Underworlds

Underworlds

Various

Tales of Paranormal Lust

From the twilight zones of Mischief Books comes all new original paranormal lust from Janine Ashbless, Chrissie Bentley, Rose de Fer, Lisette Ashton, Charlotte Stein, Elizabeth Coldwell and many more.

Ten brand new paranormal erotica stories featuring vampires, werewolves and shape shifters. Stories written for those special nights when this world and all it offers is not going to be enough.

Includes my story RIDING THE GHOST TRAIN

I awoke with a start.  Was that laughter I heard?  It took me a moment to remember where I was, to connect the hard metallic ridges beneath me with the barely carpeted floor in the back of Ryan’s van, and the absolute stygian darkness with the fact that we were parked in a clearing in the middle of the park.   Lying on his side beside me, Ryan’s slow, rhythmic breathing let me know that whatever I’d heard had not awakened him, although the thick weight that pressed against my thigh told me that not all of his faculties were sleeping.


I shifted myself slightly, to mould my buttocks around the bulge – we were both fully clothed, but the night had grown chilly enough that we’d happily draped the comforter over us as we sat talking, listening, waiting.  Then, though neither of us had any intention of actually doing so, we must have fallen asleep.


Sleep was out of the question now, though.  Yes, that was laughter.  And faint behind it, voices, cheery and excited.  Snatches of music, too, and underpinning them, the low hum of machinery.  I wondered what I’d see if I sat up and wiped the condensation off the back windows.  The pitch black of Whiskeyport Springs Park, one summer night in 2011?   Or a scene from one of the sepia photographs that hung in frames around Ryan’s office wall, preserving this place as it was a century ago?


I closed my eyes and nestled closer to Ryan; he stirred slightly and an arm looped around me, the side of his wrist just grazing my breast.  I wriggled to try and make firmer contact – we weren’t dating, we weren’t lovers, we hadn’t even kissed.  But if I’d ever needed to feel another human being close alongside me, now was that moment.

What I Did On My Summer Holiday

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What I Did on my NEXT summer vacation!!!!

 NOW AVAILABLE - JAMAICA: WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION 2

Sun, sea, sand and sex.  And lots of it.

When work sends me down to the Caribbean, a week of business swiftly becomes a week of utter holiday madness.

Following up the acclaimed "What I Did On My Summer Vacation," find out what happens when I return to my favorite time of year ... for another sizzling collection of erotic stories, set against the exotic backdrop of Kingston, Jamaica. 

Six scorching stories transport me from a motorbike ride I will never forget, to a dancehall performance that nobody's forgotten; from an unexpected mountain movie shoot, to a long hot night in a haunted fortress. 


And much, much more.


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Researching Erotica

Another great posting on the Mischief website, about how we go about researching erotica.

It's not all fun and games, you know.  Or maybe it is.


Chrissie Bentley, contributor to The Visitor, Confessions, Submission, My Secret Life, Sex & The Stranger, At Your Mercy, Shameful Thrills, Exposure, Improper Conduct and Girls Girls Girls
Two come to mind. Utterly unerotically, one was about a 1920s English soccer team (for a chapter in my novel Below Blue London). It even won me a mention in an English soccer magazine! The other, which involved lots of hands-on research, was for a story about erotic photography. More than one story, in fact!

First Erotic Reads

Another great posting on the Mischief website, a bunch of erotic authors remembering their our first ever erotic read.


Chrissie Bentley, contributor to The Visitor, Confessions, Submission, My Secret Life, Sex & The Stranger, At Your Mercy, Shameful Thrills, Exposure, Improper Conduct and Girls Girls Girls
It was the classic Venus In India, and it taught me that the story, and the characters, are as important as the sex. It's still one of my favorite novels.

What's in a Name?

I’m Jenny

When he

Speaks to me

When there’s other folk around

Then

I’m Jen

In those moments when

We’re hanging on home ground

He calls me sweetheart

Darling, too

In a certain time and place

But he always calls me

Jennifer

When he’s cumming on my face

Best Fetish Erotica

First, take a medium-ripe cantaloupe.

The finest fetishes, I think you will agree, are the ones that haven't yet been fetishized; that is, the ones that still live and breathe and develop with their practitioners' needs, as opposed to those that have become so much a part of the language that even your parrot could recite the rules. Fetishes, in other words, that have become so fetishized that they could as easily be described as cliches. Ritual is one thing; the slavish (pun intended) adhesion to somebody else's idea of a good time, in the belief that that is the "correct" way of doing things, is something else.

Case in point - Shades Of Grey, and all who flail in her.

Best Fetish Erotica avoids those traps.


Read more at Eden Fantasys.

SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT

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Ten Magic Minutes

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