A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes.
Exactly the Same by Jordana Winters
Jorja’s stuck in a dead-end job at the safety plant, and the endless leering attention she gets from the men she works with doesn’t help. Things start to look up when sexy rocker Brad arrives at the plant. He seems to be really into her, but is he like all the others, simply interested in the thrill of the chase?
Manners and The Angel by Sue Williams
A strange man singing in her shower is one thing, but when that man turns out to be a handsome angel, sent to earth to learn human ways, what can she do but give him the benefit of her time spent as a charm school teacher? He proves a surprisingly fast learner, especially when the lessons turn to the art of love.
Extra Nude by DJ Kirkby
Sean has a treat waiting for Emille when she gets home from work – a scented, candlelit bath for the two of them to share. Slipping into the water, she realises she needs to shave her legs. As she reaches for the razor, she’s struck with the urge to shave her most intimate places, too, and learn what it’s like to have sex extra nude.
Advice for the Horny Traveller by Sally Quilford
The best way to get over finding your man in bed with someone else is to jet off to the sun for some naughty solo fun. Just don’t let your vibrator go off in your hand luggage by mistake. And if it’s destroyed by the bomb squad as a result, make sure there’s a hot customs officer available to provide you with a replacement...
Fellow Lawyers by Eva Hore
At the law firm, Melissa is expected to be one of the boys, even if that involves joining them on a visit to a strip club. Only trouble is, all that voluptuous female flesh starts turning her on, and when she’s dared to get up and perform, she can’t resist slipping into a schoolgirl outfit, mask and wig and strutting on stage to bare all.
These stories have also been published in Ultimate Sex ISBN 9781908006554
For their first date they went mini putting, then drinks, then grabbed coffees and walked along the waterfront. She was smitten, and so she was in unfamiliar territory with him. She was sexually attracted to him in a way that was bordering on ridiculous. Yet she was emotionally attracted equally as much. Everything about him was new, fresh and felt so very nice.
On their second date they went out for dinner. On their third, they rented movies on a rainy Friday evening and lay together on her couch, slowly inching their way closer to each other as the movie progressed. Brad made the first move by grabbing her hand and pulling her close to him. She lay with her head on his lap as his fingers moved lightly through her hair and his fingertips traced over her skin. It felt comfortable, natural and so good.
‘I better go. It’s late. I’ll fall asleep soon,’ he said long after the movie finished, and they lay wrapped up in each other.
‘Stay,’ she said, without thinking about it.
‘Yup. I’m sure I have an extra toothbrush somewhere. Stay,’ she said, grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
She was in bed before him, already snuggled under the blankets when he came into her room shirtless.
‘Delicious,’ she said under her breath.
He’d told her he had tattoos on his back. She could see what appeared to be the beginning of a piece that started on his collarbone and disappeared around his back. She got up on her knees, spun him around and studied his canvas.
‘Very nice,’ she purred as she traced the lines of his artwork with her fingertips.
Then she grabbed him tightly around his waist and pulled him down on the bed with her. They rolled around and wrestled, him attempting to pin her down and her squirming out of reach.
‘You’re pretty strong for a little girl.’
‘Little girl? Fucker!’
They rolled over again. He laid the weight of his body down on her.
‘Little girl compared to me. Right now, you’re my little girl.’
And then he kissed her. He’d kissed her before – briefly – on the cheek, a quick goodbye kiss. This though – this was a real kiss – one she’d been lusting after. His lips were soft and teasing, giving her just a little, then pulling away.
‘Are you going to behave yourself?’ she purred.
‘No,’ he answered quietly as his head moved past her neck, his hand massaged her tit, pushed her tiny shirt up around her neck, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth. ‘Probably not.’
And so it began. Her fingers ran through his hair and her nails over his back as his hand grabbed at one breast, his mouth at another. His free hand snaked down her belly to her sex.