The Five Minute Fantasies series offers arousing fiction for the discerning reader. Twenty erotic short stories by bestselling authors including Gwen Masters, Jeremy Edwards, Kitti Bernetti and Landon Dixon. Indulge, enjoy and come back for more with these five minutes stories that will get you out of day mode and straight into play mode!
Associations by Astrid L.
Alain promised to make the evening special for her and she wasn’t disappointed. It’s St Valentine’s Day in Paris and there’s a new game in town.
Charity by Elizabeth Cage
They were strangers on a train. Was she really going to lift her skirt for him just because he had told her to? Rachel couldn’t remember the last time she had had so much fun.
Amour Noir by Landon Dixon
The sign in the window said “Man Wanted” and he was just what she was looking for. But who was she? She was a different woman every night. There were three of them on the fantasy rollercoaster – who would be the first to jump off?
B & E, & B by Lynn Lake
When Melissa came home to find an intruder in her apartment she took matters into her own hands. She got way more than she bargained for but was still left wanting more. She couldn’t wait for her cat burglar to come back.
No Surrender by J. Carron
He said that he’d never surrender, but when he was on the floor at her feet, with a gun pointing at him what choice did he have? She knew exactly what she wanted and he was in no position to say no.
Blame it on the Champagne by Gwen Masters
She didn’t fall for him – she fell on him – literally. They were both wet from the champagne that she’d tossed over them but by the time they’d finished in the Ladies Room they’d both be a lot wetter.
The Hotel Room by Dianne Cross
It wasn’t like Mark to be late. He enjoyed the sessions in the hotel room with Alexa as much as she did. They forgot about their every day lives inside the hotel room. What happened in there was separate from the real world. It was all about the sex.
Playing to the Camera by Stephen Albrow
She knew that Big brother was watching and she was determined to give him something to watch. Out there on the High Street with the CCTV trained on her she performed for the camera and the guy that would be watching it. If she was lucky, she might even get the reaction she wanted.
Open Bottle Policy by Jeremy Edwards
The hotel’s open bottle policy said that Dave’s waitress had to escort him and his half drunk bottle of wine to the lift, but she didn’t stop until they were the other side of his bedroom door. But there would be no extra payment for this room service.
Buccaneering Blarney by Jim Baker
Sarah went along on the cruise in the hope of a good time but she was disappointed. However, when then yacht is boarded by pirates that all changes. Jolly Roger took on a whole new meaning.
Cherry Strudel by Astrid L.
Bruno knew what it took to make the perfect cherry strudel and he would teach Lucia everything that he knew. He took her through each stage, making sure that she got it right, even down to demonstrating the kneading motion on her. He promised Lucia that she could taste it when it was finished – but she couldn’t wait that long..
On Your Marks by Phoebe Grafton
It was another boring Saturday night and she is left with just one thought in her mind. Surely there has to be more to life than this. She soon finds that there is and it involves pirates, rugged captains and sex on the high seas. It will be a Saturday night to remember.
Boss Leggy by Landon Dixon
Kevin has always considered himself a leg man and when his boss catches him unashamedly admiring her gorgeous limbs she orders him to worship them. What else could he do? She was the boss after all. He was just following orders.
Mail Order Bride by Kitti Bernetti
Henry was a collector of beautiful objects and Serena was the most beautiful thing he possessed. He was a man with a huge sexual appetite and she was always willing to fulfil his every need. She never refused him and was always eager for more. She couldn’t have been more perfect if he’d picked her out of a catalogue.
A Day of Pampering by Eva Hore
For once, he remembered her birthday and to make up for the ten that he had forgotten this was going to be one to remember. He’d planned everything, right down to the last detail and after a day of pampering she would get to enjoy what she had only previously dared to dream about.
Striptease by Carmel Lockyer
She wasn’t impressed by the kissogram and knew that she could do better. She loved men looking at her naked body so working as a stripper was right up her street. And it wasn’t just the guys that were lusting after her.
Picnic at Niagara by Astrid L
There would be more than the waterfall thundering at Niagara and there’d be more than food on the menu. Would they get the chance to enjoy more than the appetizer?
Hardcore Counselling by Landon Dixon
The spark had gone out of their marriage and the last thing he wanted was to spend a weekend away at a secluded cottage with their neighbours. But when his wife went without him, anger forced him to follow her. He was surprised by what he found in the woods and, for the first time in months, he and his wife were in total agreement.
Marital Aids by Lynn Lake
Marianne knew exactly what Kate was going through – she had been through it herself. When she showed Kate what had cured the problem for her Kate thought that it might work for her too. Jim had been a bad boy and he deserved to be punished.
