Lustfully Ever After: Fairy Tale Erotic Romance [NOOK Book]


Live Out Your Ultimate Romantic Fantasy!

Even grown-ups need bedtime stories, and this delightful collection of fairy tales will lead you down a magical path into forbidden romance and erotic love.

In Michelle Augello-Page's naughty "Wolf Moon," Little Red Riding Hood herself is the big, bad wolf, while Kristina Lloyd reimagines "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" with a ...
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Live Out Your Ultimate Romantic Fantasy!

Even grown-ups need bedtime stories, and this delightful collection of fairy tales will lead you down a magical path into forbidden romance and erotic love.

In Michelle Augello-Page's naughty "Wolf Moon," Little Red Riding Hood herself is the big, bad wolf, while Kristina Lloyd reimagines "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" with a scorching hot threesome in "The Last Dance." Shanna Germain's "Mirror Mirror" reveals the Sapphic side of Snow White's stepmother and Lisabet Sarai's Rapunzel captivates us with her wanton ways in "Shorn." As editor Kristina Wright notes in her introduction, "the authors of Lustfully Ever After know your heart's most wicked and secret desires."
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Editorial Reviews

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"Lustfully Ever After is a book of fairytales with a sinful twist. You'll become engrossed in fantasy world of magical, forbidden love. Erotic fairytales that will keep you in a constant state of anticipation, never able to predict what's coming next. You've never heard a batch of fairytales quite like this before!"
–Night Owl Reviews

"I love fairy tales and enjoyed reading this book as it took the fairy tale characters that we all know and love and shows us their erotic side. If you are familiar with the original tales I think that you will enjoy Lustfully Ever After as much as I did. It is an intriguing look at the darker side of fairy tales."
—Fresh Fiction

"I recommend this to anyone looking for bedtime stories that are more mature than Andersen or the Grimm brothers ever imagined."
—San Francisco Book Review

"I loved this book. The authors spend a lot of details into reinventing the characters. The book was very imaginative. There are some bondage and spanking in the story but all of the characters submit willingly. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, it was a nice erotic break from reality!"
—Kissin Blue Karen

"Every story is wrapped up in erotic elements and twisted from the original just enough to inspire a different grown up fairy tale."
—Paranormal Haven

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781573448000
  • Publisher: Cleis Press [Start]
  • Publication date: 5/1/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 232
  • Sales rank: 371,272
  • File size: 334 KB

Meet the Author

Kristina Wright ( is an award-winning author whose erotica and erotic romance fiction has appeared in over seventy-five anthologies, including three editions of Cleis Press’s Best Women’s Erotica, including the forthcoming Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, and four editions of Best Lesbian Erotica. Her work has also appeared in Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica (Avon Red); Dirty Girls: Erotica for Women (Seal Press); the Black Lace collections Seduction, Liaisons and Sexy Little Numbers; and five editions of the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica.

Kristina is a member of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, Romance Writers of America, and Passionate Ink. She also received the Golden Heart Award for Romantic Suspense from RWA for her first novel Dangerous Curves. With a BA in English and MA in Humanities with an emphasis on women’s studies and popular culture, Kristina teaches both English and Humanities at the college level.
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Copyright © 2012 Kristina Wright
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-57344-787-4

Chapter One


Jeanette Grey

He slid his mouth along my throat, over the thrumming flutter of my pulse and to my jaw. At my ear, he paused, his breath full of sweetness and promises of candy as he asked me to follow him upstairs.

It was an offer I'd heard before.

Still, he wore me down with the way he touched my lips with his, broad hands on my hips and a posture that told me he knew how to do this. How to touch and how to kiss. I wondered what else his lips could do.

Another breath against my ear was all it took, and I felt myself nodding, my fingertips seeking out buttons, eager for the drag of a zipper. I longed to grip the width of firm male flesh. And it was easy to be swayed by promises.

On the way upstairs, I scattered my clothes like bread crumbs. I knew full well the dangers of wandering out into the forest of love alone.

Laying me down across his bed, he put his mouth to the center of my collarbones before surrounding the tip of my breast. And then he went lower still. Succumbing to the soft pleasure of that warmth against my flesh, I held my own legs open with my hands. It gave him the freedom to explore.

I'd heard a man could eat a girl alive, and that's exactly what he did. Licking and sucking, stroking lips and teeth and tongue across my apex, he devoured. From the sounds of things, the low moans and quiet words against my flesh, he relished it. In the heat, I burned, and when he pressed his fingers deep inside, I felt myself consumed.

