The Five Minute Fantasies series offers arousing fiction for the discerning reader. Twenty erotic short stories by bestselling authors including Sommer Marsden, Primula Bond, 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!
Men at Work by Elizabeth Cage
Matt’s a workaholic. It’s driving Emma crazy, but she’s sure that their new loft room will mean they see more of each other. She has two young builders working overtime to get the work done. The night they finish, Emma is ready to celebrate with high heels and a fuck-me dress – but Matt cancels at the last minute. Feeling reckless, Emma asks the builders to stay and share dinner. If she’s feeling generous, they may even share more.
Persuasion by Everica May
Professor West’s classes have always provided the most stimulating thoughts. Miss Rifkin has spent plenty of time fantasizing about her shaven-headed tutor. At last she makes an appointment to discuss her grades – surely there’s a way she can win extra credit? Perhaps a project on interpersonal relationships, with plenty of research on romantic attraction? They thrash out the details over the desk in the professor’s office.
Ghost by Kay Jaybee
Jo had almost got out of the habit of listening for Sam’s distinctive knock at the door. Almost. Everywhere she goes she see’s reminders of him; of the company Sam works for, of the places they’ve secretly fucked together; making her miss him all over again. He isn’t even hers to miss. When, after three months, Sam turns up unannounced, something in Jo snaps. Her normal submissive stance is abandoned in favour of spanking her lover’s arse. It is time to show him just how hard it is living with the ghost of their affair ...
The Eye by Primula Bond
It’s hard to be alone in London. Even when she gets up at the crack of dawn to take photos of the view from the Eye, there turns out to be another passenger in the pod with her. Lucky he’s handsome. In the dense fog, there’s nothing to see apart from each other, and she’s not used to being this close. Maybe because he’s a stranger she feels close enough to dare to expose herself.
Life of a Salesman by Landon Dixon
He’s always admired Jennifer’s bountiful tits. On the last night of the sales convention, he decides to take charge. Insisting that Jennifer joins him for dinner, together they raid the mini bar in his hotel room. He can’t take his eyes off Jennifer’s enormous chest, and when at last she takes off her T-shirt he’s more than ready for a night of breast-obsessed lust.
Sticky Notes by Sommer Marsden
Something’s got Loren so horny she’s squirming – but Steven’s got an early night. Inspiration strikes in the form of a post it note - she leaves a brazen message on his morning coffee pot. What’s his wildest fantasy? Lucky for Loren, he isn’t too shy to leave an answer. And she’s about to find out just how much passion you can cram into a tiny little sticky note.
Visions of Marlon by Dineen Riordan
Summer heat can do strange things to people. It can turn a hunky bricklayer into a vision of the young Marlon Brando, and the woman that watches him into a voyeur who fantasises about cheating on her puritan husband. Brando the builder approaches the house as the heat rises, challenging her to sacrifice her inhibitions and recreate movie scenes that would barely get past the censors.
Upside down with a tub of Yoghurt by Sally Quilford
Charity is intent on corrupting her beautiful fiance Ben. Even if the setting is a weekend away in a cottage with his apparently religious and uptight family - including Uncle Jack the Reverend. And even if Uncle Jack decides Charity’s not the one for his nephew, she’s not going to let her handcuffs and a tub of delicious cherry yoghurt go to waste.
Cocksucker by Lori Selke
Her boyfriend is a shy boy. He’s nervous about telling her what he wants. She’s curious, too: why exactly does he want to suck her fake dildo-dick? He kneels in front of her and she stands with her purple strap-on pointing right in his face, carefully working her way through his fantasies to discover what he deep down really wants, even if he’s too scared to admit it.
On the Beach by Primula Bond
A deserted sandy beach is the perfect spot for a little nude sunbathing. And a bit of sunbathing so easily turns into a bit of teasing. She’s enjoying her own body when she realises that a beautiful, stray young surfer has washed up on the beach next to her. He’s thirsty, and she’s got a full bottle of lemonade that she’s happy to share – things are bound to get fizzy.
The Maid by Eva Hore
What should Sheila do when she sees her husband fucking the maid on the satin sheets of the marital bed? The fact that she’s watching from the wardrobe, naked, while her boyfriend Marcus trying to grope her complicates the issue. When her faithless husband is called away to a hospital emergency, Sheila decides she should take advantage of her maid’s newly discovered skills. Between Marcus and Mary, she’ll hardly have time to be jealous of her husband’s affair.
