Lustfully Ever After: Fairy Tale Erotic Romance - Softcover

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1573447870 ISBN 13: 9781573447874

Verlag: Cleis Press, 2012

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In Lustfully Ever After, classic fairy tales are reimagined for an adult audience with twists (and kinks) to keep readers entertained. In Michelle Augello-Page's romantically charged BDSM tale "Wolf Moon," Little Red Riding Hood is the big bad wolf, while Kristina Lloyd rewrites "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" as a scorching hot MFM threesome in "The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces." Shanna Germain's "Mirror Mirror" shows the sensual Sapphic side of Snow White's stepmother and Andrea Dale pens a contemporary version of "The Steadfast Tin Soldier" in the poignantly erotic "Steadfast." This delightful collection of fairy tales will lead you down a magical path into forbidden romance and erotic love. You won't need those bread crumbs to find your way home--for home is where the heart is and the authors of Lustfully Ever After know your heart's most wicked and secret desires.

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Kristina Wright is an award-winning author whose erotica and erotic romance fiction has appeared in over seventy-five anthologies, including three editions of Cleis Press’s Best Women’s Erotica, including the forthcoming Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, and four editions of Best Lesbian Erotica. Her work has also appeared in Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica (Avon Red); Dirty Girls: Erotica for Women (Seal Press); the Black Lace collections Seduction, Liaisons and Sexy Little Numbers; and five editions of the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Kristina is a member of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, Romance Writers of America, and Passionate Ink. She also received the Golden Heart Award for Romantic Suspense from RWA for her first novel Dangerous Curves. With a BA in English and MA in Humanities with an emphasis on women’s studies and popular culture, Kristina teaches both English and Humanities at the college level. She lives in Chesapeake, VA.

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Live Out Your Ultimate Romantic Fantasy!

Even grown-ups need bedtime stories, and this delightful collection of fairy tales will lead you down a magical path into forbidden romance and erotic love.

In Michelle Augello-Page's naughty "Wolf Moon," Little Red Riding Hood herself is the big, bad wolf, while Kristina Lloyd reimagines "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" with a scorching hot threesome in "The Last Dance." Shanna Germain's "Mirror Mirror" reveals the Sapphic side of Snow White's stepmother and Lisabet Sarai's Rapunzel captivates us with her wanton ways in "Shorn." As editor Kristina Wright notes in her introduction, "the authors ofLustfully Ever After know your heart's most wicked and secret desires."

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LUSTFULLY EVER AFTER

FAIRY TALE EROTIC ROMANCE

CLEIS PRESS

Copyright © 2012 Kristina Wright
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-57344-787-4

Contents

Foreword • Sylvia Day.................................................xIntroduction: They Lived Happily Ever After................................1Rosa Redford • Anya Richards..........................................16Gretel's Lament • Jeanette Grey.......................................24Matches • Anna Meadows................................................37The Beast Within • Emerald............................................52Wolf Moon • Michelle Augello-Page.....................................59Mirror Mirror • Shanna Germain........................................70The Last Dance • Kristina Lloyd.......................................85Name • A.D.R. Forte...................................................101Sensitive Artist • Donna George Storey................................116You • Charlotte Stein.................................................131Kit in Boots • Sacchi Green...........................................146The Long Night of Tanya McCray • Michael M. Jones.....................160Shorn • Lisabet Sarai.................................................168Real Boy • Evan Mora..................................................183Garden Variety • Lynn Townsend........................................194Steadfast • Andrea Dale...............................................202A Sea Change • Kristina Wright........................................217About the Authors..........................................................221

Chapter One

GRETEL'S LAMENT

Jeanette Grey

He slid his mouth along my throat, over the thrumming flutter of my pulse and to my jaw. At my ear, he paused, his breath full of sweetness and promises of candy as he asked me to follow him upstairs.

It was an offer I'd heard before.

Still, he wore me down with the way he touched my lips with his, broad hands on my hips and a posture that told me he knew how to do this. How to touch and how to kiss. I wondered what else his lips could do.

Another breath against my ear was all it took, and I felt myself nodding, my fingertips seeking out buttons, eager for the drag of a zipper. I longed to grip the width of firm male flesh. And it was easy to be swayed by promises.

On the way upstairs, I scattered my clothes like bread crumbs. I knew full well the dangers of wandering out into the forest of love alone.

