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Freedom: A collection of five erotic stories
     

Freedom: A collection of five erotic stories

by Rachel Kramer Bussel
 

A collection of five erotic stories with bisexual and menage themes from Xcite Books winners of ETO's Best Erotic Book Brand and Jade's Best Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010, 2011 and 2012.

Freedom by Rachel Kramer Bussel

When Frank tells Nadine he wishes he could be as sexually free as she is, she makes his dream come true by taking

Overview

A collection of five erotic stories with bisexual and menage themes from Xcite Books winners of ETO's Best Erotic Book Brand and Jade's Best Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010, 2011 and 2012.

Freedom by Rachel Kramer Bussel

When Frank tells Nadine he wishes he could be as sexually free as she is, she makes his dream come true by taking him to a sex party where he gets to partake of all the sex he wants, with a set of new friends who show him he can be just as uninhibited as any other horny person in the room. Nadine guides Frank through his first blowjob, overseeing her new charge as she ushers him into the world of polyamorous perversity.

Railroaded by Landon Dixon

The horses were running at Sterling Park Raceway, punters packing the train out to the track. And where there were gamblers, there were grifters, looking for their own personal scores. Thomas and Anita were such a pair, good-looking and smooth-working. But after they’d made their move, they got moved in on; and the score just got harder to settle.

Bi Today Interview by Richard Offer

Gerald and Peter are same-sex lovers who meet at work. Gerald is a mature family man who, until he met Peter, thought of himself as totally straight. Peter had recently split from his boyfriend and was flattered by the attentions of a good-looking mature man. But love comes in many forms and they become besotted with each other.

Three Way Play by Lynn Lake

Brandon’s a great boyfriend, in the physical sense – big and tanned and muscular, with short, blond hair, crystal-clear blue eyes, and an incredible eight-inch cock that can fill my pussy to the g-spot – but he isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, by any means. So, it took a lot of explaining and convincing to get the guy to indulge in my fantasy – a three-way, with another man. Once in, though, he performed like a pro, making me look like a genius for making the sexy suggestion in the first place. Did I mention that Brandon’s a great boyfriend?

Distractions by Elizabeth Coldwell

The senator’s costume ball is the social highlight of the year – but Blake and Trixie view it only as an opportunity to steal his wife’s jewels. Though there’s still time for a little punishing fun in her luxurious boudoir – fun that takes an unexpectedly exciting turn when a cute waiter catches them in the act...

These stories have also been published in Best of Both ISBN 9781907761669

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781908192073
Publisher:
Xcite Books
Publication date:
04/05/2011
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
58
File size:
298 KB

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He bit his lip, and looked down at his lap. I took one of his hands in mine. ‘Look, you wanted to know how the other half lives, and I’m about to show you. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but I’m sick of you talking like nobody wants you. I promise you someone’s going to want to fuck you tonight, probably several someones.’ If he kept annoying me I was prepared to tie him up and slap him around a little, because I had a hunch he’d like that, but I knew he was going to be a hit.

We entered, and after signing the consent form and paying our fees, we surveyed the luxurious house. Many formal play parties don’t serve alcohol, but this one did, and the bartender was a cute topless girl with tousled brown curls and bright red lips. She leaned forward, her nipples dangling close to the bar, to offer me a kiss. I gave her a dainty one so as not to smear my own lipstick, and said, ‘Tracy, this is Frank. He’s new, so maybe you should make him a stiff drink. Frank, give Tracy a kiss hello.’ His eyes almost popped out of his head, but he did as I’d ordered, bending over to be greeted by Tracy’s eager lips.

I moved slightly aside to observe them, and it wasn’t long before a pair of strong male hands was covering my eyes. ‘Guess who?’ a deep, husky voice whispered in my ear. I playfully reached behind me to feel his cock, even though I knew it was Andrew, who I’d met a few weeks earlier at another party. We hadn’t got a chance to see each other since then, but we’d been exchanging steamy phone calls that led to me having to immediately touch myself.

‘I see you’re not here alone,’ he said when I’d turned around, indicating Frank.

‘Well, Frank’s a friend, not my date, but I’m hoping to show him a good time. Want to help?’

‘I think he’s having a pretty good time right now,’ Andrew said, and I turned to see Tracy and Frank still making out, his hands on her tits and her head thrown back.

‘That’s true,’ I said, smiling. I guess Andrew had got the hang of things, but I didn’t want to abandon him. ‘But let’s stay here for a little while and see what happens.’

‘I’m happy to stay right here,’ he said. Andrew was tall, his skin a pale mocha shade that looked beautiful against my own, but it was his voice, and his talented tongue, that I craved. Because this was the kind of party where pretty much anything went, as long as it was consensual. He eased my panties off, tucking them into his pocket and pushing my dress up above my hips. I slid to the edge of the chair and he got on his knees and was soon licking my pussy with sure, sensual strokes of his tongue.

