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The Ex Factor: A collection of five erotic stories

The Ex Factor: A collection of five erotic stories

by Sophia Valenti

A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including threesomes, girl on girl, sex with a stranger and power play.

The Ex Factor by Sophia Valenti

Break-ups are always rough, but they’re even worse when they happen right before Valentine’s Day. Getting together with her ex, Kevin, is a sure-fire way to cheer Belinda up, as


A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including threesomes, girl on girl, sex with a stranger and power play.

The Ex Factor by Sophia Valenti

Break-ups are always rough, but they’re even worse when they happen right before Valentine’s Day. Getting together with her ex, Kevin, is a sure-fire way to cheer Belinda up, as he always seems to know just what she needs. And with the aid of his voluptuous new girlfriend, Mia, and her trusty strap-on he finds the ideal way to banish those break-up blues.

Tongue Craft by Alcamia Payne

They call Marius “langue de chat” – cat’s tongue – and the story goes that once you’ve been with him, you’ll never be satisfied by anyone else. Once she’s seen a demonstration of his wicked organ in action, she knows he is the man to reawaken her sleeping desire and bring her to the best orgasm of her life.

Molly’s New Mistress by Lilli Lace

Working in Madam Almeda’s House enables Molly to fulfil all her darkest sexual fantasies. Mr Chester appears to be the man who can truly explore the depths of her submission, but Molly’s visit to his lake house takes on a whole new dimension when she realises he has hired her not for his own pleasure, but for his wife’s.

Katy Keene, Teen Detective by Lynn Lake

When her father’s lawnmower is stolen and the police can’t offer any help, would-be supersleuth Katy picks up the challenge. Following a trail that leads through some suspiciously freshly cut grass, she finds a man with a weakness for redheads just like Katy – and she’s prepared to do some real hands-on investigating to prove he’s the culprit.

Nightcap by Elizabeth Cage

Dresden in February is beautiful, but freezing cold. Taking the opportunity to explore the sights while in the city for a boring sales conference, Robyn finds herself in need of something to warm her up. She just doesn’t expect it to come in the shape of the hunk at the neighbouring café table, who has a unique way of giving a girl a nightcap.

These stories have also been published in Sex, Love and Valentines ISBN 9781907016103

