For a limited time only, Giselle London presents her first thirteen previously published erotic short stories in one big collection!
Giselle knows the secret desires that many hold dear, and explores them in this lusty bundle of salacious stories. From sexy men seducing their delectably sweet barely-legal babysitters to career women who know what they need and take what they want from well-endowed men, there is a titillating tale for everyone!
His Virgin Babysitter
Lianna’s Hot Assistant
(also published as Lianna’s Houseboy)
The Exhibitionist’s Fantasy
The Virgin Seduction
Father Tom Takes a Virgin
(also published as Taken By Him)
Room Service Rendezvous
Public Display of Arousal
Taking the Babysitter
Seducing My Sweet Sitter
Take Me Now!
WARNING: These stories may be too hot for you to handle! May require a partner (or a hand…or a device...) to relieve pent-up frustration.
(86,171 total word count)
<p>Ali turned off the TV, stripped out of her clothes and left them on the coffee table. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, she headed out the sliding door to the pool.
The cool water was a shock to her system, and drove the lustful thoughts out of her mind, as she’d hoped.</p>
<p>The lights from inside the living room cast yellow light across the cement, and glinted off the ripples in the water. She enjoyed the sounds of the night—the breeze whispering through the leaves, the hum of the highway in the distance, and the incessant chirping of crickets.</p>
<p>Water lapped against the sides of the pool, and Ali leaned back, floating and looking up at the stars. Her breasts rose above the water, nipples hard and puckered. </p>
<p>Her thoughts turned again to the bulge in Dr. Humphries’ pants. A big bulge. <i>Just what does he have in those khakis of his? </i>Then her thoughts ran wild, and she imagined him in the pool with her, naked, his muscled arms around her waist, and her legs wrapped around that firm rounded ass of his. His cock would be pressed against her, nestled against her most secret place, a place that she hadn’t yet allowed any boy to touch... </p>
<p>Chris hit the garage door button to close it as he opened the door that led into his kitchen. He had rushed home so that Ali could still salvage her night and go out if she wanted to. At least that’s what he told himself. But he knew that deep down he was hoping to find her sitting on the couch, eating a hot slice of pizza dripping with grease…</p>
<p>Walking into the living room, he didn’t see the television on. Instead, clothing lay in a heap on his coffee table. Ali’s clothing. With her white lacy bra draped across the top of the pile. </p>
<p>For a split second, the thought hit him that all his fantasies were about to come true. His cock sprang to attention. Then he heard the sound of light splashing coming from outside. Disappointment flooded him. <i>She just changed and went for a swim.</i> He pulled open the sliding door and stepped outside.</p>
<p>“Hey Ali, I’m—”</p>
<p>Chris froze, his attention riveted on the pool as the moonlight revealed his young babysitter on display.</p>
<p>Ali floated on her back, pert breasts rising above the water. Droplets of water beaded up on them, reflecting the dim light from the house. Her arms waved in lazy circles through the water, sending ripples out from her body. She had drifted into the shallow end of the pool, only a few feet away. <i>Close enough to reach out and touch…</i></p>
<p>But the most enticing part of the scene before him was her face. Eyes closed, her moist lips parted, a heavenly expression—what could she be thinking of? Or who?</p>
<p>His mind seared this provocative image on his mind in an instant.</p>
<p>Then the image was shattered. Hearing his voice, she leapt up with a startled squeal, flipping upright and standing up, water running down her body. Again he needed only a split second to take in the exquisite sight: puckered nipples, succulent breasts with rivulets of water streaming between them, tracing a path down her flat stomach and into the crevices of her sweet little pussy. With her wide eyes and mouth in a stunned “o,” she was the fuckable fantasy of every man. The shock drained away from him, replaced with a roar of desire filling every cell of his body.</p>
Giselle London is the Pleasure Maven, dedicated to teasing her readers into a frenzy by tantalizing them with delectable descriptions of salacious seductions. If you like to be brought to the brink again and again by sizzling sexual tension, culminating in an exquisitely fulfilling story climax, then be sure to follow Giselle London to stay abreast of her latest releases.