Free Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) by Lily Harlem Page A

eagle.
    “Ah, ah, yes, I’m coming,” he grunted then
froze at the hilt.
    Sliding my hands down the smooth planes of
his back to his butt, I pulled him closer still. Felt his cock pulsing inside
me, jolting up against my cervix. Our bodies had come together spectacularly,
wondrously. I couldn’t have ever hoped for more.
     “You okay, baby,” he gasped, opening
his eyes and gazing down at me. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, his
lips were moist and parted.
    I touched the teeth marks over his eagle
then reached up and cupped the scarred side of his face. “Never better, you?”
    “Abso-bloody-lutely.” He grinned, a dirty,
sexy grin that balled his cheek against my palm. “Who would have thought,” he
said, “that the shiest little bird of them all would be the one to take me to
paradise?

 
    About Shy Bird and The Actress
     
    Both Shy Bird and The Actress are
additions to anthologies published by the charity Coming Together. Shy Bird
features in Coming
Together Triumphantly edited by Dorla Moorehouse and raises money for The
National Women’s Health Network. Each story, donated for free by the authors,
shows how sexy a person’s recovery can be when individuals take the chance to
be happy again after physical or emotional trauma. I really enjoyed writing Shy
Bird and I hope readers find Ray, with his scars and history, a super-sexy
hero. The rest of the anthology is available on Amazon and Smashwords and by
purchasing it you’ll be supporting this worthy cause.
    The Actress was the very first story I
donated to Coming Together back in 2010 and is nestled in the pages of Coming
Together As One . Each story in this book is ménage a trois orientated and
funds raised go to the charity One, which, headed by U2’s Bono (my favourite
band of all time), aims to end extreme global poverty and preventable diseases
around the world. For more information visit One . The entire anthology is also
available on Amazon and Smashwords and by purchasing you can be content in the
knowledge that while enjoying a little bad you are doing a lot of good!

The Actress
     
    I lifted my stiff neck from the floral
pillow and fumbled for the bifocals resting on my nightgown. Sliding them on, I
managed, after a few moments, to make out the numbers dancing in the serrated
green haze of the digital alarm clock. 05:04 . O nly four hours until Leanne arrived.
    After ringing the bell for a pot of Earl
Grey I reached for the dog-eared scrapbook resting on my bedside table. It was
impressively heavy, ridiculously thick and had been laminated by Leanne several
years ago as a Christmas present.
    I found myself reaching for it often as I
approached my ninetieth year. For me, history held so much more than the
future. I wasn't bitter, scared, or even sad about this fact. It was simply how
it was, and I accepted it — although the arthritic joints I could happily do without.
    The scrapbook helped me lose myself in my
past, and boy, what a past it had been. There'd been nothing boring about my
life. I'd lived it to the full. No, make that, I’d lived it to bursting point.
    I opened it randomly to let the memories
burst out. The first picture to show itself was a paparazzi picture of me,
Sapphire Makepeace, holding up my first glittering Best Actress Oscar outside
the Kodak Theatre. I looked stunning in a cerise full-length gown which hugged
my slender curves and hit so low at the front my navel would have been the next
viewable piece of flesh. I wore a dazzling smile and an enormous collection of
diamonds on my left ring finger. Dean Mayer, my new husband, stood close by,
his raven hair slicked to the side, square jaw set proud and his hand resting
in the small of my back. I could still fell the possessive, reassuring pressure
of his palm against my bones.
    I swallowed and pulled in a tight breath
and the memory of his favourite Italian aftershave swirled in my chest. It was
a part of me. He was part of me. Fifty-four years of marriage