Laying me down across his bed, he put his mouth to the center of my collarbones before surrounding the tip of my breast. And then he went lower still. Succumbing to the soft pleasure of that warmth against my flesh, I held my own legs open with my hands. It gave him the freedom to explore.

I'd heard a man could eat a girl alive, and that's exactly what he did. Licking and sucking, stroking lips and teeth and tongue across my apex, he devoured. From the sounds of things, the low moans and quiet words against my flesh, he relished it. In the heat, I burned, and when he pressed his fingers deep inside, I felt myself consumed.

And yet I survived. I lived to kiss my liquid from his lips and to feel his body's sweetness. Intermingled with salt and bitterness, he fed himself into my mouth, and I took everything he chose to give, sucking greedily until he grunted low and deep and flooded me.

I licked it all up. Just like candy.

In the morning, I slipped out from underneath his arm and followed the trail of my own scattered clothing back to safety. Only my apartment felt cold, the shelves all barren. There was nothing there to eat. There was nothing to sustain me.

When he called again a few days later, I was sitting on my counter, nibbling at my fingertips and staring at cobwebs. Over the phone, he asked me, "Will you come?"

"Repeatedly."

On my way to his apartment, I bought a loaf of bread to feed the hunger in my stomach and my heart. It was a good, rich bread. Poppy seed.

Although I had traversed it many times before, the route I took to love that day felt unfamiliar. Squishing bread between my finger and my thumb, I let a lump fall to the ground, and then another. Behind me, the white puffs looked far too small against the sidewalk.

So insubstantial—so impermanent—my tether to the place I'd called my home.

With the last of it deposited, I stuffed the final piece into my mouth and chewed. I knew that I could be alone and that I didn't have to starve.

But I wanted what he offered me.

I knocked, then held my breath as the door swung open, uncertain what precisely I would find. Staring at the tender lines of his face, I searched for warts. I sniffed his breath for a hint at what he'd been eating, and I kept on the lookout for the charred bones of children.

A single girl had to be careful, after all.

He laughed and pulled me forward, tilting my head back to kiss me. I let him. I let him slide his lips along my skin and to my ears and throat. And his promises were still so sweet.

We didn't make it to the bed this time. This time, he stripped me down beside the door, slipping hot fingers through the lips of my pussy before holding them up for me to taste.

"It's so good," he whispered. He kissed my cheek and let me suck on his fingers. "You taste good enough to eat."

Some memory haunted me. Some plea for caution. But in the face of pleasure, I let my safeguards slide away, my breath catching as I asked him, "Then why don't you?"

He sank to his knees, still half-dressed, bare chest against my thighs and warm hands parting me. With one leg over his shoulder, I threw my head back, and my hands moved to his hair to keep him where he was. To pull him closer.

And as I tightened, my whole body soaring, I wondered if this was what I'd been missing. I wondered if what I'd really needed was someone to feed.

He drank down everything.

Still trembling from the brilliance of climax, I melted against the door and pooled across his shoulders, stroking his hair as I laughed and smiled and breathed.

"God, you're beautiful," he told me.

Maybe he was the one feeding me.

Rolling us until I lay beneath him, he asked me if he could, his body hard and naked then and pressing to my thigh. His tip was wet, the whole length of him hot, and I was wanting still. So I told him, yes, please, to take me.

As he sank into my body, I gripped him just as tightly as I dared, all arms and legs around his frame and lips around his breath. He felt so good, hard and male and filling me up, up, up, pushing and making all these sounds inside his chest. I made them, too. I made them when he pulled almost all the way out and pressed back in. When he ground himself against my hips. When a hand snaked in between us and he begged me, Please.

When I shattered around the hot bloom of his release.

And after that, nothing was the same.

First it was one night a week and then two. And then it was more. There were dates and dinners, and I while I never stopped looking for warts or for danger in his choice of what to eat, I let myself enjoy his company. I particularly enjoyed his bed.

Sitting in the middle of it one night, naked and slick, sated from our lovemaking, I waited for him. He came to me with a tray full of cheese and wine and bread. Breaking the loaf, he pressed a piece against my swollen lips. I took it in, but as I did, I remembered...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Cleis Press
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2012
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1573447870
• ISBN 13: 9781573447874
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 232
• Herausgeber: Wright Kristina
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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