Coming Together
the erotic cocktail
volume 02
Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail
volume 2
Alessia Brio, editor
Copyright © 2010 Alessia Brio
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DEDICATION
this volume of Coming Together
is dedicated to
Laurel & Manu,
the gracious hosts
of the online erotic haven
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and
all the guardians of free speech
Table of Contents
Foreword
There is a whole other world out there. Nestled in among the spam, the fluff and the marketing tricks, hidden behind all those wasted bits and bytes, ordinary humanity has invaded the internet. It is no longer available only to computer geniuses; it is the domain of ordinary people. We can meet, make friends, fall in love, fall out of love. We can talk, we can learn, we can listen to points of view we'd never dreamed of.
We can also find ourselves thinking things we'd never dreamed of. Being a person that we'd never dreamed of.
The internet gives us a chance that was not available to previous generations. We can be anyone on the internet. We can reveal everything or nothing; we can create an entirely separate persona. In our real lives, we live out our days, working hour after hour, doing something utterly mundane and normal. Yet online, we can be someone different, someone dangerous, someone new. Someone sexy. We can come as we aren't.
When the authors from these books slip on the comforting vestments of their noms de plume, they become someone else. They become the people who their friends and families would be surprised to meet. They are free. Free from society's mores and manners, free to say anything, to do anything, to tell anything.
That freedom is why this book exists. Most of these authors are completely normal people. You would pass them on the street and (apart from a brief ogle) you wouldn't give them a second glance. Yet inside, they are wild and dangerous. Sexual, sensual beings, who aren't afraid to vocalise their fantasies and who have the skill and ability to transmute those feelings into delicious words.
We come from every corner of the globe, from every walk of life, from every race, country, creed and colour. We have different politics, different religions, different opinions and different sexualities. Yet we come together on one thing – We are free.
This book is a presentation of that freedom. It is here because we want to share what we have. The feelings that each story evokes are our gift to you and we sincerely hope that you enjoy them.
If you do, remember this. These stories are only there because we feel free to express our inner sexuality. And I believe that we make the world and ourselves just that little bit better by doing it.
And all because of a few bits and bytes.
~ The Earl
August 2005
Preface
Coming Together was conceived online in the Literotica.com® Author's Hangout. It is the result of many hours of collaboration between some very talented authors, poets, and illustrators who have (ahem) "come together" to produce a scintillating erotic cocktail.
In each volume of this serial, the reader may partake of a variety of intoxicating spirits: group sex, romance, both hetero- and homosexual romps, humor, incest, bondage, anal sex, dominance/submission, fantasy, and fetish. While each individual ingredient may not suit the tastes of every reader, the savory combination of flavors is sure to stir every imagination.
Proceeds from the sale of this volume of Coming Together will be donated to Electronic Frontier Foundation (www.eff.org) which is dedicated to protecting our online freedom of speech.
So, join us in a toast: to sex!
Bottoms up,
~ Alessia Brio
editor
alessiabrio.com
Disclaimers
Coming Together is a compilation of erotic fiction, poetry, and illustrations. It is solely intended for persons of legal majority.
Please note that Coming Together contains works of fiction in which the characters may not practice safe sex. The authors, poets, and illustrators featured in this volume of Coming Together encourage all readers to act responsibly and to take appropriate precautions against both unwanted pregnancy and the transmission of disease.
For resources and frank discussion about safe sex practices, we refer the reader to the Coalition for Positive Sexuality at www.positive.org.
Dr. Bob and His Dildo
© Blackie Malone
He placed his hands on her pussy. Running his fingers through her silky black hair made him more determined to have her alone and lying on the table. Her purring let him know that she was comfortable with the way he touched her. He could do whatever he wanted now. So many women found it uncomfortable to have their pussies fingered in such a way.
"An exceptional beauty," he said.
"My pussy?" she asked smugly, knowing her pussy made everyone think that way.
"Yes. Most Persians have those ugly pushed in faces, but your pussy is quite lovely. She's very content, too."
"Oh, Dr. Bob, you must say that about everyone's pussy. Mine is really no different."
"I assure you I'm being quite honest with you, Ms. Dildo."
"That's Dee-doh. The 'L' is silent."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Dildo. You must be French, n'cest pas?"
"Yes, my father was very nice. Thank you for asking. No, I'm half Italian, half German, and half Chinese."
She is beautiful, he thought to himself, yet something about her didn't add up.
"I would never have guessed looking at you. I thought you were more Swedish with your hair and all."
Dr. Bob couldn't help but notice the way the light reflected off the golden strands of her ebony hair. He thought she could be Swedish or English or both. Swish. Yes, that was it. She looked Swish.
"Oh," she smiled and touched her hair. "I hear that so often. You'd be amazed how many people think I'm Swish, you know half Swedish, half English."
This man is handsome as well as able to take care of a girl's pussy. Many men don't really care how a woman feels about her pussy. This man however knew all about pussies. After all, he handled so many in a day.
Phyliss wished she had stayed in school so she wouldn't feel so dull next to him. She wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps, except Phyliss didn't have a peg leg, so she chose to be an outliner, like her father. Not many people realized how difficult it was to draw a chalk line around a body. Years of study in the field and many boxes of chalk made her one of the best around. She was always in demand. Her business card read, "A Dildo for every body."
"Ms. Dildo," Dr Bob interrupted her reverie, "I hope you don't mind if I'm impertinent?"
"Not at all, Dr Bob. Many men seem to have that problem nowadays. Have you thought about Viagra?"
