Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Creating a Bestseller
Creating a Bestseller: The Next Chapter
Thongs
Movie Mania—Part 1: Captain Blood
Movie Mania—Part 2: The Alien
Movie Mania—Part 3: ER
Electric Pencil
One Night Out
Show Me
After the Wedding
Madam’s Brothel: Option 1
Madam’s Brothel: Option 3
Madam’s Brothel: Option 7
Madam’s Brothel: Option 8
Madam’s Brothel: Option 13
Unintended Consequences
Good Hands
An Adventure in Poland
Her Final Assignment
Teach Me
Potions
Potions: The Reorder
Friday Night Games: The Awakening
Friday Night Games: Learning More
Friday Night Games: Growing
Vivid Dreaming
Shaving
The Painting
At the Office
Berkley Heat titles by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
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HOT STORIES FOR COLD NIGHTS
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Hot stories for cold nights / Joan Elizabeth Lloyd.—Heat trade pbk. ed.
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Welcome to my latest collection of delicious short stories. I know you’ll enjoy reading most of them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Notice I said most, not all. Some you might find aren’t to your taste, since taste, particularly in erotic writing, is so varied and so very personal. Therefore, if you find a story that doesn’t curl your toes, move on to another.
As you read, you’ll notice a few things.
First, there are many tales centering on folks just like you, who want to try some new adventure in the bedroom or outside of it. Perhaps there are creative ideas there, activities you and your partner might like to attempt. Go for it. Give a story to your partner as a suggestion, sort of a “Honey, how about this for an idea?” You’ll be amazed at how you can spice up your love life by delving into someone else’s.
Second, you’ll probably spot several similar stories, all with the same theme. Be careful what you wish for. Or maybe better put, treasure what you are and what you have. Think about it.
Okay, enough of me, let’s get to the tales. Enjoy!
—Joan Elizabeth Lloyd [email protected]
Leprechaun Love
“THAT MUST BE HIM,” PETE HEARD HIS WIFE, MISSY, YELL. “Catch him!”
Pete was puffing, running close enough to the leprechaun to almost but not quite grab him. He didn’t have enough breath to answer his wife.
Half an hour earlier, he had picked Missy up after she’d gotten off from work and they had started to drive home. Then the sky had darkened and rain had fallen, accompanied by a few halfhearted rolls of thunder and a couple lightning flashes. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rain had stopped, the sun had come out, and a magnificent rainbow had filled the eastern sky. It had been so bright that there had even been a perfect rainbow below, the colors in the opposite order.
“That is soooo gorgeous,” Missy had said. “And maybe this one will have a leprechaun with a pot of gold at the end.”
“Fat chance,” Pete had answered. “We’re not that lucky.”
“I’ve seen articles in the paper about folks who’ve caught leprechauns. One said a woman ended up with a condo.”
“Yeah, I read that, too, but most folks just get a lottery ticket. And most of them are losers.”
Missy had pointed toward a nearby park. “The end looks like it’s just over there in Franklin Park. Let’s give it a try.”
With no real plans, Pete had driven into the parking lot and pulled into a space. “What have we got to lose? Anyway, it’s a nice evening for a walk.”
Then they had seen him, a short guy all dressed in green. Tight, short green pants, a white shirt with a kelly green vest and a silly bright green top hat. He had spotted them and grinned. Then he’d taken off. The chase was on.
They’d run across half the park it seemed, but now Pete thought that the leprechaun was slowing down. Maybe he’s as exhausted as I am. “I can’t believe we might actually catch him,” Missy said from about fifty feet behind. What “we”? Pete thought.
Almost totally out of energy, Pete took one last chance and lunged at the little man. Surprised, he felt cloth. That was an amazing piece of luck. He hadn’t realized that he was quite that close. Pete dropped to the ground and yanked. The little man tumbled onto the grass beside him, panting.
Missy ran up and quickly wrapped her hand around the man’s wrist. The three took a few moments to calm down. Finally, his heartbeat now more normal, Pete looked at Missy and said, “Now what?”
She dropped to the grass beside the other two, still holding the little guy’s arm. “Now,” she said to the leprechaun, “you give us your gold.”
His giggle was high-pitched. “No gold.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry, no gold.”
