Three inter-linked tales from the sizzling hot Filthy Quickies series, centred around Theresa and David's marriage.
Shaved By My Husband - Terrie's sex life's non-existent, then her husband confesses he'd like to shave her Brazilian-bare and it all gets very steamy. A shower for two leads to the best sex of their marriage, with tongues, fingers and thumbs in all sorts of places. Maybe next time, she'll shave him.
Contains a husband shaving his wife, a wife playing with her husband's orifices and oral sex for both of them.
Waxed By My Wife - Their sex life has gone from strength to strength since she bought him a razor to shave away her nether hair. Now she wants to return the favour and wax him. The look in her eye promises some wild sex afterwards. Will it hurt too much, or is it just the excuse he needs to get her to kiss it better?
Contains eye-watering pubic waxing, hot oral sex and enough orgasms to make him forget all about the pain.
In His Wife's Panties - Terrie thinks her husband's having an affair. She knows he's been keeping a secret from her, but when she comes home early from work one day she catches him in her lacy panties. Seeing him like that brings out her dominant side and sends her rummaging in the sex-toy drawer to give him the 'punishment' he deserves.
Contains a husband in panties, a vibrator-wielding wife and orgasms for all.
These short stories total roughly 9,600 words and are not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
A couple of weeks after he’d planted the thought of shaving in my head, we had another night of mechanical sex. We were in a rut - I couldn't get wet, he could barely get hard. There were no orgasms for either of us that night and I decided that I had to go for it; anything was worth a try if it could save our sex-life. The next day in my lunch hour, I went to the drugstore and bought the nicest old-fashioned single-blade razor I could find.
The handle was ridged and black, the head was shiny silver and engraved with filigreed patterns. Definitely a symbolic artefact, hopefully one that would help us turn a new leaf. I'd never thought that a razor could become a sex-aid.
I got some gift-wrap and wrapped it up - I even put a bow on it. When I went home that night I was trembling with excitement. When David got home, I was so wet with anticipation that I could have jumped him right on the doorstep. But I wanted to bide my time, to make everything perfect. I'd waited a long time for the prospect of some good sex; I didn't want to rush it. Here was a night when I could put all those sex tips I'd been reading about into practice.
When he went to bed, I got my little present out and looked at it in the low light of the sitting room. All my hopes for a successful marriage lay in the piece of metal I held in my hand.
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Published March 16, 2012
by French Letters Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.