A collection of five erotic stories with mixed Valentines themes including threesome, bdsm and partner swapping.
Better Than Chocolate by Amelia Thornton
The last thing she wants after a tedious Valentine’s Day in the office is a boring old box of chocolates. Luckily, her boyfriend, Aaron, doesn’t disappoint her. His present to her is a muscular stud tied up with red ribbon, and the threeway fun begins as soon as she unwraps him.
The Stocks by Roger Frank Selby
The main prop in the school play is a set of stocks – the perfect challenge to create for a woodwork teacher with an inventively dominant streak. Miss Curzon is surprisingly eager to be the model in their construction, especially once she’s seen the drawings of how she would look in them, naked and helpless. Will the reality of being restrained prove just as much of a turn-on as the fantasy?
E620 by Lucy Felthouse
Sometimes, the best way to get through a boring lecture is to entertain yourself with a spicy fantasy. This erotica-writing student has a vivid imagination and a lust for her fellow student, Karl, and when the two combine, the result is sizzling sex in the classroom.
Crush by Primula Bond
Her naked portrait might adorn the gallery walls, looking wanton and available, but Polly is as sweet and innocent as they come. Her boss, Giles, is throwing a party and wants her to help out. With the aid of a classy makeover, Polly hopes to finally make Giles notice her, and ensure her first time is one she’ll never forget.
A Weekend Retreat by Izzy French
Their weekend in the country has been building to the point where these four old friends will finally act on their unspoken desire for each other. What begins as a simple game of strip poker turns into a night of breathtaking passion and excitement as partners are swapped and all inhibitions are released.
These stories have also been published in Sex, Love and Valentines ISBN 9781907016103
For the first time, my Valentine’s present spoke, sounding almost shy, which just made him seem all the more endearing.
“Er, yeah … nice to meet you,” he said with a sheepish grin. “I hope I made for a good surprise?”
“Well you could say that!” I laughed, stepping closer to him, reaching for the ends of the ribbon, and releasing them with a tug. “I’ve not had anything quite so enticing to unwrap before, that’s for certain …”
His sharp blue eyes met mine with a teasing glint. “Well, for the next 3 hours, I’m all yours … so I hope I can do more for you than just get unwrapped?”
I barely had time to cringe at the cheesiness of his line before his soft lips were on mine, pressing gently at first, tentatively almost, until my tongue slipped into his mouth and he began to respond more intensely, biting on my lower lip, his strong hands gripping my hair, a tiny whimper escaping from my mouth as his teeth teasingly clamped down on my tongue. There was something strangely exciting about kissing a man who wasn’t Aaron, the different feeling of his mouth, the rush of adrenaline of someone new. Yet this was nothing compared to the knowledge that he was standing right there, watching me, his eyes darting all over my body, drinking in the sight of another man’s lips on mine.
I pulled away from Dylan just long enough to glance over at Aaron, his cock straining against his jeans, a wicked grin on his face, his hand gently rubbing the bulging denim, moving nearer and nearer to us. He wanted this as much as I did. With Dylan’s lips hungrily caressing my neck, I pulled Aaron towards me, my tongue instantly in his mouth, his kisses just as passionate back. Like a tangled mess of limbs, we fell back on the sofa, Dylan’s hands running across the swell of my breasts beneath my tight black sweater, Aaron’s caressing the length of my leg, encased in shiny black stockings, gently lifting my skirt to expose the glimpse of pale thigh above them. As he slipped it back down over my legs to reveal my deep burgundy suspender belt and panties, I was suddenly very glad I had bothered to put decent lingerie on after all …
His fingers inched further up my thigh towards the damp lace of my panties, my breath quickening as his thumb pushed aside the flimsy fabric, moving towards the slick wetness of my opening. Gasping, I felt two fingers pushed roughly inside me, curving around immediately to hit my g-spot as Dylan pulled my legs further apart. Aaron’s strong hand thrust deeper inside me, hitting me just right to make me moan each time, as Dylan pulled my sweater above my breasts, revealing the firm curves of my cleavage, framed by deep burgundy lace. My nipples were teased to responsive erectness beneath his fingertips, his tongue wetly fucking my ear as Aaron continued to massage my g-spot, his thumb curling around my throbbing clit and rubbing in a circular rhythm just the way he knew would drive me crazy as his mouth found my other nipple and began to suck.
“God … yeah … don’t … stop …” I managed to stammer, as the intensity began to agonisingly build, my whole body alive with sensation as two sets of hands and mouths continued to pleasure me, until finally I felt myself come crashing over the edge, my muscles rippling tightly around Aaron’s fingers as orgasm engulfed me.
Panting, I lay there recovering as the familiar glow began to subside, both men grinning at each other like they had just discovered some exciting new trick. Neither even needed to speak as they leaned right across me, hungrily grabbing for each other, their tongues darting inside each other’s mouths, two hardened cocks begging for release. Dylan reached for Aaron’s flies, frantically tugging the jeans off as Aaron yanked his T-shirt over his head, Dylan’s hands deftly pulling Aaron’s straining cock from his boxers. I watched, entranced, as this strange young man began to play with my boyfriend’s rock-hard cock, his fist tightly gripping the shaft, his free hand caressing his balls. I soon forgot all about my fading orgasm as Aaron slipped Dylan’s snug black briefs to the floor, revealing his short, thick cock and tight balls, and dropped to his knees, his lips closing over the throbbing head. Dylan’s fingers gripped his hair as Aaron’s mouth worked on his cock, saliva running the length of his as he took it deeper and deeper, my eyes never leaving the sight of the mouth that kissed me goodnight sucking cock on the floor of his lounge.