Laura the Laugher, and Other Stories is a collection of six explicit erotica pieces by Jeremy Edwards. These tales of "sexy giggles, grinning wiggles, gentle tickles, and eclectic ecstasy" explore the author's reverence for sex in its sunniest form, as he strives to blend the sensuous and the playful. One reviewer has referred to his writing as an “irresistible blend of raunch and romantic sweetness.”
In "Dropping the Hint," a man relishes the customized sexual ritual with which his wife greets him at the door. In "Laura the Laugher," the title character seduces a young woman who is initially skeptical about Laura's idiosyncratic burlesque act. "Do Friends Tickle?" and "Another Hole Week" celebrate the erotic power of light tickling, while "Tire Stud" grooves on a rubber-tread fetish. The collection concludes with an eroto-comedic Hanukkah tale called "The Golden Latke."
Bonus features—exclusive to this e-book— include brief notes from Jeremy about each story ("Background Noise"), a page of Jeremy's thoughts on laughter and sexuality, a short interview, and a farcical playlet called "Jeremy Edwards at Work."
Excerpt from "Dropping the Hint":
I clatter through the door a few hours later, an impeccable accountant who is hopelessly disorganized and indecisive outside his office. I rumble in precariously like a badly-packed luggage cart, ready as I’ll ever be to enter the slightly baffling world of private life after another proud day of fiscal magic.
Each time I cross the threshold, I feel a wave of gratitude for the fact that Dora runs our life. My guiding principle is that if a matter can’t be settled by recourse to a printing calculator, then I don’t want to be the one in charge.
Dora, as I said, has one or two eccentric habits, and she often greets me at the door with a laboratory-grade eyedropper behind her back.
You see, she likes to drop me hints, in liquid form. So she’s taught me a variety of signals, instructing me in the semaphore that she operates via small samples of fluid. When she smiles and says “tongue”—where many a spouse might say “hello”—I close my eyes and render the aforementioned organ accessible to her. I must look quite a spectacle, sticking my tongue out like a brat in a custom-tailored suit; but it’s for Dora.
Sometimes I taste a drop of olive oil, meaning that it’s my turn to cook. A flash of red wine from the eyedropper, and I know we’re dining out. Worcestershire sauce indicates that my mother has phoned and is expecting me to call back. Lemonade translates into movie night.
But tonight is even more special than movie night. I know this because after I walk in the door—and am duly prompted to extend my tongue—I taste a drop of something that doesn’t come out of any bottle in our well-appointed kitchen.
Six explicit stories (five hetero, one lesbian). Adults 18+ only.
18,260 words; PDF; $3.00.
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Praise for Jeremy Edwards:[Update, October 2009: After some technical difficulties, PayPal is now enabled for this item (at the above link).]
"Jeremy Edwards' masterful blend of sensuousness with a splash of kink is sure to arouse the most sophisticated readers." —Alison Tyler
“Jeremy Edwards is an incredible storyteller.”—Ashley Lister, Erotica Readers & Writers Association
"The man has magic in each and every one of his dirty little fingertips." —ZenFetish
