Much thanks to Rose, at MyErotica, for publishing Casanova. Her site is so popular that it got my little story a lot of exposure. I’m even listed as a Top Writer in the short story category! I don’t know how long it’ll last, but it’s fun for now. Here is the beginning of the story.
Casanova
The owner gave me one rule for using the hot tub — turn on the fan and keep the atrium door closed to prevent unwanted visitors. I’m assuming she meant Casanova, the neighbor’s cat, who thinks he owns the place.
I’ve taken the liberty of wearing Miranda Kane’s white silk robe. It’s a form of foreplay in itself — a sensual caress on my bare skin as I make my way through her beautiful home, getting everything ready. I’ll be taking some liberties with her jets too — it’ll be the closest I’ve come to sex in months.
I drape the robe over a chair and flip the switch for the fan. Nothing happens. I try it a couple more times, with the same result. It seems I’m going to have to break a rule. But isn’t it better to open the door than to let the room steam up?
The French doors open into a small, private courtyard. A gate separates this backyard from the neighbors. With the doors fully open, a cool breeze sweeps over me, hardening my nipples. Something soft swishes against my calves. It’s Casanova, strolling into the house as if I invited him. I suppose I have.
I don’t mind the company.
I put my feet into the water, and sip my chilled Chardonnay. Behind me, the cat purrs and rubs his face against my lower back. I reach behind me with one hand, stroking his fur. A strong breeze whips into the atrium and I shiver. Heat. I need heat.
I know from past experience that a properly placed stream of water will bring me to a quick climax, no hands required. I’m not looking for quick, not tonight.
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