Nightclub owner Simone Thomas has given up on love. She wants S-E-X only, and with a man who can fulfill her every fantasy. Architect Shaun Dutton can't wait to fly her to Florida, where he can strip off her clothes--and uncover the steamy secret fantasies even Simone has never admitted to. . .
Just Lay Down
Kimberly Kaye Terry
After she left her husband, Lilliana Michaels never expected to want a man again. But rock-hard Josh Ellis is far too fine to pass up. He's got plenty to teach her about pleasure--and he's so good with his hands that Lilly wants them all over her. . .
Lisa G. Riley
Melinda Carlisle is shocked when gorgeous Dr. Nick Pantino answers her personal ad. Dating a co-worker is a bad idea, especially when what she wants involves getting naked. But Nick's deliciously sexy suggestions change her mind--and his passionate attention to her curves makes her hot all over. . .
Lisa G. Riley's work has been called "character and issue driven; exciting, passionate, and thought provoking." The author of three novels and three novellas, Riley resides in Chicago where she is hard at work on her next project. Her next novella, "Fit to be Tied" will be out from Kensington in November 2007 in the Bound to Ecstasy anthology.
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About the Author
Lisa G. Riley is a Chicago-based author. She’s written a wide variety of books, from suspenseful and paranormal romance and erotica to children’s books and literary fiction. Titles she has written include At Last, Bound to Ecstasy, and Caught Up in the Rapture.
Kimberly Kaye Terry pens interracial, delicious tales that expertly blend eroticism and true romance. She lives with her husband, a Colonel in the U.S. Army, and their beautiful child in a suburb in Texas. Kimberly has a bachelor’s degree in Social Work, a master’s degree in Human Relations and Counseling, and is a proud member of the one and only Zeta Phi Beta Sorority. Kimberly invites you to relax while you curl up with one of her scintillating tales of vivacious women and the amazing men who love them as they make their journey to finding true love.
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Big Spankable Asses
By Angie Daniels Kimberly Kaye Terry Lisa G. Riley
APHRODISIA BOOKSCopyright © 2007 Angie Daniels
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Chapter One"What we really need is a man who knows what the hell he's doing! I am so tired of faking it, not getting any, or turning to Big Tom to catch a thrill! And lately Tom has been eating into my budget, for real. I've bought more batteries than you can shake a stick at."
"Simone girl, please! I don't know about you two, but I think it's all hype anyway," Melinda said in disgust as she sipped her drink.
"What's all hype? Orgasms?" Simone frowned and asked as she paused to take a sip of her drink.
"Orgasms, multiple orgasms, G-spot, whatever ... all of it!"
"So says the woman who has never had one," Lilliana piped up and laughed.
"Oh, and you're an expert?" Melinda raised an eyebrow.
"No, but I've had a couple here and there," Lilliana said, sipping her margarita as she sat with her two best friends, Melinda Carlisle and Simone Thomas, in their favorite booth at Hooters, drinking, gossiping and winding down with the rest of the early evening crowd.
"Well, I don't know about you two but I'm no stranger to the ultimate thrill, it's just ... been a while, that's all. And for a chick like me? A toy can only provide so much relief. I need a man. A real man. One thatdoesn't require batteries," Simone said on a sigh as she sat back in the booth, her eyes restless as she surveyed the crowd.
"Ummm. Yeah, I know what you mean, girl. Since I've returned home, well, actually since I left Marcus two years ago-"
"Thank God you saw the light and finally left that loser."
"Simone!" Melinda cautioned.
"What? We all know that jackass was a sorry excuse for a man. No man puts his hands on a woman. Period. End of subject. He was lucky all our girl did was give him a black eye with that vase she bashed over his head when he tried to hit her again. He should be thanking God that when she knocked him out, she didn't lay his ass out to rest! I would have," Simone said grimly. The women were silent for a minute.
"You're back home and we're thankful for that. I missed you, girl. Long distance calls and occasional visits are nothing like having you here at home." Melinda reached over and enveloped Lilliana in a hug.
