Teardrops

by Jacqueline Applebee

Are you only happy when it rains? Sad tales of desire occur to me more than I wanted people to know; much more than seemed fitting for a happy-go-lucky creator of erotic fiction. Be aware, there are more than kisses and flowers when it comes to lust. There are pierced hearts, wilting roses, and the ever present drip-drops of tears.

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An Excerpt from Dancing in the

I didn't switch on the lights when I ushered the men indoors. I just shuffled out of my coat, and continued to dance with them in the shadows of my room.

Ted held me from behind, wrapping long elegant fingers around my wrist.  I could feel his hard on pressing against my ass, an insistent knock at the door. Nathan cupped my face; traced the outline of my features in the dark.  I fingered the short bristly growth of his hair, smooth like suede.  I wanted to feel it rubbing over my breasts.Ted laid his face against my shoulder, and he licked along from my bra strap to my neck.  I shuddered as he gently devoured me.  I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.  A mere two hours ago I had been ready to say goodbye to everything and everyone I had known, but right there and then, I was grateful to be alive, thankful to have two amazing men in my arms.

But then, just like that, the cold light of reality intruded in on us.  Nathan fumbled in the gloom, and he flicked on my bedroom light.  I stood beneath the bright yellow bulb, aware of what the two men must be seeing.

"What happened to your room?" Ted asked in a shocked tone.  "Where's all your stuff?  Where the hell is your bed?"

I felt the blood rush to my face, feeling ashamed at the situation.

"I was going away," I mumbled weakly. "I didn't intend on coming back."

45 pages, Kindle Edition

First published July 30, 2010

About the author

I am a black British bisexual female writer. Someone described me as a woman who "kisses everyone she wants to!" I couldn't agree with them more.

When it comes to erotic fiction, my stories, characters and settings are based in the real world, even when they are paranormal. I write about regular (and irregular) people such as yourself having wild times, regardless of age, sexual orientation, disability, ethnicity, or any other variant.