Table Of ContentNAUGHTY WHISPERS
More Bedtime Tales
By
MICHELLE HOUSTON
A Renaissance E Books publication
ISBN 158873-340-8
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Copyright © 2004 by Michelle Houston
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DEDICATION
There are so many people I want to thank not only for this collection of stories,
but for all of the erotica (and other things) I have written.
First and foremost–thank you to my husband. I know many erotica writers who
have to hide what they do, not only from their parents, co-workers and such, but
also from their spouse. They fear being shunned and discouraged from
continuing with something they love. I have no such fears with my husband. He
has always supported me, even when he complained of having to share me with
my computer.
While at this time, my child is too young to read the tales I am sharing with you,
one day she may. I only hope that I have done my job as a parent well enough
that she embraces the world with an open mind. So to my Doodle this anthology
is also dedicated. My little angel who constantly interrupted me while writing to
play her game or type her ABC's. I love you Doodle ... but you sure make it hard
to write at times.
Special thanks to Mlyn and Jude–wonderful ladies who have encouraged,
laughed with me, edited for me, and at times kept me going. Many heartfelt
thanks to Sascha and Derek, for their editing assistance and constant support.
I would also like to say thank you to the members of the Erotica Readers and
Writers Association–past, present and future. Without you, there wouldn't be
such a wonderful haven for erotic creativity. Adrienne, you are a wonderful lady
for making ERWA possible. There are other erotic writers websites out there, but
they all pale in comparison. Bravo!
And last but certainly not least, thank you to all of the individuals to whom
certain stories are dedicated. While they aren't marked, you know who you are.
You have all touched my life, encouraged my own attempts at writing, and
inspired me.
Michelle Houston
FOREWORD
All of the stories contained herein were written for others to enjoy. Although I do
admit, I would write even if I didn't enjoy sharing my words with others. It is my
hope that you will find my tales delightful to your senses, and that they tease
(and please) your mind and body. And if you should happen to feel a tingle at the
base of your spine, a warm curling sensation in your stomach, or the throbbing
of your pulse against the seam of your jeans–all the better.
I write what I am moved, what I am inspired to write. Be it by a casually spoken
idea, a fantasy shared between friends, moments from my own memories, or a
curiosity that lingers in my mind, but will never become reality.
Most of my stories in this anthology revolve around committed relationships.
Some explore the more tender side, with soft caresses and loving touches. But
tenderness is not always the core of sensuality and sex. Sometimes the bite of a
stinging slap can be just as poignant as a lingering kiss. Each character has their
own turn ons and kinks and each story has its own dynamics. So not all of the
tales will suit each reader as some contain light bondage, anal sex, spankings and
sex toys. A couple stories even involve other characters.
Some stories even go beyond the realm of reality, and explore paranormal
elements such as ghosts, myths or the future.
If you are familiar with my earlier ebooks, then you will find a couple of stories
familiar–but for the most part, they are all original to this anthology.To be
precise, "Early To Rise" and "Into Each Day" were both in my second ebook,
"Bi Sexual"
Also, not all of these characters were originally written to be male-female
couples. A fan requested that I modify some of my MM stories into MF stories,
and I have to admit, the idea intrigued me, so I did. I have always thought that it
isn't about the sex of the characters, but rather about the interaction between
them that makes a story. "A Taste and A Tease" was originally written as "Slow
and Steady," "Early To Rise" was originally "The Wake-Up Call," and "Into
Each Day" was originally "At One With Nature ... and Love."
It is my hope that you enjoy the second volume of Bedtime Tales.
Now relax and let me whisper sweet nothings and naughty little tales to you.
CONTENTS
A Taste of Heaven
A Tease and A Taste
Assume The Position
Blackout
By The Light of the Moon
Chrysalis
Early To Rise
Emergence
Into Each Day
Love in Zero G
Making Time
On Angel Wings
Pandora: The Gift of the Gods
Passion's Storm
Peeping Ghost
Renewal
Sensual Bonds
Shields of Blue: Struggle Within
A TASTE OF HEAVEN
He checked in by himself. That in itself wasn't enough to intrigue me. The fact
that he was tall, dark haired and handsome added to him being alone was. The
other clerk, Beth, had to run to the bathroom, so it was my luck to be at the front
desk, when he asked for a room. He wasn't picky, which was good, since we
only had one room left. Valentine's day seemed to be a busy time for us, of
which we all were glad.
"We only have the one room left sir. Room ten, right down the hall."
"That we be fine, and please, call me Seth," he answered softly. I handed him the
sign in log, took his credit card and finished the forms.
"Everything is all set." I grabbed the room key, then headed around the desk and
moved to pick up his bag, but he was quicker.
"I can get it, if you'll just show me which way to go." I nodded and moved ahead
of him. Opening the door to his room, I stepped inside and turned to face him.
"I'm Dakota. If there is anything you need, just ask."