"Thanks, Mel. It feels good to be home," she said, returning the hug and giving a small half-smile.
"I missed you too, Lil. It's kind of like old times, the three of us together again. Remember how you'd sneak out of the house, when your brothers and your mom were asleep?" Simone asked and all three women laughed in memory.
"That was the only time I ever had any fun! If it hadn't been for you two, I don't know what I would have done."
"I tell you what you would have done. Watched your brothers twenty-four-seven. That's what would have happened," Melinda finished and shook her head. "Girl, I still don't understand why your mother did that to you. You and Glenn are only a year or so apart, aren't you? And the twins weren't that much younger than Glenn."
"She worked late nights sometimes and she was beat. She said she didn't have energy to deal with us, especially the younger ones, after working twelve-hour shifts at the factory," Lilliana answered with a shrug.
"Why do you always do that?" Simone asked after a slight pause.
"Excuse your mom."
"I don't excuse her. It happened and I don't want to dwell on it. It was in the past, it has nothing to do with the present, so can we just not go there tonight? I thought we were talking about men, anyway, not my mama." Lilliana barely refrained from rolling her eyes. She glanced down at her drink and caught the subtle elbow nudge that Melinda gave Simone, and Simone's answering grimace.
"Like I was saying. I am in total agreement with you on the whole it's been a while syndrome!"
Melinda laughed. "I had no idea that lack of sex was a syndrome."
"It is when it's been a while since you had any."
"Hmmm. Especially when it's been a while since you had it put on you right! And the official name for it is PID," Simone returned drolly.
"Pelvic Inflammatory Disease?" Melinda was a nurse and naturally applied a medical term to the acronym.
"Hell no! Pussy In Distress Syndrome," Simone said.
"Okay? Girl!" Lilliana agreed and all three women laughed.
"So what do we do about it?" Melinda asked after they'd stopped.
"Do? What do you mean?"
"Hold on ... let me get the waitress over here." Simone raised her arm to capture the woman's attention.
"Do you think Hooters would hire me?" Lilliana asked out of the blue.
"What in the world? Why do you want to work at Hooters? Don't you like the temp job I set up for you?" Melinda asked Lilliana before she turned to Simone. "I don't think I need another drink, Simone! My head is reeling from the two I've already had!"
"Girl, please. It's Friday night ... what else you got planned?" Simone turned her head. Her long, honey-blond, relaxed hair whipped around as she snapped her fingers to try and get the waitress's attention.
"Yes, I do like the job. It's going really well ... I'll have another one, Simone," Lilliana laughed, easily moving back and forth with the conversation. She turned to Melinda. "I was just wondering if they'd hire me. I mean look at these chicks."
They all glanced around at the midriff-baring, T-shirt wearing waitresses bustling around the bar and grill, big boobs bouncing as they served drinks and food.
"What about them? What are you complaining about? You've got more than enough going on up top. Both of you heffas do. It's my behind they wouldn't hire. All ass and no tits!" Melinda humphed.
"Yeah, I got the boobs, but it's the rest of me they wouldn't dig, girl. Not only do I have the tits, I got the ass, thighs and hips to go along with it," Lilliana argued.
"Well, at least you're evened out. Got a nice small waist. I'd love to have more on top to go along with this butt of mine," Melinda insisted.
"Girl, whatever! I don't know what kind of man you're used to ... oh, wait. That's right!" Simone snapped two fingers together. "You were married to that bougie fool, Edmund. His wannabe ass wouldn't know a real woman if she came up behind him and pimp-slapped him! That's why he didn't know what to do with you, Mel. You're a real woman, and once you stopped living in his image he didn't know what to do!"
Lilliana couldn't help smiling at her friends. It felt good to be home with friends who knew and loved her. She'd been back in Chicago for less than a month, yet it already felt right. She'd felt nervous returning home after being away so long, but her girls had made her feel comfortable in no time.
