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

Erotic Short Story: The Waiter

TheWaiterCoverWebA bored twenty-one year old girl is on holiday with her parents, and finds herself fantasizing about the dishy waiter serving them dinner in the hotel restaurant. Flirting is fun… but what happens when her parents leave her all alone with him?

It was the third night of my holiday and I was enduring another dinner with my parents. Actually, I should probably give them a bit of a break and stop complaining about them so much; they might treat me like I’m twelve, but at least they care. Some people have it far worse.

I was feeling in pretty high spirits and ready to party. The parents seemed to be in a good mood too, and were even treating me to a meal in the hotel’s posh restaurant tonight, instead of the cheap canteen. I’m not sure what I’d done to deserve this. Maybe the sun was doing us all some good.

“Jenny and Phil were so pleased with your services last night. Phil seems quite taken with you dear,” I almost choked on my water on hearing my mum’s words.

“Huh?” I managed, wide eyed. For a second the image of Jenny peeling her dress over her head as I climbed off of her husband’s cock flashed into my mind. A dream, I reminded myself, it was just a dream. Continue reading