And yet I survived. I lived to kiss my liquid from his lips and to feel his body's sweetness. Intermingled with salt and bitterness, he fed himself into my mouth, and I took everything he chose to give, sucking greedily until he grunted low and deep and flooded me.

I licked it all up. Just like candy.

In the morning, I slipped out from underneath his arm and followed the trail of my own scattered clothing back to safety. Only my apartment felt cold, the shelves all barren. There was nothing there to eat. There was nothing to sustain me.

When he called again a few days later, I was sitting on my counter, nibbling at my fingertips and staring at cobwebs. Over the phone, he asked me, "Will you come?"


On my way to his apartment, I bought a loaf of bread to feed the hunger in my stomach and my heart. It was a good, rich bread. Poppy seed.

Although I had traversed it many times before, the route I took to love that day felt unfamiliar. Squishing bread between my finger and my thumb, I let a lump fall to the ground, and then another. Behind me, the white puffs looked far too small against the sidewalk.

So insubstantial—so impermanent—my tether to the place I'd called my home.

With the last of it deposited, I stuffed the final piece into my mouth and chewed. I knew that I could be alone and that I didn't have to starve.

But I wanted what he offered me.

I knocked, then held my breath as the door swung open, uncertain what precisely I would find. Staring at the tender lines of his face, I searched for warts. I sniffed his breath for a hint at what he'd been eating, and I kept on the lookout for the charred bones of children.

A single girl had to be careful, after all.

He laughed and pulled me forward, tilting my head back to kiss me. I let him. I let him slide his lips along my skin and to my ears and throat. And his promises were still so sweet.

We didn't make it to the bed this time. This time, he stripped me down beside the door, slipping hot fingers through the lips of my pussy before holding them up for me to taste.

"It's so good," he whispered. He kissed my cheek and let me suck on his fingers. "You taste good enough to eat."

Some memory haunted me. Some plea for caution. But in the face of pleasure, I let my safeguards slide away, my breath catching as I asked him, "Then why don't you?"

He sank to his knees, still half-dressed, bare chest against my thighs and warm hands parting me. With one leg over his shoulder, I threw my head back, and my hands moved to his hair to keep him where he was. To pull him closer.

And as I tightened, my whole body soaring, I wondered if this was what I'd been missing. I wondered if what I'd really needed was someone to feed.

He drank down everything.

Still trembling from the brilliance of climax, I melted against the door and pooled across his shoulders, stroking his hair as I laughed and smiled and breathed.

"God, you're beautiful," he told me.

Maybe he was the one feeding me.

Rolling us until I lay beneath him, he asked me if he could, his body hard and naked then and pressing to my thigh. His tip was wet, the whole length of him hot, and I was wanting still. So I told him, yes, please, to take me.

As he sank into my body, I gripped him just as tightly as I dared, all arms and legs around his frame and lips around his breath. He felt so good, hard and male and filling me up, up, up, pushing and making all these sounds inside his chest. I made them, too. I made them when he pulled almost all the way out and pressed back in. When he ground himself against my hips. When a hand snaked in between us and he begged me, Please.

When I shattered around the hot bloom of his release.

And after that, nothing was the same.

First it was one night a week and then two. And then it was more. There were dates and dinners, and I while I never stopped looking for warts or for danger in his choice of what to eat, I let myself enjoy his company. I particularly enjoyed his bed.

Sitting in the middle of it one night, naked and slick, sated from our lovemaking, I waited for him. He came to me with a tray full of cheese and wine and bread. Breaking the loaf, he pressed a piece against my swollen lips. I took it in, but as I did, I remembered how I always used to feed myself. I wondered how the cobwebs in my apartment were doing.

"Come on, love," he said, a wicked smile upon his face. "Eat up, now. You know you'll need your strength."

As I chewed and swallowed, I thought of all the times that he had told me I was beautiful, a low hint of caution tingling in my spine. The feeling only grew as we ate. His hands were at my face so many times, touching and stroking and placing morsels on my tongue. I accepted it all. The food. The affection that was so warm it hurt my heart.

The praise.

We made love with the lights out, tumbling roughly. Swift strokes in and out, and his fingers in my mouth, my teeth restrained as I came and came and came.

