We all need more pleasure in our lives, and these twenty tales reveal the explicit exploits of those who devote themselves to enjoying sex to the full. From wicked wives putting on a show for their lusty husbands, to sex in the great outdoors, intimate seductions, wild one-night stands and kinky games of dominance and submission, you’ll find stories here to tease and please you.
Surrender to the ultimate in pleasure.
Finger Music by Kay Jaybee
The early arrival of one part of the jazz trio due to play at the restaurant where Sally works, transfixes her. The dance of his fingertips over the fret of his instrument wreaks havoc with the waitress’s imagination, as she mentally replaces her body with the expertly plucked double bass. When the musician asks Sally if she would like to try and play, she soon learns how it feels to create beautiful finger music …
Watch Me, Watch You by Lynn Lake
Catherine is into voyeurism. She watches a neighbour pleasure himself, while pleasuring herself; shows off her form to a dirty window-washer staring in from the outside; encourages her boyfriend to jack by the public pool, and her husband to fuck their babysitter on-camera – while she watches. Catherine just can’t keep her eyes to herself.
Read My Lips by Elizabeth Cage
Becky doesn’t want a boyfriend and she’s not sure she wants sex after her last guy cheated on her – big time. So when her good mate Maz sets her up with the enigmatic Kyle, she is initially annoyed. But it turns out that Kyle has a special talent , which Becky soon discovers when they agree to an unusual businesslike arrangement. She gets the chance to explore and enact her most thrilling and edgiest fantasies. Has she got the nerve to follow it through? When it comes to intense, mind-blowing satisfaction, it seems no words are needed …
A Woman of Pleasure by Izzy French
Natalie is a thoroughly modern girl who takes her thrills wherever she can, and arranges them illicitly at work. Her email is hot! And her IT-phobic boss is blind to her sexy goings on. But following a particularly passionate night spent with a couple, Liza and John, back at their place, Natalie is called to the brand new IT manager’s office in the morning. He’s read her messages and he’s not a happy man. He gives Natalie a choice – and she needs to decide how she is going to take her punishment. Will it be the hard way?
New Heights by Jenna Bright
It’s not that Pollie doesn’t enjoy sex – she just thinks she’s missing out on the really good stuff. Somewhere out there are new pinnacles of pleasure, new heights that take sex from something fun to something sublime – and she’s determined to find them. Fortunately for her, she has her best friends, Lee and Rob, on hand, willing to do whatever it takes to help her find perfect pleasure.
About to Come by Maxine Marsh
Judith has been dating Wes for a long six months and they still haven’t screwed. It’s all a part of Wes’s philosophy – waiting makes it better, and if she really wants him, she’ll wait. But the day has finally arrived, and Judith’s about to find out just how hungry the wait has made her...
Hiking by Penelope Friday
Kate isn’t sure she’s going to enjoy hiking with her boyfriend Alex, but she’s willing to give it a go – if she does it in her own way. When she admits to Alex that she has “forgotten” her knickers, their hike through secluded hillside takes an erotic turn. But it turns out the hillside isn’t as secluded as the passionate couple originally thought ...
The Crinoline by Brian M. Powell
The woman suggested, as a game, that all men at the party describe their most secret sexual fantasy. Everyone agreed my fantasy was impossible and it was voted the worst fantasy. Only the woman who had suggested the game was interested in it. But when she called and ordered me to meet her at Forest Hall I did not know what to expect. I discovered she had arranged an extreme scene that allowed me to act out my fantasy with her as its object. It gave us the most intense erotic experience of our lives.
The Mirror by J R Roberts
Sam is in the enviable position of having a lover who knows exactly what turns her on. But Scott is a tease and uses his skills and the fact that he knows how much she desires him to persuade her to be a naughty girl. Reflections in the mirror allow Sam a view usually denied to women and brings a new and exciting dimension to their lovemaking.
Penthouse Sweet by Kate Dominic
A married woman enjoys California heat by sunbathing naked on her penthouse balcony, then indulging in an anniversary gift arranged by her husband -- sharing her freshly-shaved, sun-warmed pussy with another woman for the first time.
