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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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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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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…
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Photographs (fiction, part 3)
Listen instead: part 1 part 2part 3 The next morning, Tanya made it to the bus stop even earlier than normal, having walked there quickly and with an uncharacteristic determination in her step. It wasn’t quite the expectation that she’d see him, or another photograph; she found herself feeling something she hadn’t felt since she was a girl. Hope. Sheer, blind, disconnected hope. Hope for something unknown. That innocent desire that brings a flutter to the chest and a heaviness to the belly. An anxious, slippery hope…which the bearer knows could just as easily turn to disappointment. So tenuous. So fragile. So delicious. Her gaze quickly flitted to…
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Photographs (fiction, part 2)
Listen instead: part 1 part 2part 3 The time at work couldn’t pass fast enough, and as she half walked, half ran to meet her bus, she nervously considered taking a different route, to avoid any possibility of bumping into the stranger. It was a strange feeling – wanting to confront him and wanting to avoid him at the same time. When the bus rolled to a stop, the doors opened and passengers poured onto the sidewalk around her. She waited until the entrance was clear and then ascended the three stairs, glancing skittishly to the back of the bus. Her stomach tightened and released, expanding with a…
