Your Darkest Desires (Four Complete Short Erotic Stories Of Different Flavors)

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Authors: Lola Remy
Your Darkest Desires
    Erotic Short Story Compilation
    Lola Remy
    Copyright © 2014 Lola Remy
    Cover art by Lola Remy
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    Three days ago, an unprecedented heat wave had rolled in from out of nowhere, sending temperatures soaring into the sky. In my little cul-de-sac, the residents were mostly amused on the first day. Reno was pretty toasty on a good day, so when we had to break out our flimsiest clothes to keep our skin from chafing, none of us really stopped to wonder what was going on.
    Truthfully, most of us were more concerned with checking out our neighbors. I spent most of the afternoon alternatively staring at the way Charlie – one half of the gay couple across the road – kept bending over in the middle of his driveway. At some point, I realized his boyfriend, Sam, was as hypnotized as I was; we caught each other’s eye and tried to tamp down the hysteria when we laughed.
    On the second day, people were less amused and more frustrated. Heat had a way of bringing out the crazy in folks, and excessive humidity only added gasoline to an already raging fire. Nerves frayed and tempers flared, leading to out-and-out screaming matches between previously friendly neighbors. Rosa and Dave from the end of the block smashed Mrs. Greenberg’s lawn ornaments – I didn’t think they knew why, either – and in retaliation, Mrs. G walked up to Rosa’s parents and told them that their fifteen-year-old daughter liked to have loud, filthy sex with Dave when they weren’t at home; the last I heard, Rosa was grounded until her funeral.
    By the time the sun set on the third evening without respite from the blistering heat, we were all going a little insane. Every window and door on every house in the neighborhood was wide open, but there wasn’t a lick of breeze circulating anywhere. Almost everyone had stripped down to his or her rattiest underwear, and our sense of shame seemed to have evaporated during the day.
    People lay sprawled out on their lawns, dousing their faces with water every once in a while. Nobody in our neighborhood seemed to have central air, and even though most of the people who lived here couldn’t afford it, we all fervently agreed to have air-conditioners installed as soon as the heat let up. With that decision made, we went back to staring at the sky in a daze.
    I’d almost become used to the feeling of sweat dripping down between my shoulder blades, when the unthinkable happened: the power went out.
    All at once, every single streetlamp blinked off, the lights in the windows died, and the neighborhood was plunged into darkness. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the startling lack of light, when I heard it – or more accurately, when I stopped hearing it. The faint hum of electronics running in the background was gone, and I groaned when I spotted the blades of the table fan behind me whir to a halt.
    This sucked monkey balls.
    Evidently, the rest of my neighborhood agreed vehemently, and I dropped my head against the backrest of the patio chair as cries of outrage echoed through the night. People yelled and shrieked up and down the street, cursing everyone from the President of the Free World to the little Southern boy who usually came to check on our electrical lines; when someone discovered that the cell towers were down, as well, all hell broke loose.
    The drama of the situation would have been incredibly amusing, if I hadn’t been so miserable about the layers of sweat that had fused to my skin. The muggy air felt like it

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