Afterward, he curled himself around my body with a hand against my abdomen. Through the hum of his sleeping breath, I imagined he wanted it to grow.

My earlier uncertainty resurged. With my hand over his, I pulled his arm away from me, slipping out from underneath him to stand beside his bed. I saw my own reflection in the mirror and tried to see if I was fuller in my figure, or if it was just inside my mind.

I felt fuller. Like I was more than I had been.

I remembered that he could just be fattening me up. The way he fed my belly and my heart, I would be ripe for the slaughter. And he had so much power now. In just his words, he had all he needed to make me bleed.

He was still sleeping as I pulled my clothes back on. I didn't say good-bye, and I didn't leave a note.

But when I stepped outside, I found that all the crumbs I'd left were gone. Somehow, in the intervening months, they had gone to seed, and the sidewalks bloomed with the flowers of my previous hesitancy, a brilliant rainbow of poppies. I could have followed them. I knew where they would lead me.

Instead, I picked a small bouquet of blooms and went inside. Most of them I left in a little plastic cup, filled with water to keep them alive. But one I took to bed with me.

For half the night, I trailed its scarlet head across my lover's skin, relearning the shape of him and opening my mind to hoping for more from him.

The next day, I followed the path of poppies to my old apartment, and I packed a box. One by one, I moved my things into his space. I never told him. Still, he knew.

For a week, the poppies sat there on our kitchen table, beautiful and colorful and new. When they started to wilt, I kept them fresh, heading out into the field that now covered the walk and gathering another bundle of blooms. They reminded me that I could always find my way back to my own lonely bed.

And that, in retrospect, the path that I had taken to the one I slept in now was beautiful.

A few days later, I came home from work to find our apartment hot and sweltering, the drywall dripping. As the heat overtook me, I leaned against the wall beside the door.

When I pulled my hand away, it was covered in sticky-sweet.

Stepping forward, I called his name, and he called back. I found him in the kitchen, hovering over the oven. Through the window, I could see the orange lines of flames.

In the corner, the poppies were wilting.

With a smile, he turned toward me. "You're just in time."

All my old uncertainties told me I should flee. His face was still clean, no hints of warts or green, but surely this was enough of a sign.

I wanted to trust him, though. God, but I wanted to.

"Just in time for what?"

"For this."

And then he threw the oven wide.

I jumped back, my skin raw, like it was blistering. He was bent over, his arms reaching, and in the flames behind his body, I saw my opportunity.

My thoughts screamed, Save yourself!

But I couldn't harm him without harming myself.

A second later, it was all rendered moot as he turned back around. His smile was just as devilish as I had always feared. And it was even more beautiful than that.

But he didn't push me in. He didn't burn me.

Instead, he swung the oven closed, and when I looked again, his arms were full of bread. What I'd mistaken for a leer was just a grin.

"Come on," he said, reaching over to kiss me. "It's cooler in the bedroom." As we walked, he told me how the oven had been malfunctioning, but how he'd persevered.

"Wait," I begged. "You did all this.... You almost roasted yourself because you wanted to feed me?"

"What can I say?" With his eyes soft, his hand on my cheek, he explained, "I love you."

So many times, I'd thought of love as a forest one walked in alone. It was dangerous and frighteningly dark.

How could I have known that it was also warm and bright? That it could smell of bread and poppies.

"Take off your clothes and lie down."

I followed his instructions with brimming eyes, my own assurances of love hanging silent on my lips. He didn't let them spill out. Instead he pressed a bit of crust into my mouth.

I ate it happily.

Spread out on the bed the way he'd asked of me, I lay there and waited for him to join me. Instead, he stood there at the edge, tearing off pieces of bread. "What are you—"


One by one, he laid the pieces on my body. A lump on my shoulder and another on my breast, all of them leading to the very center of me. So tenderly, he tore a final chunk and placed it on my mound. Sitting back, he licked his lips.

Taking care to keep still, I look down at the trail he'd left across my skin, and then I asked, again, "What are you doing?"

His mouth and eyes were shining as he stared down at me, slowly bending down to kiss me. With one fingertip, he traced the bread crumb line from my throat to my heart and to my sex. He followed it with his lips.

At the juncture of my legs, he paused to look up at me.

"I'm making sure I can find my way home."


