“One Night of Sin” is an erotic short that features Lisette, a librarian, and Sully, a rich Dom. When Sully’s car gets stuck in a snow bank, he comes to the library to call a tow truck (although why a rich man wouldn’t have a cell phone in this day and age…). Essentially, this piece is a long sex scene. Outside of Lisette telling the reader about her life in the early pages, the story is a description of Lisette’s and Sully’s sexual encounter with some sexy dialogue thrown in.
This is a pretty ordinary story that could have benefited from some editing, suffering from typos, rampant misuse of commas, and one or two dangling participles—all of which make the story more difficult to read. Continuity errors also detract from the story. For instance, at one point the story says, “Wrapping his fingers around my bound wrists, he slides his legs between them, so I look as if a child wrapped around their fathers’ leg.” In the next paragraph, it says, “My hands still bound in front of me, dangle.” Sometimes the movements and placement of body parts didn’t seem to quite add up.
Still, there are some hot moments. If you’re looking for arousal rather than a complex story, One Night of Sin might work for you. I give this story two cat kisses.
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Lissette Banning spent all of her time with books. As the head librarian, she was there from open to close and almost always alone. One snowy night will turn into a blizzard of sin and make all her fantasies come true. She will soon learn, some fantasies are better in real life than any of her books.
Sullivan Bixby just came in to call a tow truck. His vehicle stuck in a snow bank, he soon realizes he’d rather be snowed in the library than anywhere else. Can he help Ms. Banning lose her inhibitions? Can he show her the true meaning of pleasure?
Veronica Velvet is a writer of Erotic/BDSM stories. Her first short story, “One Night of Sin,” introduces readers to Sullivan Bixby and her Club Liaison series. These stories are going to follow members of the club as Sullivan plays “Matchmaker”. To follow Veronica, you can reach her on Facebook or Twitter.
Sighing, I place my glasses on the desk before me. Glancing at the clock, it’s only eight pm. I still have another hour before I can close up here, go home, curl up with some wine and a Channing Tatum flick. The book I’m reading is getting real steamy and I don’t want to read it here. I want to be home, in my bath tub with my Form 6 G3. The toy is an invention of heaven. Fiddling with the nameplate on my desk, I trace the letters with my fingers. I could be naughty and bring it to work with me one day. This makes me smile to myself.
Yup, that’s me. A thirty year old lonely librarian, who at the moment is thinking of bringing a vibrator to work with her. Thinking to myself, I wonder where I went wrong. I loved books growing up so much that I spent a lot of money on an education about them. Now, I run the library public library here in Canandaigua, New York all by myself. From the time it opens in the morning, until it closes at night. Nine to nine. Some would think it’s hard working twelve hour days, five days a week. I don’t mind though. It’s not like I have a life. I never go to the slopes to ski, I don’t partake in wine tours, hell, I barely have any friends. They all moved away to far more interesting places after high school. Some people laugh and find it funny that I live in Wine Country and don’t do the tours. Why would I, considering it’s only me? For someone like me who spends years with their nose in a book, you end up missing so much that goes on around you. This, I’ve learned the hard way. There’s no one special in my life, no excitement and most certainly no sex.
Pushing the current romance novel away from me, I slide my glasses back on my face. It’s not like anyone comes in after six at night anyways, but who knows. There could be some college student needing late night studying or help with a term paper. I don’t mind missing out on night life. It’s not like I date. I don’t have many friends other than the people who come in here to read or talk about books, if you can even call them friends. I don’t go out to dinner and the last boyfriend I had was in my first year of college. Unlike the amazing romantic erotica I read now, the sex wasn’t that great and I’ve had nothing to compare it with since except myself. I’m not a lesbian or anything, but I just don’t see the point in wasting time with a man who can’t please me like I can please myself. No drunken bar hookups for me. A good book, a good vibrator and that’s all I’ve ever needed.