Couples, three ways, hook-ups, masturbation that might end in death - today's sex scene is anything but boring. From a man who meets his fantasy woman for some "light bondage" to the escapades of a sex toy selling sexpert. It's all here and then some.
Sommer Marsden has assembled some of her finest. A three way with the boss from hell, a hook up that's only supposed to last one night but turns into so much more. Featuring some of the author's favorites such as: She Looked Good In Ribbons, Underpass and Pause. Lucky 13 brings you a baker's dozen of filthy tales to satisfy every naughty urge.
" Baby, this one is hot, hot, hot(a) sizzling collection of storiesfilled with all the wholesome goodness that erotica has to offer. There are ample descriptions of emotions and sensations that make the graphic sex scenes more vivid for the best vicarious joyride. There are also some unexpectedly tender and even heartwarming moments in the more romantic stories. All in all, this one is too much of a good thing and I'm giving this one two thumbs up." - MRS. GIGGLES, 90/100!
Ms. Marsden truly brings an exquisite collection of erotica to the table with Lucky 13. All thirteen stories left this reader breathless and wanting more...
" Sommer Marsden's skill as an author is in her ability to depict living breathing human beings and make them interesting, exciting and entertaining. The fact that she chooses to write in the erotic genre means that we lucky readers get to see these vibrant individuals enjoying the complexities of a passionate and carnal existence. If you enjoy well written erotica, and you want to get lucky with your choice of reading material, it's a safe bet to pick Lucky 13." - Ashley Lister, Erotica Revealed
"Lucky 13: Thirteen Tales of Getting Lucky Author Sommer Marsden is a writer I consider to be one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre, and she’s just getting started. She is one I’m watching closely. This collection is 13 of her hits, and highly recommended" - Violet Blue, author
"Soft bondage," he said, reminding her in case she had forgotten. He knew she hadn't.
Without him asking, she parted her thighs, placing each delicate ankle by the shaped curves of wood near the bottom of the rocker. He started with turquoise. Blue like her eyes. He kissed her knees and then slid the ribbon around her ankles, through the scrollwork, over the wood. Tied the ribbon slowly. He pulled out the green one, looped it under one curvy thigh and slid it through the side of the rocker. Took his time and tied it. The pink cradled her other thigh and secured her. The yellow ribbon he draped across the back of her neck. He let it hang down between her breasts, the slightly frayed ends brushing the very tops of her thighs.
"Put your hands out," he said, running the wide red ribbon through his fingers.
They sprang out instantly and her chest rose and fell swiftly with frenzied breath. West heard himself moan softly. He wasn't sure he'd actually have to touch her to get off. She was that perfect. That here. Right here with him and nothing was occupying her mind but what they were doing. He wound the ribbon around her wrists several times, pulling it tight enough that she gasped just a little. He wanted to make sure that Alyssa got what she wantedwhat she neededfrom him. West wanted to give her everything, anything she wanted.
He stared at the red encircling her wrists, binding them together. How her hands looked as if folded in prayer. It was the most erotic image he had ever seen. It embodied everything he wanted from her: trust, obedience, attentionlove?