The Blue Dragon (eBook, ePUB) von David Vernon

Trent was shorter than she had envisaged but he was fit looking with sun-bleached hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was in bare feet and wearing a short white robe. He made some small talk - did she have any trouble finding the place, was she having a good day? That sort of thing. Then it was down to business. - From "M'deira M'dear?" by Stephen Knox Bold as day, she strips off in front of me. Her nipples are overly large and dark against her pale skin. From the corner of my eye, I can tell she's proud of them. There's a vinyl squeak as she climbs onto the cushioned table and stretches out o...

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Trent was shorter than she had envisaged but he was fit looking with sun-bleached hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was in bare feet and wearing a short white robe. He made some small talk - did she have any trouble finding the place, was she having a good day? That sort of thing. Then it was down to business. - From "M'deira M'dear?" by Stephen Knox Bold as day, she strips off in front of me. Her nipples are overly large and dark against her pale skin. From the corner of my eye, I can tell she's proud of them. There's a vinyl squeak as she climbs onto the cushioned table and stretches out on her belly, and as I watch her breasts flatten on the plastic surface, I draw the curtain between her and the rest of the studio. Then stuff gets moved around my table to make it sound like shit's getting done, when really all I'm doing is looking at the rise of her bare arse and the dimples at the small of her back. She can tell I'm stalling. - From "The Blue Dragon" by Ned Stephenson Our lips pressed together. It was a slow lingering kiss, a kiss that filled me with happiness. I put my arms around him and kissed back. We kissed and kissed, all the time he gently stroked my back. Our kisses became more urgent, our mouths ravenous, devouring each other's neck, earlobes, and chest. My towel slipped away, as his hands moved from my back to my breasts, gently stroking them. My nipples tingled in anticipation. He lowered his mouth gently, massaging one nipple, then the other with his tongue and lips. He drew me closer. - From "Hitching Hearts" by Irene Sheehan This is the sixth delightful anthology of short erotic tales that we have published since 2010. In these pages you will visit a French chateau, go camping with the lads, attend an interview for an 'interesting' job and get a new tattoo - among many other lusty adventures. Anything is possible when the hormones get going. The judges - Abra Pressler, Clare McHugh, Jamie Todling and David Vernon, had the pleasure of reading over ninety entries to create this selection of twenty-one winning and highly commended tales for your enjoyment. In light of the #MeToo movement, as well as being decent human beings, we were keen to showcase stories in which consent was explicit and the joy of sexual activity was apparent for all participants. We are sure you will have a fun and sexy read.

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