Sex and seduction 2022

By Danniel Silva

Sex and seduction: a collection of twenty erotic stories

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bibliomundi
• Release date: Jun 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781526058591

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Table of Contents

Contents

Coming Soon

King Dong

The First Deadly Sin

The Tie Breaker

Library Rendezvous

Mother Knows Best

Changing Objectives

Don’t Quote Me

I Say His Name Out Loud

Choices

Flash Flood

Well Suited

Bananaz

Crazy Has A Name

Murder, Whores And Money

Getting Waxed

Night Of The Bear

Personal Enquiries

Test Drive

Much Ado (About Nothing)

Contents

Coming Soon

Elizabeth Cage

1

King Dong

Landon Dixon

9

The First Deadly Sin

Gwen Masters

17

The Tie Breaker

Phoebe Grafton

29

Library Rendezvous

N. Vasco

41

Mother Knows Best

Landon Dixon

53

Changing Objectives

Jeremy Edwards

67

Don’t Quote Me

Lynne Jamneck

77

I Say His Name Out Loud

Adrie Santos

83

Choices

Kate Franklin

89

Flash Flood

Lynn Lake

103

Well Suited

Jordana Winters

115

Bananaz

Dee Dawning

123

Crazy Has A Name

Gwen Masters

139

Murder, Whores And Money

Teresa Joseph

145

Getting Waxed

Jade Taylor

155

Night Of The Bear

Garrett Calcaterra

165

Personal Enquiries

J. Carron

183

Test Drive

Roxanne Sinclair

195

Much Ado (About Nothing)

Sue Williams

205

Coming Soon

by Elizabeth Cage

I checked my watch for the seventh time in as many minutes. Face it, Mel, I told myself, he isn’t going to show.

I was hovering in the foyer of the local multiplex cinema, in my short skirt, denim halter-neck top and strappy high heel fuck-me sandals, looking like a woman who had been stood up by her date. Which I was.

I flipped open my mobile, telling myself that maybe I hadn’t heard it ring when he called to leave a message for me, which he must have done, if he’d had to cancel. If some kind of emergency had occurred. But there were no messages.

I’d met Bill at a Pilates class. He was the only guy in a group of ten women, so he kind of stuck out, so to speak. I was impressed that he was brave enough to join an all-female class – and by his physique. He had a really toned body and I liked watching his muscles when we did the press-ups, imagining that I was spread out on the exercise mat beneath him as he lowered himself down on strong arms and then, with a grunt, pushed back up.

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I decided to chat him up after the class, we went for a drink, hit it off and then went back to his place for a great sex session.

Initially, it was passionate, steamy, animal fucking. He had tremendous stamina and I loved feeling his big hard cock pumping inside me. But he also liked to tease, thrusting, filling me, while I gripped with my (greatly improved from Pilates) pelvic muscles, and then he would raise himself up, taking all his weight off me and slowly, carefully, pull out of my slippery, aching pussy until just the glistening tip of his wonderful cock was barely touching my wet gash.

He’d stay like that until I begged him to fill me again, my arms and legs wrapping around his waist, his back, desperate to be fucked. It was torture, but exquisite torture, and he would bring me to a point where I couldn’t stop myself coming, repeatedly, at which point he gave me a huge, smug grin before shooting his load with a cry like an injured wolf.

I felt smug, too, at landing such a great lover, ignoring several of my mates’ warnings that he had a bit of a reputation as a user.

‘Hey, he can use me all he likes,’ I responded, remembering those great orgasms.

We’d been out twice since then – once to a club, another time to a wine bar. I didn’t know if it was going to go anywhere, but the sex was so good I really didn’t care: as long as I got my fix.

Bill only came to a few of the Pilates classes, said he never really stuck at anything; just liked to sample different things. I should have realized that included people.

I glanced at the crowds filing past me to the box office.

It was Saturday night and this was a popular movie. And, 2

of course, just to rub salt into the wound, the audience was mostly couples

The film was due to start in five minutes. I had a choice. I could go home, feeling sorry for myself, and get drunk. Or call a friend, and get drunk. Then again, I could always go in and see the film on my own.

It wasn’t something I’d ever done before. I imagined I’d feel self-conscious, like when you’re in a restaurant eating alone. In which case, I always took a prop, like a book or my laptop. I’d picked up the cinema’s free Coming Attractions magazine but I’d read that twice just waiting for Bill.

Why was I so hung up about seeing a film alone? God, I was a grown-up woman. I’d suggested we come to the cinema because I really wanted to see this film. I’d been looking forward to it (and the sex which would have followed). Of course, I could always wait until it came out on DVD, I supposed. Relieve my frustration with my favourite vibrator.

I watched as the last of the queue dwindled and people disappeared into Screen 1, the really huge screen with Dolby surround sound. It would have been fun. Damn it, I wanted to see whether Uma did get to kill Bill. I almost laughed at the irony. Because right now, I felt like killing him myself. And the idea of seeing Uma kick male ass really appealed.

‘One, please,’ I said, thrusting a ten pound note at the bored-looking teenager in the box office. Probably doing a weekend job while he was finishing his A-levels at school.

‘We only have a few seats left. Where do you want to sit?’

I wanted to sneak in and sit at the back, unnoticed.

When I was sixteen, you could sit where you liked in the cinema and preferably at the back with your mates so you 3

could mess about, and have a snog and a fumble. I hated having to choose my preferred position from a computer screen.

‘What about in the middle of this row?’ he suggested.

The lights had already gone down when another teenager with a uniform shone a torch at row F and I had to ask people to get up, as I stumbled and pushed against them. I felt like they were all staring at me, and a few muttered, irritated that I’d left it so late. I kept whispering

‘Sorry’ until, finally, I got to my seat.

I glanced either side of me. I was between a girl snuggled up to her boyfriend, her tousled blonde head resting blissfully on his shoulder, and a guy in a light coloured shirt and dark jeans.

Trying not to fidget unduly and further annoy those who were already comfortably settled, I sat down and discreetly adjusted my skirt. There wasn’t a lot of room