A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes.
Scrapbook Pages by Sommer Marsden
Pictures of an abandon wooden shack with its door hanging at an angle, a field of sea oats, and a flight of rickety white weathered steps, might just been seen as being artistic. But these are Jill’s favorites because of the intimate memories that it holds for her. Some pictures are worth more than a thousand words!
Spying on Audrey by Eva Hore
He’s always been hot for delicious Audrey. As her neighbor, he loves to watch her secretly through her window, yearning to touch her. One night she leaves the drapes open, and that is all the invitation he needs to go over, but what treats will he find if he peeks inside?
Watch on the Danube by Donna George Storey
Pru has always considered herself to be an enlightened traveler. But husband Adam can’t quite see the magic that enchants her, until one fateful afternoon when they come across the Baroness and her lover. Inspired by fantasy and the Great Danube River, Pru steers their evening into uncharted waters, while teaching Adam why it’s better to just go with the flow!
A Punishment to Some by Anais Nohant
D.H. is furious when he realizes that his hot little minx isn’t complying with his demands. He takes her home intent on making her learn her lesson! But punishments are gifts to some!
Backstage by Roger Frank Selby
Busty, bossy and beautiful Laura Lacey is an actress who is used to getting what she wants. And with a body like hers, she usually does! But when a silly mishap backstage puts her in a vulnerable position, only one man can help. She might need more than her acting skills to get her out of this sexy predicament!
These stories are also published in Seriously Sexy Two ISBN 9781906125868
I open my mouth to say something and he covers it with his own before I can speak. I give into the kiss, letting him thrust his tongue around and force mine into submission. Will does everything roughly. I like it that way. No tender interludes to fuck up the memories or egg on the guilt.
His fingers dig into my top and pinch my nipples. The pleasure and pain dance along my nerve endings, pooling in my groin. A fiery pulse starts in my cunt because in my mind I can see his cock. I remember yesterday. The frantic coupling in a field of sea oats and the pulse ratchets up to a thumping that is maddening.
I grab at his low slung short, push at the waistband. When I find the hard smooth flesh of his cock I stroke it. He is hot in my hands. Not hot from the sun but from blood flow and want. He breaks the kiss and bites along my throat, not hard enough to leave any marks but hard enough that he knows I will grow wet enough for him to be harsh with me.
My back scrapes against the rough wood and it flashes through my mind that someone might walk up on us. See us. Know we are here. And then that thought fades because his blunt fingers worm down into my bottoms to find the humid heat they seek. He slides two fingers into my pussy and I moan against his shoulder. He adds a third and I bite him. Hard. He doesn’t care. No one will question him later. He is single. That much I know.
‘Help me, Jill,’ he growls in my ear because the damn nylon is sticking to my skin and creating a resistance. I help him but my mouth hasn’t stopped on his shoulder. He tastes like coconut lotion and sun and salt on my tongue.
Then there we are. My bottoms slung right below my ass cheeks. That part of me stark white against the brown skin kissed by the sun. His shorts are down around his knees. He kicks them to the side and on his way to standing straight, yanks my bottoms all the way down. I step out of them.
