Radley’s Home for Horny Monsters
Horny Monsters Book 1
by Annabelle Hawthorne
Genre: Erotic Modern Fantasy
Read the story that won both Best Erotic Fantasy and Best Erotic Story by a New Author in the 2018 Clitoride Awards!
“If you like sexy fantasy, and I do, this is one great read.” -Piers Anthony, author of the Xanth series
When Mike Radley inherited a mysterious old house from a long-lost relative, he wasn’t sure what to expect.
He didn’t expect a sexual encounter with the nymph in his bathtub.
He really didn’t expect to discover a house full of affectionate monsters.
And he definitely didn’t expect a pair of witches bent on stealing the home’s magic from him.
Welcome to the Radley House. Expect the unexpected.
Disclaimer: This erotic fantasy contains graphic sex scenes with mythological beings.
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Mike opened his eyes. He was in the tub, the rag over his face. Pulling it off, he sat up, splashing water over the side. 

 “What the fuck?” He looked around the room, but saw no sign of the mysterious woman. The bath water was still warm. Had he fallen asleep?

He stood slowly, staring down into the tub with a mixture of relief and regret. It had to have been a dream, he thought, staring at his reflection in the mirror. A hot fucking dream. 

Sighing, he stepped out of the bath onto the plush bathmat. A mystery woman who had ridden him senseless. He let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. He never had sex dreams, and couldn’t remember the last wet dream he’d had. Looking back in the bath, he expected to see a giant glob of semen floating somewhere in the water. 

That was strange. He swirled the water. He could have sworn he had come. A dream couldn’t fake that sensation… could it? He gave his dick a light stroke, and sure enough, it rose to the occasion. 

“Just a dream,” he muttered, crawling back into the bath. It was still plenty warm, and there was no way he could get so hard again after coming twice. May as well take advantage, he figured, sitting down in the tub. He gave himself a few light strokes, pulling on the base of his balls, picturing the girl from his dreams.

The water rippled with his movements, and suddenly she was there, as if stepping through a mirror. Mouth agape, he stared as she stood up before him, the water dripping down from her full breasts. Her hair was a deep blue, far richer than the color it had been before. Thin horizontal lines that looked like tattoos were etched down her ribs, and the lips of her vagina were thick and long, dribbling a fluid of their own.

“Again?” she asked, kneeling in the water. “Let me help you.” She licked her lips, taking hold of his dick at the base. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Mike cried, pulling away. She stared at him patiently as he tried to climb out of the bath. Tendrils of water circled his legs, pulling him back in so that the two of them were face to face. 

“My name is Naia,” she cooed, touching his lips with her finger. “And you just saved my life.”

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Annabelle Hawthorne lives somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains and spends her days working hard to write you some of the best erotic literature money can buy.
When not writing, she spends time with her family and can always be found within spitting distance of some form of coffee.
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