Short Stories

Short erotic stories

Held, tightly.

“You’re like a widow.” “Don’t be so dramatic.” “I’m not. That’s exactly what you’re like. Not a Catholic one, though – the Catholic ones are insatiable.” “Why do I think you’re speaking from great experience?” I joked. “Look, I’ve never given you a reason to believe I’d succumb to your charms.” “No, true enough.  I…

Jude – 2

It’s not that hard to spot a six-foot tall black woman in the centre of Saigon. I kept an eye out for her everywhere I went. I even went so far as to ask one of the ladies who sold fruit at the Ben Thanh market.  I had convinced myself that I had fallen in…

Jude

The garden party was hosted by the Dutch Consulate, to celebrate Queen Maxima of the Netherland’s birthday. I didn’t know Holland still had a monarchy, and Beatrix? Really? Sure enough, the huge, lush garden was dotted around with kitschy plastic standees featuring a hefty woman in an orange dress doing that regal wave thing.  We…

The Perfect Foreigner

We are all trapped. Someone, somewhere – it doesn’t matter who, tarnished or bright as the sun – stands like a beacon in our memories for the time we got close.  Close to what? Just close. That’s all I know. Close. Very close. You might remember it as endless nights of the best sex you…

On A Very Dry Afternoon in Early Summer

Trigger Warning: This story explores the subject of consensual non-consent, memory, and rape. It is meant to be disturbing, but not exploitative. Please exercise your good sense. Do not read it if you feel this sort of subject matter would affect you adversely. Contemplation It was easy to want her, to picture himself pinning her…

The Withdrawal

Fingers, tongue, words, needles, teeth, cock, nails, fists, lips, blades, ideas, images. It’s not the way he penetrates her that disturbs her; it’s the way he withdraws.  Because she knows he yearns to leave with the Polaroid of someone ruined and discarded firmly clutched in his fisted hand. That, she will not allow. When he…

Not One Before The Other *

Emily let the tiny, clothbound book fall open in her hands.  Like a woman spreading her legs, it offered up its unique scent. Beneath the musty, sweet smell that all old books have, this one surrendered hints of pine resin, tobacco and the tart creaminess of baby’s milk. Eyes closed, she brought the open tome…

Pleasure’s Apprentice

Above the venerable silver shop in the Burlington Arcade, he taught her the uses of pleasure. Not the nervous-handed, spring-loaded fumblings of teenaged lust, or the ego-abraded outcomes of young love. Mr. Pierce offered Rebecca schooling in something quite different. After quitting an English degree halfway through the first semester, alienated by the prospect of…

Stone, Memory and Want

There is a specific jouissance to being denied what you need. An ecstasy to it that comes to define you. It describes you as a potential, as a flawed thing, undeserving of the thing you want – for now, incomplete – for now. The horror of having desire satisfied never has to be faced. That’s…