Sommer Lovin': The Sommer Marsden Collection

By Sommer Marsden

Branching the many strands of adult fiction, this collection of wanton short stories from erotica diva Sommer Marsden is sure to suit all tastes, no matter how wicked! With any luck, Sommer Lovin' might have you a blast this season, courtesy of Sommer Marsden and House of Erotica.

The stories include:

Buckle Down
Procrastination is the perfect excuse for Edward to teach Carling a lesson. Employing his own worn leather belt to bind her bare and secure to her desk chair, he shows her that buckling down to do your work can bring some spectacular, heart-stopping rewards.

Still Life
For Marilee--who doesn't quite feel real having been wrapped in a world of physical perfection--seeing her handsome Jess with "a real girl" is the ultimate foreplay. His dalliance with a gum popping, question asking, hard fucking little blonde is just what she needs to see. And the appetizer of spying from a sea of plasticine figures helps her connect sexually with Jess on a level unlike any other.

Paradox
A gladiator movie spurs to life a brand new obsession--a fresh new need--for one couple. When Deni askes Alec to whip her, to make her hurt the way she wants--the way she craves--he's hesitant to do so. But the pleasure found in his act of dominance and her moment of ultimate trust is undeniable.

Barber Shop Girl
Confession is good for the soul. And good for the sex life as Piper finds out when she comes clean about a secret job. All her dirty daydreams come true in the Barber Shop when she admits to her long-time friend and recent crush Rob, just what she does to make money and how much of an inspiration he is to her.

A Genuine Motherfucker
Nina is a collector. She collects secrets and shame. Secrets add fuel to an erotic fire, she knows.It's only when she knows all their gory details that she can get them off, and get herself off in the process.


How He Likes Me
A pair of black leather gloves for Christmas prompts an experience Serena never would have anticipated. Enter Tom--their third, spread out beneath her, ripe for the taking. All with Charles approval as he moves in behind her, to show her just how he likes her.


More Holes Than Jeans
The Gundersons make a sexual appetizer out of some lucky girl every year on their vaction. This is news to Amy but when she shows up for casual day a the restaurant in jeans that are more holes than anything she finds out that this year she's the one on the menu.


Taking Care of Business
Small minded people drive Gabrielle insane. Like loud mouthed know-it-all Tricia who has a problem with Gabriell's humorous spanking tee. Gabrielle's mouth gets ahead of her until her handsome Leo steps in, telling her she's over the top. Turns out Gabrielle can teach Tricia a lesson about the joys of corporal punishment while she learns one of her own from a heavy-handed co-worker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jan 31, 2012
• ISBN: 9781781660270

Sommer Marsden

Sommer Marsden has been called "Erotica royalty…" (Lucy Felthouse). Her numerous erotic novels include Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit and Learning to Drown. Sommer currently writers erotica and erotic romance full-time from her east coast home. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author's work runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humour.

Book preview

1988.

Buckle Down

Edward watches me make my tea. Cut my cheese and lay out my crackers. He watches me add grapes, check the phone messages, nibble the food, wash a dish.

If you keep stalling you’ll never pass your exam, he observes.

I look up, blinking as if I am just realizing he is there. I’m fine. I’ll do fine. I’m just…

Procrastinating.

Puttering, I correct.

I’m pretty sure I’m right.

I snort but say nothing.

You need to buckle down, he says.

I blow out a huge breath and shut my eyes-count to ten. I try. I do. But I can’t. My brain is racing and I’m so afraid I’ll fuck up that I can’t even focus.

He cocks his head, watching me intently. Maybe you need incentive.

I laugh, thinking that he’s kidding. But I should know better. This is Edward. Serious to my flighty, intense to my laid back, clever to my spastic (at times). Money? I ask, being a smart-ass.

He shakes his head, still watching me.

Shoes? I ask, getting excited.

No.

What?

Go to the bathroom and then meet me at your desk, he says and then leaves the room with me wondering what the fuck he’s talking about.

I mumble to myself. I fret and I twitch and I worry, I find that when Edward is secretive I find is thrilling but a bit scary. I find him in our bedroom at the small student desk that has become my prison.

Sit, he says.

Woof.

He grins at me. Cheeky. Now sit.

I drop into the seat and wait.

Wait, sorry. Stand. He laughs at himself.

I stand and try not to complain. I want to know what the hell he’s doing. "Now take off your pants and knickers and then sit."

What! I yelp. Are you high?

He whacks me rather hard on the bottom with the ruler that he’s had secreted behind his back. Do it. Now.

My face is hot with surprise but my body goes warm and lights up from the sudden and unexpected snap of that plastic to my body. I…well…fine!

I drop my pants, my drawers and though it feels odd, I sit. His dark eyes-dark like coffee at my favourite café-are on me and he licks his lips. Edward takes his belt and binds my thighs to the chair seat. Now you stay here until I come and get you. No getting up. No excuses. Edward leans in and I can smell his cologne-something woody and spicy and with the undertones of earth and leaves in the forest. I can nearly count the dark bits of stubble pushing through his skin. He runs the blunt tip of a finger along my lower lip and says No sandwiches, no potty breaks, no new socks, no cigarettes, no candy. Sit-arse in the seat-and study.

Just considering this makes me crawly and nervous and restless. But I nod because he comes around behind me, his chest to my back, his hands finding my lap, his fingers probing my pussy. He slides a finger into me and curls it so a stab of pleasure shoots through my pelvis. And if I do that…

You get a nice reward, he says and pats my head. He chuckles darkly and kisses my hair and leaves me there. With my books and my naked legs buckled to the desk chair.

Right. Buckle down. Let’s go. I blow out a breath and steady my heart.

It only takes a moment for me to start talking to myself. You could just unbuckle yourself, Carling. He’d never know. You could pull that bit back and let it fall open and… I sigh and study the highlighted parts of my book. Who knew there were so many parts to the human body? Who knew they did so many things? Who the fuck knew that being a nurse would be so complicated?

I force myself to go still and read about insulin, the pancreas and Diabetes. It’s one of the diseases I will be tested on and I am trying hard to focus and not play with the silver buckle on the black belt. At some point my body calms and my legs stop pressing up against the restrictive leather. At some point my mind focuses. At some point I am fully involved with my studies instead of trying to figure a good excuse to get up and move around.

How goes it?

I look up to find him in the hallway, lurking like some beautiful dark shadow. I feel my nipples spike under my thin cotton pullover-he’s allowed me to keep my top on at least. I feel my pussy go wet and receptive and I wonder if I’m leaving little trails of desire on the chair.

Good, I say, shocked to find that I mean it.

Good girl.

More fluids. More eager fluttering deep in my pussy. More excited tingles and twitters in my belly. Thank you.

I’ll be back, he says and disappears.

I am left deflated, achy and determined to show Edward that I can do it. I turn back to my studies.

I’ve moved on to Lupus when he reappears and stands in the doorway, his long lean frame lounging there so that I can feel and taste my own heartbeat from my anticipation. From my wonder and speculation. I want to demand that he tell me what the hell is going on-what my