SHIVER: 13 Sexy Tales of Humor and Horror by C.C. Wood, N.M. Silber, Liv Morris, Belle Aurora, R.S. Grey, Daisy Prescott, Jodie Beau, Z.B. Heller, Penny Reid, Ruth Clampett, Ashley Pullo, L.H. Cosway, Jennie Marts Page A
Authors: C.C. Wood, N.M. Silber, Liv Morris, Belle Aurora, R.S. Grey, Daisy Prescott, Jodie Beau, Z.B. Heller, Penny Reid, Ruth Clampett, Ashley Pullo, L.H. Cosway, Jennie Marts
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that means so much to him? Certainly one of my friends can give me a Xanax or something to get me through the party.
“Okay,” I whisper just loud enough for him to hear. But then I wink at him to seal the deal.
He leaps out of his chair and rushes over, pulling me out of my seat. Next thing I know he’s holding me tightly as his hands wander the last places I would expect them to be early on a workday morning. I lean into him enjoying every touch.
“As for that revealing costume…I have to warn you, I’m a little curvier these days.” I slide his hand over my hip and then up to cup my breast, hoping he thinks the idea of that isn’t all bad.
“Are you kidding me? You know how much I love your curves. You’re going to be the sexiest Wonder Woman ever,” he says with a happy sigh. There’s a sincerity in his tone that makes me love him even more.
I lean my cheek against his chest and listen to his heart pound. I love that after all this time I can still get him worked up so easily.
When his hand slides down to my ass and he squeezes it lovingly, I cringe that he has so much to grab onto.
There’s no way around it… Zumba class, here I come.
***
Several weeks later I’m returning from my Saturday afternoon errands and grocery run when I notice a collection of neighbors in front of our house. I stop my car and lean my head out the window hoping to see what several of them are pointing at. When my gaze settles on the addition to our roofline I let out a long sigh. Metropolis . I forgot it was being installed today.
I park the car and get out, planning how I’m going to do damage control. Is there some kind of big-brother community policy against adding weird stuff to our house that we didn’t know about? It’s not like we painted the house hot pink or something. I stop and study the addition more thoughtfully. It’s handsome, rather art deco and design-y. Maybe we’ll just leave it up after the party. That’ll show ‘em.
Mr. UCLA guy with his poodle on a leash is scowling. This from the man who hangs school banners all over his house when there’s a big game. I pull back my shoulders and prepare for battle.
When I step up to the group, our next door neighbor Brian grins. “Is someone visiting from Planet Krypton?”
“How’d you guess?” I tease back.
“Planet what?” asks Mrs. Rogerson, the sweet old lady from across the street who now looks a little alarmed.
I give her a warm smile. “He’s joking, Mrs. Rogerson. It’s a reference to Superman.”
“Dearie, is that why there’s a doll hanging off of it?” she asks.
I cup my hand over my brow to shield the sun and look up at the structure. “What doll?”
She hands me her binoculars and points to the right. “The one dangling off the thing in the back.”
I take the binoculars and hold them up, wondering the entire time what else Mrs. Rogerson watches through these things. I have to scan and focus before I see what she’s referring to. A Superman doll the size of a Ken doll is extended from a wire off the main structure. Wow. Nathan isn’t holding back with the decorations…not even a little bit.
“That’s Superman. He’s flying around Metropolis,” I say as I hand the binoculars back.
“I told you!” Brian says, smirking at Mr. UCLA.
“Cool,” says Derek, our teenage neighbor who’s going to pass out the candy at our house Halloween night if he can part from his video games long enough.
I turn to the group. “This is part of our Halloween decorations. We’re having a Superhero party and you’re all invited.” I assume none of them will come but a little goodwill goes a long way.
“How cute,” Mrs. Rogerson says.
“I hope you don’t mind that Nathan got the decorations up a little early.”
“Not at all,” says Brian.
Mr. UCLA walks away with a resigned mutter.
The crowd breaks up. I let out a sigh. Crisis averted. Now let me go find my man.
“Nathan,” I call out after setting the grocery
“Okay,” I whisper just loud enough for him to hear. But then I wink at him to seal the deal.
He leaps out of his chair and rushes over, pulling me out of my seat. Next thing I know he’s holding me tightly as his hands wander the last places I would expect them to be early on a workday morning. I lean into him enjoying every touch.
“As for that revealing costume…I have to warn you, I’m a little curvier these days.” I slide his hand over my hip and then up to cup my breast, hoping he thinks the idea of that isn’t all bad.
“Are you kidding me? You know how much I love your curves. You’re going to be the sexiest Wonder Woman ever,” he says with a happy sigh. There’s a sincerity in his tone that makes me love him even more.
I lean my cheek against his chest and listen to his heart pound. I love that after all this time I can still get him worked up so easily.
When his hand slides down to my ass and he squeezes it lovingly, I cringe that he has so much to grab onto.
There’s no way around it… Zumba class, here I come.
***
Several weeks later I’m returning from my Saturday afternoon errands and grocery run when I notice a collection of neighbors in front of our house. I stop my car and lean my head out the window hoping to see what several of them are pointing at. When my gaze settles on the addition to our roofline I let out a long sigh. Metropolis . I forgot it was being installed today.
I park the car and get out, planning how I’m going to do damage control. Is there some kind of big-brother community policy against adding weird stuff to our house that we didn’t know about? It’s not like we painted the house hot pink or something. I stop and study the addition more thoughtfully. It’s handsome, rather art deco and design-y. Maybe we’ll just leave it up after the party. That’ll show ‘em.
Mr. UCLA guy with his poodle on a leash is scowling. This from the man who hangs school banners all over his house when there’s a big game. I pull back my shoulders and prepare for battle.
When I step up to the group, our next door neighbor Brian grins. “Is someone visiting from Planet Krypton?”
“How’d you guess?” I tease back.
“Planet what?” asks Mrs. Rogerson, the sweet old lady from across the street who now looks a little alarmed.
I give her a warm smile. “He’s joking, Mrs. Rogerson. It’s a reference to Superman.”
“Dearie, is that why there’s a doll hanging off of it?” she asks.
I cup my hand over my brow to shield the sun and look up at the structure. “What doll?”
She hands me her binoculars and points to the right. “The one dangling off the thing in the back.”
I take the binoculars and hold them up, wondering the entire time what else Mrs. Rogerson watches through these things. I have to scan and focus before I see what she’s referring to. A Superman doll the size of a Ken doll is extended from a wire off the main structure. Wow. Nathan isn’t holding back with the decorations…not even a little bit.
“That’s Superman. He’s flying around Metropolis,” I say as I hand the binoculars back.
“I told you!” Brian says, smirking at Mr. UCLA.
“Cool,” says Derek, our teenage neighbor who’s going to pass out the candy at our house Halloween night if he can part from his video games long enough.
I turn to the group. “This is part of our Halloween decorations. We’re having a Superhero party and you’re all invited.” I assume none of them will come but a little goodwill goes a long way.
“How cute,” Mrs. Rogerson says.
“I hope you don’t mind that Nathan got the decorations up a little early.”
“Not at all,” says Brian.
Mr. UCLA walks away with a resigned mutter.
The crowd breaks up. I let out a sigh. Crisis averted. Now let me go find my man.
“Nathan,” I call out after setting the grocery
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