All My Dark Places

By Genevieve Kurtiz

A very personal collection of 10 erotic short stories from Genevieve Kurtiz. Part fiction, part auto-biography, All My Dark Places explores memory and sensuality from the raw unconstrained youth of the author. These stories take us into the nether worlds of her (and our) experiences both with and within the body. This is very good smut. We look forward to more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mirabilia Novum
• Release date: Oct 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463869390

Genevieve Kurtiz

Genevieve Kurtiz is an Associate Editor for Mirabilia Novum. A former dancer, they have long held a sex positive fascination for the aesthetic of the human form and the extremes to which the human body can be pushed in the pursuit of both Art and Pleasure.

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ALL MY DARK PLACES

SHORT STORIES

by

Genevieve Kurtiz

Published by Mirabilia Novum at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 Mirabilia Novum Publishing

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

FOREWORD

HOLD ME INSIDE

WINDOW SEAT

ON THE ROOF

COATS

BIKE LANE

SHOWERHEAD

CHESS CLUB

FUCKING LAUNDRY

FIRST TIME TIED

DOUBLE FEATURE

AFTERWORD

ALL MY DARK PLACES

FOREWORD

This is an unabashed and deeply personal collection of erotic remembrances, dreams and desires. These are the stories formed from my own experiences which, like most of us, are kept quietly inside, away from the light and rarely spoken of.

So, of course, I am writing them down to share with you.

There's a lot of fiction in these first person remembrances and a lot of truth. What matters the most, to me at least, are the feelings.

All the feels.

Those are real. Those are true.

HOLD ME INSIDE

I didn't catch her name.

A feisty munchkin of a grrl who had singled me out from within the crowd at an after-hours club, took me by the hand and led me off to the washrooms.

Just like that.

I was busy dancing with somebody (don't remember who) and watched in amazement as this tiny tough girl in canvas sneakers, torn jeans, faded old Bif Naked t-shirt and a dark, battered, blood-red leather jacket, pushed her way through the surging throng, all twisting and pulsing to the beat but not her; and with her bright eyes fixed on mine, a sly smile tugging up at one corner of her wide mouth, she lifted her chin to me and held out her hand.

I took it.

She took me.

We took our time in the last cubicle, ignoring whoever was pounding on the door, mouths locked together and doing our best to devour each other's tongues. She smelled of cloves and her skin was hot to the touch. I ran my hand through her short dark blue hair and gripped her head tight, pressing my face to hers. She had one hand up my skirt and down the waistband of my panties, gripping my pussy, kneading it and tugging at it, wanting more.

Coming up for air we both stopped and started laughing, our mouths still wet and open with a string of drool connecting us, and then lunged back at each other again; grappling and pressing and pushing and shoving and lifting, getting aggressively physical with each other even as we melted together like butter in a hot pan. My knickers fell down to my ankles and I propped one foot up on the toilet, rocking my pelvis hard against her probing wet fingers.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and licked my face, dragging her tongue across my cheek and over my eye, before plunging her face into my neck and hissing in my ear as she gripped my pussy hard.

Come with me.

God, I hope so., I groaned.

With that she grabbed me by the wrist, hauled me out of the cubicle, leaving my underwear on the floor. We stumbled out of the washroom and past the inevitable lineup, ignoring their envious stares, and shoved our way through the dancers, out of the club and into the streets.

The back alley and the street beyond shimmered in the streetlights. It had rained earlier and now the concrete and asphalt were lit with neon reflection just like in the movies. Slashes of brilliant color and glinting highlights decorated everything. The whole world was high. I was dizzy and giddy, leaning heavily on her as we both staggered our way around a few quick corners, pausing now and again in some doorway to clamp our faces together, and then up the stairs to small apartment over a dry goods store. She was swift with her keys and we fell through the doorway and hit the floor hard together. Without taking her mouth from mine, she kicked at the door, slamming it shut.

Pitch black it seemed now, with no lights and my eyes closed, just the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet slurping of our lips together; and that warm, clove scented air that rose from her skin.

We stayed there like that on the floor for a while, reveling in the touch and taste of each other, pulling at each other's clothes, exposing more and more of ourselves. She sat up, astride me. I opened my eyes and in the dim light aching its way past the window blinds I watched as she tore off her t-shirt and threw it aside. Her small breasts were perfect and I enjoyed the touch of her hard nipples grazing the palms of my hands. She chuckled deep in her throat and jumped to her feet, squirming out of the rest of her clothes. I did the same.

Naked now, the light through the blinds wrapping shadowy lines around her sinewy body as she flowed across the floor and literally crawled her way up me, wrapping her arms around my neck and lifting her legs up over my hips, clinging to me like some feral creature. I held on to her tight round ass and lost myself once more in her mouth, lips so soft and warm, tongue so wet and hot. Her face, so close, a blur through my hazy gaze, eyes opening to stare into me, catching the light and burning with their connection to my own.

I wanted to ask her who she was, where she came from, why she wanted me, how could she be so delicious and what she wanted me to do next. So many questions, all fuelled by her dark, seething and intense sexual energy. I felt the need to reach past this visceral connection we both now embraced, this ephemeral moment of complete physical bliss and utter abandonment of care to the celebration of this moment of the flesh, to elicit some deeper, more profound understanding of the entrancement which possessed me so.

Ahh-mmmm., I managed to slur.

She pressed her forehead against mine and softly responded.

shhhhhhh

We stayed like that for a while, catching our breath, enjoying the sensation of sweat (both hers and mine) trickling down between my