Tweed & Other Stories

Tweed & Other Stories contains six erotic short stories by author S.A. Harper.

In Tweed, Peter Evans is a visiting professor of American literature at a college in England. It’s 1998, and a colleague has told him that corporal punishment is still an acceptable practice for motivating students. Sarah Sawyer is a student in one of Professor Evans’s classes. She seeks his help in improving her grades before the end of term. A deal is struck. A firm hand is offered:

    THWACK! 
    “Ow! Seven, Sir!”
    That one was harder. One of her feet came off the floor that time, bending up at the knee. It was the leg on the same side as the cheek I swatted. I wondered whether swatting the other cheek would move the other leg. Her knickers were on the floor somewhere, but the thigh-highs held their ground. I looked at her bottom. I could tell where that last swat had landed. Symmetry must be preserved, so I brought the brush down hard on the other cheek. THWACK!
    She made a little “I’m holding this in” sound before saying, “Eight, Sir!” She had flinched hard when the brush connected, but her other foot had not come off the floor. It was still a good theory, but I realized it might be an experiment best performed another time.

In A Night at Libertine, Anna gets talked into going to the city’s new sex club with her best friend, Katie, and Katie’s boyfriend, Jordan. There’s lots to see and do at Libertine, including giving someone a helping hand at bukkake:

    Before she knew what she was doing, Anna was standing behind and off to the side of a slightly overweight, almost middle-aged man. She looked up, said “Hi,” and then reached around to take hold of his cock. He smiled at her awkwardly and lifted his arm out of the way as she started moving his foreskin up and down his shaft. Anna tuned out all of the other people watching. She barely even registered Katie, who was giggling while jacking off a particularly hairy guy. “This is a really nice penis,” Anna thought, getting a good rhythm going. “It’s warm and hard and thick. Just a little curve. Not weird.” Anna took a deep breath near the man’s armpit. “Almond. Why almond?” Anna looked over to see Katie laughing as she aimed the hairy guy’s cock directly at the woman’s face. His contribution fell short.
    There were only two men left now. Both Anna and the woman on the mat knew that Anna’s guy was going to be the one to cum next.

Cocktail Monkeys is a tale of Manhattan noir in which a couple enjoys a visit to the historic Starlite Lounge:

    Eventually, we disengage our faces. I pick up my drink and give it a swig. “If you keep that up, you’re gonna melt my ice.” 
    “Premature defrosting is a young man’s game, Dex. And you’re not a young man.” 
    I feel your hand on my leg. It could be checking my inseam, but then it takes a turn for the better. I take another drink. I don’t even have to move. “Are you counting my quarters to see if we have laundry money?”
    “No, Dex. I was thinking that maybe there’ll be an ice cream truck drive by, and we could get some ice cream. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Your thumb has found one spot it likes and is rubbing back and forth.  “Speaking of ice cream, is this a Push-Up pop in your pants or…?” The rubbing gets a bit more insistent.
    “Oh, I’m definitely happy to see you,” I say, putting one of my hands over your hand and gripping your fingers to get you to make the rubbing stop. “But we don’t want to get sherbet all over my nice pants, do we? The piano player would talk.”