Wednesday, 31 August 2011


Have you ever looked at another couple and wondered, what if... ? Partner Swap offers twenty tantalising tales of couple that swap and share. From best friends who share more than their clothes to couples who seduce innocent bystanders for kicks; these stories are all about flicking the switch on fun and fantasy.
Partner Swap delves into the lives of lovers who dare to take the next step. In Sommer Marsden’s Intrigued an old friendship leads to new loving. A fancy dress party where anything goes is the theme for One Item or Fewer while the mistress is not all she seems in Like a Moth to a Flame.


Tuesday, 23 August 2011

My Totally Crazy Love Life by Laurindo Jones

My Totally Crazy Love Life by Laurindo Jones
  When Priscilla, aka the virgin princess, is accosted by the boss, she turns to Laurindo Jones for comfort, and Laurindo finds himself plunged up to his ears in a series of wild episodes beyond anything he’s imagined. First Priscilla receives “comfort” but not nearly as much as she wants. Then Laurindo’s foster-sister, voluptuous Laura, tells him, “You’ve been a naughty boy.” Paige, Laura’s BFF and Laurindo’s boyhood crush, adds: “Very, very naughty.” They proceed to demonstrate.

Laurindo has a knack for describing his exploits in heart-thumping, sweaty-palm detail — you’re in for a big helping of lip-smacking scorching fun. Will Laurindo get the girl? Which girl? Your pleasure is the journey as Laurindo spins this wacko and captivating tale of bonking, boinking, boffing, quickies, slowies, partials and other variations on the possibilities of love among the college boys and girls. And in case you’re wondering, yes, the story does include an evil sex cult.

Read an Excerpt and More About Laurindo Jones Here

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Chocolate Ice-Cream!

And she’s still guzzling and gobbling and I’m staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do about the dribbles running down my neck and into my hair, when finally  -  thank the lord  -  she grabs hold of little Johnny  -  who by now is hot and red and fit to burst through having had to wait so long  -  and rams him into the ice cream tub and kind of swivels it round on him and it feels like I’m being fucked by an ice-maiden  -  tight and hard and cold  -  and by now all the hair on my body is standing up on end and even my goosebumps have got goosebumps, when  -  aaaaah  -  she pulls the tub away and slides her hot mouth around my ice-lolly and sucks him warm again. And, boy, is she enjoying it  -  her tongue is going this way and that way and all over the place, into every little crack and crevice, licking out that ice cream.

From: Finger Lickin' Good. The Stiletto Heel and Other Stories.

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

The Stiletto Heel - Excerpt

He pulled up short in front of me, jerked out of his reverie, jerking me out of mine.
 ‘What the…?’ he said.
 I looked into his eyes and saw they blazed with anger.
 ‘What the hell are you doing, standing there in the dark?’ he said.
 ‘Oh do forgive me.’ My words were heavy with sarcasm. ‘I’m practising for a wet tee-shirt competition. How do you think I’ll do?’
 If the state of my nipples was anything to go by, I’d win it for sure. And from the way his gaze settled on my breasts, it was obvious he thought so too.
 ‘I just fancied getting as wet as possible tonight,’ I went on. ‘With any luck I’ll catch pneumonia and have to spend the rest of the month in bed.’
 ‘Are you crazy?’ he said, dragging his eyes away from my tits and looking at my face at last. He stared at me as if I was a mad woman. I began to feel that I was. Mad with cold. Mad with annoyance. Mad with desire.
 He wasn’t much taller than I was, but then I was wearing skyscraper heels. His face was feverish, despite the rain, his eyes flashing with irritation. I was sure that whatever he did, he would do with passion.
 ‘Of course I’m not crazy!’ I pointed to my trapped foot. ‘Can’t you see my heel is stuck in the grating? And these damned straps are impossible to undo from this angle.’
 His eyes followed my finger. ‘Oh.’
 Oh. That’s all he said. Oh.
 I tapped my uncaught foot impatiently. ‘Well, do you think you could help me get it out before I freeze to death? Or are you going to stand there staring at my feet all night?’
 First my breasts then my feet. What was he? Some kind of fetishist?
 He smiled then. Smiled and my heart flipped over. It’s not that he was handsome in any conventional way. His nose was a little larger than it should have been, his lips full and thick. And his eyelashes were far too long for a man.
 ‘Beautiful shoes,’ he said. ‘Where did you get them?’
 ‘Never mind my shopping habits,’ I snapped. ‘Just get my heel out of this drain, will you?’
 He considered me for a moment his lips pursed, then he smiled again and I melted inside. Crouching on the wet pavement he took hold of my ankle. His hands were cold and wet but they were certainly as firm as I’d fantasised.