will calm down her rampant lust and convinces her to go to a party – a party well known for its sexual hookups, games, and antics. The questions is, will Darcy be brave enough to partake and scratch the itch that’s been driving her wild?

It had been over two years since I’d had sex with a man and even then it had been pretty mundane and lackluster sex, for at least the previous ten years. No sparks had flown between my ex husband and I for a long time, so you could say I was pretty lacking in the physical satisfaction department. Why it had suddenly become so urgent and, err, desperate, I don’t know. My needs were rising to the surface. So surely if I ensured those needs were met, then all this crazy lust would calm down? I realised, however, that to ensure my need were properly satisfied, I needed to hook up with a real live man. No battery-operated device was going to quell the thirst I’d been experiencing. Continue reading →

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Erotic Short Story: The Sea

TheSeaCoverWebA young woman on holiday explores a local town, and finds herself on a remote beach, with only two dishy builders for company. Realising she’s run out of water, they help her out, and then suggest she joins them for a swim in the ocean to cool off. Problem is, she doesn’t have a swimming costume – though she is rather hot and bothered, so maybe it doesn’t matter…

I sat down in the grass and retrieved my water bottle from my tote bag, dismayed to realise the bottle was nearly empty. I guzzled it down anyway because the walk through the village and up the hill had left me completely parched. I knew in this heat it would be stupid to have no water to hand. Part of me was eager to go down to the beach and take some shots, to paddle in the sea and feel the crystal clear waters washing over my feet, but I had horrible visions of myself passing out from heat stroke or dehydration or something which would certainly not be a good outcome for my first forage into the life of an independent adult. I needed a shop. But I didn’t want to walk all the way back into the village centre, and wondered if there was a closer one. Plus, it was a great excuse to talk to the builders and check them out a bit closer up. They were back at work when I turned and walked towards them, lifting stones and hoisting them into a large skip. I saw them both glancing at me as I came closer, and realised the hoisting was partly for my benefit, to demonstrate their strength and power. I was suitably impressed.
They were both bloody gorgeous. One was about six foot tall, the other even taller. The taller one had darker skin and thick wavy black hair, and the other one had bronze skin and chestnut hair, cropped close in a military style. They did both look to be in their late twenties like I’d guessed, and they were definitely both hotties. Continue reading →

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Erotic Short Story: The Winter Retreat

thewinterretreatcoverwebEscaping from the craziness of the city after a breakup, the last things she expects is to find romance, but when she becomes lost in the countryside of the North, she takes refuge from the snow in a cozy pub where she (literally) bumps into a local guy. He seems like the perfect guy, and when he kisses her in the snow, she knows she can’t leave it there…

It should have been a journey filled with anticipation and excitement, finally I was taking the retreat that I’d dreamed of for years, a whole week to myself in a winter wonderland of the Peak District with only my muse and my imagination to keep me company. Paradise.
Well, that was the dream, anyway. The reality was unfolding a little differently. Instead of driving along with a grin on my face, marvelling at the beautiful countryside and singing at the top of my voice like a scene out of a cheesy chick flick, I was seething with anger and cursing everyone and everything under the sun, from my best friend Jenny who’d clearly suggested the most ludicrous place possible for my perfect week away, to my Sat Nav which apparently had gone on strike as soon as we ventured more than 20 miles from London, because an hour after I was scheduled to arrive at my little cabin in the hills, I was still driving aimlessly along ridiculously narrow and windy roads, my car low on petrol, my stomach growling with hunger, utterly and hopelessly lost. Continue reading →

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Erotic Short Story: The Beach

TheBeachCoverWebA young woman escapes to an exotic island resort in an attempt to forget her cheating ex, and finds herself enthralled by a mysterious stranger on the beach. Her imagination runs wild with visions of lustful escapades. Will her fantasies become reality?

I was in a delicious state of bliss. The sun, high in the mid-day sky, blasted my bikini-clad body full force. I was hot, sticky, and wonderfully suspended from reality. Squinting up at the sky, all I could see was an endless dome of deep azure. Closing my eyes against the glare of the sun, I sighed with contentment. My ears were filled with the sound of the gentle lapping of the ocean waves, a quiet beat of reggae music drifting from somewhere nearby, and the occasional squeals of children playing at the shore. I trailed a hand in the sand at my side, the fine hot grains slipping through my fingers like silk. I felt as if I was floating, all the stresses and strains of real life a distant memory here on this idyllic island in the Indian Ocean. Even Justin seemed a million miles away, and a gazillion years ago. Dana had been right, this holiday was doing me the world of good. Continue reading →