Small Expectations by Phoebe Grafton
Pick is the last of six sons and when it came to pricks he got the leftovers. His endowment is so pitiful that his beloved Stella Faversham rejects him out of hand. Pick seems destined for a lonely life, until the day that his old friend Mugwatch contacts him from his deathbed. He has a special legacy to leave to Pick; one that promises to turn his sex life around.
It takes one to spot one by Jim Baker
On board a luxury cruise, Peter catches Suzanne’s eye, but he seems to be perpetually surrounded by wealthy widows. She manages to lure him away over a game of roulette, and over dinner she checks out his story – Peter is apparently a jeweller travelling in search of gemstones. Suzanne seduces him on the deck and drags him back to his cabin, where she’s got some business of her own to take care of.
Take a breath by Sommer Marsden
From the minute he laid eyes on Elise, Jon has had a raging hard-on. They may be at a business meeting, but all he wants to do is dominate this gorgeous woman with the whisky eyes. When she gives him the go-ahead, it’s all he can do to control his own lust before they get to the cloakroom. Once in there, he makes it very clear how this relationship will work: he makes the rules. All Elise has to do is play along.
Collision by Alex de Kok
Jack runs right into Jenny – literally. He knocks her off her feet right beside the taxi rank. It’s the least he can do to offer his ex student a lift to her cottage - Jack’s far too much of a gentleman to let her model good looks enter the equation. She asks him in for coffee, and while he admires her decor the nude photo of her on the wall makes it hard for him to hide his admiration. When they bump into each other again it may not be totally accidental - their bodies’ desires take over.
Window Dressing by Anya Wassenberg
She walks to work every day through the streets of New York. Somehow she hasn’t ever noticed the basement curio shop before – or the blonde guy who works there. The next day she finds herself lingering in front of the low-level window, from where he has an excellent view right up her short skirt. If she goes back, will he be there? And will she dare to show him more?
The Sex Therapist by Dee Dawning
Since Bobby’s cheating wife left him, he’s been struggling to find his mojo. Gary reckons his friend Loretta might be just the woman to help him get over his shyness around women. On an overnight stay, Loretta shows him her specially decorated bedroom. She takes him in hand and teaches him the fastest way to forget his ex wife. Bobby may be young, but he’s a fast learner.
Educating Master Tom by Kitti Bernetti
Newly widowed, Miss Canning arrives at Harestone Manor with a grave sense of foreboding. She’s to be governess to the young Master Tom – nineteen years old and entirely uneducated in affairs of the flesh. Tempted by fabulous wages and silk dresses, Miss Canning agrees to don the turquoise corset that signals her acceptance. If only she were putting it on for the Lord of the Manor, rather than the feeble young Tom – surely the leering old man would know better how to satisfy a lusty woman.
Thrill Ride by Lynn Lake
The legendary Lolliewood is just a rumour among theme park addicts. So when an old tramp offers her a pass, she’d do anything to get her hands on it, and once she’s there, she’d do anything to find a companion for the night. Because Lolliewood is an adult theme park – a sexual cornucopia of horny thrills and wild erotic rides that she never wants to end.
Rackula by Landon Dixon
Gregor’s luscious girlfriend Daria has promised him a special treat for his eighteenth birthday. Ignoring his father’s warnings, he takes Daria deep into the Romanian forest where the young virgins feast on each other. At the moment of consummation, the shocking sight of Countess Sabrina forces Daria to flee in terror, leaving Gregor to gape at the sight of the evil bloodsucker, naked but for a cape and her bared fangs.
I’d like to blame it on the wine but I’m not much of a liar. I will chalk it up to a really good sweaty romp and then a rather erotic thriller. The movie got me going all over again but by the time the good parts were over, it was time for Steven to go to bed.
‘Good night, love.’ He ruffled my short blonde hair and gave me a long lingering kiss. ‘We need to do that again tomorrow but for now I’m off to bed. Early morning.’
And he was gone and I was horny. Again. I finished my wine, flipped through a magazine, and read a sex survey. That didn’t help. Basically, I stewed in my own juices, so to speak.
I was just about to give up. Throw in the towel. When it hit me. Again, maybe the wine, maybe the thriller, maybe the fuck. I really don’t know what did it. I didn’t care. I grabbed the pad of sticky notes from the desk and began writing furiously. When I went to bed, it was stuck to the coffee pot. My little love note for Steven.
