The way he pressed himself to me let me know that we really were back in those glorious, desire-filled times. I could fell how he wanted me, And in an instant, I realised how much I’d never stopped wanting him . . .
A beautiful silk basque which revives a fading love affair; a hot summer night’s fantasy which surprisingly comes true; an emergency dash to the hospital with an unusual Santa Claus; an elevating encounter with a mysterious man in black . . .
In this first-ever collection of her short fiction, Dorothy Starr, author of Hotel Aphrodisia, provides a feast of erotic entertainment, a perfect bedside companion guaranteed to produce sweet dreams . . .