Love, Nostalgia & Lights in the Sky

Love, Nostalgia & Lights in the Sky is a collection of tiny stories, featuring some of my micro fiction, #vss (very short stories), flash and short poetry previously published here, in my newsletter and on my social profiles.

This book contains some adult content of a romantic and sexual nature, and is intended for readers over the age of eighteen.

It’s available for free when you subscribe to Dot Club.

A starry silhouette of a couple dancing on the cover of Love, Nostalgia & Lights in the Sky by JL Peridot

Should I be embarrassed? We’re not teenagers anymore.

You and I was my first erotica release in 2017. It began as an experiment in steamy “sudden fiction”, then later became a five-piece series of flash fiction chapters. I was reading a lot of Literotica back then and wanted to see how things would turn out if you shot for the same level of heat but with a more introspective tone.

Hope you enjoy this little excerpt from my early foray into rude writing 💜

The credits finish. In reality, a second passes, but it seems to take forever. It’s so quiet, I can hear the tap drip in the kitchen. Should I be embarrassed? We’re not teenagers anymore. But we’ve never been this close before and my skin is burning.

“Should I get up?” I ask. I’m exposed and awkward, unsure of where this goes. What would it mean to you, if I sat up? Should we pretend this never happened? The questions in a question.

Your mouth moves, silently at first. Then you say: “You don’t have to. I mean, if you don’t want to.”

You look in my eyes and I wonder if you can tell I’ve thought about us being here. I wonder if you know I borrow the clothes you leave behind when you crash after a big night; if you know I know they smell the way you do up close. With my face pressed against you and my belly in knots.

Fuck it. I don’t want to keep wondering.

“I’ll stay a bit,” I say. I smile and move my head, press a little harder; you breathe deep. “Hey, I don’t have to be anywhere tonight. Do you?”

“Nowhere,” you shake your head. “Nothing planned.”

“Can I take this?” I ask. I tug at the waistband of your shorts. A wispy tuft peeks out from the gap between your shirt and underwear.

You look like you’re about to say something; either ask me to stop or to keep going. I wait to feel your hands on the back of my head, wait to hear you tell me, direct, to put your dick in my mouth and suck it until you come. But that’s only how I imagine you. You’re too polite for that. You just nod and wait for me.

You lift your hips and I slip your shorts off. The cut of your v-line surprises me. It really shouldn’t. I’ve seen you countless times, shirt off, passed out drunk exactly where I’m lying now. But not like this, I suppose. Not where you’re inches from my face with your eyes on me and your abdomen rising and falling like unbreaking waves.

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A beautiful brunette woman is embraced from behind by a masculine pair of arms. She closes her eyes and revels in it.

Abandon all shyness, ye who enter here…

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About Henry on The Good Bits Podcast

One of the good bits from About Henry is now available on The Good Bits Podcast!

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The Good Bits Podcast is a sexy audio collection of good bits from erotic books. It’s such an honour to have my work featured alongside the likes of Alessandra Torre, Fiona Zedde, Sierra Simone, Clare Connelly and other incredible writers.

The Boy and His Book — a microfic

Our elbows touched. He turned away—as if I wouldn’t catch him—and blushed into his bawdy paperback. Seconds later, he downed his coffee and darted out the door.

I watched lazily as he fumbled for his keys. He fell into the driver’s seat and took off. Rain darkened the asphalt of his parking bay.

Ah dear—I thought, lighting up my Kindle with a smile—if only you knew what I was reading too. We could be such good friends 😏

Originally published in Dot Club #13 (June 2019).

 

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She is helpless against it, and I watch.

Birdwatchers started as an early practice piece for first-person perspective and deep POV. I was obsessed with the effect of the “unreliable narrator” on the reading journey, and this is what came of a couple evenings’ study. I also wanted to write a story that included birds because bird stuff is cool.

Anyway, please enjoy this excerpt of Birdwatchers, a short story about an erotic encounter on a summer afternoon:

She reaches behind her and tugs at the strings. They come apart and her white bikini top falls around her waist. She gathers her hair and wraps it in a scarf on top of her head. Then she lies back. She reaches for her book. Her breasts settle on her chest. Her nipples, the colour of wrens, face the blue sky.

It’s quiet here. Tourists don’t hike this far up the mountain. She must know it; she doesn’t bother looking around before slipping a hand into her bikini bottom. The motion of her fingers is obvious beneath the fluttering fabric.

Her breathing deepens into a rhythm. Her chest rises and falls, lifting and lowering the book she clutches in her left hand while her right one shudders between her legs. Her belly is tight. Her crimson lips are soft and pouting.

