Strange Steamy Stories

By Drew Dearly

On the outskirts of Charlotte, North Carolina, colleagues Steve and Jessica spend the night in a Bed & Breakfast owned by a black brother and sister, only to become involved with them in a dream shared by all. On the campus of Columbia University, Andy and Greg learn the unique pleasures and pains of intimacy with a foreign exchange student – from Venus. High atop the Waputik Ice Field in the Canadian Rockies, the incredible toughness of a Martian cop leaves Inspector Ellie Mackenzie impressed, until she learns first-hand why Martian women take so many husbands.

These are the Strange Steamy Stories: a set of three short stories of playful, erotic fiction. A quick and easy read, they are sure to give you a lighthearted respite from your hectic and harried day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Drew Dearly
• Release date: Mar 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311077073

Drew Dearly

Drew Dearly is an author of humorous adult fiction. Currently hanging out in Capitola, California, you can often find Drew upstairs in Mr. Toots Coffee Shop, banging out more stories. Come say hello - and buy me a latte! :-)

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Strange Steamy Stories

by Drew Dearly

Copyright 2014 Drew Dearly

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are entirely the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to all those who made it.

And to all those who didn’t.

Contents

Preface

Southern Hospitality

Women from Venus

Men from Mars

Preface

These are stories about sex.

As the title implies, they are somewhat unusual and are offered as an entertaining romp in the adult sandbox that is sex.

As a human experience, sex is an essential part of life and carries with it some of mankind’s greatest joys, as well as some of its heaviest baggage. It is something known to anyone past the age of consent that has a pulse, and yet, as a thread that winds through each of our lives, often manages to be mysterious and misunderstood – if not occasionally misused.

These stories carry with them no overriding message; no particular point of view; no agenda of any kind. Their only aim is to entertain: to tickle your fancy, to tickle your funny bone, to tickle you in private places. If you are the kind of person who can stand naked in front of the mirror and laugh – or at least snicker – you should be able to find something here that suits your pleasure.

Within these pages you’ll find things at once familiar and forbidden. You may see something of your friends; your enemies; your lovers. You may even see something of yourself. And if you do, there is one thing that is certain:

You are human.

-Drew

Southern Hospitality

It should be up ahead on the left, Jessica told Steve.

They were driving along Highway 27 looking for a little bed and breakfast the desk clerk at the Ritz-Carlton had told them about.

I still can’t understand how the Ritz screwed up our reservations, Jessica fumed. "I’ve got a VIP pass; Sherri’s booked with them for years – I’ve booked with them for years. What a colossal screw up."

Steve was quiet as he drove. Jessica was pissed and the only thing to do was let her vent. After arriving in Charlotte late all they wanted to do was check into their rooms and crash.

Suite Dreams, Jessica said. What a joke. We’ll be lucky if we get two decent rooms with a bath to share. Some idiot had cost her a penthouse room with a built-in Jacuzzi, and she was tired and grumpy.

Jessica Sarrelle was someone you didn’t want to disappoint. As CEO of a large chemical manufacturer, she had the will and means to get what she wanted. Right now what she wanted were the rooms her secretary supposedly booked – a deluxe room upstairs for her, and one down by the pool for her colleague Steve Carter, the company’s Chief Financial Officer. They had a meeting at the city planner’s office in the morning. They just wanted to review some paperwork and get some rest.

But for some inexplicable reason their reservation had been lost. The Ritz was fully booked and they’d been sent off to hunt down a nearby little B&B. They’d been on this road about 15 minutes when they finally saw the entrance on the left. Steve turned the car into a short, tree-lined drive leading to a two-story, red brick home. The house was built in the Federal style of the early 1800s, with a small white portico for the entrance. The modest sign on the front lawn said Suite Dreams Inn.

They parked on a small patch of gravel near a thicket of trees. The moon was out, and the scent of magnolias hung in the air as they headed over to the house. The foyer inside opened to a large sitting room with a small front desk just to the left of the door. A young black man was waiting behind it to greet Jessica and Steve as they entered.

