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Literal Fantasies
One lonely writer
Four unique women
Twelve incredible hours
Oh! Before you do, please check your birth certificate and make sure you are an adult. This is an erotic work replete with explicit language and graphic descriptions of adult intimate behaviour. The novella contains around 33,000 words, several of which begin with f and several more with p, d and c. You have been warned!
As a taster, I'll add an extract below, right below a couple of bona-fide unsolicited reviews and the novella's blurb. I love blurb. Love the word itself, and also the blurb itself. Any book - from the worst to the best - can have great blurb, so you have to be careful. I've tried my damnedest to make my particular blurb as un-hyperbolic as I can, without losing the zing that makes a person go, 'Ooooooh! I'd like a piece of that!' See what you think. If you do download it, I'd love to know what you think, either via an Amazon review or in a comment here. Happy reading x
Literal Fantasies reviews
By ceebee
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Literal Fantasies blurb
Harry, heartbroken and newly single, turns to the Internet for solace. A chat room exchange inspires him to try his hand at erotic writing and he soon has steamy stories posted on several sites. He receives an email from a woman called Cath saying how much she and her three friends enjoy his work. She explains how the four shop workers also write erotica and have weekly 'Literal Fantasy' evenings where they drink wine, exchange and enhance their stories then embellish them with saucy snaps. Harry says he would love to be a fly on the wall at one of their get-togethers and offers to write a story that involves them all, yet the women counter with something more enticing.
They want Harry to join them, to be that fly on the wall he so craved to be. He apprehensively agrees and a hotel is booked on a not too distant Thursday. Naturally, he fantasises about what the day will bring, but all his fantasies will fall short of the reality that awaits him: indeed, the experience will change the lives of all five forever.
Time flies. The day arrives. Room 351. Harry takes a deep breath and raises his shaking hand to knock...
Sue, a young, flirty and attractive blonde opens the door. Harry next meets Vicky, plain and shy and oddly out of place. He is immediately drawn to Cath - a diminutive, bubbly, Irish redhead - the woman with whom he corresponded.
However, Cath omitted to tell him - possibly for fear of him backing out - the parameters have changed. They would now like Harry to be more than a mere observer, would like him to take part in their role plays, to improvise and sometimes lead the way. At first he is reticent, but eventually agrees, though is understandably nervous. Tentatively, the four start with a schoolroom scenario set by Martha. But where is Martha, the elusive and mysterious driving force behind their Literal Fantasy sessions, and will she ever appear?
As the day progresses and boundaries are stretched, Harry has to deal not only with his own insecurities and uncertainties, but with those of the disparate females with whom he must bare all. What are the expectations of these four very different women? And how on Earth will Harry ever be able to live up to them?
They want Harry to join them, to be that fly on the wall he so craved to be. He apprehensively agrees and a hotel is booked on a not too distant Thursday. Naturally, he fantasises about what the day will bring, but all his fantasies will fall short of the reality that awaits him: indeed, the experience will change the lives of all five forever.
Time flies. The day arrives. Room 351. Harry takes a deep breath and raises his shaking hand to knock...
Sue, a young, flirty and attractive blonde opens the door. Harry next meets Vicky, plain and shy and oddly out of place. He is immediately drawn to Cath - a diminutive, bubbly, Irish redhead - the woman with whom he corresponded.
However, Cath omitted to tell him - possibly for fear of him backing out - the parameters have changed. They would now like Harry to be more than a mere observer, would like him to take part in their role plays, to improvise and sometimes lead the way. At first he is reticent, but eventually agrees, though is understandably nervous. Tentatively, the four start with a schoolroom scenario set by Martha. But where is Martha, the elusive and mysterious driving force behind their Literal Fantasy sessions, and will she ever appear?
As the day progresses and boundaries are stretched, Harry has to deal not only with his own insecurities and uncertainties, but with those of the disparate females with whom he must bare all. What are the expectations of these four very different women? And how on Earth will Harry ever be able to live up to them?
Literal Fantasies extract
'Vicky? I want to make love to you.'
Again she started to cry, but nodded her head and clenched her teeth to stop her sobs. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock found its target with ease and I pushed the tip inside her. She stopped me and her eyes searched mine.
‘Harry, I’m not er, on the… er, have you a condom?’
She bit her lip in hope.
‘I’ll be very careful. I’m good like that.’ Doubt clouded her eyes. ‘Listen, it’s up to you… sorry…’
I already knew her answer. Unprotected sex carries more risks than simply unwanted pregnancy. I'd never thought of bringing condoms. Honestly, I'd never thought of it - I really hadn’t expected it to be that sort of day. And, obviously, neither had she. I shook my head and she nodded.
‘Just hold me, Harry. It has been beautiful. Thank you. Sorry about what I said earlier. You’ve been great with all of us.’
‘Hey, you’ve all been fabulous too. It’s been the best day of my life. Once in a lifetime, never to be replicated; never bettered.’
I kissed her thin lips then instinctively moved down her body. I sucked her fabulous tits again and kissed her belly. Her talk of never being brought to orgasm had thrown the gauntlet down. Now was the time to pick it up.
She clenched her knees together, said no, but I said yes and sank my head between them. My tongue traced intricate patterns on the insides of her thighs, each lick releasing her legs a little more till they fell open, totally exposing her. I was gentler than I had ever been in my life. Her pubic hair was quite long and got slightly in the way, but I opened her up and kissed her clitoris. My tongue moved lightly across her and my fingers played in her slippery entrance, teasing her, though never once venturing inside. I reached up, pulled her nipples and she came quickly and violently, tossing and bucking and grunting with every cyclic wave of pleasure. Then she lay so still I thought she was asleep.
‘Harry?’ Her voice was just a whisper. ‘That was - oh, my God! - fantastic.' She breathed deeply and her eyes rolled. 'Thank you.’ She kissed my lips, tasted herself there and moaned with pleasure. ‘God, that tastes good!’ Then there was silence between us. Everything had been said. At least, I thought so.
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