Your passport to pleasure...travel on an erotic journey to new places and sexual experiences with this fabulous range of destination erotica. Feel the pulse of the city and the passion of the people without the need for a plane ticket or even leaving your own home!
Volume Two Introduction Maxim Jakubowski Shame Game Valerie Grey The Girl on the Egyptian Escalator N J Streitberger The Caesar Society Kristina Lloyd
The SEX IN THE CITY series is devoted to the unique attraction that major cities worldwide provide to lovers of all things erotic. Famous places and monuments, legendary streets and avenues, unforgettable landmarks all conjugate with our memories of loves past and present, requited and unrequited, to form a map of the heart like no other. Brief encounters, long-lasting affairs and relationships, the glimpse of a face, of hidden flesh, eyes in a crowd, everything about cities can be sexy, naughty, provocative, dangerous and exciting. Cities are not just about monuments and museums and iconic places, they are also about people at love and play in unique surroundings. With this in mind, these anthologies of erotica will imaginatively explore the secret stories of famous cities and bring them to life, by unveiling passion and love, lust and sadness, glittering flesh and sexual temptation, the art of love and a unique sense of place.
And we thought it would be a good idea to invite some of the best writers not only of erotica, but also from the mainstream and even the crime and mystery field, to offer us specially written new stories about the hidden side of some of our favourite cities, to reveal what happens behind closed doors (and sometimes even in public). And they have delivered in trumps.
The stories you are about to read cover the whole spectrum from young love to forbidden love and every sexual variation in between. Funny, harrowing, touching, sad, joyful, every human emotion is present and how could it not be when sex and the delights of love are evoked so skilfully?
‘Good, I am pleased that you wish to be a good girl. Show me one of your breasts now.’
You are shocked at her demand but why should you be? You knew she would ask this, or something similar. You glance at the privacy window dividing the limousine. It is down and the driver is looking in the rear view mirror.
Your hands shake as you lift them to the clasp holding the wrap. Your fingers are clumsy and it takes a while for you to loosen the clasp. The wrap slides off your shoulders when it is released. Your eyes fill with tears and you lift one shaking hand to the strap of your gown. Pushing it off your shoulder, you close your eyes, and then peel the top of the gown away from your left breast.
As the air touches your bare skin, goose bumps appear and your nipple becomes erect. You struggle to contain the sobs that want to burst out of you.
You slowly open your eyes and through your blurred vision you can see that she is smiling. She hands you a dainty handkerchief. You blot your eyes with it and sit with one breast bared. She nods to the front of the limousine and you cannot help but look there also. Your face flares bright red as you see the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. He grins at this unexpected show.
The drive from your miserable flat in East Finchley into West London feels like an eternity. You don’t want to look at the driver, but your eyes are drawn to him. Each time you look, his eyes are in the mirror and you know that he is enjoying the sight of your bare bosom.
Your hands have lifted and fallen so many times. You want to cover your skin, your nipple, but you know that you cannot. You cannot go against her wishes.
You clasp your hands together in your lap. Your face is still red and your eyes are moist. You are trying to keep your face expressionless: stoic.
You can feel moistness between your legs and wonder how you can be excited by this treatment. It seems so wrong to you, but your body is not responding in the same way as your mind. Your mind can feel humiliation, but your body experiences only sexual excitement.
The limousine slows and you look through the window. It stops in front of one of the nicest restaurants in South Kensington. This is your reward for this evening, for your obedience. And at least as you are in public she might not do anything to you here, or so you hope.
The limousine stops. You both wait until the driver opens the rear door. Your breast is still bare. She slips out of the limo, again with the grace of an aristocrat, and she turns to look at you. She nods her head once and you understand her completely.
