Andrew Richardson is a writer with a considerable range. He can effortless go weaving a tale based on Celtic myth and legend, to supernatural horror, and contemporary erotica. I recently finished reading Eton Mess, a tasty little tidbit.
In the same vein as Art Class, Eton Mess is a sexy bowl of pudding and another of Andrew Richardson's imaginative erotic shorts. He has a knack for characters that find love in all sorts of mundane places. Kerry-Jane is up to more of her tricks in Eton Mess, Andrew Richardson's new erotic fiction release from Keith Publications. This story is in the same vein as Weekend Treat, Bank Manager, and Art Class, which I featured here when each was published. I love the British twist in these stories.
To relax after a day’s work, Kerry-Jane and her friend Amy head for a local Greek restaurant. Their eyes at first are drawn to the twin waiters, then to the contents of the sweet trolley. Kerry-Jane and Amy enjoy flirting, and the friends soon dare each other to remove items of clothing for the waiters. Kerry-Jane is a little shy at first, but soon enjoys the experience as much as Amy and their audience. When one of the waiters makes a suggestion involving Amy’s favorite pudding, the friends are in no mood to decline. They soon find themselves enjoying the contents of the sweet trolley in a way Kerry-Jane could never have expected.
You’re going to do this, aren’t you?”
“Too right.” Amy rummaged in her shoulder bag. “Here’s my camera for the proof.” She placed it on the table. “What we’ll do is flirt a bit –”
“Well, me or we will let them think it’s their idea. God, fifty quid to take my skirt off for these two hunks.” She touched the blue material. “And all you can do is eye up the sweets.”
“I like Eton mess.”
“Yeah, so do I.” Amy’s eyes sparkled.
“Have you ever had a bloke eat strawberries and cream off your tummy?” Kerry-Jane tutted. “I’ll bet you’re about to tell me you have.”
“Yeah. I think their names were Eric and Adrian.” Kerry-Jane tried to disapprove, but could only imagine the cool cream against her stomach and eager tongues slipping over her bare flesh. She licked her lips while she looked at the Eton mess and imagined –
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m thinking about eating it, that’s all.” Amy’s brows rose.
“Well, maybe a little…”
Tell us a bit more about this and the related shorts, Andrew.
Most of my stories include a cool brunette and her friend, a flightier blonde, and Eton Mess is no exception. I wanted a change from putting the duo in the stressful situations of my usual horror stories, and to let them have some fun. So, Kerry-Jane and Amy were born. They are two PhD students studying archaeology in a fictional university in a town somewhere near London. Most of my erotica centers around Kerry-Jane and her attempts to match Amy’s bravery, then gaining the confidence to outdo her friend. I see Kerry-Jane as a ‘shy exhibitionist’ who always ends up overcoming that shyness.
So, I guess everyone can see where the excerpt is leading. Can't say too much more or I'll spoil the dessert.
Andrew Richardson lives in Wiltshire, England, with his wife, a cat, a lot of tropical fish, and his son who occasionally drops in during university holidays. He is within easy reach of Stonehenge and other historical places whose regal solitude provides a clear mind for working out plot difficulties and story ideas.
Most of Andrew’s work falls squarely into the horror/fantasy genre, but he also enjoys writing some erotica so his characters can have some fun for a change instead of being scared out of their wits. He has a dislike of laptops so adopts the old and quaint approach of typing with a desktop, which at least has a screen big enough to avoid the need to squint.
Andrew has a background in archaeology and has worked in several trenches. It’s not really a surprise that most of his work reflects this interest and experience, even if it’s as peripheral as his characters studying archaeology at university. When he’s not writing or working as a science administrator Andrew follows Aldershot TownFootball Club and takes long walks over rugged countryside.