Telling Tales

Telling Tales

by Charlotte Stein

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One Steamy Reunion

Back in college, Allie and her friends used to come up with the wildest stories. When a professor bequeaths his mansion to Allie and three other former students, it's the chance they've all been looking for to get back together. But there's more than friendship bubbling beneath the surface...

As secrets are revealed and relationships rekindled, the stories get dirtier and the stakes get higher. And now Allie's realizes that she isn't quite sure who she Wade or quiet, restrained Cameron. Neither has been honest about their feelings, and now they have the chance to act on all of the tales that ignite their most primal desires.

"I devoured this like a chocolate bar...This is a book I feel I will read over again."-Lucy Felthouse, author of Raising the Bar (The Edge Series)

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781402289606
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Publication date: 03/04/2014
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 19,238
File size: 809 KB

About the Author

Charlotte Stein has written over thirty short stories, novellas and novels. Her collection of short stories was named one of the best erotic romances of 2009 by Michelle Buonfiglio, and her first novel, Control, was recently called “…a non-stop crazy hot sex book”. When not writing non-stop crazy hot sex books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms and occasionally lusting after hunks. She lives in West Yorkshire with her husband and their imaginary dog.

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I think about Wade. I think about the hotter stories I wrote in his honour but never actually read aloud to any of the Candy Club, about the great and terrible land of Hamin-Ra, where the Queen rules over her harem of sweat-glossed men and my imagination gallops and thunders and tells me the most wicked things.

In the story, there’s always a line of men. A huge long line of them, one after the other, and none of them can look at the Queen but all of them feel the urge to. All of them are naked and some of them squirm, pricks stiff and backs too straight, trembling with the effort of being so perfectly obedient.

But none of them want her really, she knows. They want the idea of her, they want her crown. They want to stand at her side and rule Hamin-Ra, and so she teases each one with a finger on their cocks or a raised eyebrow, and passes them by.

Until she gets to the One. He doesn’t have to pretend, or feign desire. He stands there so seemingly insensible of her presence, with something smouldering and burning beneath eyes so quiet and still. And when she runs her hand over the heavy length of his slumbering cock, he seems to despise the thrill of desire that charges through his body.

Though I’ve no idea why. I’ve no idea why this one story turns me on so much, either, or what’s so compelling about his resistance. It hurts, that Wade so indifferently rejected me. Why do I give this one man Wade’s face and have him turn away from my Queen, even in so silly a fantasy?

But I do and he does and my clit thrums beneath the busy slide of my finger, all of me eager to hear the rest, the best parts, the scenarios I’ve replayed over and over in my head. Like the ones where the Queen tests him by tying him to a bedpost, then makes him watch as some other man licks and licks at her creaming sex.

Or maybe one of them – some big burly guard with grasping hands and a stone-like face – fucks her and fucks her in ways my resisting hero knows are wrong. He knows she’ll never come on her back like that, with her legs in the air and the guard’s little prick shoving in and out of her cunt.

How he longs to please her, my best hero. How he wants to fight the ropes around his hands and get at her with his stiff, swollen cock. He’s in agony – I know he’s in agony – but worse than that I truly understand the fantasy for the first time ever. My cheeks burn with shame and I fuck two fingers inside myself, knowing that I’m this ridiculous creature who wants someone to want me that badly, and oh there’s nothing I can do about it.

I try to slow everything down, to just feather those strokes over my bursting clit, but it’s like striking a match. It’s like rubbing my face against the coarse grain of someone’s stubble, even though I can barely recall what that feels like. In my head the hero doesn’t care about my shame or what the subtext of this fantasy is. He just tears his way out of the bonds that restrained him suddenly, full of all the fury and lust I’ve never seen on a man’s face in real life.

And then he does all of the disgusting, perverted, insane things I’ve always secretly wanted. He fucks her face with his steely cock, hand too tight in her hair and body rippling with that delicious tension. Or maybe I go worse and weirder than that, and have him force her to fuck his face, cunt pushed so tight against his mouth that he can’t breathe or move or do anything but moan.

Oh yeah, yeah. I like that one. I like it when he gets her on her front and fucks her ass, oil running over her thighs and her hands twisted up behind her back. I like it when he makes her suck the guard’s cock as he takes her, or maybe, God, maybe he sucks the guard’s cock as he takes her.

It doesn’t matter. It all amounts to the same thing – me moaning aloud in an empty apartment, my head full of all the stories I never dared to tell, and then God, God, Wade’s face flashes up behind my eyes and I’m coming, I’m coming, and I’m making so much fucking noise it’s almost enough to drown out the phone.

