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Erotic Short Story: The Game

thegamecoverwebAfter ten years of marriage, she’s found a way to reignite her passion and spice up her sex life – by playing The Game. Every Friday night she leaves her identity as mother and wife at home with the babysitter and prowls the night city, bringing her fantasies to life. From a lone guy in a car at a drive in movie, to a motorcyslist in leathers, she follows the pangs of lust and chooses her prey, then seduces them, before returning home to her husband. With her newly piqued instatiable sex drive, he certainly has no complaints. On this particular night, she enters a hotel bar, waiting to see who her lover for the night might be. When a pilot arrives, she knows she’s in for a wild night.

I step out into the cool evening and take a deep breath of crisp autumn air, wrapping my faux fur coat tighter around me. Closing the front door behind me, and with it my children, safely curled up on the sofa watching a film with a big bowl of popcorn and their favourite babysitter, a smile spreads across my face.
I feel myself transitioning from mummy to wild woman, the domesticity of my week blowing away in the gentle breeze. I don’t look back as I walk down the four concrete steps and along the path, my heels click-clacking in time with the swaying of my hips. A black cat slinks across the path, disappearing into the shadows, ready for a night of roaming, prowling, running free. Feeling a sense of kinship with the feline creature so driven by her senses and desires, my smile widens.
Closing the iron gate behind me, I look around for a moment and take in the night, feeling myself coming alive with the magic in the air. A violet twilight renders everything silhouettes, from the row of tall townhouses in our street, to the pavement-planted trees, proudly standing sentinel every few metres along the wide road. It’s silent in these suburbs, and we pay a princely sum for the privilege of being buffered from the bustling noises of the city at night, but right now it’s what I crave. I can hear her calling to me – the city – I can hear the purr and roar of the traffic, the shouts and laughter. I can feel the rush, the anonymity her vibrant cloak offers. It draws me towards her with a longing I can only set free once a week, when I play my game. Continue reading →

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Erotic Short Story: The Professor

theprofessorcoverwebThe professor is bored, frustrated, and disappointed by the lacklustre attitude of her students, particularly cocky but fit failing student and rugby star Craig. This super intelligent and hard nosed lady doesn’t suffer fools gladly, as both her aspiring suitors and Craig are about to find out. Will her upcoming blind date finally prove to be The One and inject some much needed excitement into her life? Or maybe she will have to create her own excitement during some private ‘tutoring’ sessions with Craig…

Poor, passable, dreadful, ok-ish, decent, dire, mediocre.
That was the repetitive pattern of my marking. I sighed heavily; annoyed at the sub-standard level of work I was subjected to reading. Mostly C’s, a few D’s and a very rare B. This particular class was getting tiring, there wasn’t a single shining student in this group, and they were meant to be third year undergraduate Physics students for God’s sake. Continue reading →

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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 Crush

thecrushcoverwebBritish girl Sophie has moved the USA for a gap year adventure, and finds herself working as mother’s help for a young couple. The problem is, she’s developed a massive crush on the husband Tom, and can’t stop fantasising about him. In fact, she’s obsessed, her crush alighting an inquenchable lust inside her. Knowing she would never do anything to break up a marriage, Sophie turns her attention to local boy Danny, who’s shown some interest in her. But when she finds out that maybe everything isn’t as it seems in her employers’ marriage, she may be in with a chance with Tom after all. Horny Sophie finally makes her fantasies come true one night during a wild thunderstorm – but who does she lose her innocence to? Tom or Danny?

I’d fallen into the job by accident, and I’d fallen in love with the wrong man not long after. Sighing, I stirred my tea mindlessly and watched him through the window as he raked leaves in the back yard. Earlier, I’d offered to help, but he’d insisted I relax, since it was Saturday and my day off. He was nice like that.
It’s not like Tom was movie star good looking or anything. In fact, if you looked at his individual features, you probably wouldn’t rate him as much above average. Medium height and build, brown eyes, eyebrows a little too bushy, a slightly crooked nose that I guess had been broken when he was younger, a small chip in his front tooth, and sandy hair that wasn’t quite straight and had a tendency to stick up at the back. But adding all those elements together, for me, produced an intoxicating overall result. A face that I daydreamed about way too much. For the first time in my life, I had a serious crush. Continue reading →

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Sexy Short Story: The Jacuzzi

TheJacuzziCoverWebWhen a group of friends get together for a luxury holiday to celebrate their successes five years after graduating from Univeristy, memories of a previus holiday they took together are soon sparked, a holiday when they were younger and wilder, a holiday during which things got hot and horny one night in the Jacuzzi…

Buzzing with anticipation, I finished unpacking my suitcase, the air conditioning finally cooling down my skin after a hot and sweaty car ride from the airport. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, smiling at the sound of exotic birds outside the balcony doors of my suite. It would be the first time I’d seen some of the old gang for more than just a quick post-work drink for a whole long five years, since we’d all graduated from the London City University. After three years of partying, studying, laughing, and crying together, we’d grown as close as siblings, best friends, and even spouses in many ways, and had all been sad to lose the connections our time in the shared house had forged. I couldn’t help but wonder how the five years between then and now might have changed us all, and the dynamic between us. 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 Delivery Guy

TheDeliveryGuyCoverWebWhen the delivery guy at her new office turns his attentions to newly divorced single mother Darcy, she brushes it off as flattery, but the encounter awakens something deep inside her. A desire, a lust, a growing need for intimacy, for passion, for release. Her friend tells her it’s time to ‘get back on the horse’, so what if Darcy was to follow the delivery guy outside to his van, and act on those desires?

