Sticky Notes

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 16,300
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A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes.

Sticky Notes by Sommer Marsden

Something’s got Loren so horny she’s squirming – but Steven’s got an early night. Inspiration strikes in the form of a post it note - she leaves a brazen message on his morning coffee pot. What’s his wildest fantasy? Lucky for Loren, he isn’t too shy to leave an answer. And she’s about to find out just how much passion you can cram into a tiny little sticky note.

Visions of Marlon by Dineen Riordan

Summer heat can do strange things to people. It can turn a hunky bricklayer into a vision of the young Marlon Brando, and the woman that watches him into a voyeur who fantasises about cheating on her puritan husband. Brando the builder approaches the house as the heat rises, challenging her to sacrifice her inhibitions and recreate movie scenes that would barely get past the censors.

Upside down with a tub of Yoghurt by Sally Quilford

Charity is intent on corrupting her beautiful fiance Ben. Even if the setting is a weekend away in a cottage with his apparently religious and uptight family - including Uncle Jack the Reverend. And even if Uncle Jack decides Charity’s not the one for his nephew, she’s not going to let her handcuffs and a tub of delicious cherry yoghurt go to waste.

Cocksucker by Lori Selke

Her boyfriend is a shy boy. He’s nervous about telling her what he wants. She’s curious, too: why exactly does he want to suck her fake dildo-dick? He kneels in front of her and she stands with her purple strap-on pointing right in his face, carefully working her way through his fantasies to discover what he deep down really wants, even if he’s too scared to admit it.

On the Beach by Primula Bond

A deserted sandy beach is the perfect spot for a little nude sunbathing. And a bit of sunbathing so easily turns into a bit of teasing. She’s enjoying her own body when she realises that a beautiful, stray young surfer has washed up on the beach next to her. He’s thirsty, and she’s got a full bottle of lemonade that she’s happy to share – things are bound to get fizzy.

These stories have also been published in Five Minute Fantasies Three.

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Sticky Notes

Xcite Books Ltd

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Word Count: 16,300
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I’d like to blame it on the wine but I’m not much of a liar. I will chalk it up to a really good sweaty romp and then a rather erotic thriller. The movie got me going all over again but by the time the good parts were over, it was time for Steven to go to bed.
‘Good night, love.’ He ruffled my short blonde hair and gave me a long lingering kiss. ‘We need to do that again tomorrow but for now I’m off to bed. Early morning.’
And he was gone and I was horny. Again. I finished my wine, flipped through a magazine, and read a sex survey. That didn’t help. Basically, I stewed in my own juices, so to speak.
I was just about to give up. Throw in the towel. When it hit me. Again, maybe the wine, maybe the thriller, maybe the fuck. I really don’t know what did it. I didn’t care. I grabbed the pad of sticky notes from the desk and began writing furiously. When I went to bed, it was stuck to the coffee pot. My little love note for Steven.
What do you want? Your wildest fantasy (or fantasies). Anything you want. Spill!
Love,
Loren

I had forgotten the note in the morning. It was Saturday so I lingered in bed. I was sad, I’ll admit, that Steven had to go to work. His side of the bed, cold and unoccupied was enough to make me want to call him and tell him to come home. Come home and fuck your woman. In my mind’s eye I could see myself dialling my cell. I could hear myself making this giggling but authoritative command. He had to work, though, and I was fine with that. I was just lonely.
I ran my hands over my soft negligee. Felt my nipples turn to hard pink pearls under my fingers. My pussy went soft and wet and I let out a sigh. Somehow, as horny as I was, the thought of rubbing one off alone in bed was disappointing. I would go downstairs and make some coffee and wait until Steve got home. Then I would attack him like a horny mountain lion.
I was still laughing at the thought of a hormone-induced attack on my studly guy when I wandered into the kitchen. There it was. Hot pink. Innocent to look at. A sticky note for me.

TO SEE YOU WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. NO TOUCHING FOR ME. JUST WATCHING.
LOVE
STEVE

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