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In the kitchen, I took a deep breath and gathered my bearings, then hunted down a corkscrew. Normally, I’m a very cool and collected person, but there was something about Mia that lit a fire in me. I wasn’t used to feeling that way so soon after meeting someone, and the fact that I did made me apprehensive and turned me on all at the same time. I managed to work out some of my nervous energy as I wrestled with the corkscrew and bottle, feeling satisfied when I heard the telltale pop of the cork pulling free. I was filling the third glass when Kevin snuck into the kitchen and sidled up to me.
“So, whaddya thing of Mia?” he asked in a not-so-hushed whisper, picking up one of the glasses and taking a sip of wine – well, more of a gulp, really.
“You’d better watch it, Kevin,” I teased, looked at him from under half-lidded eyes. “You bring such a sweet piece into my place and expect me to keep my hands to myself?”
“Who said you had to keep you hands to yourself?” Mia said slyly. Kevin and I both jumped with surprise. We’d had no idea she’d followed him, but there she was standing in the doorway, looking even more delicious and tempting than she had appeared when I’d first laid eyes on her.
Mia’s body was illuminated from behind by the bright lamplight coming from the living room. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I could see the outline of her plush body and my mouth watered. I found myself transfixed by the glowing light that emanated from between her parted thighs. Mia rested one hand on her cocked hip, while the other dangled at her side. Her head was tilted inquisitively as she awaited a response from either of us, but none came.
Kevin and I were still too startled to speak, so Mia took control of the situation. She sashayed into the kitchen with a feline-like stroll, her hips swaying enticingly and the click-clack of her stilettos on the tile floor mesmerizing me with their sexy Morse code. She looked me up and down in a way that – this time – gave no doubt as to what sort of thoughts she was thinking: They were definitely dirty.
Kevin’s mouth quirked into a bemused smile that I had a feeling I was mirroring. Mia reached out her hand and took the wineglass from her boyfriend. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the stem, and she brought the glass to her lips, looking at me above its rim as she slowly sipped the ruby liquid.
I licked my lips nervously, and as I admired her luscious figure, my excitement ratcheted up exponentially with each passing second. Mia handed the glass back to Kevin and moved closer to me. I was breathing through slightly parted lips as she reached up and brushed my hair back, pushing my auburn curls away from my face and over my shoulders. She was standing so close to that I could smell the wine on her breath.
“Kevin,” she said softly but with a playfully chastising tone, “you didn’t tell me your friend was so pretty.” Mia was speaking to him, but she was looking directly at me. She was considering me so carefully, studying me so intensely, that every nerve ending in my body seemed to tingle. She’d barely touched me, and I was already feeling faint with desire. My breasts were rising and falling erratically with each panting breath, and the cool breeze drifting in through the window did nothing to cool my ardour. I couldn’t hold back any longer and reached out, my fingers grazing her bare shoulder and briefly trailing down her arm. Her skin was so soft and warm that I let out a little sigh of contentment when I made contact with her. Upon hearing the sound, Mia’s glossy pink lips curled upward. It would have been too easy to sweep her up in my arms for a passionate kiss, but since we were most certainly not alone, I had to address my friend. After all, as tempting as Mia was, I had no intention of leaving him out of the fun. 
“So, Kevin,” I said, momentarily tearing my eyes away from Mia’s. “I hope the two of you don’t have other plans for tonight. I’d love it if you could stay awhile.”
“N-no, no plans,” Kevin stammered. 
“Well, I have plans,” Mia added, wandering over to stroke Kevin’s face, teasing his cheek with her red-lacquered nails. He seemed to melt instantly, looking every bit the submissive that I recalled him being. Mia, on the other hand, seemed to grow even bolder, turning toward me and saying, “And I hope you can help me with them, Belinda.”
“I think I can I do that,” I answered in a hushed whisper.
“Good,” Mia answered, her voice still strong. “Let’s head someplace a little more comfortable, shall we?”
There was no reason to delay any longer; all pretence was gone. I took Mia’s hand and led her to my bedroom, with Kevin following behind us at a polite distance. I flicked on a lamp in the corner of the room, the ambient lighting casting us in a soft, sexy glow. Mia ordered Kevin to get naked. He immediately obeyed, neatly folding each item of clothing and placing it on a nearby chair. As he stripped, Mia gave me her undivided attention. She leaned toward me and our mouths met in a slow, sensuous kiss. Our gloss-slick lips slid against each other as we embraced. Her body was deliciously soft, and I savoured the feeling of her plush breasts pressing against my own. All of that perfumed female flesh grinding against me made my pussy ache with longing.
All of my earlier fantasies came to life as I slid my hands down her sides, enjoying the feel of her rounded breasts, nipped waist and flared hips. My hands stopped at her thighs while our kisses grew more frenzied. Our tongues tangled wildly as my fingers gathered up her silky dress, balling up the fabric in my fists and causing her hem to rise higher and higher on her thighs. We reluctantly broke apart so I could lift her delicate shift off her body, but before I tasted those delicious lips again I had to admire her naked form. Mia wore no underwear, and she looked even more beautiful standing there in only her high-heeled shoes with all of her charms on display. Her heavy breasts were topped with thick brown nipples that were already erect and beckoning me to lick them. Her legs were long and toned, and her mound was covered with a light dusting of dark hair. I kissed her one more time on the mouth before I lavished her sumptuous tits with wet kisses. After nuzzling her sweet cleavage, I circled one rubbery nipple with my tongue and then took it between my lips and flicked it with my tongue tip. Mia brought her hands to my hair, tangling her fingers in my tresses and pulling me tighter to her body, forcing more of her fulsome flesh between my lips. She uttered wordless moans of pleasure as I then teased the other nub in a similar way. As I enjoyed the feel of her nipple under my tongue, I peeked at Kevin out of the corner of my eye. He was standing a few feet away, with his hands dutifully behind his back and his semi-hard cock bobbing in front of him. His brown eyes were wide with admiration. I knew we would have even more fun once we allowed him to join us.

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.

A published writer since her early teens, Elizabeth Cage has been writing erotica since 1999. Her stories, poems and articles have appeared in many magazines including Scarlet, Desire, Forum, For Women, In the Buff, The Hotspot, and the International Journal of Erotica, as well as The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica 2010 (Cleis) and her fiction regularly appears in the sizzling anthologies and e-books from Xcite.

She enjoys doing guest blogs, author talks, interviews, events and workshops and performs regularly in the fabulously successful show Wanton Words and Burlesque Bombshells reading her erotica and helping with the raffle!

Find Elizabeth at:

Her Blog: http://www.elizabeth-cage.blogspot.co.uk/

Her Website: http://www.elizabethcage.com/

Her Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elizabeth.cage.1

Her Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6861526.Elizabeth_Cage 

Her Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/elizabethcage/

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