Short Stories

Short erotic stories

The Night I Was Mel Torme

“I wish I were a man.” I stood in front of Stan’s full-length mirror, on the mezzanine that doubled as his boudoir, holding a Marie Antoinette dress to my chest. “Men get to wear loose stuff, comfortable shoes. The worst they have to suffer with is a tie.” I was booked to do a Halloween…

Succession

Hirogato pulled the double doors closed gently and turned towards the waiting group. All men, all in suits, they stood stiffly and formally around the quietly decorated anteroom. None of them had ever really known her. None understood her the way that he had. One – one had been the cause of her demise and…

The Spy Who Loved His Wife

James de Walden settled comfortably into the oxblood leather wingchair and crossed his gangly legs. He gave the other man what he hoped was a helpful, expectant look. It had been so long since he’d actually come to a ‘meet’ himself, he’d decided not to pass it on to a junior officer just to assure…

Mister Charles & the Gold Digger

So he was seventy… so fucking what? It’s not like he was a broken down, unable to move, seventy; he took long, easy strides that forced her to skip to keep up with him. He didn’t smell like he was seventy; he always smelled like he had just shaved with sandalwood soap and its scent…

The Winter Kimono

By the time Margot reached the Ryokan, it was snowing. The lobby was a bubbling riot of Japanese in the process of checking out. She strode past them down the corridor to her room. “Mrs. Stevens!” a little voice squeaked behind her. One of the female staff came sweeping down the hallway. She was carrying…

Questions & Answers

“My head hurts,” whined Aryeh miserably, tugging his carefully ringletted side locks straight and furrowing his pale brow. Gold candlelight turned his clear, bright face into metallic planes and shadows.

The Night Shift

“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck, that feels good! Mmm. Faster, baby, faster. Like that… oh yes… oh yes…OH YEAH!!!” click 08:48 “Hit me.” Emma, sitting opposite me cross-legged on the carpet, slid another card across the empty space between us. I picked it up and looked at it in dismay. “Emma, you bitch! Were you choosing…

Personal Jesus

(Based on the song of the same name, recorded by Depeche Mode, Marilyn Manson and Johnny Cash) “Um-m, hello?” “Hello.” The voice on the other end of the line was rich and gravelly, like a man who’d been woken from a deep sleep. Faith was so nervous she almost chickened out and hung up. She…