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This new Xcite Books collection of sensational, sexy stories will arouse, excite and, occasionally, even shock you. A stunning selection of eight delicious stories from our best-selling authors including K D Grace, Antonia Adams and Landon Dixon.
Silk Ties by Dominic Santi
Living next door to Maureen is sweet torment for a breast man. She has everything he wants, but she’s married to a man who doesn’t give her the satisfaction she craves. When her husband goes away on business, will he be able to resist the temptation of Maureen and her games of bondage and breast worship?
Shaming Mrs Sloan by Alanna Appleton
When Evelyn Sloan is summoned by her late husband’s solicitors, she expects to hear about money and property. But Edward loved his wife enough to leave an unusual codicil to his will, non-compliance with which will lose Evelyn the house and the money. While he lived, he had never been able to cure Evelyn of her superior, haughty manner and disregard for others, but his final bequest is a spanking at the hands of his driver and close friend, Connor Mackie – a man Evelyn regards as attractive, but a mere servant. Will a severe, humiliating spanking change her ways?
Reunion by Kate J Cameron
A Houston attorney’s business trip turns into an exotic, erotic weekend in the lap of luxury in the Middle East. Emily Wallace’s boyfriend gets a weekend pass from his duties as a Naval officer on deployment in Iraq, and surprises her on her getaway to Abu Dhabi and in one of the most luxurious hotels in the world. After six months apart, they cannot wait to get reacquainted with each other in the most intimate of ways.
Tied Up In Knots by Antonia Adams
When Will wakes up to find he is naked and tied to his own bed, with no memory of getting there, he suspects it’s his jealous girlfriend’s idea of revenge. Earlier he let it slip that he quite fancied her best friend. He also remembers her saying her favourite fantasy is to tie him up, but what else does she have in store for him? Quite a lot it seems!
Belly Dance by Landon Dixon
Vi Voom was pregnant, according to her husband, Hollywood’s shortest movie tycoon, Colonel Tilson T. Pickett. And he hadn’t salted her eggs, because his lil’ pardner’d been limper than Hoover’s economic recovery plan the past six months. The ol’ cowpoke wanted Dick Polk to find the penetrating perpetrator, and the Tinseltown PI was up for the task, in more ways than one. Little did they both realize, though, that Polk’s poking around would uncover the deepest, darkest, dirtiest secret any sultry screen siren could dare to conceal under her filmy femme frock.
No Reservations by Alana James
A first-class spanking in standard class ... Paul loathes having to sit in standard class on the train, and feels smugly superior to everyone else in the crowded carriage. His journey really heats up, however, when he has an encounter with an older woman in the next seat. When she punishes him for bad behaviour, Paul discovers the pleasure of travelling on the much-beaten track.
Flaws by K D Grace
Love spells are the most dangerous kind of magic. Mick Denver learns the hard way when he enlists Sally Haddon, a witch who specialises in sex magic, to help him win the affections of his new co-worker, the exquisite and dangerous Darlene.
Working Late by Heidi Champa
Linda is on her way to her husband's office and she's left her panties at home. She's on her way to give herself over completely, to be used, teased and thoroughly fucked. His every wish is her command and her ultimate pleasure. Except, Linda's husband is all the way across town at a business dinner. But, her husband's handsome boss is there – waiting and willing to give her exactly what she needs.
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About the Author
Dominic Santi is a former technical editor turned rogue whose stories have appeared in many dozens of publications, including Hot Under the Collar, Surrender, Yes, Ma’am, Caught Looking, Sex and Candy, Voyeur Eyes Only: Vegas Windows, Backdoor Lover, Pleasure Me, Best American Erotica, and Red Hot Erotica. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Alana James' erotic fiction has been published in print and online by Xcite, Scarlet magazine, EveryNightErotica, and the Erotic Readers and Writers Association. She won second prize in the Erotic Review 2011 competition and her stories are featured in the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 11 and the Mammoth Book of Quick and Dirty. Alana's mother has described her erotic writing to her grandmother: 'It's porn, Nana, porn!'
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, because otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her newly released paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011.
Find K D Here:
Website: kdgrace.co.uk http://kdgrace.co.uk/
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Read an Excerpt
Our relationship started quite innocently. It was the first full day of summer, a glorious Saturday morning. The sun was shining. My cock was throbbing the way it does when I’ve ignored my morning erection and gone directly out to work in the yard. Doing yard work with an erection, delaying my satisfaction until my arousal has reached a feverish peak, is a dirty little pleasure I allow myself on days off when I want to indulge in a truly spectacular masturbatory session later on. That particular morning, I was standing at the property line between our houses, my raging hard-on hidden by the row of prize-winning rosebushes on their side of the line.
I was particularly admiring a bush filled with a riot of Maureen’s huge, full-bloomed, blood red roses. My fantasies, and my erection, were even more intense than usual. I cupped one of the blooms, leaning forward to inhale the heavy floral scent, fondling the velvety soft petals. My cock leaked into my cargo shorts as I imagined myself nuzzling Maureen’s lovely, full breasts. Would her skin feel as soft? Would she smell of roses and sunlight? Would she taste of them? My hand dropped to my crotch. My lips parted, tongue slipping out before I could stop it.
The giggle beside me had me jumping back so fast I almost tripped.
‘I must say, I don’t think anyone has ever paid such a compliment to my roses!’
Oh, God! Maureen was standing at the far end of the bush, wearing a blood red sundress the colour of her roses. The bodice fit so tightly I could see where the lacy cups of her demi-bra ended just below her nipples. The long, thick tips jutted out into the silky fabric, straining as desperately for touch, I was certain, as my own throbbing cock.
I’d admired her from afar. Our friendship, such as it was, was merely that of neighbours. We were neighbourly acquaintances, nothing more. I forced my gaze back to her eyes, willed my hand from my cock as I stammered out a horrified apology.
‘I’m sorry! I – ’
She was smiling, but there was something else in her face as well. Her eyes dropped to my crotch, then back to my face. She slowly ran her hands up the front of her dress, cupping her breasts, her fingers stopping just below her nipples.
‘Lick your lips,’ she said quietly. I obeyed without thinking, and as I did, she pinched those glorious tips.
I could no more have stopped my orgasm that I could have stopped breathing. I kneaded my crotch, groaning as rivers of come soaked my shorts and I fought to keep to my feet.
A half hour later, I was kneeling naked on throw pillows on the floor of Maureen’s guest room boudoir. She’d used her husband’s designer silk ties to secure my wrists firmly behind my back. My ankles, spread wide enough for comfort and balance, were tied to the feet of the four-poster bed.
That first time, she would only let me watch, would only listen to me praising her body while she lifted her skirt, kicked off her sandals and panties, and fingered herself to orgasm. She pulled down the top of her sundress and opened the front of her bra, tugged futilely on her nipples, whimpering in frustration while I told her how much I wanted to run my tongue all over her beautiful, creamy breasts. I wanted to lave her huge, dusky nipples until they reached out to me, stiff and yearning. Then I wanted to draw her nipple into my mouth. I wanted to suckle her, tenderly but persistently, until she was so sensitive she gasped and squirmed each time I so much as brushed my lips over a nipple – until my loving attention had both nipples so exquisitely bruised she screamed when she came.