Archive | May 2012

Free erotic short “Recess” available on Smashwords!

Recess is now live on Smashwords and Amazon.com! Click on the cover to be taken off to download it for free! That’s right, this erotic story plus all four of the excerpts included inside are free. Enjoy!

Recess

When Mrs. Pickman visits her son’s school to discuss his academic progress, she finds herself in a compromising position with his teacher. Will she surrender to the demand of his touch? The kids are away, but how long will their stolen moment last? This erotic quickie is short but rich with sizzling detail. Can you handle the heat?

“Recess” is erotic flash fiction of more than 800 words and contains themes of reluctance, public sex, and digital stimulation. In addition to this, you also receive four steamy excerpts from some of the finest erotic stories written and published by Corinna Parr! Read at your own risk!

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“Wetware Dreams” Live on Smashwords and Amazon!

It’s finished! Do you have a hankering for a little spooky with your sexy? Have a look at Wetware Dreams! You can find it at Smashwords (click the image!) and on Amazon.com! Adults only, please, this one has some extremely mature themes… and won’t disappoint!

When Dorothy wakes from a dream of bonds, a laboratory and a frightening sexual tormenter, she thinks that she is safe from her own visions. Soon, however, the security of her suburban home is shaken by strange compulsions and erotic visitations. What kind of phantom stalks her unseen? Where does the dream end and the reality begin?

This story of almost five thousand words is filled with smoldering suspense, eerie eroticism and a world where nothing is quite as it seems– except for the searing orgasms.

An Excerpt from “Wetware Dreams”!

In her dream, Dorothy was bound to a gurney.

Leather straps crossed her shoulders and her ribs. They pinned Dorothy’s arms to her sides and pressed her back against the stainless steel beneath her. Squeezed between those bands, her breasts seemed even larger than they were. They strained the buttons of the threadbare grey shirt she wore.

A draft prickled over Dorothy’s legs, and she realized that she wasn’t wearing anything else. Below her thighs, where the shirt’s hem gave out, it was all plump, smooth flesh to the tips of her toes. As the chill crept higher, Dorothy tried to close her legs and was brought up short with a rattling sound. She raised her head.

Dorothy’s ankles had been shackled to the sides of the gurney.She struggled then, but all she could do was shift and raise her hips. The helplessness of that undulation clutched her heart and quickened her pulse. Dorothy had no idea where she was, or who had done this to her. She didn’t know what they wanted with her. All she knew was that she couldn’t get free.

Dorothy fell back against the gurney, breathing heavily. Strands of hair had fallen over her face, into her mouth, but she couldn’t brush them away. The only light in the room was a dull, remote fluorescence that did little more than touch the edges of objects around her. Unable to see well, Dorothy listened instead: to her own breath, and the whisper of conditioned air, and below these, to a hum that she could not identify.

She heard someone approaching.

Before Dorothy could turn her head, a face appeared above her. A face, or perhaps a mask. The eyes were bulbous, glassy, without whites or pupils; the nose hooked like the beak of an ibis. Dangling from the back of the head were greasy black things that might have been feathers, or tarred ropes. There was no mouth.

The thing reached for her. Dorothy tried to scream, but no sound came out.Its fingers narrowed at the tips to fine points. With a delicate motion of these points, the figure slipped the topmost of Dorothy’s buttons from its hole. Then the next, and the next, its fingertips clicking on the plastic of the buttons.

Dorothy shivered. Her shackles clattered against the gurney. With her torso pinned down, Dorothy could only watch as the thing moved its hands over her. Each button unfastened revealed more of her breasts and the deep cleft between them. Carefully, the stranger folded back her shirt between the straps until her bosom rose bare, kissed by the cool air and the fluorescent light.

Those fine fingertips brushed both of her breasts, tracing furrows into their curves. It stung a little, then tingled deep under the surface. The skin around Dorothy’s nipples puckered and the nipples themselves stiffened into prominent buds. She thought that the figure might rake them with its nails, but instead it turned its hands and cupped the sides of her breasts in its palms, pressing them together. Dorothy felt the sweat that had gathered between her breasts despite the chill. Trapped and motionless, she watched the masked stranger make mounds of her soft flesh. Her nipples were pushed close to each other and when they touched, the shock of it crackled down into her belly.

Again Dorothy tried to speak, to ask the figure what it was or beg it to stop, but all she heard was her own ragged breathing. Shadows gathered at the corners of her vision as the stranger’s touch took hold of her consciousness. Her chest rose and fell; her nipples ached to be fondled.Instead, the other put a hand between her legs. Dorothy’s thighs shook. She jerked her shackles in an effort to raise her knees and close them against that touch, but the bands around her ankles kept her legs spread wide.

She was both terrified and aroused, and powerless to prevent what was being done to her…

Which sequel should I write?

My computer, which I had to take in for repair work this weekend, should be fixed by the end of the day. Writing has slowed down as a result of lacking the big machine– I’m a creature of habit, what can I say? I like my big keyboard– and I’ve missed being able to work on more cover templates too. But! Soon all will be as it was.

To celebrate, here is a poll to give me an idea of which story sequel I should focus on after Wetware Dreams is finished. I have ideas for each of these options but I can’t decide which to work on first! So please help me, dear readers: what would you like to see next?