The Heat in Greece by Bel Anderson
‘Don’t open your eyes,’ he says softly, his Greek accent sending shivers down my spine and his hand warm but persistent in the small of my back. ‘Trust me. Do not be afraid.’ How could a girl resist? Sun, sea, sand and … a virile young Adonis who is feeling just as maddeningly sexy as I am on this scorching Greek afternoon. Recklessly, I put my trust in this husky-voiced stranger and let him lead me blindly away from the beach and into the most deliciously sensual and orgasmic experience of my life. An experience that turns out to be all my fantasies rolled into one …
By Design by Elise Hepner
The last thing Elena, a bored, hotel desk clerk, expects on a slow day at work is a salacious note commanding her to meet a stranger in his room. The anonymous “Frank” describes in detail how he wants to watch Elena get off in front of him. The erotic possibilities are dangerous ‑ and wicked. Swayed by her recent break-up and her intense need to do something interesting with her life, Elena follows orders. And what she walks into changes her sexually forever.
As You Wish by Maggie Morton
Bari has given his wife a lovely anniversary gift ‑ complete sexual power over him for one night. It will be a night full of power and sex, a night where the power she receives over her partner shows Bari’s wife everything she’s been missing until then, including the right to do as she wishes to her husband, no matter what those wishes involve. But Bari doesn’t mind giving up his power, not in the least, and maybe, just maybe, his wife won’t mind taking it from him either.
Play It Again by Heidi Champa
The only way to celebrate your divorce is with a “re-bachelorette” party, or at least that’s what her friend Tammy has convinced her. But she really isn’t having a good time, surrounded by so many happy brides-to-be reminding her of what she once had. That’s until a handsome groomsman offers to reintroduce her to the sweetest of pleasure…
Melonhead by Giselle Renarde
When you’re a guy with brown skin, you don’t make it through airport security too easily. Jai’s luggage seems to get rifled through forty times per trip and that’s why he never brings along any of his sex toys. But Jai is a planner, and he knows a warm cantaloupe is heaven. His hotel room doesn’t have a microwave, so he reluctantly takes up the receptionist’s offer to heat up the contents of his big paper bag and bring it to his room. When she arrives, she isn’t alone. Jai has two female spectators, and they aren’t about to leave without a show.
Torture by Pleasure by Bella Marks
Where is the line between pleasure and suffering? A sub finds out, and crosses the line, as her master delivers a well-deserved punishment. He tortures her with pleasure and teases her to within an inch of her sanity. Using his fingers, his cock and some evil little brushes, he brings her to the edge over and over again. But will she get to come? It’s up to him.
Getting Ready for Mick by Jodie Johnson-Smith
Sent to the country to finish her book, Fiona is soon feeling lonely. The only visitor she has is Penny, the busty campaigner, who is hell-bent on stopping the council from building on the field behind Fiona’s cottage. When three guys arrive to start the work, Fiona decides to get to know them better. But although getting ready for Mick is highly pleasurable, all is not as it seems and Fiona knows that the guys will soon be leaving. Meanwhile, Penny has decided on a new campaign ...
Oil, Wine, Miles and Dreaming by Ms Peach
Waking from a deliciously erotic dream, Amy expects another dull day in her job as a doctor’s receptionist. But Michael has other ideas. He’s the hunky patient she’s lusted after for ever, and when she accepts his offer of a dinner date, she doesn’t realise it’ll lead to a night of unforgettable pleasure.
Glow by Sommer Marsden
Adam is Irene’s perfect man, offering her everything she could possibly need – except his love. But she keeps making the trip to his home, where a lantern glows in the window, a sign of how much he wants her, because the pleasure he gives her is far too good to ignore. And maybe tonight will be the night he goes that one step further and gives her his heart, too…
Someone Borrowed, Something Blue by Elizabeth Coldwell
Melanie’s husband-to-be has the kinkiest fantasies about watching her with another man. She has fantasies about being dominated by a horny stranger. And with the aid of a willing wedding photographer and a second-hand dress, she’s about to make every single one of those fantasies come true.
About the Author
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.
Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), and The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2011), as well as the novellas Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus (Sweetmeats Press, 2011). She has also written the anthologies The Best of Kay Jaybee, (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 1st Ed 2008, 2nd Ed 2012).
Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, 2013, Sweet Love, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers, Sex and Music), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex), Smut, (Smut Alfresco), and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views, Punished).
Kay is currently working on The Retreat, the sequel to The Perfect Submissive.
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/
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.
Jenna Bright writes erotic fiction at her tiny desk in her home near London, and in many coffee shops around the country. She’s a strong advocate for fantastic lingerie, high heels and pencil skirts, and finding the sensual in the everyday.
Born with an over-active imagination, Jenna learnt early to channel her flights of fancy into stories. Later, she discovered a talent for creating sensual worlds filled with sexy scenarios, libidinous lovers and very arousing outcomes. She hopes that you enjoy reading them as much as she enjoys writing them.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00779O8ZU
Bel lives in the South East of England with her family. She works for a living by day and does what she loves best at night… writing! She finds writing erotica very liberating and likes to veer between erotica and her mainstream work to keep life interesting. She loves the thought of her words bringing pleasure to others.
Find Bel at her blog: http://belandersonwrites.wordpress.com/
Elise Hepner writes smutty goodness for Ellora's Cave, Xcite, Secret Cravings Publishing, and Excessica. She's appeared in several Cleis anthologies including 69 Stories of Sudden Sex and Best Bondage Erotica 2012. She lives with her husband and two clingy kitties in Maryland.
Find Elise on:
Her Website: www.ehwriting.com
Her Blog: http://celise91writer.blogspot.com/
Her Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Elise-Hepner-Writing/311925106401
Her Twitter: www.twitter.com/EHepner
Maggie Morton lives in Northern California with her partner. Her first novel, Dreaming of Her, is a lesbian, erotic romance, and is published by Bold Strokes Books. Her gay, erotic romance novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books. She also appears in multiple anthologies, including Dark Desires, Cheeky Spanking Stories, Pleasure Me, and Best Lesbian Erotica 2013.
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Giselle Renarde is an award-winning author of erotica and LGBT fiction. This queer Canadian writer has contributed short stories to more than 100 anthologies and authored dozens of books, including Anonymous, Nanny State, and the Wedding Heat series.
Her transgender lesbian romance The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the 2012 Rainbow Awards, in the category of Best Transgender Romance/Erotic Romance. Giselle's single-author anthology of transgender fiction and poetry, My Mistress' Thighs, received an honourable mention in the same category the previous year. Her work also appears in Tristan Taormino's Lambda Award-winning anthology Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica.
Ms Renarde loves a geeky girl and lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. When she's not writing, she's usually up to something good... or up to no good.
Find her at:
Her website: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com
About her: http://about.me/gisellerenarde
Her Twitter: http://twitter.com/GiselleRenarde
Ms Peach is a former middle school and college writing teacher who has recently turned her attention to crafting steamy erotic fiction. She also offers erotica writing workshops. Ms Peach spends time creating personalised erotic stories by request. She lives in Massachusetts with her family and plays a mean banjo.
Sommer Marsden has been called "one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen), and "Erotica royalty" (Lucy Felthouse). Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series.
Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora's Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer's short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.
Find Sommer at:
Her website: http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com
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Her Twitter: https://twitter.com/sommer_marsden
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Her Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2742697.Sommer_Marsden
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Adam lives on the third storey of a historic row-home in the city. I don’t. I live farther into the danger of the city in a non-historic row home with three other people. The houses are built like railroad cars, rooms connected one to the other in a straight line. Each room long but narrow and laid out like one long hallway. Main room to dining room to kitchen to summer kitchen.
Adam’s house is nicer. Each level of his row home is broad and roomy, the ceilings high, the windows too. His bedroom has a skylight and the front window faces the street.
I pass his house every night when I leave The Twisted Scarf, a tiny bar I work in that got its name from the way the original owner died. It had been McWilliams’s Tavern before then, but the original owner was killed – rumoured to be a mobtown hit – by strangulation. Did you guess a twisted scarf? You win a prize.
Gruesome name for a hole-in-the-wall dive bar. But I make good tips and once in a while a nice-looking college boy comes in and I end up going out for a night on the town. Usually followed by a night between the sheets.
