Erotic Bedtime Stories podcast
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A Naughty Christmas Pudding
(I forgot how much I liked this story, so I went ahead and recorded it for my Erotic Bedtime Stories podcast, and I’m reposting it here for your holiday enjoyment.) It was a very gray day, indeed. Rain beat against the roof in fits and starts, sending Edward into a reverie of a time when he’d once convinced his young children that the sound was the pattering hooves of Santa’s reindeer. Those very children would be bringing their own children to dinner, and his lovely wife, Margery, was downstairs now making the whole house shine and smell of good things. His life was good, if not a little dull.…
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Elves on the Shelf (a Euph-off Christmas Edition tale)
It’s been awhile since I wrote a short story, so it only makes perfect sense that my first story in months be absolutely terrible…on purpose! Takes a bit of the pressure off, eh? Anyhow, as I considered what I might write for the #EuphOff Christmas Edition, I couldn’t stop thinking about those naughty little elves on the shelf. There are a lot of reasons I don’t have one in my house. Not only do I find them a touch creepy, I also know my husband and son would have entirely too much fun putting it in compromising situations. So, without further ado… “Oh, Gustave! Fuck me harder!” Sparkle flipped her glitter-dusted,…
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Following Instructions
It hung there, unopened, creamy white and expectant in midair. An unmarked envelope tied to a string over the kitchen counter. She sat down her work things, piled her keys and purse on the counter, slipped off her blazer and placed it over the dining room chair. With a smile that betrayed her prudence, she took hold of the envelope and detached it from the string that held it. Placing her finger under the flap, running it along the length, she split the paper slowly and gently, exposing a folded card, which she dislodged from its encasement and flipped open. Take off your clothes, right where you are. Leave them…
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Photographs (revisited)
(This story was originally published in 2012 in three parts. I’m re-publishing it here, with its audio version, as a complete text, as I update the fiction on this site.) Tanya was a pretty, yet plain woman. The only thing that set her apart from the crowd was her hair — a fiery orange-red and naturally curly. She kept it long only because she had no other choice. If she cut it, she’d be sporting an afro, which she felt would look odd atop her 5’7″, 140 pound, translucently pale and abundantly freckled frame. She wore simple, dark clothing and avoided patterns, figuring her hair was resplendent enough. Even her…
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The Tenant – 1941
I’m cleaning up some old posts and revising some old stories. This is one from the very early days…I wrote it back in college, so some 20 years ago. I recently used it for my podcast Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories. They’d been living in the same house for 67 days. But she looked at the dog with more affection; and she spoke to herself more often. He was immanent, however. His circumference was widening in her space. He was filling the air with his need for the smell of her hair, a glimpse of the garter holding her one threadbare pair of stockings in place, too low, just above…
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Eating Out
I’m cleaning up some early blog work and updating it to merge with my podcast (Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories), so I figured, since many of these stories predate most of my current readership, I’d refresh and re-post them as “new to (some) of you.” This one is actually based on some real people and is part of an early fantasy that Mr. D and I had in our beginning dating days. We used to go to this Italian restaurant where “Harmony” and “Cole” worked and we’d talk about what we’d like to do with them. Of course, nothing ever happened, and both of these beautiful young people moved on to…
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Hell to Pay
If you’d rather listen… He pulled over at the head of the trail and told me to take off all of my clothes. Looking at him with incredulity, I opened my mouth to argue…but thought better of it. This was a punishment, and it was meant to be as uncomfortable as he could make it. Naked, and highly aware of it, I opened the truck door and stepped down on to the damp fall leaves. They created a sort of rust and gold carpet leading all the way to the gate at the end of the path. We’d been here just a few days ago, exploring and taking photos. The…
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Bedtime Stories 3: “Traffic Stop” (Audio/Podcast)
Story originally published as “Traffic Stop” on the Lustful Literate website, Feb. 13, 2012.
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Bedtimes Stories 2: “The Tenant – 1941” (audio/podcast)
I finally got my second story recorded for my podcast! This one is the second story I published on my website back in something like 2010 or so, but I wrote it while I was still in college…probably my second year. So, it’s been around awhile. Hope you enjoy! The Tenant, part 1 The Tenant, part 2 The Tenant, part 3 The Tenant, part 4
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Bedtime Stories #1: “Eating Out” (audio/podcast)
So, I did a thing today. And I have to say, now that I’ve done it, I have a whole new respect for those who record podcasts in their own homes. I must have started and restarted this recording 25 times before I got one that was acceptable. Airplanes, dogs barking, phones ringing… Doesn’t the world respect my erotic storytelling enough to stop spinning for 20 freaking minutes while I record? I’m starting from the beginning here, too, just because it’s been so long since I (or anyone else) has read or heard these stories. This is the first erotic story I shared on the internet. It was based on…
