Secret Places: Vignettes Erotique

By Alexandra Lee

Alexandra Lee, author of The Submission of Alison Cho and The Alison Cho Files, presents Secret Places; a coterie of sexy women sharing their private moments and their most intimate fantasies and desires, including the erotic zombie thriller, Ravaged by the LIVING DEAD. Enjoy 13 saucy bedtime stories of bored baristas, apprentice geishas, lithesome yoga teachers and sensual cellists guaranteed to overwhelm the senses, tantalize and tease the more imaginative and discerning reader.
The stories included in Secret Places:
Barista, Part 1: A cute coffee girl has an interesting strategy to make her shift go faster.
Alone in the Library: Upon discovering a forgotten portfolio of rare Art Nouveau erotica, a bored coed is inspired to take matters into her own hand.
Déshabillé: The beautiful second wife of an older industrialist finds herself tempted by a handsome stranger in Paris.
Geisha: The tutelage of a young apprentice in the secret and sensual arts of the Japanese courtesan.
Portraits: An anonymous Artist searches for his next Muse.
Yogini: The tantric exploits of a lithe and lively yoga teacher one hot summer evening after class.
Ravaged by the Living Dead: A comely paranormal investigator encounters a zombie horde that is more interested in her body than her brains.
La Reine Noire de la Nuit: A jazz dancer in 1920’s Paris entertains her male admirers in the privacy of her dressing room.
The Peep Show: A woman’s search for anonymous cock.
The Cellist: An alluring virtuoso enchants her audience with her sensual style.
The Well-Oiled Machine: A beautiful redhead receives a package from an anonymous admirer.
Dreaming of the Fisherman’s Wife: An overly affectionate aquatic alien rescues a drowning surfer.
Barista, Part 2: The Barista relates another encounter involving a cop, handcuffs, a motorcycle, and a secluded path in the park.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexandra Lee
• Release date: Jul 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310102967

Alexandra Lee

ALEXANDRA LEE was an underpaid and overworked graphic designer and illustrator for 10 years before she decided to reinvent herself as a yoga instructor, a part-time cabaret singer and a writer of erotic fiction. She lives in Northern California.

Book preview

The Barista is 21, with short brown hair and bright brown eyes. She is popular with the male coffee drinkers. Hiding behind her green apron are slim, boyish hips in tight tan jeans and pert breasts with permanently erect brown nipples that poke out with sassy pertness from her black polo shirt, whatever the temperature. The Barista is very self-conscious of her ever-hard nipples.

She makes coffee behind the espresso machine quickly and efficiently, calling out names in a bored, but pleasant voice. Mornings are always busy, an endless stream of commuters on their way to work, and she likes how the time passes quickly. She seems cold, with the casual indifference that often accompanies youth and beauty, but nothing could be further from the truth. She has another way to occupy her mind while she makes her café lattes, mochas and doppio espressos.

The men never seem to notice her quick assessment of them as they make their orders. She runs her bright brown eyes up and down them, and thinks about their cocks. She makes quick judgements on their thickness, girth, size, length, and circumcision. Whether their prick hangs left or right. How hard they can get, and how fast they can cum. The Barista doesn’t care about their appearance, how they dress or wear their hair or their height. She certainly isn’t interested in what they do or the contents of their wallet. The Barista only cares about what they carry between their legs for she is a connoisseur of cock; in all its glorious shapes, forms, sizes and colors.

As she steams milk and pulls espresso shots she thinks about sucking them off. What if her coffee shop offered blowjobs instead of coffee? The men would stand in line whilst she knelt, taking their dicks in her open, wet and willing mouth. She would please each and every one of them with her tongue and lips, using her hands if they desired, or holding them behind her back submissively.

The Barista would fill her mouth with cock and look up imploringly as spit dribbles down her chin. Some of the men barely notice her, reading their phones, checking stock quotes and emails, pausing only to cum in her mouth or on her face and hair.

In the Barista’s fantasy she wears only her green apron. Her tiny brown nipples rub against the rough cotton and make them exquisitely tender. Her small but firm ass is on display to the men in line. They can see her excitement grow as the back of her thighs tremble and glisten, offering a tantalizing hint of the warm wetness between her legs. But she is not to be fucked; only her mouth can be used. That way she remains in control.

Sometimes she pauses between cocks to reapply her favorite lipstick, Mehr by Mac. It is a rose brown that matches her nipples exactly. The Barista likes to smear her lips on her customer’s cocks, leaving her mark, before they mark her with their hot sperm.

After they cum the men would zip up and leave, without a second thought about her. The Barista in turn would not give them another thought, as she was focused on the next prick in front of her demanding to be sucked and stroked. They would fill her mouth with their cum and move on.

The Barista will suck off any man in line, anyone who wants, craves or needs the morning relief of her lips, mouth and throat. How many cocks could she service during the morning rush? Has she ever counted the cups of coffee she has made during her shift? She would have her fill of cum; it would be drying on her face and hair and caked in layers on her chin.

She pauses between orders and catches the eye of a businessman in a dark suit behind the counter. He smiles at her, and has no idea she has been fantasizing about his cock. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and nods at him, getting back to work on his drink. She can feel how wet her pussy is.

The Barista reaches for her ice water and sips the straw, slowly, and with a deliberate, unmistakable sensuality. She catches the eye of a man in line who smiles at her, indulging in his own coffee girl fantasy. Then she quickly scans the line of empty coffee cups in front of her and begins the next three orders.

Alone in the Library

The girl was all by herself in the graduate reading room and found a secluded study area in the rare manuscripts section. She