“We caught you fair and square. You’ve got to give us your gold,” Pete said.
“Got no gold,” the little ma
n said.
“I read about that in that Internet article,” Missy said to Pete. “Some leprechauns don’t have gold. That’s how the woman ended up with the condo. Somehow, the leprechaun made it happen.”
“How do we know he’s telling the truth?”
“He has to as long as we’ve got him.” She brandished the little man’s arm, still in her grasp.
“That’s right,” he singsonged. “I’ll tell the truth.”
Pete sighed. “Okay. No gold. What do you have?”
“Wisdom,” the leprechaun said. “Wisdom that will make you famous and wealthy. Most of all, wisdom that will make you happy.”
“Okay,” Pete said warily, “like what?”
“Good sex,” he said.
“Right,” Missy responded sarcastically. “Good sex.”
“Great sex, actually.”
“Our sex life is just fine the way it is,” Pete said. “What else have you got?”
More leprechaun giggles. “Nothing else. Nothing else.”
“You know, Pete, he might have a point. There might be things we could learn.”
Pete stared at his wife. “Are you saying that our sex life isn’t any good?”
“Not at all,” Missy said, swiftly backpedaling. “But there’s always new stuff. I read lots of tips in magazines. Maybe we could spice things up a little.”
“I can give you that,” the leprechaun said. “Right here, right now.”
“Right here? In the middle of the park? In public?” Pete gasped. Actually the idea of making out in the open air appealed to him.
“No one’s around. This place is really private. No one comes here.” The leprechaun giggled. “Actually, comes here is a great choice of words.” He winked. “Wanna? Come here, I mean.”
The couple thought for a few moments, then Pete said, “What do you think, Missy? You say there are things we could do better. I could . . .” This was so silly. He was content with their sex life. He loved his wife and loved having sex with her. If she wasn’t totally satisfied, however, he was willing to give this a try. In the open air. Yeah.
“Would you really?” Missy said. “I mean, don’t get me wrong . . .”
“Okay,” the leprechaun said, “stop the mental gymnastics and let’s get on with it. I’ve got places to be and things to do that don’t involve you.” He shook his arm, still in Missy’s grasp. “You’ll have to let go, though.”
“Can we trust you?” she replied. “Once I’ve let go . . .”
“Let go!” he snapped. “A promise is a promise.”
Pete was a little surprised to discover that he was actually getting more than a little aroused thinking about doing it here, especially with the little guy watching.
Missy let go of the man’s arm.
“Okay,” he said in his high-pitched voice. “It all starts with kissing.”
“Kissing? We kiss okay,” Pete said.
“Well,” Missy said. “I wouldn’t mind more really good kissing.” She propped herself on her elbow and looked down at her husband. “You mean like this?” she said. She lightly brushed his mouth with hers. Concentrating on his lips, she teased, nibbling on his lower lip and licking.
“That’s not bad,” the leprechaun said. “Pete, what about you?”
Pete realized that he was totally enjoying the feel of Missy’s lips against his. He rolled so he was leaning over her now and kissed her with as much passion as she’d shown.
“Nice,” the leprechaun said. “Real nice.”
The sound of the little fellow’s voice aroused Pete. He was watching them kiss. Would he watch them go further? He pressed his tongue against Missy’s lips and she opened her mouth. As he invaded, his hand stroked her shoulder and arms, eventually venturing to her breast. Was the guy still watching?
“Nice,” he purred softly. “Yes, just like that.”
Pete played with Missy’s breast through her T-shirt and bra and heard both Missy and the leprechaun sigh.
Finally, Pete said, “Okay, leprechaun, what now?”
“What do you want now, Missy?” he asked.
Missy wriggled beneath Pete and managed to pull off her T-shirt. “More,” she said, slightly breathless.
Her bra was pink lace and Pete’s fingers found her already swollen nipple through the fabric. He knew how she liked to have her buds played with and he rolled it between his fingers.
“Like that, Missy?” the leprechaun asked.
“Maybe not so hard.”
Okay, Pete thought, easing his touch, and pulling slightly. “Like this?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said, her hips beginning to move beneath him.
“What about a little sucking?” the leprechaun suggested. “Do you enjoy things like that, Missy?”
