18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Carl East
my
groceries with her.
Noticing
I had blood running down my face, I looked inside the purse and found an
address, which happily, was local. It didn't take long to reach it, and I was
about to knock on the door when the same vision of loveliness opened it and
stood before me.
"Ah,
you caught him!" she said, looking concerned about the bruise that was
appearing on my head. She reached up to gently part my hair, and seeing that I
had a slight cut just inside my hairline, she ushered me into her home.
"Please
sit down," she said, "I'll fetch some antiseptic medicine."
I
sat down feeling groggy; I just needed to rest a little. I must have passed out
for a few seconds, for when I came around she was tenderly administering the
antiseptic.
"Ouch,"
I said, flinching.
"Sorry,
I didn't mean to hurt you further," she said, proceeding to do so.
I
knew she was only trying to clean up the wound I had sustained on her behalf,
so I bore the stinging sensation and sat back to admire her body once again.
"So
this is the savior of the day," said a voice from the doorway.
I looked
up in shock to find an identical twin sister stepping into the room.
"Hello,
my name is Catherine," she said, offering me her hand.
I
shook it and introduced myself.
"Hi,
mine is Mark, and yours is..." I said, looking at the other sister.
"Mary...
would you like a drink while you recover?" she asked, walking over to the
drinks cabinet that was situated by the door.
"Scotch,
if you have one," I replied. "Neat, please."
She
nodded and started to pour three drinks.
I
couldn't believe my luck; here I was in the presence of two angels, each as
beautiful as the other. Catherine sat down beside me and took a peak at the
wound, which had stopped bleeding. She gently parted my hair scanning and
scrutinizing the wound, and being close, I could smell the perfume she was
wearing.
"Is
that Chanel?" I said, taking it in once more.
"Yes,
you know your fragrances," she replied.
Mary
handed me the drink and sat down on the other side of me. Sandwiched between
two goddesses I took a deep drink of scotch in an attempt to slow my heart
rate.
"What
happened after you turned that first corner?" said Mary, "you didn't
say."
I
took them through the entire chase embellishing slightly, and they listened
intently to every word I uttered. It was when she asked me why I felt I had to
be the hero, which made me blurt out the next line.
"I
was angry that someone as beautiful as you should be accosted in such a manner."
Suddenly
realizing what I had just said, I started to get embarrassed.
Catherine
giggled saying. "I think he's got a crush on you, Mary."
She
couldn't be more wrong—I had a crush on the pair of them. I couldn't help
thinking what it would be like to bed them both, which was a mistake, for such
thinking makes things happen—things you didn't intend to let happen—such as my cock
trying to escape from its prison. I shifted uncomfortably, hoping that they
didn't spot it. One should always have hope in any given situation and when
hope deserts you, you can always feign ignorance. I'm sure Mary at least had
spotted my uncomfortable situation, for she drew the conversation around to the
fact that she had taken my shopping bags with her when she had left the scene.
I
began to thank her for that, and started to rise, but promptly sat down again,
still feeling groggy. Mary suggested that I lie down for a while before
attempting to move further. Catherine agreed and proceeded to take a couple of
pillows away from the couch we were sitting on. Mary lay me down by bringing my
legs up and removing my shoes. I must have been more concussed than I realized,
for I fell asleep. When I awoke, I could hear voices; I consciously kept my
eyes closed and listened to their conversation.
"He's
cute, isn't he?" one of them said.
"Did
you see the size of that bulge in his pants?" said the other, "I almost
reached over and grabbed it."
They
both laughed at that point, and then one
groceries with her.
Noticing
I had blood running down my face, I looked inside the purse and found an
address, which happily, was local. It didn't take long to reach it, and I was
about to knock on the door when the same vision of loveliness opened it and
stood before me.
"Ah,
you caught him!" she said, looking concerned about the bruise that was
appearing on my head. She reached up to gently part my hair, and seeing that I
had a slight cut just inside my hairline, she ushered me into her home.
"Please
sit down," she said, "I'll fetch some antiseptic medicine."
I
sat down feeling groggy; I just needed to rest a little. I must have passed out
for a few seconds, for when I came around she was tenderly administering the
antiseptic.
"Ouch,"
I said, flinching.
"Sorry,
I didn't mean to hurt you further," she said, proceeding to do so.
I
knew she was only trying to clean up the wound I had sustained on her behalf,
so I bore the stinging sensation and sat back to admire her body once again.
"So
this is the savior of the day," said a voice from the doorway.
I looked
up in shock to find an identical twin sister stepping into the room.
"Hello,
my name is Catherine," she said, offering me her hand.
I
shook it and introduced myself.
"Hi,
mine is Mark, and yours is..." I said, looking at the other sister.
"Mary...
would you like a drink while you recover?" she asked, walking over to the
drinks cabinet that was situated by the door.
"Scotch,
if you have one," I replied. "Neat, please."
She
nodded and started to pour three drinks.
I
couldn't believe my luck; here I was in the presence of two angels, each as
beautiful as the other. Catherine sat down beside me and took a peak at the
wound, which had stopped bleeding. She gently parted my hair scanning and
scrutinizing the wound, and being close, I could smell the perfume she was
wearing.
"Is
that Chanel?" I said, taking it in once more.
"Yes,
you know your fragrances," she replied.
Mary
handed me the drink and sat down on the other side of me. Sandwiched between
two goddesses I took a deep drink of scotch in an attempt to slow my heart
rate.
"What
happened after you turned that first corner?" said Mary, "you didn't
say."
I
took them through the entire chase embellishing slightly, and they listened
intently to every word I uttered. It was when she asked me why I felt I had to
be the hero, which made me blurt out the next line.
"I
was angry that someone as beautiful as you should be accosted in such a manner."
Suddenly
realizing what I had just said, I started to get embarrassed.
Catherine
giggled saying. "I think he's got a crush on you, Mary."
She
couldn't be more wrong—I had a crush on the pair of them. I couldn't help
thinking what it would be like to bed them both, which was a mistake, for such
thinking makes things happen—things you didn't intend to let happen—such as my cock
trying to escape from its prison. I shifted uncomfortably, hoping that they
didn't spot it. One should always have hope in any given situation and when
hope deserts you, you can always feign ignorance. I'm sure Mary at least had
spotted my uncomfortable situation, for she drew the conversation around to the
fact that she had taken my shopping bags with her when she had left the scene.
I
began to thank her for that, and started to rise, but promptly sat down again,
still feeling groggy. Mary suggested that I lie down for a while before
attempting to move further. Catherine agreed and proceeded to take a couple of
pillows away from the couch we were sitting on. Mary lay me down by bringing my
legs up and removing my shoes. I must have been more concussed than I realized,
for I fell asleep. When I awoke, I could hear voices; I consciously kept my
eyes closed and listened to their conversation.
"He's
cute, isn't he?" one of them said.
"Did
you see the size of that bulge in his pants?" said the other, "I almost
reached over and grabbed it."
They
both laughed at that point, and then one