Hello! Please come in, he said. I’m Jonathan Sweet. Welcome to the Suite Dreams Inn.

Steve stepped up to the counter and introduced himself. Steve Carter, he said, And this is Jessica Sarrelle. The Ritz-Carlton sent us out here.

Yes, I spoke with them about 20 minutes ago. We’ve got rooms available and we‘d love to have you, Jonathan said warmly.

Jonathan was tall and trim with an athletic build. He had a handsome face with an aquiline nose, short cropped hair and a square jaw. But the most striking thing about him were his eyes: bright, intense, and jade-green.

I normally stay at the Ritz, but it seems they lost my reservation, Jessica began impatiently. You wouldn’t happen to have a room with a Jacuzzi?

Unfortunately no, replied Jonathan. But we’ve prepared the Master’s Room upstairs. It has a private bath and it’s really quite nice. I’m sure you’ll be most comfortable there.

We’ll be needing two rooms, Jessica pointed out.

Yes ma’am, that’s not a problem. We’ve been getting ready for you.

Steve and Jessica had worked together for years and genuinely liked each other. But this was a business trip, and there would be no fooling around. Not that there ever was, mind you. Steve was happily married with a beautiful wife and two fine kids. Jessica’s boyfriend was rich – and not too bad in other ways – so she was happy, too.

They often got mistaken for a couple though, especially when they traveled together. Jessica was an attractive blond with big hazel eyes. In her early forties, she maintained a pretty active lifestyle and was in terrific shape. Steve was a tall sandy-haired guy a bit younger than Jessica. And being a coach for his kid’s soccer team seemed to keep him pretty fit as well.

But the idea of having an affair was pretty much out of the question – they worked well together and there was really no motivation to screw it up with sex. When you boiled it right down, they were just too busy making money to make love.

Jonathan continued, We’ve also prepared the room downstairs we call the Maid’s Quarters. It’s not as big as the Master’s Room, but it’s very nice and quite comfortable. It’s the second room on the right just down this hall, he said, pointing over his shoulder.

As he spoke, a woman descended the stairs. She was the spitting image of Jonathan.

Oh here... let me introduce my sister, said Jonathan, as he gestured across the room. Sarah, this is Mr. Carter and Miss Sarrelle.

Sarah came over and joined her brother behind the front desk.

Very nice to meet you, she said. Welcome to the Suite Dreams Inn.

Sarah was nearly as tall as Jonathan, with a trim, shapely figure. She had a beautiful face with high cheekbones, and a mane of dark brown hair that was pulled back and tied. And just like Jonathan, she had sparkling jade-green eyes that seemed to shine from within. Standing together they were a stunning pair. Steve and Jessica were momentarily captivated.

Jonathan, said Sarah, breaking the spell, Maybe you can bring in the bags for these nice folks?

Steve turned to Jonathan. Yes, let me go with you so I can unlock the car. With that, the two men stepped out, leaving Sarah and Jessica in the foyer.

Jessica took a moment to survey the room. The furniture seemed to be mostly antique, with a heavy leather sofa and chair tucked in a corner around a low coffee table. On the far wall was a bookshelf filled with seemingly ancient tomes. The centerpiece of the bookshelf was a tall glass display cabinet, showing off a collection of figurines and ceramic items. The top shelf held a number of bottles of various shapes and sizes.

You have a lovely place here, said Jessica, in a half-hearted attempt at politeness.

Thank you, said Sarah warmly. This house was built in 1809. It was part of a plantation that covered over three hundred acres.

Three hundred acres? Is that the size of this property?

It was once, but not any more. It was parceled out ages ago. This lot is only three acres.

Oh, said Jessica. After learning the estate had shrunk by a factor of 100, her interest dropped off proportionally.

Most of the land has been turned over for organic farming, Sarah continued. Our produce is used by some of the finer restaurants in Charlotte, she said with pride.

Very interesting. Jessica was just making conversation until Steve came back. As a successful businesswoman, she had a very simple