"Well, not really. I had a bad experience in Canada years ago. All that water... what I meant was, I was wondering if maybe... um... I could come to your place and check out your pussy there. I usually am not in the habit of asking out patients... or their owners, but I really think you're... swell."
"Oh my god, he's asking me out! What should I do? He's a handsome doctor that knows how to take care of my pussy."
She looked out toward the audience for dramatic effect only to realize it was a short story with no audience but the reader, you, who is reading this now.
"Does he really like me or is he after my pussy. Other men have wanted only to stroke the soft velvety hair that so few have been allowed to touch. What are his true intentions I wonder?"
"Um, Ms Dildo? I can hear you."
"What?"
"I can hear what you're saying. See the quotation marks there? They mean that you're speaking out loud."
"Oh."
She looked at him with her big emerald eyes that sparkled like coal. She wondered if she should have spoken in italics, but then she remembered, she studied Spanish.
"Are you alright, Ms. Dildo? You appear disoriented."
"That's because I'm half Chinese. Dr Bob, would you like to have dinner at my place this evening? You don't need reservations. There's plenty of parking and I love to cook. I don't really get much of a chance to cook for two. I'm either outlining some strange body or taking care of my pussy."
"I would be delighted. It's been a while since I've had a home cooked meal. Not since my mother's passing."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize your mother was... dead."
"What? Oh she's not dead. She just passes by and throws a paper bag with a sandwich in it for me out of the car window. If I'm lucky I get it before the neighbor's shitzu's all over it."
"I would report neighbors like that. That's so wrong and so unsanitary. Shall we say six-ish?"
"Yes."
"Six-ish." Breathlessly said in unison.
"I'll see you then, Ms. Dildo, and..." handing her Persian cat back to her, "here is your pussy with a clean bill of health."
"Thank you, Dr. Bob." She purred, "I'll see you six-ish."
"Six-ish it is, Ms. Dildo," he barked back at her.
Phyliss Dildo lived in a modest home. It was long and had wheels, but she was no better than any other person in the trailer park. Even though she had the best view of the surrounding landfill and she was upwind from the chemical toilet dump, she was anything but a snob.
Her yard was decorated tastefully with truck tires painted white, which held an assortment of petunias. She also had a beautiful rose bush that she religiously pruned. Phyliss felt that keeping her bush trimmed looked so much better than letting it go wild. Hanging above her awning was a sign she was quite proud of, it read, "I love pussy" with a little heart in place of the word love. Her next-door neighbors, two lovely girls, Pat and Chris, would always comment on it.
"Hey, Phyliss, how's your pussy?" Pat would shout whenever Phyliss was outside bending over her petunias. "Look's pretty damn good from here!"
Then Chris would comment on how well trimmed her bush was, but it would confuse Phyliss whenever Chris mentioned she preferred hers to be shaved.
Phyliss would wave and thank them though she was always puzzled how they could see her pussy from outside. Her pussy rarely saw the light of day. She had gotten used to their odd religious practice of tying a mirror over the tops of their shoes whenever Phyliss wore a skirt.
Glancing up at the clock, which was also a cat with a swinging tail to keep the minutes in time with its shifting eyes. She noticed Dr. Bob would soon be there. She ran to the bathroom for a quick once over.
Her green eyes were like two perfect sapphires tessellated on opposite sides of her perfect nose. Lush pouting lips lay just beneath her nose, which was quite a good spot for them. They were not supermodel pouting lips, but not like strips of liver either. She applied a thin layer of lipstick, not too red but not at all orange, and then blended a highlight of pink before layering on a polyurethane sealer. Perfect.
A tapping on her screen door made her jump and she bumped her head on the ceiling. Dr. Bob was right on time, which was perfect for her. She hated when it took a man a long time to come. She walked over to the door to see him standing there, chocolates under one arm, a bottle of wine under the other, and a bouquet of Calla lilies under his other arm. Unlatching the door she swung it open for him to enter.
"Hello, Dr. Bob. Please come inside," then peering out the door and looking both ways, she added. "It's not safe after dark, and there are wolves."
"Thank you, Ms. Dildo. May I say your home is quite long?"
"Why yes, it is. I was going to get a double but I would have to pay triple so I got the single since it's silly to pay triple for a double when I'm only one person who is single."
"That makes perfect sense to me. Oh! I brought these for you, Ms. Dildo. Belgian chocolates. I hope you like them."
"I love their waffles, so I'm sure I will."
"Calla lilies."
"I didn't know they were in bloom again."
"Such a strange flower. My mother carried them on her wedding day."
"What about your father?"
"He was much too heavy for her. I brought some wine for dinner."
"How sweet. I hope you like Italian?''
"I love fettuccini."
"Oh, I don't know much about opera, but I did make spaghetti capybara."
"I'm sure it will be quite comestible considering what I normally eat."
"Not to worry. I have a fire extinguisher."
"What I meant was I'm positive tonight will be a gastronomical marvel."
"I love to gaze at the stars, too. Perhaps we can do it after dinner?"
"I would love to do it with you, Ms. Dildo."
"No need to be so formal, please call me Phil."
"I shall, Phil, if you call me Bob. Is Phil short for Phyliss?"
"Yes, it is, but the first 'S' is silent. Shall we sit, and I'll start to serve?"
Phyliss went to the stove and dipped into her pasta pot. She worried if she had made enough; she had hoped 30 pounds would be sufficient for two people. Using her garden rake, she scooped the strands of spaghetti into a large bowl and placed it on the table in front of Dr. Bob; followed by a tureen of sauce and a platter of marble sized meatballs.