What do you want? Your wildest fantasy (or fantasies). Anything you want. Spill!
I had forgotten the note in the morning. It was Saturday so I lingered in bed. I was sad, I’ll admit, that Steven had to go to work. His side of the bed, cold and unoccupied was enough to make me want to call him and tell him to come home. Come home and fuck your woman. In my mind’s eye I could see myself dialling my cell. I could hear myself making this giggling but authoritative command. He had to work, though, and I was fine with that. I was just lonely.
I ran my hands over my soft negligee. Felt my nipples turn to hard pink pearls under my fingers. My pussy went soft and wet and I let out a sigh. Somehow, as horny as I was, the thought of rubbing one off alone in bed was disappointing. I would go downstairs and make some coffee and wait until Steve got home. Then I would attack him like a horny mountain lion.
I was still laughing at the thought of a hormone-induced attack on my studly guy when I wandered into the kitchen. There it was. Hot pink. Innocent to look at. A sticky note for me.
TO SEE YOU WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. NO TOUCHING FOR ME. JUST WATCHING.
Somehow the sight of his answer, boldly printed all in caps, did me in. I did it right there. Clutching at the pantry door, fingers working furiously and wetly under my nighty. It only took a few minutes. My fingers diving greedily into my humid wet cunt, my thumb rubbing roughly but expertly over my clit. I stared at the words as I came in one long, delicious spasm. Little animal sounds rushed out of my throat and I collapsed on the cold linoleum in a glowing, warm heap.
I needed to leave him notes more often.
My fingers still tacky and shaking, my knees still knocking, I claimed the hot pink square and stuck it firmly in my day planner. I made my coffee, enjoyed my afterglow and mentally calculated how many hours I had to wait for him to get home.
‘I’m home!’ Steven’s face lit with a tired but happy grin. ‘Thank God! Oooph-’
The last part was my fault. I launched myself at him like a lusty groupie and kissed him long and hard. I pushed my tongue past his soft lips and tangled it with his. I plundered that hot sensuous mouth and pushed my wet pussy against his belt buckle, my legs tightly clamped around his lean middle.
‘Did you miss me?’ he laughed as I slid my tongue down his neck, nuzzling him at the base where his cologne seems to settle. A nice warm, manly scent that hovers in the hollow of his throat.
His big hands palmed my ass and he groaned. Shifting me a little lower so my crotch was level with his, I could feel the growing bulge of his awakening cock.
‘I liked your note,’ I sighed and pushed myself against his hard-on. Shameless hussy. That’s me.
‘I can tell.’
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/
Primula Bond is an Oxford educated mother of three boys and has lived in Oxford, London and Cairo. She currently lives in Hampshire and works part time as a legal clerk for criminal defence lawyers as well as writing freelance features under her real name. Her erotic novels include Country Pleasures, Club Crème and Behind The Curtain and dozens of short stories published by Virgin Books. Her novella Sisters in Sin is published by Avon and Xcite Books at Accent Press have published numerous short stories, a solo collection Random Acts of Lust , and her novella Out of Focus. Primula also offers a critique service for aspiring erotic and romantic writers through Writers Workshop.
Find Primula at:
Her blog: www.primulabond.blogspot.com
Her on Twitter @primulabond.
'Primula Bond's effortless writing style makes her...a pleasure to read'. Forum
'One day all erotic novels will be as good as this.' Bastei Lubbe
'Explicit and remarkable..tremendously well written..a winner.' ETO
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
Her Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/elizabethcage/
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.
Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), and The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2011), as well as the novellas Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus (Sweetmeats Press, 2011). She has also written the anthologies The Best of Kay Jaybee, (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 1st Ed 2008, 2nd Ed 2012).
Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, 2013, Sweet Love, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers, Sex and Music), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex), Smut, (Smut Alfresco), and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views, Punished).
Kay is currently working on The Retreat, the sequel to The Perfect Submissive.
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.
Sommer Marsden has been called "one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen), and "Erotica royalty" (Lucy Felthouse). Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series.
Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora's Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer's short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.
Find Sommer at:
Her website: http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com
Her Facebook: http://facebook.com/sommermarsden
Her Twitter: https://twitter.com/sommer_marsden
Her Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/sommermarsden/
Her Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2742697.Sommer_Marsden