All three women had known each other since they were teens, attending the same private school. Melinda and Simone had been friends before Lilliana came along in the tenth grade. She'd received a scholarship to attend St. Mary's Catholic School. Well, that's what they'd called it, a scholarship. It was a more polite way of phrasing what it really was: a handout. The only qualification for the "scholarship" had been based on financial hardship.
In other words, for broke folks.
But she'd been glad to get away from the public school she'd attended in her own neighborhood. St. Mary's was a far cry from West Central, where she'd attended her freshman year of high school. At Saint Mary's all-girls academy, she didn't have to worry about being harassed by the older boys, teased because of the size of her breasts and told what they'd like to do with them and her.
Lilliana had always been slightly uncomfortable with her large breasts and tended to slump forward to hide them. Her own mother had teased her relentlessly about them, saying that was all a man would want from her. It had taken until recently before she'd finally kicked the ugly habit of hiding her body. But even now, she'd catch herself slumping and Simone would bust her out every time.
Her gaze traveled over her friends as they discussed the pros and cons of tits versus ass.
Simone was beautiful, vivacious and didn't give a damn what anyone thought of her. She spoke her mind without being mean, although sometimes Lilliana wondered how much was bravado and how much was real. No matter what, the woman had it going on. She loved her girl and although she didn't feel jealous of her, Lilliana wished she had a tenth of Simone's sheer nerve.
Simone wore her hair long, relaxed and blond. Bold. Just like she was. The color complemented her caramel skin and chestnut-colored eyes. It worked for her. Like Lilliana, she was short. Actually, Simone was petite, with nice firm breasts and butt, but she was thin. She often tried to hide her actual height, Lilliana rarely saw her wear shoes with a heel less than three inches.
On the other hand, Lilliana didn't consider herself petite, although she was short, and she had never been thin at only five feet three inches tall. The difference between her and Simone was that she was curvy all over. Her waist was small, but that was it. Thighs, hips, behind and tits ... nothing but curves.
Where she and Simone were shorter in stature, Melinda was tall and thin. But no matter how thin she was, sista girl still had an ass. Not as much as Simone, and nothing compared to hers, but she wasn't flat by any stretch of the imagination.
Before Melinda divorced Edmond, she too wore her hair long and relaxed as did Simone ... and fake. But unlike Simone, Melinda wore her additions to please her husband.
Although Lilliana lived her life by the motto "to each his own" she liked that her friend now wore her own hair short and twisted. In Lilliana's opinion it suited Melinda much better than all that fake stuff she used to sport.
Lilliana had worn her hair natural most of her life and had no desire to relax it. She'd used a relaxer once as a teenager and when all her hair fell out, that ended her desire to straighten her nappy kinks. If she didn't have it braided she usually wore it as she had it now, big and nappy all over her head, she thought with a laugh.
"Are you listening, Lilly? What do you think?"
"I think that's cool," she said, although she didn't know what in the world they were talking about.
Lilliana turned her attention back to her friends and hid her embarrassment. She'd developed the habit of going into her own world and thoughts as a teenager when her mother went on one of her rants, cussing her out for some perceived slight or other. The habit had been strengthened during her twelve years with Marcus, when he'd done the same thing to her.
"Are you serious? You want to do it? Okay, Melinda, that means you're going to be left out, girl! Come on, it'll be funny as hell if nothing else. Just think if someone actually answers the ad! Damn!"
"What ad?" Lilliana asked.
"What ad? You just said you thought it was cool! I knew you weren't paying attention. The ad we're going to take out to find a man who knows how to handle a big spankable ass! While you were spacing out, we were talking about taking out an ad ..."
"You were talking about taking out an ad," Melinda quickly interjected.
"Fine, I was talking about taking out an ad in the Reader to try and find a man who knows how to, uh ..." Simone hesitated.
"Don't act shy now," Melinda laughed.
"I'm not shy about it! To try and find a man who knows what he's doing in bed. One who knows exactly how to please a woman," Simone said and paused to take a sip of her drink.
"Wait a minute. First off, are you serious? An ad in the Reader looking for a man? And how many of those have you had?" Lilliana asked, referring to the oversized margarita in Simone's hand.