A Club for Discerning Young Gentlemen by David Harvie
With her body wrapped inside a shiny crimson dressing gown Ellie was an expert in her field. Plenty had paid for the service she provided and Wes would say that she was worth every penny. Would Niall be brave enough to take her on?
‘All donations gratefully received.’
I rattled my empty tin. It was a humid Saturday afternoon and I was standing at the entrance to the railway station, wondering if I’d made the right choice. By now, my mates would have disappeared to Spain to soak up the sun and sangria. I could have been with them.
‘Come with us, Rachel, have some fun,’ Amy, my best friend, had said invitingly.
I was tempted, I have to admit. But I was still in the early stages of my ‘worthy’ period.
‘Sorry, but I can’t join you. I promised to help with the charity collection for the local animal shelter. I can’t go back on a commitment.’
‘It’s a pity Mike didn’t see it that way,’ replied Amy, an edge to her voice.
I’d sighed. Mike, my failed relationship number two, who had cheated on me not once but three times. Who then had the cheek to blame it on what he called my lack of spontaneity.
‘You just don’t have any sense of sexual adventure,’ he’d concluded, packing his case.
Before that there was Josh, who I thought was Mr Perfect – and who turned out to be Mr Already Married. I certainly knew how to pick them.
‘Cheer up, Rachel,’ Amy had said encouragingly. ‘Mr Right is probably out there somewhere.’
‘No such thing,’ I’d grunted. ‘Anyway, I think I’ve had enough of relationships for a while. Even if Mr Right did show up I’d probably tell him to bugger off.’ So here I was, trying to do something worthwhile for a very good cause – something I believed in. In fact, I was doing exactly what the women’s mags tell you to do when you want to get over a man. Take up a hobby or interest. Get out and meet new people.
But although I’d been standing here for nearly an hour, rattling the tin and trying to look appealing, no one had given me any money. Bad timing. My speciality. Yvonne, my supervisor, who was standing by the other station entrance, already had a full tin. So what was I doing wrong?
‘Perhaps I should take my clothes off to get some attention,’ I joked to Yvonne when we took a coffee break. She stared, stony faced.
‘Try standing over there by the escalator,’ she suggested, without the merest hint of a smile, and I wondered if she’d had a sense of humour transplant.
‘Right, I’ll do that,’ I replied drily.
Another hour passed, and I pictured Amy and the others coming back from the beach, laughing and chatting about what to wear for their night on the town. Perhaps Mike was right, perhaps I don’t know how to have fun when the opportunity presents itself.
‘Here. It’s all the change I’ve got.’ The satisfying clink of coins in my waiting tin jolted me back to reality.
‘Thanks,’ I said gratefully. Finally, someone had taken pity on me.
‘That’s okay.’ He smiled and I noticed he had warm brown eyes. He was wearing a seam-straining black tee-shirt and tight leather jeans. Very tight.
‘You’re my first today,’ I told him, returning the smile. ‘To put money in,’ I added quickly.
He laughed. We stood awkwardly for a moment, both wanting to chat, but not really knowing what to say. I decided to break the silence.
‘It’s a lovely sunny day, isn’t it?’ I burbled. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I talking about the weather?
‘Actually, it’s just started to rain,‘ he replied and I suddenly noticed he was carrying a dripping umbrella. ‘But I don’t mind rain,’ he continued, cheerfully. ‘I like the way it washes the past away.’
And I liked the way he used words. Not only was he gorgeous, he had a brain, too, although he probably thought I was a complete imbecile by now.
He smiled. ‘By the way, my name’s Adam.’
‘Nice to meet you, Adam. I’m Rachel.’
Kitti Bernetti lives in London, the city she loves and spends inordinate amounts of time in the coffee shops of Soho and Covent Garden dreaming up stories. She finds writing erotica totally stimulating as it leaves her free to set her tales any time, any place, anywhere.
Kitti has written ghost stories, sci-fi, historicals, crime, paranormals, sheikh tales and richly rewarding romance. Reviewers have said: 'The sex [in Desert Nights] is hot, the story compelling, and the writing well above par. If you're looking for a quick read to excite you, pick this one up!' (ManOhMan), and 'Kitti knows how to pen a full bodied book like a fine wine, and in this case, she has managed it. Regency Nights is just that, it fills the senses with its excellent prose, sensual, and highly erotic sexual scenes.' (loveromancepassion.com) Kitti is delighted to be part of The Secret Library and is already working on another novella this time set in the sultry backstreets of tropical Singapore.