I turned my head and caught Frank’s eye as he finally took a sip of his drink. I curled my finger and beckoned him over. We’d never seen each other getting it on before, and I’d thought it might be weird, but it wasn’t. Andrew looked up, but I held his head in place. ‘Keep doing what you’re doing, Andrew. Oh, by the way, this is Frank. Frank, Andrew.’ I smiled up at him, tempted to laugh at his startled expression. ‘Honey, you have to relax,’ I told him, then shifted my eyes toward his crotch. ‘Why don’t you take out your cock? That should relax you.’

‘Are you sure it’s OK?’ he whispered in my ear.

‘Of course it’s OK,’ I said. ‘In fact, it’s encouraged! I bet Andrew here would like to see your cock, actually.’

I wasn’t entirely sure that was true, but I wanted to see what he’d say, and I had a feeling Andrew was so in my thrall he’d do anything I wanted. And suddenly the idea of seeing Frank with another man was making my pussy very, very wet.

‘Wouldn’t you, Andrew?’ I asked, pulling him up by his shirt. His lips were slick with my juices, and I drew him close for a kiss.

‘Yes, Nadine, I would like to see Andrew’s cock.’

‘Tell him, then. Or better yet, show him.’

And while I sat there, Andrew reached over and unzipped Frank’s pants. I stared as his cock was revealed; he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and it popped right out. Andrew’s hand immediately went to the base and he started to squeeze it slowly. I stared, riveted. If I’d known his cock was so stunning, so big and wide and proud, I’d have asked to see it a long time ago. Now I wasn’t sure what to do, but judging from how hard Frank was, I had a feeling he wanted to see what Andrew could deliver.

‘Maybe we should go in the bedroom,’ I said, standing and grabbing each man’s arse. I figured there’d be less tension, and even though the doors had to stay open, so there was the potential for us to be seen, it wouldn’t be so out in the open. As we made our way upstairs, the three of us were greeted with many hoots and hollers of encouragement, but we ourselves were silent, all focused on our own fantasies.

I’d had my share of wild times, but this was different; I was introducing a lover to a friend, and turning that friend into a lover. It had the potential to be amazing, and the potential to go awry. As we walked, I decided to do everything I could to make sure our encounter was amazing, starting by walking ahead of them, lifting my dress over my head, and tossing it toward the men. I had no doubt one would catch it. I did the same with my bra, so I was totally naked by the time we reached the room I wanted, with its four-poster canopy bed that I knew from experience was extremely large, and extremely comfortable.

I got on the bed first and patted either side of me. ‘Don’t be nervous,’ I told Frank, then turned to Andrew, ‘It’s his first time at a party like this.’

‘Do you want us to suck your cock?’ I asked Frank, and all he could do was nod.

‘Good, because that’s exactly what I want to do,’ I told him, seeing him relax a little against the pillows as he got into place and I pulled off his jeans. Andrew moved toward Frank’s face and their lips met, and after I’d gotten his shoes and jeans off, I watched them make out, admiring the beauty of their faces next to each other, Andrew’s big and meaty, Frank’s smaller but still unmistakably manly. Knowing that it was Frank’s first time, that he’d very likely fantasized about being with a guy but never known how to make that happen, make me have to touch my clit. I shifted closer and soon Frank’s fingers were inside me. Their kiss ended and Andrew and I shared another tongue tangling, before we moved on to showing Frank just how much pleasure bisexuals can have.

Meet the Author

Lynn Lake’s fantasies could fill a book – and have (or, at least, parts of many, many books). Her imagination substitutes for a somewhat dreary existence in the middle of nowhere home to a particularly harsh climate. She’s a frustrated crime writer (few markets) and an unfulfilled SF author (no science background). Her erotic experiences, frankly, look better on paper, where she need not discriminate based on couplings, positionings, flogging devices, and/or binding materials. Rich, thick, wet ink spilling out of the golden nib of a finely-crafted fountain pen onto bright, white, textured paper is a form of ecstasy to her, free of STD’s.

She has a cat and an insatiable craving to express herself. 

Inspiration comes from everywhere, everything, and everybody she meets or sees or visualizes, but mostly from her mind (very often early in the morning when she first wakes up). She doesn’t wait for the wet muse to tingle her in the appropriate places, however; oftentimes she just sits and stares at a blank piece of paper (Hilroy, lined, in a wire-bound notebook) until an idea strikes her and she pen-strokes it, first into a brief outline, and then into a full story (which usually goes through a, minimum, three-draft process). She’s fairly well-read and quite good at mimicking other styles, which helps in the whole process, as does her natural shyness.


Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.

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