Books by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
THE PRICE OF PLEASURE
NEVER ENOUGH
CLUB FANTASY
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
THE SECRET LIVES OF HOUSEWIVES
NAUGHTIER BEDTIME STORIES
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
Naughtier Bedtime Stories
JOAN ELIZABETH LLOYD
CONTENTS
Introduction
The Cave of Delight
The Model
The Monica Thing
The Perfect Mate
Blind Passion
Blind Passion—The Next Chapter
The Corset
The Gloves
Family Jewels—One Evening
Family Jewels—A Few Days Later
In the Shower
The Mile-High Club
Atlantic City Gamboling
Music
A Love Potion
Coming-Out Party
Cleopatra’s Treasure
Gift Wrap
Just a Guy and a Girl
Tennis
The Power of Love
A Shower Massager
Stocking Stuffers
Breasts
The Sculptor
Cast
Cock Teaser
Fellatio
The Hammock
For the Love of Diamonds
Rob
Naked Places
Tarzan
A Visit to the Doctor
Beads
Puss in Boots
Something Naughty
My Little Secret
No Ticket for Me!
Outside My Window
Introduction
I love a good erotic story and judging from your wonderfully positive reaction to Naughty Bedtime Stories, you do as well. So here are many more of my personal favorites. Combine a delicious short story with your own imagination and you can be anyone, do anything, with any partner and no one will be the wiser. Want to play with a shower massager? Want to join the mile-high club? Want to drink a love potion or feed one to the partner of your choice? Using the stories in this book you can do all of those things and so many more.
Read the tales here privately or gather your courage and share them with your lover. Read them silently, or aloud, alone or cuddled in bed with your partner. If a story here makes you smile or piques your sexual curiosity, don’t keep that a secret. If you don’t feel brave enough to read it to your lover, slip a bookmark in the page and put the book into your partner’s briefcase or lunch box. He or she will certainly understand, and you’ll both benefit from your bravery.
Erotica is highly personal and you might find that a story doesn’t appeal. Just skip it and go on to the next. I know there will be many you’ll want to read again and again.
So let’s begin.
The Cave of Delight
IT WAS SPOKEN OF around the village, but only in whispers. Bret had heard about the Cave of Delight from his older brothers, not as fact but as something young men fantasized about. No one would admit to having searched for it, but everyone knew that in the twilight boys from the surrounding area wandered through the woods and searched at the foot of the nearby mountains. No one had ever found it, at least not that anyone knew.
The Cave of Delight. All one’s sexual fantasies came true inside. The most beautiful women would do anything to make you happy. But, according to the rumors, you could stay for only one night, after which you could never return. It would be a night worth whatever it cost, and Bret would pay any price.
So Bret searched. Every evening after working in his father’s fields, he would take off in a different direction and walk until it got dark, then find his way home by the light of the lantern he carried. And occasionally he didn’t return until morning. No one noticed, and he was completely at home out in the open.
One afternoon he finished his plowing, and, with a sack containing his lantern, a loaf of bread, and a small wheel of cheese, he took off in a new direction. Soon he would marry, he thought. The match had been arranged for him by his family, and he hadn’t yet seen the woman. It didn’t matter. Marriage was for bearing children—strong sons to work in the fields, beautiful daughters to help their mother and eventually marry into powerful families. Good loving? Bret sighed. He hoped so and would do whatever he could to make it so, but from what he knew of his married friends and brothers, it was usually rather ordinary. It would be comfortable sex every evening if he wanted.
As the shadows lengthened and the air cooled, he kept walking toward faraway hills. Suddenly he saw a rabbit disappear behind some rocks. Realizing that he’d never been aware of anything behind the small rockfall, he followed the rabbit. Finding a small passageway, he wiggled through the narrow opening and crawled through a low tunnel.
He heard water running and felt warm air on his face, and he kept crawling. Finally the tunnel sloped downward and widened. When the ceiling became high enough, Bret stood up and walked, ending up in a small cave. He looked around in the dim light, his eyes barely able to make out the rock walls and the small pool at the foot of a low waterfall. How could he see at all in a completely enclosed cave? Where was the faint illumination coming from? He shook his head and set his pack on a ledge.
He walked to the edge of the pool and dipped his fingers in the water. Rather than the cold of the springs near the farm, this water was almost hot. Again he looked around. Nothing but rock. He realized he was hot and sweaty and thought a dip in the warm spring would feel wonderful. He quickly stripped off his clothes and walked into the water. In the center, the water came up to his shoulders so he lifted his feet and floated on the smooth surface.
“I didn’t think you’d be able to swim,” a soft voice said.
Bret stood up and looked around the inside of the cave but saw no one. “Who’s there?” Nothing. He must have imagined the voice, but it had sounded so clear. After a few moments, he lifted his feet and put his head back, lifting his hips to the surface.
“Very beautiful,” she said.
Suddenly he realized that he was naked, and he stood so the water concealed his body. “Okay, stop fooling around. Who’s there?”
Her laugh was musical, and he knew that he’d never heard anything like it before. “Me,” she said.
Again Bret stood up. “And who’s me?”
“You can call me Marie.” There was a splash and he felt, rather than saw, a presence in the pool. Her head surfaced beside his, and he got a dim look at his companion. Although he couldn’t see her very well, he knew that she was beautiful. He