Platinum Flowers

By Christen E

Platinum Flowers, the longest story in this book, is a story whose dusky setting came from a dream. A dream in which I visited a Baroque mountain city that was a magical blend of Rio De Janiero, Barcelona and the South-east Asian temples of Ankar Wat. That much is true, but the mystical erotic story that was inspired from that dream became a wild self-generating fantasy. It became a challenge to see how far I could push my imagination within the erotic universe. The concept that beautiful women or men can be magically summoned or evoked from another realm is nothing new, nor that a painting can come to life, but I have intuitively woven these ideas, and many others, into a story that I believe will stand up to any erotic fiction written in our times.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christen E
• Release date: Jul 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301158850

Christen E

I was the 14th son of a one-parent family of shepherds, largely supported by the pocketed springs of a mattress loved by geckos all over the Antarctic wilds of Borneo.

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PLATINUM FLOWERS

Ultimate erotic fantasy

By Christen E

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Contents

Introduction

Love at first sight

Mr Fantastic meets Ms Fantastic

Platinum Flowers

Intercourse

Politically Incorrect Football

Eggs

Masturbating for Jesus

Honest Romance

Café Meeting

Different

Nothing University

The Confession

The Fruit

The Dreaming Meteorites

Sperm Borg

The Ants

The BUM* Trading Index

Penis Extension

Not the Devil’s Day

Introduction

Platinum Flowers, the longest story in this book, is a story whose dusky setting came from a dream. A dream in which I visited a Baroque mountain city that was a magical blend of Rio De Janiero, Barcelona and the South-east Asian temples of Ankar Wat. That much is true, but the mystical erotic story that was inspired from that dream became a wild self-generating fantasy. It became a challenge to see how far I could push my imagination within the erotic universe. The concept that beautiful women or men can be magically summoned or evoked from another realm is nothing new, nor that a painting can come to life, but I have intuitively woven these ideas, and many others, into a story that I believe will stand up to any erotic fiction written in our times.

The other stories are a selection of zany, radical and erotic tales from my original collection of over 400 short stories. They are quite different from each other and also push against, and often leap over, the boundaries of the surreal. For example, Intercourse is about gods’ confusion with the sexual process, whereas Politically Incorrect Football is about an FA Cup football match that gets progressively more insane. The game begins with all the referees being crucified – continues with the invasion of naked drug-dealing girls and ends with the destruction of the world. In another story the cliché Love at First Sight is explored from a totally different perspective. In Penis Extension, another cliché is explored. There is a philosophical debate between two friends, as to whether the creation of the human race was a ‘penis extension’ for god, or whether god was a ‘penis extension’ for the human race. As you can gather, my stories are not for conservative minds.

As for myself, I was the 14th son of a one-parent family of shepherds, largely supported by the pocketed springs of a mattress loved by geckos all over the Antarctic wilds of Borneo. Good day.

ECH February 2012

Love at first sight

Samos was climbing diagonally across the wooded hillside park on his way to the great cathedral of Lyon at the top, when he felt the urge to pee. He stopped to listen, and hearing only the birds he glanced around quickly for an appropriate spot. Just off the path there was a hedge under some pine trees, so he walked over and unzipping his jeans, wrestled out his lean member and standing against the hedge, waited for his urine.

At this point two things happened simultaneously. The sun shone brightly and a beam of light filtered through the trees and highlighted his hand-held organ. The other was the unexpected intrusion of a strikingly beautiful woman.

Phillippa had been taking a leisurely stroll through the park when, on a whim, she wandered up some discreet stone steps, emerging on the path just a few meters from Samos’s enhanced profile. Instantly, she became intrigued with the spectacle of the man’s penis with its skin rolled back, a moment before it gushed forth its yellow stream. The young woman was mesmerized as the jet of amber liquid sprang from the man’s tulip shaped helmet. In the sudden sunlight it glistened like a copper scepter hanging between golden brown fingers!

The man felt her presence and turned his head slightly to look at her. In that glimpse he grasped every detail of her shape; sensed the secret passion in her abdomen and then tried to control the rising tide of his. But he pretended indifference. He shrugged his shoulders, raising heavy dark eyebrows over brown questioning eyes, as if to say, ‘Oh, well, it’s only natural. Look if you want!’ Phillippa looked upon the steady stream that cascaded onto crumpled leaves, to his fathomless dark eyes framed by a careless challenging smile and her pulse beat loudly in her ears. She was falling in love.

Samos did not rush or try to disguise his impressive erection. He waited till he was finished, shook his organ awkwardly a couple of times and wiped the end carefully with a small white tissue from his shirt pocket. Flicking the tissue into the hedge he slowly returned his sizeable member into his underpants and managed to zip up his jeans. He turned to face her, unashamedly looking at the silhouette of her long slim legs under her translucent flowery dress. She was utterly gorgeous! His zip slid down a few notches.

For a moment they gazed at each other knowingly. The chemistry between them was electric. Then, like a woodland nymph, Phillippa sprang up to Samos, her limbs moving with the fluidity of a dancer, stepped on her toes so that her elfin chin was level with his and kissed him lightly on the lips while delicately placing a hand over his crotch. Then, quickly rotating out of his grasping arms, she walked to the hedge where he had peed, and put her nose close to it, as if sniffing for scent. Samos was transfixed, though everything in his body wanted to pounce upon her like a ravenous wolf!

But the performance had just begun. Looking him straight in the eyes, the woman gently squatted over the area on which he had left his mark and slowly raised her dress over her knees so that he could clearly see her white cotton panties. Samos felt the stirrings of ancient ritual, of something pagan, pulsating inside him and he inadvertently squatted down in front of her, incidentally getting a better view. Their eyes were locked as Phillippa’s index fingers expertly helped her out of her panties, which she then threw at his face. She saw the saliva that threatened to dribble from the corners of his lips, and as he caught her knickers she carelessly caressed his face, mingling his spit with the dampness of the cotton.

Then she let go and a spurt of hot white urine struck the red brown dirt and ran over the already soggy leaves. Samos then looked directly at her perfect vulva with its heart shaped patch of pubic hair. He noted how far forward was the gush of piss from the tight star of her anus. He looked at the softness of her inner thighs, the cat like lure of her ocean green eyes, and he too fell in love.

Time abandoned them in that instant. When Phillippa finished