Turn Me On Again--Tell Me Another Story (A New Erotic Anthology)

By Terrance Aldon Shaw

Seduction comes in many forms; the subtlest looks and gestures, a virtually imperceptible nod of the head, the tiniest hint of moisture on the lips, a furtive movement of the eye, the slightest flutter of lashes. Seduction is a would-be lover’s hot breath on the back of your neck, the wordless hum of a deep male voice rippling through your body like a giant vibrator . . .

“I felt his presence there, and the little hairs on my neck stood up, and he was touching me with these big, strong hands, cradling the side of my face, running them down over my shoulders, across the front of the soft flannel shirt I had on. And the whole time he’s breathing those sweet somethin’-somethin’s in my ear until all I want to do is get the hell out of there with him.”

Explore seduction in its many forms in this new anthology of erotic fiction from Terrance Aldon Shaw. The collection features two complete short stories, including the first publication of “A Girl from White City”, as well as a substantial excerpt from the novel, “A Song for the Girl with the Almond Eyes”, an extract from the erotic coming-of-age story, “Summer of ‘69”, and a steamy snippet from “Mr. Friday’s Midlife Criss”. Here are stories that will arouse, enlighten, inspire, entertain, and, yes, seduce.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terrance Aldon Shaw
• Release date: May 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310342516

Terrance Aldon Shaw

Terrance Aldon Shaw (TAS to his friends) was born and raised somewhere to the left of Chicago in that vast whitebread wilderness known as the American Heartland. As a kid, he passed the time by creating his own graphic novels and “pretend” screenplays, conversing with a brilliant circle of imaginary friends, and dreaming about escape from the stifling phony wholesomeness and pious pabulum of small-town life. After college and a short stint in graduate school, TAS earned a living as a journalist and free-lance musician. He worked under various pennames as a staff writer and critic at-large for a number of obscure local newspapers and mediocre magazines throughout the upper Midwest. Always precociously oversexed and insatiably curious, he dabbled in erotic writing during his off hours, producing several short stories, a modest body of narrative poetry, and several hundred bawdy limericks. Now devoting full time to writing and reviewing, TAS specializes in mainstream fiction with strong erotic themes and explicit sexual content. His work might best be described as “psycho-rotica,” as he prefers to explore the complex, fascinating inner world of sex; the thoughts, feelings and emotion s that accompany the erotic experience. Readers can find Terrance Aldon Shaw’s books in both electronic and traditional print at most on-line retailers. His reviews of erotic fiction, musings on the craft of writing, and the occasional free short story are posted on his blog, Erotica For The Big Brain.

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Turn Me On Again—Tell Me Another Story

by Terrance Aldon Shaw

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Copyright 2016

by Terrance Aldon Shaw

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No part of this book may be used, reproduced or transferred electronically or in print without the express written consent of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews, which may reasonably be deemed to constitute fair use.

This is a work of FICTION.

Any similarity or resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. The IMAGINARY ACTIONS of, and words, beliefs and opinions expressed by the FICTIONAL CHARACTERS in this book should not be interpreted as necessarily reflecting the actions, beliefs and opinions of the author or any person, living or dead. The stories in this collection contain adult themes, explicit descriptions of sex, and strong language including profanity.

Edited and Published by Terrance Aldon Shaw

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Author’s Introduction

A Girl from White City (complete short story)

(from Kiss-Off the Devil (9 Short Stories))

Blue Balls

(excerpt from the novel

A Song for the Girl With the Almond Eyes)

‘Aunt’ Penny

(excerpt from Summer of ’69

from Take Me Like the World Ends at Midnight)

Sipping Whiskey Between Her Legs

(excerpt from Mr. Friday’s Midlife Crisis

from Take Me Like the World Ends at Midnight

Three Lies Before the River (complete short story)

from Take Me Like the World Ends at Midnight

About the Author

Books by Terrance Aldon Shaw

Author’s Introduction

There is a moment in every truly great cinematic seduction scene—perhaps no more than a split second of real time—when the action slows, coming nearly to a standstill, and everyone in the audience—voyeur and vicarious seducer alike—holds their breath. This is the erotic Moment of Truth. It can be defined by the subtlest look or gesture, a virtually imperceptible nod of the head, the tiniest hint of moisture on the lips, a furtive movement of the eye, the slightest flutter of lashes. It is, more often than not, a moment of acute indecision, the treacherous cusp of a psycho-sexual dilemma, the point at which our starlet is forced to choose her fate, overcome her ambivalence, and cast off the last of her inhibitions, or enter a convent to nurture regret and ponder ‘what if’ for the rest of her days. Dread and desire, doubt and wonder play in her eyes, dilating like rising stars. We may almost see her lips becoming fuller; hear her breath deepening as she crosses that unseen threshold of surrender and abandon.

