Short Stories
by erotica author Jeremy Edwards
[See also the Spark My Moment collection.]

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“The Girl Who Mounted Danny Olsen’s Instrument” was published at Oysters & Chocolate Erotic in 2011.

“What the devil is it?”

“An autonavigation machine.” Sal nodded at the heavy-looking metal box that had been affixed to the handlebars. “It’s based on essentially the same principle as the Pianola. My device reads a rolled-up map, then translates the cyclist’s desired route into the appropriate maneuvers.”

“But how does—”

“Naturally, the map must be specially prepared in advance, with the rider’s planned route scored onto it with the dull end of a needle.”

“Which, as we know, can be found in the dull end of a haystack.”

Dan’s unanticipated interjection made Fay shriek with laughter. No man of hers in Paris, however sensually sophisticated, had shown a wit such as this.

“Thank you, Professor Olsen,” said Sal.


“Showstopper” was published at Every Night Erotica in 2011.

“I want to tap dance naked for you,” said Melinda.

“Yes! I feel the same way,” I reciprocated with zest. I thought she was articulating a creative metaphor, one whose whimsy evoked the euphoria of erotic love.

“No, I really do.” Melinda, it turned out, had taken tap lessons before we’d met, and she’d been speaking literally. She still had the shoes somewhere, she said.


“Tire Stud” was published at Justus Roux's Erotic Tales in 2011.

“Hi, Mitch. I’m Ruth. Do you mind if I feel your tread?”

He smiled. “Why not? After all, I don’t have any biceps to speak of.”

He bent an elbow and offered me a forearm. I ran my finger, with slow ecstasy, along one of the sensuous grooves. The soft, squishy sound of my fingertip dragging along the rubber seemed thunderous in my ears, and I could swear I felt his skin warming through the rubber, beneath my touch.


“Do Friends Tickle?” was published at Every Night Erotica in 2011.
Part 1. Part 2.

“Don’t tickle me, now,” she said.

I didn’t know what it was about the way she made this remark that suggested it might be more an invitation than an admonition. Maybe it was the fact that she’d spoken with a hint of light laughter, as if someone were already tickling her—as if just the idea of being tickled was ticklish to her.


“Dropping the Hint” was published at Every Night Erotica in 2011.
Part 1. Part 2.

Dora, as I said, has one or two eccentric habits, and she often greets me at the door with a laboratory-grade eyedropper behind her back.


The Fantasy X audio collection includes “Any Friend of Hers.”


“If We Were ...” was published at Every Night Erotica in 2011.
Part 1. Part 2.

She continued. “I think the difference between how I feel about sexy women and how I feel about sexy men is sort of like the difference between how I feel about painting versus sculpture. Paintings are my whole world. I eat, drink, and breathe them, I’m thinking about them all the time, and I practically live in the landscape gallery of the museum at school. If I could, I’d crawl into a painting at night instead of a bed. Whereas sculpture—hey, I like fine sculpture. Nice stuff, keep up the good work. But I wouldn’t put one in my house or anything.”


“Doing the Math” was published at Every Night Erotica in 2011.
Part 1. Part 2.

Time slows down while conflicting and contradictory thoughts fly back and forth across his mind like bats: She said to. I’m married. It’s mistletoe. Christmas is over. She’s a colleague. She’s comfortable with it. Sharon wouldn’t like it. Sharon would like it.


The flash piece “Touching Base” was published at Every Night Erotica in 2011.


“Sweater Sparks” was published at The Erotic Woman in 2011.

While he wandered the festival, he replayed their history in his mind. And he laughed at himself for thinking of it as a “history”: technically speaking, they had no history together—or at least no History. Had they ever even interacted outside of business hours? Calvin couldn’t remember a single time when he and Louise had headed in the same direction after locking up the store, or when they’d deliberately or even serendipitously intersected at a party or club. As discussed, she was always heading east when he was heading west; going home when he was going out; seeing a play when he was hearing a band; walking toward the quays when he was biking toward the park.


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