He smiled, but his eyes were sad. "I'll do that. Thank you Dakota." I smiled
again and left. As I walked away, I felt funny, almost as if I shouldn't be leaving,
that I was passing up something in my life. Shaking it off, I continued about my
work.
*
Later, I was rushing about in the kitchen, grabbing plates of food and putting
them on my tray. The dinner rush had hit and we all were feeling it hard. Some
wished to dine in their room or cabin and others chose to dine in the dining
room. Getting all of their orders prepared and to them within a reasonable time
was straining us all. After dropping my second plate, I grew rather frustrated.
My boss patted my shoulder and told me to take a break. Sighing I looked at her
to apologize. "It's ok Dakota. You're still trying to get the hang of this. The rest
of us have already dealt with Christmas and New Year's so we are old hands at it.
"Just go sit down for a little while. Relax, and calm down. It will be okay."
Turning to her trusty cook, she helped him fix another plate for the diner whose
food was all over the floor. Another waitress was cleaning up the mess as I left.
Sitting down at the one empty table in the dinning room, I sighed. I enjoyed my
job and I didn't want to loose it. It was fun work and I got to meet interesting
people.
At that moment, Seth entered the room and looked around. He headed toward
me, and I got up to let him have the table.
"Please, don't get up. I could use some company." I sat back down and scooted
over so he could sit next to me. The curved couch was roomy, but he still ended
up pressed against my side. His long legs stretched out under him, his left leg
pressed against the length of my right one.
"I can't stay long. I'm on a break."
"You look like it has been a rough day." I nodded and sighed again.
"Sometimes it helps to talk about it."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you." He grinned and placed his hand over mine.
"Sometimes, it helps to hear about other people's days. It helps keep me
grounded."
"What do you mean?" I glanced at him, noticing the shadows under his eyes. He
looked tired and almost, depressed.
"Life hasn't been all it is dreamed to be the last year. Sometimes, I get so stuck in
my own misery, I forget that the world goes on. If you tell me about your day, it
will help."
The heat of his hand over mine was nice, and comforting. As I told him about
the last hour, I felt almost like it wasn't so bad.
My boss peeked her head out of the kitchen and I looked at Seth again. "I need
to get back to work. I'm sorry, but we are really busy, and..."
"I understand." Standing, I asked him what he wanted for dinner.
"Something simple, a burger and fries or chicken. I'm not very hungry."
"Okay. I'll have it out to you soon."
As I turned to leave, he whispered my name. It was so faint; I almost thought I
imagined it. "Dakota, what time do you get off of work?"
"In about an hour. Why?"
"Would you meet me in the game room? I could use some company, if you want
to that is." I grinned and assured him I didn't mind.
"I'll be there in about an hour."
*
The next hour passed in a blur of motion. I seemed to have regained my footing
and a co-worker even stopped me to comment on my grin. Until then, I wasn't
aware that I had even been grinning.
After clocking out, I went into the bathroom and changed clothes, then grabbed
my bag and headed for the game room.
Opening the door, I immediately noticed Seth leaning over the table to take a
shot at the eight ball. I took a moment to admire the lines of his body then closed
the door after he sank the ball.
"Hi," he whispered.
"Hi."
"How was the rest of your shift?"
"Good," dragging a chair over to the pool table, I sat down and sighed. It felt so
good to rest for a while.
He lined up another shot, and sank the nine ball, ending his game. Pulling out the
other chair, he sat down and faced me, his deep blue eyes shrouded with
thoughts I could only guess at.
"So ..." I said, not one to like long silences.
He grinned and covered my hand with his again. Giving it a quick squeeze, he
pulled away.
"Thank you Dakota."
"For what?" I had an idea what he meant, but I wanted it to be clear.
"For being here. For taking some time, and keeping me company. Hell, just for
smiling. It has been so long since I have seen a woman smile at me." His voice
dropped as he continued.
"My wife died a year ago. We were coming back from a romantic night on the
town. Money was tight, so we weren't able to get away like we wanted, so we
settled for dinner, when all I wanted was to give her the stars.
"Another car slid on a patch of ice and slammed into her side of the car. She died
on the way to the hospital. I was knocked unconscious, temporarily and woke up
to the ambulance staff loading her into their rig. I never got a chance to say
goodbye."
Tears slid down my face as he told of his wife's death. His own eyes misted, as
he raised a hand to wipe the tears from my checks.
"She wouldn't want you to cry. She loved to make people laugh. She loved to
laugh, hell, she just loved; life, children, snowflakes, and kittens, it didn't matter.
She was so full of love. It didn't matter than I couldn't provide much for her, all
that mattered was that she loved me."
He fell silent, and I wasn't sure what to say. I'm sorry seemed so trite, compared
to what he had lost, so I said nothing.
"I'm sorry Dakota. I didn't mean to make you cry."
"It's ok," I whispered back. He slid his hand over mine again and curled his
fingers around my palm.
*
We sat like that for a while, in silence, just holding hands. It felt peaceful.
"I should let you get home." He finally spoke.
