Short Stories
by erotica author Jeremy Edwards
[See also the Spark My Moment collection.]
Satisfy Me (ed. Miranda Forbes) includes “Any Friend of Hers.”
Xcite Books (2008), ISBN-13 978-1906125882.
“Do you ever sort of want to fuck my friends?”
It was a strange question to hear on a Saturday morning. Consequently, it was a struggle for me to swallow rather than eject the mouthful of coffee that Dahlia’s query had overtaken.
“Huh?” I laughed. “Last I knew, this was a monogamous relationship.” I looked around from left to right, as though expecting extraneous women to emerge from the pantry or laundry chute.
“Do Friends Tickle?” was published in Forum [UK] magazine in 2008.
“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.
“Unruly” was published in Scarlet magazine in 2008.
Whenever I observed her indulging in one of these trivial acts of rule-breaking, I always had the same feeling—that her compulsion was directly connected to a sexual wire. This was why, where her behavior would otherwise have seemed pointless and mildly annoying to me, it was in fact alluring.
“From Tip to Toe” was published at The Erotic Woman in 2008.
Holly and I had been together for two months, and I adored her from tip to toe.
The only thing was, I hadn’t yet seen her toes.
Open for Business: Tales of Office Sex (ed. Alison Tyler) includes “One Cubicle Over.”
Cleis Press (2008), ISBN-13 978-1573443111.
“Give the Customer a Choice” was published in the Lickety Split zine in 2008.
He had, as usual, chosen wisely, spotting the wild playfulness in the eyes of this woman in green.
“Pack the Essentials” was published at Eros Monthly in 2008.
“Existential Wendell” was published at Eros Monthly in 2008.
“Passive Vocabulary” was published at Clean Sheets in 2008.
For Maya, defining her feelings by means of language—giving each of her emotions a name—made them more real to her. In my case, it made them less real. Every time I attempted to explain my emotions to somebody, I felt my personality shrinking into a line drawing, tightly boxed and inadequately labeled ... and then fading into the paper and disappearing altogether.
Rubber Sex (ed. Rachel Kramer Bussel) includes “Tire Stud.”
Cleis Press (2008), ISBN-13 978-1573443135.
“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.
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