Down and Dirty: Edited by Alison Tyler, Foreword by Cheyenne Blue (Free Excerpt)

Free Excerpt from Down and Dirty

down and dirty cleis press alison tyler sexy short stories anthologyDown and Dirty is a collection of 69 super sexy short stories, published by Cleis Press.

The “Queen of the Quickie” returns with fresh flash fiction that will make you beg for more. The editor of Frenzy, Alison Tyler has collected 69 super sex, short-short stories designed to leave you breathless. In the editor’s own words, “While the themes cover any X-rated connoisseur’s favourite lustful laundry list, all of the pieces have one thing in common: they’re dirtier than dirty… just the way I like them!”

On a mission to provide something scintillating for every erotic desire, Ms. Tyler introduces stories about sexy spankings, bondage, ménage à trois, sex toys, voyeurism, exhibitionism and much, much more.

Down and Dirty showcases the salacious sex writers Maxim Jakubowski, Thomas S Roche, M. Christian, Sage Vivant, N.T. Morley, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Dante Davidson and more. Perfect for reading at the beach, on the train, during a coffee break or any time you’ve got a minute!

“Alison has a fine eye for assembling an anthology and these stories, like fine wine and women with good cheekbones, with age beautifully.” – From the forward by Cheyenne Blue

You can get your copy of Down and Dirty, the racy reads anthology edited by Alison Tyler right here at Amazon.co.uk for just £10.20 hard copy, paperback version (free postage to the UK) or £6.59 Kindle edition.

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“Summer Rain” by Thomas S. Roche

“Look at that rainbow,” Lindsay said. “It’s incredible.”

It had been raining earlier as we drove through the Napa Valley, a warm summer rain that turned the wine-swollen countryside to great fields of mud. About a half-hour before, the rain had trailed off, and now hanging in an arch over the hills was a rainbow so brilliant it hurt my eyes to look at.

“We’ve got to take a picture,” she said, pulling the sports car over to the side of the little highway before motioning me toward a crude wooden fence, about chest high, made of split logs.

I leaped over a couple of puddles, climbed up the fence and perched on one splintery log.

She clicked a photo with the disposable camera and smiled.

“Now take one of me,” she said. “Quick, before it goes away.”

I glanced behind me and saw the rainbow hanging above us far away, brilliant as ever. I climbed down and took my place in front of the car as Lindsay clambered onto the fence and settled on a big thick log. She threw her arms up in a cheerleader-style “L,” which she did a lot when posing for pictures. “L” was for “Lindsay,” but in this case it also served to frame the rainbow. She flashed a big, bright smile.

I stood in front of the car and looked at her through the viewfinder. Her white T-shirt was still a little damp from when we’d gotten caught in the rain an hour before. I could see the contours of her firm tits and the peaks of her nipples, showing through the thin bra she wore. The spirals of lace accented the small mounds. Her khaki shorts, reaching to mid-thigh, were similarly damp, revealing the outline of her body as they hung low, beltless, on the swell of her hips.

“Any day now,” she said.

“Just a sec,” I said, savoring the view of her with the shape of her nipples exposed, her strawberry-blonde hair damp with long-ago rain. I smiled.

“What’s the holdup?” she asked.

“Take off your shirt.”

Her skin, pink at all times, grew pinker still. “This is a public road.”

“Exactly. Take off your shirt.”

She thought about it for a moment, then whipped off her white T-shirt. Her perfect tits looked incredible, their curves revealed through the thin mesh with its spray of opaque lace at the bottoms.

I snapped a couple of pictures. I could see Lindsay blushing, but after the first few I could also tell she was enjoying herself. When she flashed her smiling “L” again to capture the rainbow, the white T-shirt slipped from her hand.

“Now the shorts,” I told her.

“What? You are crazy.”

“You have to change your shirt anyway. Might as well change everything.”

“I don’t have another clean pair,” she said.

“I do,” I told her. I moved the camera to the side and mouthed, “Please?”

After a moment, she hooked her feet between the split logs of the crude fence and, without unzipping them, snugged her shorts down over her hips. Underneath she wore the skimpiest thong I’d ever seen. White mesh, totally see-through, showing her strawberry- blonde pubic hair.

“Very nice,” I said as she spread her legs just enough to pause the shorts around her knees. “I especially like the fact that you’re still wearing your hiking boots. That’s sexy.”

The shutter clicked.

She went to pull the shorts up, and I said, “Uh-uh. Take them all the way off.”

“This is getting ridiculous,” she said.

“What have you got to lose?” I asked her.

“A couple hundred dollars for an indecent exposure citation?” she said.

“I’ll pay it,” I told her. “Please?”

Her hands were quivering as she lowered her khaki shorts further, slipping them over her ankles. She looked awkwardly at the shorts.

“Toss them to me,” I said.

Looking guilty, she tossed me the shorts and I caught them neatly, tossing them through the open driver’s side window without looking back. I clicked the shutter and Lindsay made movements like she was starting to get down.

“I’m not finished with you,” I said. “Take off the bra.”

Maybe she had passed the point of no return; maybe her arousal was clouding her judgment. She didn’t argue, just looked at me with a need for reassurance.

“You’re sure?”

“It’ll be all right,” I said. “Show me your tits.”

She glanced back at the rainbow. It was still there, gleaming brilliantly.

“Quick,” I said. “Before the rainbow goes away.”

She unhitched the front clasp of her bra and peeled the moist see-through mesh away from her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were very hard now, and very pink. Like her face. She smiled and made her “L,” and I could see her hands were shaking a little. It wasn’t that cold.

“This is turning you on,” I said, before I looked through the viewfinder and clicked.

“Yeah, I guess,” she said, looking embarrassed. She thought about it for an instant, and I saw her eyes dart back toward the rainbow.

“Enough to get you wet?”

“I’m already wet,” she said, running her hands through her dripping hair.

“You know what I’m talking about,” I said, clicking the shutter.

“Yeah,” she said. “I do.”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Touch your pussy and find out.”

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