But when I think of love and lust and need and all the weird and sometimes melancholy stuff that goes with it, it’s Adam who springs to mind. Adam who I met in the bar and Adam who’s worked out an arrangement with me.
He’s not into love. As he explains it, ‘I tried that once and she damn near killed me. I didn’t know a human heart could hurt that bad and still keep working. I’m never doing it again.’
And I get it. I get the pain he suffered and I get the way he feels and I get that he likes me and in another life it could have been something more. And hey, I agreed to the arrangement he and I worked out one night over shots of Patrón at the bar.
I agreed. So I live with it.
Tonight it’s cold and a bit rainy and I realise I’m holding my breath as I walk. My fur-lined cheap-ass suede boots are kicking up plumes of dirty water and my hair is getting that funky damp curl that comes with icky weather.
Adam likes those curls. He pushes his fingers up into the spirals like he’s pushing into my pussy and he says, ‘Your hair is so pretty, Irene. It’s like coiled copper.’
And usually we end up with him fucking me, a big chunk of coiled copper wrapped in his fist while I try and remember that I’m not supposed to love him.
I turn on to Anne Street and there it is.
My heart jumps and my stomach tumbles and I hear myself make a sound – this deep, needy, rumbling sound – even above the November wind.
There is a lantern in Adam’s front window. And when that lantern glows it means: I need you. I want you.
I love you
No, not that last one. That one’s a pipe dream.
My feet that felt so heavy just minutes ago feel springy and light. I dodge puddles like a schoolgirl and even though it’s nearly 2 a.m. – my boss let me sneak out a bit early – I’m laughing. I hear the ease of my laughter and it strikes me that I don’t laugh much at all.
I hurry across the street, no traffic in sight, just misty rain that makes me think of serial killers and Halloween movies. I push the doorbell with trembling fingers and wait. That lantern’s glow means a night in his bed. A night in his arms.
‘Yes?’ comes his voice over the speaker. He’s amused and he’s smiling. I can hear it.
‘The lovely Irene?’ he drawls. Once upon a time he lived in the south and he tells me the accent stuck like molasses.
‘Well, Irene. I don’t know about lovely.’ I sigh, nervously trying to smooth my increasingly unruly hair.
‘Take it back,’ he says sternly but gently.
‘The lovely Irene,’ I amend.
The buzzer sounds and the door lock disengages and I grab the handle like a lifeline. It has not escaped my notice that my panties are damp from a constant trickle of juices from my body. My pussy already feels thick and pouty, ready for him. Flushed with blood and thumping in desperate time with my heart. My nipples against the inside of my satin cami are so hard just the brush of that tender fabric over them is maddening.
I lick my lips and make my way up the first set of steep steps. Once upon a time someone had to wall off the staircases in order to make this place three apartments with a communal set of steps. Walking them is an exercise in claustrophobia. But on the landing to the second floor I have to stop and rest my head against the chilly wall.
I cannot act a fool. I cannot let him know. I need to keep the feeling part of this equation under wraps and just enjoy the fucking.
And good fucking it is. He can be rough and gentle, giving and demanding. He can debase me and lift me up. I never know but I’m always willing and he always takes me where I need to go. And he cares.
But he won’t love you …
Up the final flight I go and he’s waiting. Jeans slung low despite the late hour, a heather grey thermal hugging his leanly cut upper body. He’s got a day’s worth of stubble and his bright grey eyes are stark against the muted light of the entire scene. It’s the middle of the night, really, so that lights are respectfully dim.
‘Come, Irene,’ he says. And I get it. Not come in. Come.
Because I will. We will.
I step into his apartment with as much calm as I can muster but the second that door clicks shut it all falls way. We crash into each other, all seeking mouths and clutching hands. He gets me caged in his arms, crushed against him, and I feel the waiting hump of his cock in those well-worn, paint-stained jeans. He’s an artist. Only an artist could explain how he’ll never love you and you will willingly buy it and also come to him when he commands.
You’re such a fool, Irene …
Maybe. But it works for me too. At least for now. And that’s the only thing that matters. The pleasure of it all.
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