Excitement! A new short story of mine, “Adrian,” can be found at the site For the Girls, an erotic e-zine for the ladies. You do have to pay to read the story, however, so here, a tease:

Lust at first sight was something Lila had thought she’d grown out of ten years ago, but that was until Adrian showed up with her older brother Isaac on her mother’s doorstep, wearing faded jeans and a grin that could make legs tremble. She gaped, frozen in the door frame and praying that neither of them could see her hardening nipples beneath her white maillot.

“Jesus, girl, the Berlin wall had nothing on you,” her brother teased. “What’s the secret to getting to the other side of the door?”

She forced herself to look at Isaac and crossed her arms over her chest. “Sorry, come on in.” She stepped back to let them in the house and tried to laugh. “I’ve been trying to match Mom and her friends drink for drink since noon, so I’m a little out of it.”

Isaac ruffled her hair as if they were teenagers again. “That doesn’t sound like you. Rumor has it you usually dance around in your underwear and scream Pat Benetar when you’re wasted.”

Lila gritted her teeth. “That was just college.”

“And the few years after that,” Isaac joked. “But obviously you’ve matured since then.”

“Too bad.” The man at his side attempted to shake his dark hair out of his eyes and let out a low chuckle that made Lila’s teeth clamp down on her bottom lip. “That’s a sight I would’ve liked to see.”

If Isaac had noticed the way his friend’s eyes traveled over Lila’s body, he didn’t say a word as he gestured between the two of them. “Li, this is Adrian. Like me, he’s here for the beer.”

“Touching,” Lila said after an inward struggle to regain her voice. “I’m sure that’s exactly what Mom wants to hear on her sixtieth birthday.”

Isaac gave his sister’s arm a playful nudge. “Please. I’m sure Mom and all her pals are too busy gulping down their fifth round of margaritas to even notice I’m here.”

She breathed out a laugh. “Make that the sixth round, actually.” She pointed out the sliding glass patio door. “All the excitement’s that way, and that includes the alcohol.”

“You’re the best.” Isaac patted her head like a prized dachshund and opened the door, making a beeline for the cooler.

Adrian brushed his arm against hers as he moved past her. “Thanks,” he murmured in a voice brimming with promises that made her clit throb. Then he was gone to mingle with the rest of the party guests.

Lila took a few gulps of air before joining the party, and spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with her mother and the party guests, all the while trying to assure herself that the dampness soaking her panties was a result of just meeting a new cute guy after months of being lonely and in between boyfriends.

But Adrian wasn’t cute. Baby ducks were cute. No, Adrian she wanted to fuck. There was just no denying it.
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