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A collection of five erotic stories with mixed menage and partner swap themes.
The Couple with the Dragon Tattoo by Giselle Renarde
Marva and Gerry consider themselves a pretty boring couple. They know why they’re so besotted with their new friends, Vijee and Lilliana, a pair of polyamorous pansexual BDSM enthusiasts, but why on earth does this lesbian couple want to spend time with a pair of dull heterosexuals? When the women offer to show Marva and Gerry the dragon tattoo that spans both their bodies, will they find an escape from monogamy is also an escape from monotony?
Intrigued by Sommer Marsden
You don’t screw with a good friendship--not the kind where everyone gets along. But when beautiful Dana McClearly suggests that maybe Daniel and Eileen step their friendship up a notch, Eileen is all ears. Dana suggests a little switch-up on traditional friendship, so to speak. The plan is simple. They meet at a venue as couples and during the intermission, take a quick break to experience the other’s spouse, then they leave as they came. As couples. Eileen has seen the way that her husband looks at Dana, and who can blame him. But what Eileen is really wondering is what will it be like to be with Andrew. Something she’s secretly wondered before. But now she gets to find out ...
Quay Party by Courtney James
Mia’s best friend, Jacqui, always has to go one better at everything, so it’s no surprise when Mia learns her latest boyfriend not only owns a restaurant, he has his own boat, too. When Mia and her boyfriend, Ray, are invited to spend the weekend on board the “Lusty Lady”, they have no idea their stay will turn into an orgy of seduction and voyeurism.
Like a Moth to a Flame by Elizabeth Black
Amelia took Peter as her lover but there was one obstacle in her way – Peter’s wife. She wanted to make his wife her own at the opening of the Celestial Gallery Of Fine Arts that evening. Little did Peter and his wife know that Amelia soul was very old. She fed on blood as well as fine food and Benedictine. Once Amelia set foot in that gallery she would claim Peter’s wife as her own, and she knew the woman would be unable to resist her. His wife would be like a moth to a flame.
Kicks by Landon Dixon
He found her standing out in the rain, fuming that her husband had neglected to pick her up, yet again. He was willing to give her a ride – anywhere she wanted. She wanted the alley. She wanted him to fuck her. It’s never that easy, though, not when there’s an angry husband out gunning for you.
These stories have also been published in Partner Swap ISBN 9781907761744 / 9781907761751
About the Author
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
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
Her Facebook: http://facebook.com/sommermarsden
Her Twitter: https://twitter.com/sommer_marsden
Her Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/sommermarsden/
Her Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2742697.Sommer_Marsden
Read an Excerpt
Vijee unfastened her bra at the back, letting it fall forward as she pushed her black panties to the floor. It wasn’t until Lilliana kicked off her big boots that I realised for the first time she and Vijee were the same height. It was also in that moment I got the full effect of the wild colours streaked across their skin. There be dragons! With that mirrored tattoo caressing Lilliana’s porcelain skin and Vijee’s darker flesh, they reminded me of the yin yang symbol. A green, blue, and purple dragon wrapped its thick, serpentine body around their legs and bellies. One head swept past Lilliana’s left breast, the other head past Vijee’s right breast. The girls wrapped their arms around each other’s waists and both dragons kissed tongue to tongue, like the snakes of the Caduceus.
When Vijee turned slowly to Lilliana and licked her just behind the ear, I heard Gerry inhale sharply at my side. My pussy pulsed as I watched them, and my hand sought Ger’s, fluttering like a blind bird. His fingers clasped mine as we gazed lasciviously at the real-life movie playing before our eyes. Vijee cupped Lilliana’s pixie face in her hands and ran her tongue all the way up the girl’s face, from her chin, past her painted lips and her nose, all the way up to her forehead. I couldn’t help wondering if it was an act of care or ownership, like a mother cat licking her kitten. I love this and it’s mine.
