Bedtime Stories: A Collection of Erotic Fairy Tales
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All-new! Fairy tales retold with an erotic edge, by the national bestselling author of the Sons of Destiny series.
Jean Johnson sneaks between the covers of such classic fairy tales as Beauty and the Beast, Puss n' Boots, and Sleeping Beauty, and refashions them into bedtime stories for adults only. With clever gender twists, hot fetishistic turns, other-worldly desires, and explorations into forbidden territories, Bedtime Stories reveals a veritable garden of sensual delights that gives new meaning to the term "happy ending."
Some say it was a king, others a farmer, others a fisherman, so on and so forth. And normally—being a rabid equalist—I would balk at the medieval mind-set prompting the “moral” behind the original tale. But this being the modern world, there is plenty of room for mutually consenting activities of, shall we say, a kinkier than average nature? Plus, in the version I’ve chosen to tell, there is a message worthy of being gleaned. With all of that in mind, I decided that my own version would make for
embarrassment between us, and thus a point of tension between our lands. If it is a courtship gift, and we do not treat it with the respect such an offer deserves at the very least, again we may cause offense. Thus we must probe subtly at His Highness’s intentions.” “Do you have an idea, Your Highness?” the grand vizier asked. “Yes. If this is a prelude to a closer political relationship, it would behoove us to exchange more information about our own cultures. I will therefore send back several
Smiling, she drew him into the next room, where several more youths, some of them men and some of them women, awaited with towels and anointing oils, with the promised bath and finely woven clothes to follow it. “It will be here for as long as you wish it, Wali Daad. For as long as your heart is true.” Bemused and wordless, Wali Daad allowed himself to be bathed and readied for the day. SHE was every bit as beautiful as her letters had proclaimed. Not in a listing of her features, which were
to in the labs, or the food on her plate, Evanna couldn’t remember the last time she had paid attention to smells. Certainly not how a particular man smelled. “I see that even then, you were a very smart little girl,” the courier who wasn’t a courier murmured. “Books and videos and holograms aren’t the same as the real thing . . . and books and videos and holograms are all too easily shoved aside and locked away by the people who try to control you.” “They’re not controlling me,” she countered,
one, with the hotel and the hot springs. And then I’d like to see the second one, where your family lives. After that, I want to visit my own family. And after that . . . we will see. Because my contract does not specify I have to use each year’s vacation time solely within that year. With twenty years of vacation accrued, I could take off for a whole year and then some, if I wanted to. “I’m not sure if I want to, just yet, but I do want to get away. With your help, Captain,” she allowed, giving