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For those who like their erotica fast and frenzied, the genre’s most popular raconteur offers you 69: Sultry Short Erotic Stories of Need and Desire. In this delightfully dirty collection, Alison Tyler has gathered the crème de la crème of erotic fiction authors to pen sixty-nine brief romps–among them, Violet Blue, Donna George Storey, Thomas S. Roche, John Albert, Kristina Lloyd, Justine Elyot and Jeremy Edwards. Each story—from a woman whose boyfriend has a proclivity for old-fashioned lingerie to a British paparazzi who gets too close to his target, to a distracted writer who needs some special motivation to stay on deadline—will leave you dizzy with satisfaction.

69

Sultry Short Erotic Stories

of Need and Desire

Edited by Alison Tyler

Foreword by Violet Blue

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By Violet Blue

Sixty-nine ingredients make this collection a powerful cocktail that slides over the tongue like sugar on fire.

These skilled eroticists choose words like intoxicants. The flavors elicit what I can only describe as an instant hard-on.

Now we girls know what this is like.

How fast will you become aroused? Dizzyingly fast. In the time you can count to sixty-nine. The time it took to read these sixty-nine words.

Introduction

Are you pervy like me? Come on. You can confess. We’re all friends here. Have you ever pondered the goings-on at your neighbor’s house? What are they doing behind those lacy curtains? Why are those drums beating so late into the night? Now is your chance to find out—because these 69 sultry stories are designed to give you a peek into the lives of those around you. These are the people you know: your friends, your acquaintances, your coworkers, even your boss. You pass them every day on the street, at work, when you do your errands.

No, you won’t find out where they went to college, or learn the name of their second cousin, or elicit whether their favorite color is citrine or turquoise. But you might discover what turns them on, what makes them wet, what makes them hard. And you might also discover that you share an overlap or two, at least where fetishes are concerned.

Short-shorts are a specific genre of sex story. These mini-escapades are pure slivers of life, solitary snips of celluloid, single cuts off a vinyl album. These are the stories you overhear on the subway between stop A and stop B, the bits of conversation you’re privy to while riding on the elevator, the whispered secrets you catch while surreptitiously leaning forward during happy hour at your local bar.

I’ve been fascinated, mesmerized, addicted to shorts for decades now. My own first naive attempts at fiction were abbreviated scenarios I penned for my girlfriends—situations starring their crushes, fan-fiction-type fantasies that took place on solitary sheets of binder paper. That’s about 250 words in my jagged-edged cursive.

Why do I place short-shorts on such a pedestal? Simple. The authors must pull out all the stops. There is no fat. No cheating. No padding in the bras.

This is the genre I can’t get over. I’m an addict, plain and simple. This is the sixth anthology of ultra-short fiction I’ve edited (my first was way back in the ice age of the early ‘90s), and 69 presented its own unique challenges. First, I needed 69 stories to equal 100,000 words. Now, nobody ever said I was brilliant at math, so I had to give my 30+ writers extremely specific guidelines. Sure, I could have collected 69 1449.92-word stories, but where’s the fun in that? (Besides, you try to find me .92 of a word. I dare ya.) I wanted to show a range from 100 words to 2,000 (which is the maximum count in this collection). Trust me, 2,000 words is not a lot of space to tell a tale. In a 500-word story, every sentence matters. In a 100-word piece there are no extraneous images. Every solitary beat carries weight. I look at the 100-word flashers as a type of amuse-bouche, designed to titillate and stimulate and whet your appetite for the next mouthwatering course.

Next, I wanted to be sure to hit the themes that thrill me—including BDSM, spanking, oral, anal, voyeurism, exhibitionism.… Hopefully, you’ll find your favorites within these pages. And maybe you’ll even discover something new or two to try.

Are you ready to put your ear to the crack, to press your eye to the keyhole?

I know I am.

XXX,

Alison

Contents

The Kitchen Kink

Hare Coursing

Pulse

Speed Mating

Permission

Star Fucker

Redi-Wash

Selections from a Bedroom Closet

Dress Rehearsal

Good Cop, Bad Cop (A Story)

Come at Six

Plus One

I Dare You

Two Ways

Manners

Another Country Heard From

Frosted Kisses

Summoned

His

Talk to the Hand

Three Days

Reclamation

Open

Frozen

The Welcome Wagon

Hot Cross Buns

Granny Panties

Touchless

Cast Party

Fall Back

Love, Honor and Obey

Permissive

Hot in the City

Add it Up

Crossed

The Funeral

Floating in Blue

Suite Surprise

Shoulders

Saturday

Based on a True Story

The Barest Offering

Hers

Translation

Dessert

Skill

Attic Moment

Satisfied Customers

Closing Distance

Friends in Need

Homecoming

The Long Afternoon

Naked Lunch

Just a Kiss Away

Goes

Waking the Neighbors

Ours

Mathematics

Laplanders

Slave Market in Monochrome (A Fantasy)

In the Cold with You

Listen

Come at Nine

The Eskimo Game

Reflection

Permitted

Never Alone

Every Dollar

A is for Anal, Z is for Zenith

How Early?

About the Authors

About the Editor

Copyright

The Kitchen Kink

By Alison Tyler

“This is too hard!”

“That’s what she said.”

“I am the she, James.”

“Then I must be the ‘too hard.’”

I play punched him. “I need the perfect story to kick-start my anthology, and I can’t concentrate.”

“Ah, poor baby. Are you all wet from perusing those naughty little tales?” He bent and kissed the back of my neck. “What exactly are you reading about?”

“Spanking, ball gags, whips, chains, strangers, ménages…”

“All in the same story?”

“No, not all in the same story.”

“Well, maybe that’s your problem.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Everything but the kitchen sink…”

“You mean ‘the kitchen kink.”’

“You’re not an editor,” I sighed dramatically. “You have no idea what it’s like.”

“Try me.”

I handed over a story. James began to read. “Oh, look. She’s going to get a spanking. Again. He just spanked her two seconds ago. Give the poor girl’s bare bottom a rest. She’s not going to be able to sit down for a week as it is.”

“I like that one.”

He riffled through the papers on my desk, then grabbed one and began to skim. “She’s about to blow him. But she just met him. Why would she get on her knees and open her mouth like that? She doesn’t even know his name.”