Constance's Sexy Shorts

By Constance Letterman

This short story collection ranges from the fantastical to the bizarre. Each stand alone story will entice you. From a mildly fantastical goddess to the furry fox captain of a space ship, each story will be sure to steam up your day. Contains adult material and sex, lots of sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Constance Letterman
• Release date: Mar 1, 2017

Constance Letterman

Constance Letterman is a geek and a sci-fi/fantasy fan girl. She loves a good adventure with a side of romance. She is sex positive and into sharing kinky tales. She writes stories of excitement and sex. She also does a bit of art when she has time between writing. She has a website with a free illustrated serial erotic fantasy, Adventures on Shoals Asunder. www.magicstoneportal.com

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Constance's Sexy Shorts

by Constance Letterman

Published 2017 on Smashwords by Constance Letterman

2017 © Constance Letterman

These fictional stories contain graphic descriptions of sex and are intended for a mature audience only. By proceeding past this disclaimer you agree that you are legally allowed to read adult materials in the country where you reside. All characters depicted in these stories are aged 18 or over.

Table of Contents

Night Cove

The Goddess

Satyr's Delight

Night Music

Chasing the Wisp

Fox Pas

Night Cove

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Rituals can be tantalizing secrets, whispered in mystic reverence between those most intimate with their meanings. No matter how strange, to feel the power of a ritual is to touch the very essence of our connections to one another. I find rituals scintillating, and that is why I went to such lengths to experience one of the most sensual rituals I had ever heard of. Never in a million years did I believe I would actually be chosen.

My Grandmother left a tiny village off the coast of British Columbia when she was five, but that blood tie was enough to allow me a candidacy in a strange, self abasing ritual which took place once a year. I'm an attractive woman, I wouldn't have been chosen if I wasn't, but there were several other candidates who took beauty to a level beyond my girlish charm. Still, something about me appealed to the judging elders, and there I was, the result of my own curiosity, and a desire to delve deeply into my own culture.

I still heard the engine of the floatplane drifting off into the distance, but in the cabin around me there was blessed silence. The past few hours before sunset had been a flurry of activity for me. Pampered and preened, I had been surrounded by a gaggle of elderly women whose names I couldn't remember. I had simply referred to them all as Auntie. They were the keepers of the traditions in the tribal village.

The sun had warmed the quaint getaway, but once it drifted below the tree line, I no longer felt the heat from the sunny rays. A chill breeze drifted from the still waters of the inlet, through the rustic structure. Lacy white curtains wafted helplessly in the simple wood framed window. I warmed myself by the fire in the pot bellied iron stove, but the errant wind still nibbled playfully at my exposed skin.

I was resting on the plush love seat, my long slender legs tucked underneath. My chocolate hair was freshly trimmed short in a style that looked easily manicured without a lot of fuss. There was no electricity in the cabin, but rows and rows of white dancing candles had been lined around the room, giving me light as the essence of the day drifted into a deep wild darkness.

As per the ritual, I was dressed in next to nothing. The white scrap of fabric, which served as my loincloth, was askew revealing glimpses of the soft fur beneath. My mocha skinned breasts were bare, and my nipples were reacting to the chilly breeze by standing at attention. Red and yellow paint was slathered across my chest and neck. I enjoyed the effect, finding it alluring and tribal. It made me feel like a wild child who belonged in this wilderness.

Tonight, I was going to meet a stranger. All I knew about him was that he was from the Village of Seals. I was told they were shape shifters, but I assumed that was figurative. For one night the two of us would live in this cabin as man and wife. If we made love before the sun rose, both our people would be safe from an angry goddess for another year. If things went well, I could return to this place again to meet with the man who would be my cove husband for one night annually. The ritual is meant to have no effect on our mundane lives, since it only lasts one night. Any relationships or connections we have during the rest of the year are put on hold for this special period, sort of like a time out of time.

I had no idea what to expect from my cove husband, and lover for the night. Would he be young and attractive, or perhaps old and perverted? Would he find me alluring and irresistible, or would he coldly and callously take me, merely doing his duty? My heart fluttered in my chest when I thought about the possibilities.

An hour after the sun had set, when he still had not arrived, I began to get nervous. Would he call it off? Was I not a worthy candidate after all? I chided myself as silly. He couldn't possibly have decided these things, when he hadn't even seen me yet. He was probably just running late, I consoled myself. I was quickly growing tired of the peace and quiet inside the cabin, however, so I decided to leave the warmth and safety of the building to wait for him by the dock.

I was not expecting the drastic temperature drop. As soon as I stepped through the door of the cabin, I could see the misty veil of my breath. Goose pimples stood up all over my arms and chest. I turned to face the cabin once again, looking longingly back into the warmth. Then stern determination took over me. I wanted to see how long I could last in the wilderness, bare chested and wild. Instead of retreating to safety, I crept down the path leading to the docks.

The dirt footpath was lined with a hundred luminaries, leading down to a wooden dock. Beyond that was the waters of the inlet, and a dense forest of evergreens. I hurried to the pier, already feeling the cold creeping under my skin. I couldn't last long, but I was getting a naughty thrill from exposing myself to the unforgiving elements. Daringly I stooped down on the docks, dangling my feet inches above the freezing waters. I submerged them, my toes instantly going numb, and giggled at my own daring.

Beneath me, in the water, a shape drifted past, brushing against my frozen digits. I squealed and pulled my feet out of the water. When I did, the shape disappeared into the darkness. I leaned over, laying my breasts across the rough boards to get a closer look at what had startled me. I peered as close to the water as I could without falling in.

From the depths, rose a long slender nose, followed by a pair of deep brown eyes circled by dark fur. The creature was a fur seal, there was no mistaking. I had never seen one up close, but I knew what they looked like from pictures. If I didn't know better, I would say the seal was laughing at me. I lay there perfectly still, and the creature touched the tip of its nose to mine, then it slid back under, without a ripple.

I lay there a moment to catch my breath, when something happened that stole it away once again. From the gently lapping water emerged the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His brown skin was dripping wet from the icy waters of the inlet. He wore leather pants and a leather vest, both of which fit tightly against his muscled body. Strangely the leather held up to the massive amount of water that surrounded him almost like it was skin instead of clothing. Shoulder length auburn hair, as wet with crystal water as the rest of him, dripped rivulets down his lightly furred chest.

You're real. I sputtered, I mean you're really a seal and everything.

His visage was boyish, and a wide grin spread across his face when he looked at me. My name is Delling. He bowed low, taking my hand and, and kissing it lightly with sexy lips. I am the cove husband. You are beautiful. I hope I am lucky enough to be looking at my cove wife.

I blushed, suddenly hyper aware of my naked skin in the night air. I was starting to shiver from exposure to the cold, and my nipples were little diamonds perched on the mounds of my breasts. "My name is Sadie, and tonight