Tessie L'Amour, Cecilia Tan, Sharazade, Sessha Batto, Nobilis Reed, Summer Daniels, Nan Allen, Ayoub Khote

Sexy Briefs: Knickers in a Twist

Foreword by Tessie L’Amour (Editor)

The idea for the Sexy Briefs collections started with a few authors chatting on Google+ and quickly took on a life of its own. Erotica + Free = Win. There’s an equation everybody could understand. For the readers, it would be a gold mine of well written erotica by both well known authors and ones they might want to know better. For the authors, it would be a chance to introduce themselves and their work to the legions of readers out there.

These stories are brief, averaging about 2000 words, but their quality (and downright wanton naughtiness) should encourage you to seek out the longer works by the authors you enjoy. Below each author is a set of links, both to places where their books and writing are available, and links to social media sites, especially Google+ which is quickly becoming the place to be for authors of erotica.

One last thing. If you visit our Sexy Briefs Google+ page at http://bit.ly/MmmSexyBriefs and add the page to your circles or +1 it, or our Sexy Briefs Facebook page at http://facebook.com/MmmSexyBriefs and then Like the page, you will be eligible for our drawings for free eBooks and other prizes. Plus, you’ll make the authors feel warm and appreciated, and there’s no telling where that might lead!

Thought So by Cecilia Tan

I have news for you, boys: there are horny women out there. There are women walking the streets, in bookstore aisles, riding trains, who are practically crying inside because they want it so bad. Either that, or I’m the only one. But I would put money on the fact that I am not the only one. Especially given what Jason has told me. It’s because of Jason that I don’t have to prowl those aisles, those trains, anymore.

I first noticed him in Walpenny’s, in the cookbook section. I was thumbing through a spiral bound volume on Thai cookery when I caught him looking at me. Or maybe it was he who caught me. By that point, I was frustrated. It was a summer evening, cool and breezy, and though I wore a brief, swishy dress, and had arranged my hair suggestively, I had not had good luck. The only mild interest I’d gotten was from people I had no interest in. And while I was starting to think I’d hump an aardvark if I had to, I knew better.