‘I can take pictures, if you like,’ Gerry blurted. They both looked to us without separating head from head. ‘Of the tattoos! Sorry, I meant … nothing sleazy. Photos of your tattoos, and the two of you together. I’ve taken courses. I’m not terrible at it. We can borrow a white screen from my mate and we’ll do like a pro shoot.’
‘Not tonight, I hope.’ Vijee brushed her fingers through her black bush. ‘I’d prefer to do some hair removal before we immortalize our ink.’
‘Me too,’ Lilliana said, though her pussy was nearly bare as it was. She had only a slight strip of dark hair above the V of her thighs, which looked faintly like an arrow pointing down.
Gerry shook his head. ‘Not tonight. Another night. Skip our next dinner, maybe? Do it on a Friday?’
‘Or Tuesday after Printmaking?’ I suggested. I wanted them to know I was on board with this, with all of it … whatever it was.
Nodding cheek to cheek with Lilliana, Vijee let a sly smile bleed across her lips. ‘Go over there.’ She slapped her girl on the behind. ‘Go tell Shaggy thank you.’
Lilliana brought her hands up to her cheeks so her forearms blocked our view of her hard cherry nipples. She stood in front of Gerry like a shy child compelled to thank her uncle for a Christmas gift. Dropping her hands to her sides, she pried my fingers from his and raised them to her bright red lips. She held Gerry’s fingers so close to her mouth I was sure he could feel her breath on his skin. I found myself experiencing Gerry’s desire, anticipating her next move.
‘Thank you, Shaggy.’ It was little more than a breath but I felt her words inside me, coaxing juice from my lower lips.
Just when I thought Lilliana would kiss my boyfriend’s knuckles, she extended his index finger and slowly closed her mouth around it. Ger let out a glorious groan that pulsed inside my core. She sucked on his fingers one at a time, consuming, letting each one in until her lips touched his knuckle. It was mesmerizing and magnificent to watch her sucking those fingers like five little cocks, devoting care and attention to one and all. She was a minx, that girl. My excitement at having her in our bedroom was surpassed only by the control in Vijee’s eyes as she looked on.
‘And thank you, too,’ Vijee said to me. She leaned against the bed and patted the mattress. ‘Come, Marva, sit. This stands to become an extended thank you.’
Lilliana nodded in eager acquiescence, her mauve-grey eyes on me all the while. My pussy throbbed as I watched, speechless. I could have sworn my feet never touched the ground as I cut a quick path to the bed. My body felt weightless next to Vijee. In fact, I nearly tumbled into her lap when I sat down beside her.
We watched in silence as Lilliana unbuttoned Gerry’s shirt, sucking his fingers all the while. The sound of his belt unbuckling and his trousers unzipping summoned the sweetest of aches between my legs, and I was certain Vijee recognized my distress. I watched her watching me in the mirrored wardrobe. Vijee and I were so much darker than Lilliana and Gerry, and I wasn’t sure what that meant, if it meant anything at all.
‘Does this make you at all jealous?’ Vijee asked as we watched Lilliana pumping Ger’s erection in her smallish hand. ‘My girlfriend jerking off your dear Shaggy – are you envious at all?’
‘Envious? Yes. I love touching my boyfriend’s cock. But jealous? No.’ I breathed a sigh like fresh summer air. ‘No, I’m not jealous at all.’
And that was God’s honest truth. Watching them together was like watching true-to-life porn, a film created exclusively for our enjoyment. It nearly killed me to resist touching myself as he and she pressed their naked bodies together. Vijee must have felt the vibes, because she set a hand on my thigh and whispered, ‘Will he be jealous when I do the same to you?’
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. As much as I’d expected this, I wasn’t sure what to do when the moment arrived. Her hand moved the length of my thigh, warming my flesh as it travelled. Vijee’s soft brown skin was lighter than mine, but her fingernails were painted the same pink as the pinstripe shot through my grey slacks. I felt too “business” in the outfit I’d worn tonight. If she undressed me, perhaps I’d be more comfortable?
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