An anthology of five erotic stories with mixed themes including BDSM, fem sub, group sex, exhibitionism and sex outdoors.
The Sheriff’s Toy by Queenie Black
Lexi has been waiting for Sheriff Heath Walker for years. She’s finally given up and decided to move on and she’s chosen her birthday to do it. But Heath has other ideas. He’s decided that Lexi is old enough to deal with his desire to dominate and he’s got a pair of cuffs set aside specially for her.
Samantha’s Initial Public Offering by Veronica Gosford
A casual bait thrown out by her husband Brock launches Samantha into an exhibitionist adventure she couldn't have dreamt up by herself. Stepping out of her underwear in a bustling café right on the Champs-Élysées triggers a sexual appetite in her that she finds impossible to contain. Things come to a head when Samantha gets a little too brazen on a Paris Metro train. When the couple find themselves squeezed into a car with a crowd of Frenchmen, they embark on their most daring erotic exploit yet.
How Heather Became a Whore by Valerie Grey
Heather dreams of owning her own trail riding business, but money is tight. Her widowed neighbour, Ed, offers a solution that has benefits for both of them. He might be thirty years older than her, but he’s well hung and knows how to use what he’s got. And the tricks this old dog teaches her will serve her well in her new career …
A Good Hard Ride by Jordan Alleyo
If you’re going to wear stretch cycling shorts, you need a great arse. The buns oscillating directly ahead of Jordan certainly qualify as “stretch safe”. And the only thing better than the cute redhead with iron buns is the massively built hunk cycling by her side. When the couple express an interest in getting to know Jordan better, their ensuing threesome brings a whole new meaning to enjoying a good hard ride …
Walkabout by Zombie Ferguson
The club borrowed the name “walkabout” from the aboriginal ceremony that had boys travel across the Outback as part of their journey into adulthood. My friend Michelle brought me into the club. The walkabout they had me perform opened up more than just a coming of age. I was to trek across town, at night, completely naked. The minute they left me at the entrance to the park, wearing only tennis shoes and a key to my front door, I felt fear, freedom, and unparalleled lust. This is my tale of adventure ...
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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.
Read an Excerpt
‘You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do ‑’
‘What? I haven’t done anything!’ Lexi protested as Sheriff Heath Walker grasped her wrists and twisted them behind her back. ‘Ow. Get off. You’re hurting me.’
She struggled to free herself, feeling instead the snick of cold metal around her right wrist. Furious at the indignity of being arrested and manhandled while celebrating her birthday, Lexi kicked back at Heath’s shin. He neatly sidestepped her strike, slipping between her legs, pinning her against the table and firmly locking the cuff around her other wrist. He pressed up against her behind as he fastened the cuffs, the pressure brief but hard enough for Lexi to register the size of his erection, and the promise.
The last of her rights read, Heath straightened her up and marched her towards the door.
‘Hey, you can’t do this to me, I haven’t done anything wrong. Somebody stop him. This is unlawful arrest, it’s injustice, it’s ‑’ Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of her date for the evening approaching. No matter how willing he was to protect her, there was no way that Lewis Higgins could stand up to the sheriff and win. The sheriff was bigger, fitter, and meaner, and all it took was one glare from his steel blue eyes and Lewis backed off.
‘I’m sorry, Lexi,’ he called after her. Lexi didn’t blame him, she blamed Heath.
‘Let go of me, you big brute. You know I’m innocent.’
He paused at the door to the police car. ‘Innocent? I don’t think so. You’ve been driving me mad for years, you little cock-tease. Now it’s time to deliver on all those silent promises.’
Lexi was furious but she was also excited. Between her thighs her panties were wet. That made her madder. She struggled harder. ‘You bastard, it’s too late for your games, let me go.’
He leant in close, so close she could smell his skin beneath the spice of his cologne, feel his voice rumble under her skin. ‘Any more foul language, baby, and I’ll gag you.’ Then, hand on her head, he manoeuvred her into the vehicle.
‘Don’t you dare threaten me, you bas ‑’
Quick as a rattlesnake, the sheriff slid something between her teeth and while she tried to spit it, out he secured it behind her head.
‘Mmmphfff.’ The snake had done exactly as he threatened.
Lexi had played around in the D/s scene enough to recognise a ball-gag when it was shoved between her teeth.
‘You’re playing in the big league now. Break the rules and you pay the price.’
Breathing deep through her nose, she let her eyes show him exactly what she thought of him and his tactics.
Heath moved far enough back to get a good view of her face and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. ‘That’s right, little one, breathe deep. Get used to having something big in your mouth.’ As the implications of his words sank in, hot colour flooded her face and embarrassment forced her gaze away from his.
Heath laughed softly as he climbed into the front seat.
It wasn’t long before Lexi reclaimed her righteous indignation. The sheriff was five years too late. So he thought he could walk into her life and take control now, of all days. It was too damn late. She kicked out at his seat, kicked again and again.
Heath said quietly, ‘Do you know how many licks you’ve earned yourself now? They’re adding up nicely and I’m going to enjoy making that pert little ass of yours rosy.’
Lexi stopped kicking. The thought of Heath putting her over his knee and spanking her bare behind distracted her and she writhed on the vinyl-covered seat, pressing her thighs together against the feeling of need centred between them. She’d heard the rumours about Heath, rumours that he liked to see his women restrained and submissive and since she was wearing cuffs and a ball-gag, she guessed they must be true. It was no surprise, though, because somewhere deep inside she’d always known the rumours must be true.
Even as a naïve 18-year-old she had known, but instead of frightening her, the rumours had increased the attraction she had for Heath. But acting on that attraction had led to disaster five years ago. He’d walked and she’d never found out why. It had taken her ages to get past that, then she’d tried to explore her needs on her own.
Now she had a serious decision to make. Could she handle Heath’s demands and, more to the point, did she want to?
A couple of years ago the answer would have been simple; five months ago the answer would have been simple, but in the weeks before her birthday she had decided she needed to give up on her dreams. She wanted a lasting relationship, picket fence, children and all the rest, even if it meant vanilla for ever.
Heath wasn’t the man for that. He’d made it clear five years ago by leaving her with no explanation.
After trying for so long to entice him she’d finally accepted that he wasn’t for her and this birthday she was moving on. Moving into a vanilla world with no place in it for dreams of Heath.
Lexi was still considering this when Heath pulled up outside his home. He owned an old Victorian house with a large garden, but Lexi hardly had time to appreciate it as she was hustled through the front door, down a hall and into the basement.
She balked just inside the door to the room, her eyes wide as she absorbed the furnishings. Oh my …
One wall was given over to a variety of floggers, canes, and crops. Just the sight of them melted her knees and she grew slick with moisture. Behind her, she was aware of Heath undoing the gag. She worked the kinks out of her jaw while he unlocked her cuffs and turned her to face him.
‘Choose, Lexi. If you want to stay, undress and bend over that bench. Submit to me. If you don’t want to do that say so now and I’ll take you back to the bar and back to your date.’
Lexi didn’t want to go back to the bar. The difference between Lewis and Heath was the difference between a spaniel and a wolf. And she wanted the wolf. She had dreamt of Heath for so long and here he was making demands, demands that she wanted to surrender to, so there was no way she was running scared, although that was exactly what a part of her was screaming she should do.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is a collection of five erotic short stories by various authors. The sexual scenarios covered in the stories vary quite widely; there's bondage, exhibitionism, young woman-older man, group sex, and more. All stories are highly erotic, but tastefully so. If you read one before going to sleep, you should have no problem conjuring up some entertaining dreams -- so this anthology will keep you satisfied for about a week!