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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 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 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 →