Hot Flash

By Eden Baylee

Flash fiction is defined as short written pieces. Twenty stories and poems with an erotic bent make up this collection.

The themes of love, lust, adultery, and regret are told in different voices, sometimes with an irreverent sense of humor.

Some will touch you, others will seep into your subconscious. Don't be surprised if you flinch from the heat.

WARNING: Contains two non-erotic entries. Pun intended.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eden Baylee
• Release date: Sep 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310591303

Eden Baylee

Eden Baylee left a twenty-year banking career to become a full-time writer. She incorporates many of her favorite things into her writing such as: travel; humor; music; poetry; art; and much more.She has written three collections of erotic novellas and flash fiction—Spring into Summer, Fall into Winter, and Hot Flash.In June 2014, she released her first novel outside the erotica genre—a psychological mystery/thriller with a sexy twist called Stranger at Sunset. A synopsis and more information can be found on her website.

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Hot Flash

erotic stories and poems

by

eden baylee

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Contents

Titles by Eden Baylee

Author’s Note

Erotic Stories

Doing it With the King

A Man of Wealth and Taste

An Eternal Love

On the Heels of Submission

I’m Not Mad, I’m Hysterical

Better Her, Than Me

Taxi to India

A Good News Day

Summer Sizzler

On the Prowl

Slave to Love

The Confession

A Second Chance with Death

A Lustful Encounter

Erotic Poems

Love Bites

Sleep Eludes Me

Coming at Sea

A Loose Leaf

Creative States

On Top

WARNING: Non-Erotic Stories

An Adult Christmas Fairy Tale

My Grandfather’s Gift

About the Author

Copyright

Published by lowercase publishing

Copyright 2012 eden baylee

Smashwords edition. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Dedicated to my grandfather

Titles by Eden Baylee

Psychological mystery

Stranger at Sunset

Erotic Anthologies

Fall into Winter

Spring into Summer

Hot Flash

Erotic Novellas and Short Stories

(Sold individually)

Seduced by the Blues

Act Three

The Norwegian

The Austrian and the Asian

A Season for Everything

Unlocking the Mystery

Summer Solstice

The Lottery

Seeking Sexy Sadie

Author’s Note

I owe a debt of gratitude to indie authors. The ones I know are not only hard-working writers of their own books, but they also use their talents to promote others.

One of those authors is R.B. Wood. I’m fortunate to have connected to him and the Word Count Podcast, a show he created for writers and readers. I wrote and read many of the pieces in Hot Flash for his show. I’m forever grateful to Richard for providing a forum to share my work, and I’d encourage all writers to contribute to it.

If you’re new to my writing, I’ll preface by saying sex scenes strewn together on a page have never aroused me. What grabs me is a mood or feeling I want to express by way of the written word. Music, film, and poetry are just a few influences for my brand of erotic writing. You will find I also have a warped sense of humor and a passion for wordplay—both of which I weave into my tales whenever possible. As always, the stories themselves dictate the amount of sex that goes into them, so don’t be surprised if there isn’t always sex.

If some of these stories or poems seem familiar, it’s because they were originally posted on my blog. Publishing them as a collection enabled me to gather the ones I’ve received good feedback on, and put them together in one book. In addition, I’ve written two new erotic pieces specifically for Hot Flash. They are A Lustful Encounter and A Loose Leaf.

As a bonus, I’ve included two non-erotic stories. My Grandfather’s Gift was supposed to be published for a holiday anthology, but since that didn’t happen, I’ve updated it and include it here as my way of sharing the holidays with you. It’s also a tribute to the man who taught me how to use power tools.

Deeply grateful,

eden

Flash (fiction) ~ A short form of storytelling defined by the number of words. Some purists insist it is a complete story told in less than 100 words; others claim 500 should be the maximum. For less-rigid flashers, anything under 2,000 words can be considered flash-worthy.

I’m one of those less-rigid flashers.

Doing it with the King

~ A tale about my favorite king

The flickering of amber light turns me on. Perhaps it’s the heat, the crackle of wet wood, or the licking of hard wood. Whatever it is, dancing flames hypnotize me. They also remind me of a film—one about a king. No, I’m not talking about Elvis. I’m referring to a different king from my fantasies. I’ve seen most of the movies. I’m sure you have as well. It started in 1933, a classic starring Fay Wray. Since then, numerous sequels have been made about this beast. My favorite though, remains the panned remake with Jessica Lange. For me, she and the king had the best chemistry.

The last time I watched the movie was back in college. I was dating the pitcher of the varsity baseball team, staying over at his apartment following yet, another disappointing romp in the sack. He held the school record for the fastest pitch. Unfortunately, that translated to the bedroom as well. After pumping me like a wild animal and coming in less than five minutes, he fell asleep. I was left to my own devices.

When he started snoring, I got up, went into the other room, and turned on the television. To my delight, King Kong was playing, and the best part was yet to come.

Aroused and unsatisfied, I foraged in the fridge for a suitable dildo. Aside from a jar of relish, a soggy cucumber, and a skinny carrot, there was nothing I could use. I pulled open several drawers, rifled through them, finally settling on an old-fashioned aluminum ice-cream scoop. I stretched out on the couch naked and fingered myself in anticipation of the big scene.

The room was pitch black save for the light coming from the TV. Blaring horns and the pounding of drums transported me into the jungle. The natives had just abducted Jessica Lange’s character, Dwan. I was wet.

Dwan was drugged and tied up, her wrists secured to an altar. She stood weaving in and