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Telling Tales 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars ~Reviewed by ANN & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog When in a reading slump, there are a few select authors I keep going back to again and again to cleanse my palette and rejuvenate my reading experience. Charlotte Stein is one of those very few authors who always get my back into my reading groove. After starting five different books and not being able to reach the 15% on any of them, I knew what the problem was. I needed something filthy. As some of you may know, Charlotte Stein is the Queen of Filth. That lady knows just how to fall into complete shameless debauchery and I discovered that with TELLING TALES, Stein is just not ashamed of getting dirty. The premise of this story is interesting. A group of four friends since college reunite when their professor leaves a mansion for them in his will. For Allie, it’s a chance to see Wade again, her long-time friend and crush. Also coming along is Kitty. I found that she was aptly named because she is quite the sex kitten. And then there is Cameron, the shy, but curious best friend who turned out to be my favourite of the bunch! When I first started reading this book, I immediately thought of Mary Shelley, Byron and Keats. It has the feel to it, but of course this is a far more erotic version of that experience. The storytelling is a large part of this book and I found that I absolutely LOVED this aspect of the book. Stein was really able to dig deep into her character’s psyche with those written stories, giving readers a chance to anticipate what will be happening next. Of course when Stein actually mentioned that it was mirroring the Shelley/Byron/Keats angle, it made me smile in delight. Readers can expect a myriad of sexual experiences in this book. Everything from anal, to voyeurism to toys and to M/M, this book covers a whole lot in a short amount of time. I found myself totally engrossed in this storyline, flipping the pages until the very end. While the ending does wrap up very quickly, there is a sense of satisfaction about Allie’s choice when she does decide, even if you don’t actually read it. TELLING TALES has become one of my favorites of Charlotte Stein. This book should come with a warning, but there are no words adequate enough to describe the level of hotness that this book has. You’ll have to experience it yourself! *ARC provided by publisher
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love all the characters. They are brave and lovely.
GoddessPhD1 More than 1 year ago
Charlotte Stein is the mistress of erotic poetry and “Telling Tales” is no exception. Allie and three other college chums (flirty Wade, shy Cameron, and luscious Kitty) are invited together after their writing professor dies and leaves them a house. They must stay in the house for a month before they can sell it and Allie reluctantly goes with the promise of seeing her old crush, Wade again. While Allie thinks that Wade and she might finally get a chance, she finds him in bed with her friend, Kitty. The sexual tableau drives Allie to the living room where she finds her awkward pal, Cameron definitely enjoying some one-on-one time after reading one of her stories. This unexpected sexual side to Cameron spurs Allie to discover what else he might be hiding from her and everyone else, sending them all on a journey of sexual discovery. I loved this story about shy, smart Cameron finally trusting Allie with his honest sexual needs and being free to finally let go. I also loved Allie taking charge of her sexuality, being the Queen of Hamin-Ra, her kingdom. Stein blends poetry with sheer blinding eroticism and this story does not let go until the very end. The sex scenes are a mixture of every combination of m/f/m/f, so be prepared to be hypnotized by Stein’s BDSM command of the English language.
CDKeith More than 1 year ago
This is a short book but man is it hot.  Four friends return to a house owned by their professor.  They stay for 1 month and they stay busy, with each other.  The story and characters are hot and fun.   Thank you Sourcebooks Casablanca and NetGalley for ARC.
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Andreat78 More than 1 year ago
** 4.5 stars ** Telling Tales is a very interesting, very character (and sex)-driven story. Allie, Kitty, Wade and Cameron were best friends at university. After school, the four parted ways, and after several years, are reunited when a beloved professor leaves his home to them, with the stipulation that they spend a month together, there at the home. Allie is reluctant; she was in love with the sexy, charming Wade, but he only considered her a friend. The thought of seeing him again is too painful. But when Cameron calls, Allie decides to join them. So we have four old friends, four weeks in the country, combined with loads of sexual tension. Interesting, right? What begins to happen next, in Telling Tales, kinda blew my socks off. You see, one of the group's favorite past time is reading their stories aloud to one another. So naturally, they pick this habit back up. Wade goes first, and the story he tells is surprisingly dirty. And personal. This story turns all four of them majorly on, and from there, it's pretty much game on. Allie tells dirty tales. There's tension. Sex. Watching. But what happens on the emotional level is even more interesting. Both Cam and Wade want Allie. Wade's attention would've been a dream come true in the past, even Allie is surprised that she's just not as interested now. And why is that? Cameron. Cameron, the quiet, repressed, super beta, gets to Allie. He has an intensity Allie never saw before. She wants to know him better, what makes him so repressed, what could possibly make him happy and free. The story was seemingly Allie's to begin, but the focus -through her- turns to Cam. I was surprised, and very happy, at this turn. I love Stein's beta heroes. Nice, quiet men who hide surprising desires. I mean, I thought Control's hero, Gabe, had a lot going on, but Cam really surprised me. I like the change of reading a woman helping a man uncover and embrace his true desires. I love a story that surprises me, challenges me, and makes me think. The thing is, not everyone will love Telling Tales, even those who love their books naaaughty. The latter half of the story is pretty much sex, sex, sex. For me that works, not only because, well, that's pretty much my wheelhouse, but I also believe that it was necessary for Gabe. It fit for the story. What happens here will definitely make some readers uncomfortable. And that's truly okay. For this reader, though, Telling Tales worked. I do look very forward to reading much more from Charlotte Stein. Favorite Quotes: Look at me, I think at him. It's OK to. It's OK. But it takes him a long, long time. Far past the point at which I'm comfortable. I've never stuck with something this long and when he finally and slowly turns his head I feel wrung out. The effort of hanging myself out on a limb is almost too much, but by God I'm glad I did. Because when he turns and fixes those glacial eyes on my they're not glacial at all. It's like he's on fire inside instead, and understands that if he just keeps staring he'll set me alight too. "No...but you make it easy." "Easy to do what?" "All of the things I never knew I always wanted." He pauses then, while I catch my breath. By the time he starts talking again, I think my pounding, love-addled heart is back to normal speed. "You make me feel normal."