An Erotic ABC Part One: A to F
Six erotic tales of contemporary fiction and fantasy. An unfaithful lover, an adventurous half-fae temptress, a physicist with overflowing bra cups, a spot of alfresco fellatio and a very intimate birthday present. This collection of short stories is roughly 10,000 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen. More
The first six tales from Neneh Gordon's erotic ABC.
Adultery - she's been dreaming about Joe for months, but they both have partners. Then she finds out he's single again. Will a chance encounter lead to something carnal?
Blind-Date - Syresia's half-fae and sick of mortal men. Her blind-date with a doctor gets off to a bad start, but then he has a little drink and shows her his impulsive side. Will they get caught in the men's toilets?
Cougar - Virginal computer geek Jeff meets a busty physicist with a shocking use for a particle accelerator. She takes his cherry and gives him something amazing in return.
Delicious - She's on another trip to the pizza parlour to ogle her latest crush, but this time he's got something tastier for her to wrap her lips around.
Elegance - Denice has an aversion to vibrators that her girlfriend just doesn't share. Will a sleek and elegant birthday present do anything to change her mind?
Fire - On this special night, a burning pyre and a fiery groom await her. When they come together in the heart of the flames, will it be the end or a hot beginning?
Contains explicit sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, FF, MF, sex toys.
This collection of short stories is roughly 10,000 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
He stood there in the middle of the kitchen, looking at me. I felt my cheeks grow warm. His eyelids were heavy, his lips slightly parted. “Why did you come back with me?” His voice was low and thick.
“Why did you invite me?” I looked right back at him. It was time to get what I’d come for.
He came forward haltingly, giving me time to have second thoughts. I should go home to Steve. Try to make things better. But it was too late.
He stood inches in front of me. All I could think was how his aftershave didn’t smell musky like Steve’s. He looked at me. I mean really looked. Like he was storing every detail away for future reference. Instead of making me self-conscious, it bewitched me. This was Joe looking me over, and he liked what he saw.
When he cradled my face in his hands, I held my breath. He brought my lips to his and kissed me the way I’d wanted him to since Christmas. He tasted of coffee and cigarettes. Steve never tasted of anything.
What started gently ended with him puffing air through his nose and filling my mouth with his tongue. He kissed the breath out of my lungs and I fought to keep up with him.
That was the problem with tired old relationships - you never got to kiss like that anymore. I would have been happy to carry on that way, draping my arms around his neck and kissing like I did when I was seventeen, but Joe had other ideas. Reaching under my jogging top, he undid my bra and pulled everything off my top half.