In The Temple Of Erotia

By Dick Allan

(An Erotic Sword & Sorcery Parody) Erectus, new to the city of Titslegass, wants to get laid so his friend takes him to the priestess prostitutes at the Temple Of Erotia. Lured to the high end by the breasts of the priestess Sherryaire, he is interrupted by the jealous General Gennitol. He escapes naked into the street and runs into Princess Clitoria, who smuggles him into the palace to have her way with him. A slightly shorter version of this story appeared in Swingers Today No. 83.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dick Allan
• Release date: Apr 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301652679

Dick Allan

Dick Allan is a pen name. I'm PG13; he's Adults Only. He's my alter ego. Whereas I'm a little shy and repressed, he most certainly is not. Whereas I tend to take things seriously, he does not. I have a bizarre sense of humour, and so does he. (Well we're both me so we're alike in many ways.). I grew up on fairy tales and sword and sorcery; he skewers the tropes of the genres and fills them with outlandish, explicit sexual situations. Welcome to his world. Enjoy.

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In The Temple Of Erotia

by Dick Allan

Published by Dick Allan at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 by Dick Allan

A slightly shorter version of this story appeared in Swingers Today No. 83

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Chapter 1

Another mug of beer, Erectus called out to the serving girl. And bring one for my friend too. Moving rocks all day in the hot sun is thirsty work.

That it is, Kumjoi agreed, downing the dregs of his previous mug. A wiry little man, he looked thin beside the bulging muscles of Erectus, but he was tough.

The girl plunked two mugs onto the scarred surface of the heavy, wooden table and as she took Erectus's coin he grabbed her around the waist, pulled her onto his lap and whispered loudly, I have another thirst you could quench for me. Perhaps you would like to share my room later this evening.

I wouldn't screw you in the Temple of Erotia. She twisted out of his grasp without spilling the remaining mugs on her tray, shot him a glare and stalked off.

What are you trying to do, get us arrested? Kumjoi