“Mmm” was Missy’s affirmative reply.
“This way?” Pete said, drawing one turgid nipple into his mouth, wetting the fabric of her bra.
“Oh, yeah,” she purred.
“Maybe without the bra now,” the little man said.
“Yes,” Missy moaned, lifting her shoulders and unclip-ping the hooks. “Suck me good.”
This was new. Missy wasn’t usually aggressive in bed, and she seldom said things like that. Pete felt his cock hardening as he fastened his mouth on her breast.
“Suck harder,” she said. When he complied, she said, “More. Bite me a little.”
If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get, Pete thought. He carefully used his teeth, but she grabbed the back of his head and tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth to where she wanted it. “Now the other,” she said, her breath now coming in short bursts.
She twisted so he could get a better angle as he licked, sucked, and bit her other tit. “She’s got great tits,” the leprechaun said, and Pete felt her body jerk.
“You tell me,” she said to her husband.
“You’ve got beautiful tits,” Pete said, torn between arousal and surprise that she enjoyed hearing words like that. “I love sucking them.” He could feel her excitement rising as he spoke.
“How about giving him some?” the leprechaun said. “His cock needs attention.”
“Does your cock need attention?”
Pete’s heat was rising to the boiling point. “God, yes,” he moaned.
She reached between them and squeezed his hard erection through his pants.
“Too many clothes,” the little man said. “Time to strip.”
The couple quickly removed their clothing, too hot to even think about the small man watching and directing their actions. “And it’s time to finger her,” he said, cackling.
Pete slipped his hand down Missy’s belly and combed through her pubic hair until he found her erect clit. She was so wet that he could easily stroke her and feel her entire body react.
“Is he doing a good job?” the leprechaun asked.
“A little softer,” she said. “I like long, slow, soft strokes right now.”
Pete obliged, understanding exactly what his wife wanted.
“And you, young lady, grab his cock. It needs some rubbing.”
Missy wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked along its length. “Squeeze harder,” Pete said, “and move your hand a little faster.”
“Put your finger inside me.” She moaned as she stroked him exactly the way he stroked himself when he jerked off.
He slid one finger into his wife’s sopping hole. “Another,” she cried, almost screaming in her need. “I need more. Fill me up!”
He did as she asked and felt her channel muscles clench on his fingers. He could wait no longer. Pete moved between her legs and plunged into her, driving his hard dick deeper and deeper.
“Yes,” she screamed, “like that. Now harder. Fuck me harder. I’m going to come. Right. Now!”
She screamed as her legs twined around his hips and she thrust her hips upward.
His orgasm followed in just a few moments.
Missy and Pete dozed on the
grass until the sun set, then when they woke up, they realized that the little man was gone. True to his word, it had been the best sex they’d ever had and they’d learned a lot about the art of communication.
LATER THAT EVENING, THE LITTLE MAN, ALL DRESSED IN green, arrived at his house in suburbia. Entering the kitchen, he tossed his green top hat on the counter, grabbed his wife, and, hand on her breast, gave her a deep, passionate kiss. “Forget dinner,” he said in his natural voice, having to clear his throat several times after an hour of squeaking. “It all starts with kissing.”
“Damn, Bernie,” his wife said, lifting her five-foot-tall husband so she could press her mound against his hard cock. “You’ve been doing the leprechaun thing again, haven’t you?”
His wide grin was her answer.
“I love it when you come home all hot like this,” she said, a wide smile on her face. “You’re such a con artist, but I do like the results.” She turned off the stove and they rushed into the bedroom.
Epilogue
THE FOLLOWING YEAR, MISSY AND PETE WROTE A BOOK titled Leprechaun Loving: Communication Advice from a Magical Being. It sold several hundred thousand copies and was translated into fourteen different languages.
Creating a Bestseller
The book is just great, the story’s tight and well written, but it lacks the erotic scenes that might make it a bestseller.
The letter had gone on to detail several places in the manuscript where her agent thought that a sizzling lovemaking session would add to the text.
Mandy sighed. She had to admit that she agreed with Norman. When she’d written the sections he referred to, she’d realized that a good erotic encounter would add immeasurably to the effect, but she had found herself unable to write one. She’d created a sort of fade-to-black and moved on to the “morning after.”
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