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About The Little Lovers And Other Perversions
Eleven intriguingly sexy stories featuring tiny people, aliens, vintage cinema, fairy tales, futuristic sex machines, arousing insects, and true love. Writer Rosie Q Weaver crafts tales that will leave you aroused, enchanted, and sometimes oddly uncomfortable. Images and ideas that far transcend the ordinary fare of erotic fiction will stay with you long after the stories are over. Many of these stories have been performed live at hit Austin show BedPost Confessions to enthusiastic acclaim. Excerpt from the story OverheardIt was a slow night at my favorite bar. Scott, the bartender, had poured me my usual vodka tonic, and I was sitting in my usual dark booth in the back. No one bothers me there, and I can watch people come and go.That night, the bar was nearly empty. I was returning some e-mails, idling away the evening, when a man's voice at the bar caught my ear.This is the most important thing about my seat in the back. Through some trick of architecture or ventilation, and though I can see only people's backs, sounds from the bar carry surprisingly clearly right to my table, even when the music is loud.The man I was overhearing was dark, the woman beside him a blond. His hair was neatly cut. His canvas jacket stretched slightly over his well-muscled shoulders as he hunched slightly forward over the bar. The woman next to him was short and erect, with a wild tousle of hair. I could see a sliver of each of their foreheads in the bar mirror, but unless they turned toward each other to talk, I wouldn't see more."You might say it's my hobby," he said, head forward over his drink. "I dunno. I just . . . you know, I really love the folds and crevices and all the details of a woman's pussy. I just do. I love the feel under my fingertip. And under my tongue . . ." He gave a slight chuckle. "Maybe I should sublimate, start a bug collection."The woman with him laughed, not put off by his boldness though I could tell they were strangers. "Why should you? Do what you love, man. It's a gift to womankind."