“Oh!” she cries. But her voice is swallowed by the forest.

Her canary yellow picnic blanket is crumpled in a nest around her. Her body is turbulent, swept away by a squall. It whips her until she starts to tremble, her headscarf comes loose and, finally, she drops the book.

“Oh!” she cries again, and arches her back against the rock bed. Her sunglasses topple off her face. Her eyes are hummingbird green and beating their wings in the storm.

And then, she sees me.

Hands fly to cover her naked breasts, but the tempest rages on. She is helpless against it, and I watch. She rolls onto her belly, body still billowing. Her legs curl beneath her, knees to chest, and she buries her face in the blanket.

The gale becomes a breeze and fades into the distance.

She looks at me and sits up. Her body is exposed now, breasts heaving as her breath comes back to her. She keeps her eyes on me while she re-does her hair and rests the sunglasses on her head. She smiles.

“Why didn’t you take a picture?” she asks. “That’s what you came here for, wasn’t it?”

“N… no,” I say. I hold up the camera, fighting the weight of the lens. “I came to watch the birds.”

She sits back and crosses her legs in front of her. She points her toes towards me, then at the sky, then back to me. She licks her lips.

“So…” Her smile deepens. “Watch the birds then.”

Read the rest of Birdwatchers

Birdwatchers is available at major ebook retailers.

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Where the Sun Always Shines — an anthology of feel good stories

Where the Sun Always Shines, an anthology of feel good stories, is out now!

Where the Sun Always Shines is a free anthology of feel good stories created through the donated time and effort of the authors, editors, and designers to make you smile, make you laugh, and give you hope.

Edited by Crystal L. Kirkham and Jodi Jensen 💖 I’m honoured to have my short story, Playing Trades, counted among the hope-inspiring works in this anthology. It’s now available for free in the Kyanite Shop.

Where the Sun Always Shines: An anthology of feel good stories

I remember him catching my wrist. I remember a kiss.

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Julie couldn’t help it. After her brief dalliance with the charming, carefree, married Henry Aston, he was well and truly under her skin. Mr. and Mrs. Aston were only out of town for a couple of weeks when reality sank in—little Julie Ho was just a summer fling.

Here’s how it all turned out in the end. What happened when the Astons got back from their road trip. What happened after a chance meeting in a cocktail bar on the other side of town. And what happened when Henry finally introduced Julie to his wife…

Excerpt from About Her by JL Peridot:

I don’t recall everything as well as I’d like. I remember the lights not working. I remember my bra hook getting caught in my hair. And I remember Henry’s socks. Now, I hate the sock thing as much as the next girl, but I remember telling him to keep them on. I liked that they were a gift from his wife.

I remember looking up with him kneeling over me, my knees over his shoulders, his arms around my waist, and his face between my legs. His tongue worked sharp, soft, textured, slow, then fast in just the right place. I was drunk, I was numb and warm and scattered and helpless in his grasp. Every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. I was on the edge—right on the fucking edge—ready to go over. But then he pulled away.

“God, why—”

“Not yet.”

Henry opened the window. The night breeze rolled through the room, cooling my skin. My nipples tightened from the sudden chill—I love how they look when they get that way. I hoped to see them cast on the wall, but that detail was lost in the shadows. And with a flick of a switch, those shadows went too, the only light now coming from outside, teasing the contours of Henry’s taught body and magnificent cock as he stood by the bedside lamp.

He shoved the bed against the window. Effortless. This guy was stronger than he looked. When he was done, I leaned across the bed and ran my fingers down his abs. I remember him catching my wrist. I remember a kiss.

Read the rest of About Her

About Her, the long-awaited follow-up to About Henry, is available for free on Vocal.

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About Her — an erotic short story

About Her is now out of my hands and into the world.

Thank you for waiting for this story, and for voicing your support on Twitter and Insta while I was agonising over the draft. Every manuscript somehow manages to be a psychological and emotional trip to hell and back—yeah, even happy stories. The creative process can be such a B.

Thank you for reading About Henry when it came out in the CapriLuxe Chronicles. I hope you enjoy this denouement of Julie Ho’s little adventure.

Woman stands by the window in a hotel room. Text reads: "About Her"

Special shoutouts to my partner for always rooting for me and taking me to all the lovely places Julie and Henry visited around Perth; to my editor Charlie Knight for the personal attention and care she gave this story; to the indelible Autumn Faraday for her inspiring CapriLuxe creation; to the amazingly talented authors who I’m honoured to have been featured alongside; and to you, yes you, for reading and writing with me 💜