Erotic Short Story: The Babysitter

TheBabysitterCoverWebA bored twenty-one year old girl goes on a free holiday with her parents to an idyllic tropical island in the Indian Ocean. She accepts a babysitting job from a wealthy couple in order to earn some money to party. The enchanting pair soon arouse her interests… and maybe much more. Feeling frustrated, she lets her curiosity get the better of her and uncovers a saucy secret about the glamorous older pair. What the inexperienced teen discovers leads to an experience that surprises and delights her.

The burning sun, screaming kids, and loud music were all conspiring against me. My thumping head had zero chance of recovering in these conditions. The pool was positively buzzing. Sweaty bodies displaying far more flesh than my queasy tummy cared to see were jammed together on sun loungers and towels, faithfully worshipping that ball of yellow light. Smaller bodies jumped and splashed in the water, probably pissing in there for all I knew. What was fun about this?

“Lemon in the coke for you Miss?”

And then there was José. Continue reading

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

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

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

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

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 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