Wild Days

By Emily Cantore

Wild Days
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A compilation of four very explicit hot short stories from Emily Cantore. 22000+ words.
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Summer Holiday
Emma is suffering through a very boring summer break from college when her new neighbors move in ... with their gorgeous daughter Caitlin. A meeting next to the pool leads a shy Emma upstairs to Caitlin's bedroom and suddenly the summer holidays becomes a lot more interesting...

Featuring two sexy girls, a vibrator and an afternoon in bed. 5400+ words, contains very adult lesbian scenes and all kinds of explicit situations.
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Girl Toys
After a long day making business deals to sell the latest in sex toy technology, Ria just wants to unwind. She heads to the bar for a drink and meets Natalie, a gorgeous red-head relaxing after a day of sales of her own.

A few glasses of wine and Ria invites Natalie up to her room to sample all that modern technology has to offer ...

Features explicit lesbian sex, vibrators, vibrating eggs and two girls doing some very naughty things. 5300+ words.
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Punish Him
Elizabeth and Alice have just discovered the security guard in their building has been using hidden cameras to secretly record women showering, undressing ...

They lure him into Alice's apartment, handcuff him and then things get out of control ...

Featuring threesomes, strap-on sex, video cameras, bondage, whipping, melting candle wax and two girls teaching a security guard a lesson he won't soon forget. 5500+ words.
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Voyeur Dad
Dad's new wife has a hotter-than-hot daughter, Mia, a college student. When he finds her phone and some very explicit photos and videos he can't help but to fantasize about her.

When she comes home early one day and he catches her using her vibrator, his most explicit fantasies start to come true ...
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Cantore
• Release date: Apr 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476388106

Emily Cantore

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction ... except when they're not.

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Wild Days

Contents

Summer Holiday

Girl Toys

Punish Him

Voyeur Dad

Published by Emily Cantore at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Emily Cantore. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Summer Holiday

Emily Cantore

Copyright 2012 Emily Cantore. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

Emily Cantore

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Summer Holiday

My summers growing up were usually quite dull affairs. Although I lived a privileged lifestyle in the wealthy suburbs with my parents, there was rarely anything to do beyond watching TV or playing in the pool, which got old really fast. Growing up I had a small group of close friends, with whom I would regularly play dress-up in my room or one of theirs, or we would spend countless hours planning our weddings, specifying every detail down to the precise date. It was fun, but not nearly enough to stretch out the month and half we would spend out of school for the holidays. As I grew older, the problem simply worsened with even the appeal of such childish pursuits waning as I became interested in the allure of boys. With my long, shiny blonde hair and ample, but perky tits, I was pretty enough to attract my fair share of male attention and even indulged in a few drunken fumbles whenever I was able to slip out of my room in the middle of the night. My experiences in sex left me wanting, though, and I could never quite put my finger on precisely what it was that my sex life was missing. That was, however, until the summer before I left for college.

I had turned 18 just a month or so earlier and was busy reading up on some preparatory literature in my bedroom. I heard the rumble of vans pulling up outside the house, and walked into my parents’ bedroom to look of the window. I could see the vans and a bunch of guys in matching uniforms climbing out. I realized who they were immediately – the house next door had been empty for a while, and as a car pulled up and a family got out, it was obvious that they were to be our new neighbors. As I peered down at them through the net curtains, I could see two adults, a young boy in his early teens, and a girl who seemed to be roughly the same age as me. She was incredibly pretty, or at least she seemed to be as I glimpsed her briefly as she disappeared behind the branches of the large apple tree in our front garden. She had long, jet black hair and the top she was wearing made it look like she had perfectly round, juicy breasts. A slight feeling of jealousy ran through my veins as I watched her, immediately deciding she was my enemy, even though I knew I would be moving out come autumn. I watched them disappear into the house and thought no more of it, going back to my room to continue studying for the rest of the afternoon.

A few days later I was out in the back garden taking a well-earned break from my boring text-book. My parents were both at work, so I had the house entirely to myself, and I had taken the opportunity to sneak some of my dad’s vodka from his over-stocked drinks cabinet and mixed it with some ice-cold coke. The sun was beaming down on me as I lay in my green and purple flowery bikini, sprawled out on a sun lounger as I listened to the birds singing in the trees behind our house. The sky was a deep shade of blue and I basked in the warm glow as the sunlight washed over my quickly bronzing skin, camouflaging the freckles on my chest. I was enjoying myself so much that I went back inside to refill my drink twice, getting gradually tipsier as the afternoon wore on. I watched through my sunglasses as the sun slowly crept across the sky, and was debating whether or not to take a dip in the pool when I heard a voice calling over to me. I looked to my right and saw a face peering over the fence, waving and smiling cheerfully. I lowered my glasses and raised my head to look back.

Hi! came the voice again, and I realized it was the neighbor girl.

Hi there! I responded, hoping she would leave alone in peace.

I’m Caitlin... she said, and I knew she had no intention of letting me be.

Emma, I replied, nodding in her direction and smiling politely, but she continued.

I was just going to come out and soak up some rays when I saw you from my bedroom window. she said, pointing up at the back window of her house. It was obvious she wanted to join me by the pool and make friends, and being the Good Samaritan that I am, I invited her in.

Would you like to join me? I asked, hating myself more with each word that I spoke.

Yeah, sure! she chirped, and within seconds she had made her way to the adjoining gate and was walking through into our garden. As she appeared through the gap in the fence, I saw that she too was wearing a bikini, and was dismayed to see that she looked way hotter than me. It was a skimpy, navy blue two-piece that clung to her body and barely concealed her modesty. Her dark hair flowed down her back like velvety curtains obscuring her pale