Excerpted from LUSTFULLY EVER AFTER Copyright © 2012 by Kristina Wright. Excerpted by permission of CLEIS PRESS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents


Foreword • Sylvia Day....................x
Introduction: They Lived Happily Ever After....................1
Rosa Redford • Anya Richards....................16
Gretel's Lament • Jeanette Grey....................24
Matches • Anna Meadows....................37
The Beast Within • Emerald....................52
Wolf Moon • Michelle Augello-Page....................59
Mirror Mirror • Shanna Germain....................70
The Last Dance • Kristina Lloyd....................85
Name • A.D.R. Forte....................101
Sensitive Artist • Donna George Storey....................116
You • Charlotte Stein....................131
Kit in Boots • Sacchi Green....................146
The Long Night of Tanya McCray • Michael M. Jones....................160
Shorn • Lisabet Sarai....................168
Real Boy • Evan Mora....................183
Garden Variety • Lynn Townsend....................194
Steadfast • Andrea Dale....................202
A Sea Change • Kristina Wright....................217
About the Authors....................221
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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2012

    No Sylvia Day here!

    I bought this book 'cause I'm in Sylvia Day withdrawl and thought it would be fun to read one of her short stories Imagine my surprise that, while her name is featured prominately on the cover, she only wrote the introduction for this book, none of the stories at all! It felt very misleading! Don't buy this book if you're looking for a Sylvia Day fix, you won't get it here!

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2014

    As a HUGE fan of Kristina Wright (and, coincidentally, fairy tal

    As a HUGE fan of Kristina Wright (and, coincidentally, fairy tales-turned-erotica) I knew I had to have this collection... and I was not disappointed! Not only are they super sexy but also extremely creative and entertaining. Kristina never fails to deliver something spectacular.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2014

    As the title suggests, these are sexy fairy tales. Some people a

    As the title suggests, these are sexy fairy tales. Some people are complaining about the lack of Sylvia Day, but that is no reason to totally trash the rest of the book. Sylvia Day writes the forward, which... if you look at the book cover or even just up there at the book description, you will see that...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2013

    I received my copy of Lusfully Ever After from Cleis Press in ex

    I received my copy of Lusfully Ever After from Cleis Press in exchange for review.

    Kristina Wright's second fairy tale erotica anthology does not disappoint. This time, the authors re-imagined existing fairy tales rather than inventing their own. The classics are well represented, though I did need to find a couple originals to jog my memory on long-forgotten details.

    All the stories were well told and enjoyable (and did I mention hot? WOW were they hot!), but I think the stories that completely shifted perspectives and expectations were the strongest.

    In particular, Shanna Germain delivers as she always does with a lesbian take on Snow White I didn't expect - her treatment of the Queen, Snow White's stepmother was unexpected, beautiful and heart wrenching.

    The star of the show, though, was Michelle Augello-Page's telling of Little Red Riding Hood, or rather, what happened to Red after the wolf incident.

    Highly recommended for fairy tale fans interested in a non-Disney look at classic stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2013

    Kristina Wright has done it again. This is her wonderful antholo

    Kristina Wright has done it again. This is her wonderful anthology of  romantic/erotic fairy tales.
    It's original, not your every day erotica, and for someone who gets bored with a lot of other stuff out there
    this really spices things up. You'll like it if you keep an open mind and give the stories a chance. 

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  • Posted August 20, 2013

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    These stories are cute, quirky, sexy and creative. The tradition

    These stories are cute, quirky, sexy and creative. The traditional elements have been kept but they've been beautifully mondernized, told like the stories you heard around the campfire this summer. I loved them all and heard there's another erotic fairy tale anthology in the making. There better be another one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2013

    A friend recently suggested this anthology to me and I'm happy t

    A friend recently suggested this anthology to me and I'm happy to say that I just couldn't put it down! As a young girl, I was obsessed with fairy tales, but my interest in reading them lessened as I got older. Lustfully Ever After has officially recharged my interest! The book has taken stories that I loved as a little girl and morphed them into more age-appropriate erotic stories. I was definitely drawn to the stories that I recognized as popular childhood fairy tales, but it was also super interesting to come across fairy tales that were not as well-known. My favorite short-story was definitely "Mirror, Mirror". I have always had a special love for the story of Snow White, and I couldn't be more pleased with the dark, raunchy twist on my beloved childhood tale.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2013

    This book is worthless.

    The stories in this book are NOT erotic. They are stupid. I can't believe I wasted over $10 on a book I thought would contain at least on Sylvia Day story. Please don't waste your money. Can I give it a 0 rating?

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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