"This is my third ... I think," Simone disregarded the question with a wave of her French manicured hand and continued. "And not just any man. We want one who knows how to-"
"Yeah, I got that! One who knows how to handle a big spankable ass! Girl, what?" Lilliana started chuckling and before they knew it all three women were cracking up with laughter.
"Hold up, hold up! I'm serious!"
"Okay, so explain this to me. Ooh, Lord. Simone, you are nuts!" Lilliana gasped trying to get her laughter in check.
"Welll ..." Simone started and dragged the word out. "We've all been complaining lately about not getting any good loving. I, for one, am tired as hell of relying on my vibrator for relief. I'm also tired of being alone and my love life sucks serious monkey balls. The brothas I've been dealing with lately are working my last nerve! The latest one lost his job and his erection! I can deal with one, but I damn sure am not dealing with both! I tried my damnedest to be sympathetic but when he started taking it out on me, that's where I draw the line! I want a living, breathing, man. A real man. I want to try things I've never tried before. I want adventure. I want a man to lay it on me. I want him to spank my fat ass ... and make me like it," Simone paused and looked directly at Lilliana.
Lilliana felt like a deer caught in the headlights.
"How about you, Lil? Aren't you tired of the game? Are you with me? What better way to find exactly what we're looking for than to advertise? Are you both with me?"
Simone sat back in the booth. With one eyebrow raised and a half-smile on her face, she slowly raised her margarita high in the air and waited.
"Here's the rules," she continued when her friends didn't answer. "First date in public. During the day. No exchanging personal info until we check the man out. No hopping into a stranger's car. Keep it safe-and then go crazy."
Lilliana felt a curious excitement settle in her lower belly. The kind of tingle that meant she was going to do something bold, crazy, and unlike anything she probably would have thought of on her own. She laughed out loud.
"Hell yes, girl ... count me in!" She raised her glass and they both turned to Melinda.
Melinda had a small smile on her face and she raised her glass as well. "What the hell, what can go wrong? It's not like anyone is going to actually answer the ad correctly," She laughed and with a clink all around the ladies toasted in agreement and ordered another round of margaritas.
That night as Lilliana lay in bed she thought back over what she and her friends had discussed and wondered what it would feel like to have a man really know what the hell he was doing in bed. To know what it would feel like to have a man do her real slow, take his time and work her until she cried out in mercy, pleading for him to take it easy on her. Make her call his name and like it. No faking, no pretense. A real man would know what she wanted. He'd know just how to handle her.
As her mind brought up images of an unknown stranger's large hand caressing her, she opened her legs and withdrew the vibrator from her side table drawer and soon a low hum filled the air. She leaned back against the pillows, licked her lips, closed her eyes and allowed her imagination to take over.
Slowly, he'd climb up her body, his dick thick and strong as it slid along the inside of her thigh. As it rubbed against the outer lips of her pussy, the head would be damp with pre-cum before it would thump a happy welcome against the curvature of her belly.
He'd lean down and kiss her. Slowly, skillfully, and completely ... kiss her. He'd make love to her mouth like a porn star, sucking and nibbling until the kisses were no longer enough.
She brushed the vinyl-skinned vibrator against her aching, wet pussy, imaging it to be her dream lover's stiff dick. He'd play with her at first. Tease her wet lips, rubbing and torturing the hidden nub of her clit with the round knob of his penis until she was breathless in anticipation, waiting to see when he'd stop toying and give her what she needed.
Lilliana reached up and lightly cupped a breast in her hand and massaged the large globe and imagined how good it would feel to have a man's big hand in the place of hers. Lilliana pinched and pulled her nipples until they stood out in stiff peaks while she feathered the rubbery end of the vibrator against her clit. Slowly she eased the broad head of the apparatus into her vagina and groaned out loud as the smooth hardness of being filled to the rim with ten inches of vibrating sensation filled her.
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Table of Contents
ContentsJUST LAY DOWN Kimberly Kaye Terry....................1
CAUGHT Lisa G. Riley....................107
FIENIN' Angie Daniels....................219
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