I never would have thought that that Wednesday morning – so boring and ordinary on the surface – would change everything for me, but when I look back, that’s where it all started really. That’s when my bad girl was unleashed.

“It’s nearly time ladies, check your lippy, he’ll be here soon,” yelled Sophie across the office. I smiled but didn’t reply. As the new girl, I didn’t want to assume myself included in the office shenanigans – and rather hoped I wouldn’t be dragged into them. Apparently the mounting excitement was due to the imminent regular Wednesday visit from the delivery guy, some kind of Adonis by all accounts, who apparently caused women to fall over themselves with lust and start acting like hormone powered boy crazy teenage girls! I kid you not – it was all I’d heard about all morning, I felt as if I was in an out-dated sexist soda advert or something. My plan was to keep my head down, get my work done so I could pay the bills, and then go home to the remnants of my life. But that didn’t stop me grinning at the squeals of the two other ladies in the office – and then grinning even wider as I caught sight of Andrew, the only man who worked in our shared space, rolling his eyes. 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 Mature Student

TheMatureStudentCoverWebA few years older than the other students, mature student Karen feels decidedly out of place and dowdy amongst her younger, more glamourous, classmates. Until one night at the student bar when Elliot, ten years her junior, starts paying her special attention, making her feel desirable and atttractive again, and awakening a rampant long suppressed lust within her. Throwing caution to the wind, she goes back to him room for a night of passion. Things get even hotter when they find his roommate home and eager to join in.

I took a sip of my gin and tonic and smiled, trying to feel comfortable among the younger crowd in the student bar. It was loud. Loud and dark and eclectic. Full of people branching out in the world for the first time, exploring themselves and their new-found independence, experimenting with different aspects of their personality, trying to make an impact on those around them, vying to be seen, to be heard, to have fun, and live it up. And then there was me, desperately trying to get through this course as inconspicuously as possible.

“Right, shots for everyone!” a deep voice announced, placing a tray of shot glasses on the scarred table in front of me. Even the furniture in this room was a ramshackle collection, as if collected from various times and places, seeming to reflect perfectly the diverse looks of those who used it.

A cheer went up from Sarah and Izzy sitting across from me, their flushed faces and loud voices suggesting that maybe they’d had more than enough to drink already. They had, after all, been supping pints of beer for the past three hours, since we’d received the results for our assignment, and it wasn’t even 6pm yet. Continue reading →

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Erotic Short Story: The Cave

TheCaveCoverWebA bored twenty-one year old girl is on holiday with her parents, and goes on a coach trip to the caves to enjoy some independence. When she notices a young couple sneaking off the tourist path for some sexy fun, she follows them, and enjoys far more than just independence.

Nine o’clock in the morning is most definitely not a time of day I want to greet when I only crawled into bed a poxy five hours earlier. When I’d signed up to go on an excursion to the caves on the other side of the island, prompted by my mother, it had actually seemed like quite a good idea. That had been in the pleasant, alcohol induced good cheer of the evening before. Waking up to my mum’s insistent knocking on my hotel room door however, with yet another pounding headache and a mouth as dry as sandpaper, despite downing two pints of water before bed in a last minute attempt at damage limitation, it seemed like the worst idea in the world. Continue reading →

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Erotic Short Story: Seducing the Boiler Man

I knew I had to have him to moment I answered the door to his knock and he stood there, all stubble and scruff, all manly man.

“I’ve come to service your boiler love,” he said, a line straight out of a porn film. I might have been immune to his rugged charms had I not just spent the morning writing my latest romantic tale of sex and seduction. But my characters were so real to me, the situations I created so vivid in my imagination, the physical effect was as intense as if I was right there. In fact, I couldn’t finish a story without having to satisfy myself, since i didn’t have a husband or boyfriend to take care of my desire. I always made myself wait though, until after my characters had been satisfied too – so my own desire, my own desperate melting need, would translate into the story I was writing.

That’s exactly where I’d been when he’d knocked on the door – coming to the climax of the scene, moist and sticky between the legs, aching to be touched. I’d been five minutes away from fetching my faithful friend to bring me to my own climax as I re-read the scene – as was my routine upon finishing every new sexy tale. So then I found myself staring at this beautiful man, my heart racing, my body crying out to be touched, wondering if he’d been sent as some kind of divine intervention to see to my every need.
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