Author website www.kittibernetti.moonfruit.com/
A published writer since her early teens, Elizabeth Cage has been writing erotica since 1999. Her stories, poems and articles have appeared in many magazines including Scarlet, Desire, Forum, For Women, In the Buff, The Hotspot, and the International Journal of Erotica, as well as The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica 2010 (Cleis) and her fiction regularly appears in the sizzling anthologies and e-books from Xcite.
She enjoys doing guest blogs, author talks, interviews, events and workshops and performs regularly in the fabulously successful show Wanton Words and Burlesque Bombshells reading her erotica and helping with the raffle!
Find Elizabeth at:
Her Blog: http://www.elizabeth-cage.blogspot.co.uk/
Her Website: http://www.elizabethcage.com/
Her Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elizabeth.cage.1
Her Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6861526.Elizabeth_Cage
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Jeremy Edwards, described by the Erotica Readers & Writers Association as “one of the most original and amusing erotic authors around,” is the author of the erotocomedic novels Rock My Socks Off [Xcite Books] and The Pleasure Dial [1001 Nights Press], and the erotic-story collection Spark My Moment [Xcite]. His quirky, sensuous tales have appeared in over fifty anthologies with numerous publishers large and small, including four volumes in the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica series, and he has contributed scores of short stories to print and online magazines
As a guest on the Web circuit, Jeremy has been seen or heard at Erotica Readers & Writers Association, Erotica for All, Lust Bites, LoveHoney, 4-Letter Words, LiberatorOoh, How to Write Erotic Fiction, Dr. Dick’s Sex Advice, Sexy Librarian, Vibe Erotic Book Club, Air Atta Ca Talk, Oh Get a Grip! F-Stop, Rachel Kramer Bussel Online Book Club, and Cult of Gracie Radio. In the nonvirtual world, he has appeared at In the Flesh, Essensuality, and Ravenous Nights in New York, the Erotic Literary Salon in Philadelphia, In the Flesh: L.A. (via telephone), the Seattle Erotic Art Festival (showcase display), and Arts Night Out Northampton (Massachusetts); and as the host of Sexy Scribes Speaking (in Turners Falls, Mass.).
Jeremy’s work explores sex in its sunniest form, celebrating joyful sensuality, libidinous urgency, offbeat romanticism, and the pleasures of language and laughter—with the focus on cerebral, sexually self-aware women, and the men and women who adore them. Readers can drop in on him unannounced (and thereby catch him in his underwear) at www.jeremyedwardserotica.com.
Eva Hore’s work is seen in magazines such as Hustler, Forum, Desire, Australian Penthouse, Leg Sex, XL Magazine, Naughty Neighbors, For Women, Playgirl, Erotic T, Three Pillows and Swank Magazine. Eva has anthologies with Xcite Books in the UK, Delicate Friction, Best Lesbian Fiction 2005, Skin Deep 2, Mammoth Book of Erotic Fantasies, The Collective, Best Women’s Erotica 2006, The Perfect Valentine, After Midnight, Just Watch Me with Cleis Press, The Sexiest Soles, Misbehaviour. Gay Quickies, Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions, Reality or Fantasy with Dark Roast Press, The Long Weekend and Other Stories with No Boundaries Press, The Best of Eva Hore with JMS Books and The Big Book of Bizarro.
Lynn Lake’s fantasies could fill a book – and have (or, at least, parts of many, many books). Her imagination substitutes for a somewhat dreary existence in the middle of nowhere home to a particularly harsh climate. She’s a frustrated crime writer (few markets) and an unfulfilled SF author (no science background). Her erotic experiences, frankly, look better on paper, where she need not discriminate based on couplings, positionings, flogging devices, and/or binding materials. Rich, thick, wet ink spilling out of the golden nib of a finely-crafted fountain pen onto bright, white, textured paper is a form of ecstasy to her, free of STD’s.
She has a cat and an insatiable craving to express herself.
Inspiration comes from everywhere, everything, and everybody she meets or sees or visualizes, but mostly from her mind (very often early in the morning when she first wakes up). She doesn’t wait for the wet muse to tingle her in the appropriate places, however; oftentimes she just sits and stares at a blank piece of paper (Hilroy, lined, in a wire-bound notebook) until an idea strikes her and she pen-strokes it, first into a brief outline, and then into a full story (which usually goes through a, minimum, three-draft process). She’s fairly well-read and quite good at mimicking other styles, which helps in the whole process, as does her natural shyness.