That scene, in all its mystical beauty and magic, is what I have lived for as a lover, as a voyeur, and as a writer. Getting to the very heart of that moment, to its most profoundly, ineffably fractal essence is what I strive for, however vainly, every day when I sit down to work. Expressing the rich complexity of erotic sensation and the unique emotions accompanying them is the definitive test of my skills. For me, the mystique—the fascination—of seduction is in the uncovering of soul as well as flesh. It is the thrill of the new, as garments are stripped away, and, with them, inhibition and the very will to resist. Yet, even greater is the pleasure of discovery as the deepest secrets of the heart are revealed, sublimed into the ecstasy of yes. Some have likened seduction to a game; if so, we are, in a sense, seduced by the game itself.

All the things that make for a great story, regardless of genre—compelling characters, their strivings, conflicts and contradictions, the obstacles they must overcome along their way—also happen to make for superb erotic narrative. Ultimately, it’s the process of ‘getting there’ that truly fascinates. Through the narrative of seduction, we enter a character’s mind, and discover the infinitesimal complexity of her emotions. There’s little interesting about sex that simply happens, as in most contemporary porn, without some engagingly human backstory, let alone any sort of realistic foreplay or believable seduction. The shallowest of human connections, sex at its most impersonal and coldly clinical, requiring no effort to obtain, holds little allure for the mature imagination. In fact, the most explosively radical, exciting thing that ever happens in porn is on that rare occasion when spontaneous intimacy breaks out on a set, when couples share a passionate kiss, or laugh together, or behave as if they were actually enjoying each other’s company.

I hope that the stories in this collection will arouse, enlighten, inspire, entertain, and, yes, seduce. Though nothing I write may ever come near the deepest essence of the erotic Moment of Truth, the whole process of getting there, the aspiration, the striving, the hard work, have themselves been exhilarating, a source of delight and purpose and immeasurable reward. In the end, I hope those who come across these little tales of mine will find as much pleasure in reading them as I had in their creation.

Terrance Aldon Shaw

A Girl from White City

(from Kiss-Off the Devil (9 Short Stories))

What kind of lame-ass question is that? Danni couldn’t stop laughing. The best time I ever had with my clothes on? Are you kidding?

Just give it your best shot. Taylor pointed the vidcam at her roommate, counting off with her fingers like a TV producer. You only need to remember three things. First: you have to tell the truth—this is Truth or Dare after all. Second: every time somebody throws in a clever-but-naturally-integrated movie reference, we all take a shot of whatever we’re drinking. And third—

Yes?

Third: you get extra points for making my little brother drool.

"Excuse me! Declan protested. I’m sitting right here!"

What do I get if he creams his shorts?

That’s negotiable, Taylor said. . . . three, two, one— She gave the thumbs-up sign.

Well, if I can’t make it up. Danni winked at Declan. There was this one time—

At band camp? Declan added helpfully. Does that count as a clever movie reference?

"—in a bar—smartass!—in Laramie. This would have been a year or so before I transferred back east. Actually, it was close to the start of my freshman year at U-Dub. I was still something of a wide-eyed innocent, just off the turnip truck from the middle of nowhere."

Sort of the same boat Dec’s going to be in when he starts here next fall, Taylor said.

Not sure I was ever that wide-eyed, Danni teased. "Anyway, I’d gone out with a couple of my girlfriends, Shaline and Shelby, to catch this electric blues act we all liked. Well, that wasn’t completely it. There was this guy I was sort of into but was too shy to do anything about, a big, lanky cowboy type named Huck—and no! I’m not making this up. Shelby had supposedly fixed it so he’d be