Private Fountains, Volume 3

By Jeremy Edwards

When it comes to telling sensuous, tasteful, yet unabashedly explicit tales about women who love to give their lovers "golden showers," put on a wet show, or just turn themselves on in private with a little damp solo fun, acclaimed erotica writer Jeremy Edwards is without equal. Devotees of stories about happy, pleasure-loving women for whom "wetter is better" will see at once that this is an author who speaks their language. And readers who are new to fiction that celebrates the erotic delights of holding on and letting go will see what they've been missing the moment they meet Edwards' sexy, seductive heroines.

"Private Fountains, Volume 3" contains 13 short stories: Water Nymph; Touching Base; Rest Rumors; Involuntarily; I'm Told I Make Good Coffee; Short Squirts (a collection of flash fiction pieces); Never Like This; The Most Fun You Can Have...; Pre/Post; Doing It for Olivia; Movie Night; What Do You Want Tonight?; And/Or; and is approximately 15,300 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 1001 Nights Press
• Release date: May 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476056241

Jeremy Edwards

Described by the Erotica Readers & Writers Association as “one of the most original and amusing erotic authors around,” Jeremy Edwards (www.jeremyedwardserotica.com) is the author of some one hundred fifty erotic short stories and two erotocomedic novels, Rock My Socks Off and The Pleasure Dial (IPPY Bronze Medalist, 2014). His work has been published by Clean Sheets, Cleis Press, Coming Together, The Erotic Woman, Excessica, FeatherLit, Fishnet, Forum (UK), Go Deeper Press, HarperCollins UK, LadyLit, 1001 Nights Press, Oysters & Chocolate, Penguin, Racy Pages, Ruthie’s Club, Scarlet, Seal Press, Simon & Schuster, and Xcite Books, and in five volumes of The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Jeremy has been a featured reader at In the Flesh and Essensuality in New York, the Erotic Literary Salon in Philadelphia, and the Rochester Erotic Arts Festival.

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Private Fountains, Volume 3

Copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Edwards.

Edited by Sharazade for 1001 Nights Press. Cover design by Willsin Rowe.

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Adult Content Warning

This story contains sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

Table of Contents

Water Nymph

Touching Base

Rest Rumors

Involuntarily

I’m Told I Make Good Coffee

Short Squirts

Never Like This

The Most Fun You Can Have…

Pre/Post

Doing It for Olivia

Movie Night

What Do You Want Tonight?

And/Or

Water Nymph

When I first saw Anna, she was luxuriating alongside a public fountain in the center of the city, late on a summer Friday night. Her long blonde hair exuded a wild vitality in the light of the moon, and her personal energy seemed to resonate with the flowing water.

I had planned to stop by the fountain even before I knew there was a beautiful, sensual woman sprawled there. It would have been as false of me to bypass the fountain in an effort not to crowd her as it would have been false of me to pretend that I was oblivious to her captivating presence.

Good evening, I said, in a voice smoothed by a recent glass of whiskey.

Good evening, she replied, as if from somewhere far away.

We enjoyed the fountain, separately, for a few minutes.

Peaceful, isn’t it? I finally said. Peaceful … and yet full of life.

I love the water, she returned with vigor, to herself more than to me. Our planet is mostly water. We are mostly water.

I thought about this. True, I said. We even spend the first nine months of life immersed in water, don’t we?

Her eyes met mine for the first time. Yes. That’s a good insight.

Speaking of fluids, I segued, may I buy you a drink? My name is Tim. And though I don’t know much, I do know a rather agreeable bar in this neighborhood.

I’m Anna, she told me as we headed in that direction.

I ordered my second whiskey of the evening, and she chose a pint of beer. As we made ourselves comfortable, Anna noticed that a lovely seascape print hung above our table.

Ah yes, I said, the art critic in me rising to the surface. Here again, the fascination of water.

Water is not only beautiful, but it can bring such pleasure, don’t you think? she asked.

Oh, definitely. A nice warm shower … a Jacuzzi. Very sensuous.

And sexual, she insisted.

I laughed. OK, I’ll go along with that.

I hoped you might, she said alluringly.

Sometimes, when I’m in the presence of an intensely attractive woman, I start to ramble about my childhood, just from sheer nervous energy. I did so now. Some of my favorite times, when I was a kid, were spent in neighborhood swimming pools. Every summer, my buddies and I would stay in the water for hours at a time, just splashing around and playing games.

Anna smiled enigmatically. I’ll tell you a secret, Tim. She leaned in and touched my hand for a moment. I like to play special games with my own water.

I didn’t know what she meant. I imagined her tossing a bottle of Evian into the air and catching it.

While we enjoyed our drinks, the conversation drifted into small talk, peppered with more reminiscences from me about youthful, idyllic summers.

Eventually, Anna stood up. I need to pee, she informed me, with a frankness I found sexy. But instead of heading toward the toilets, she took my hand and