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This raunchy collection from House of Erotica brings together four spicy tales of sensuality and naughty passion by three of House of Erotica's top-selling authors!Don't miss out on this exclusive anthology of hot short stories. The stories include Listen Hard Feel by Juliette Turrell, Herbie and Susie by Rigel Madsong and Art and Soul by Scarlett Knight.

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Erotic literature

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	26 avril 2013
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781782348559
Langue	English

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House of Erotica Presents
LISTEN HARD FEEL
And Other Stories

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Published in 2013 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © House of Erotica 2013
The right of the authors to be identified as authors of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Listen hard... Feel
By Juliette Turrell
The Pact
“Sophie. One thing I can always promise you, above the excitement and exploration, the thrills and discoveries is, that you can trust me, explicitly. You are like a rare flower to me; I won’t have you harmed in any way I can’t mend.” His eyes implored her to agree, to enter into his pact. Often self assured to the point of seeming arrogant, James had the sincerity of a slick salesman, he knew his worth and he played to his strengths. Sophie believed he meant it, she felt he respected her, he was beguiled by her openness and acceptance, her zest for exploring the world around her, to explore together. Trust? Yes, in this instant she chose to trust him, she felt he could take her places that she wanted to go. He could deliver what she desired and in return, she could satisfy his needs too. Trust was paramount.
They sat in a quiet corner, watching each other carefully in the candlelight, ignoring the other diners, discussing their lives and interests. They had been friends for so many years and only recently lovers. Over a lot of wine they discussed their fantasies, the desires and needs that excited them both. Now, in an alcohol encouraged rosy glow, James had proposed living out their fantasies.
“You know James, I’m going to love this and I know you know that; but there has to be some rules.” He groaned audibly. “Not hard ones.”
“All right, tell me.”
“Firstly, there has to be trust, no lies, no deceit, no withholding the truth...” She pursed her lips and met his eyes steadily. Serious now, he frowned.
“I have never lied to you Sophie.”
“True transparency James, it’s the only way I’m taking this ride.” He nodded. “I will however allow the element of surprise.” He grinned. She carried on. “And the things we have shared tonight, I want to be certain that we both want them...”
“Okay, how do you mean.”
“I want you to take me home and fuck me, spank me, suck me, explore me and fill me. Make me cum over and over until I’m completely satisfied and exhausted with no trace of desire or hunger remaining in my body or mind.” She smiled at him cheekily as she watched his pupils dilate, he opened his mouth as if to speak but no sound came out. “and I want you so weak and spent that the thought of more sex has you begging me to leave you be, then and only then, if these fantasies still turn us on will I know that we actually want to live them.” She laughed as he appeared to be struggling to form words “Can we do that James?”
The Ménage
Eyes closed against the silk, Sophie felt the palm of his hand stroke over her stomach and hip bone, it was cool and slightly dry and rough in places, catching on her skin as it travelled. He rested it softly on her thigh, his thumb increasing in pressure as he urged her legs a little wider apart, closely followed by his lips, kissing, tantalising, then his teeth lightly scraping at her soft flesh. She felt the gentle rocking movement of the boat as it responded to his slight movements and the flow of the river rushing under the keel. Her hand trailed lazily over the side, enjoying the cold pressure of the water on her fingers and the quiet melodic splashing at the resistance she created.
“Listen.” James had said. “Listen hard. Feel, watch for the sensations, use your senses without your sight.” A light breeze caressed her naked skin, her sundress pushed up over her stomach moved slightly in its wake. It was a pleasant feeling in the warmth of the sun which was dappled between the canopy of trees from the shore. A bird was singing somewhere close and the leaves whispered gently as his teeth and tongue traced over her lips. The sensation rippled like the water through her spine and she pushed her hips towards his face, eager for his tongue inside her. His hands took her hips and pushed her back softly murmuring,
“Now, now, baby,” he crooned soothingly. “There is no rush.” The sound vibrating against her clit, she clenched her muscles and gasped with delight. He pushed open her lips exposing her clitoris and blew lightly, holding her lips back sucking gently at her; she tried hard not to buck as the pleasure rippled through her. All sound hushed and fell away from her as she felt his fingers run smoothly through the wet from her clit to her opening and slide inside her; long cool fingers, exploring, probing, turning and pushing up, stroking her g-spot, his tongue flicking across her clit and she moaned a satisfied yet hungry roar, a guttural demand to her need that he knew well.
The boat rocked unexpectedly, her senses sharpened suddenly at its movement, the water sloshed noisily as she made to sit up her hand flying to the blindfold in panic. Strong large hands took hers and she gasped but felt James’s hand move to her chest pushing her down “Relax darling, it’s okay.” She relaxed, trusting him implicitly as he resumed his attentions, sliding his fingers skilfully inside her. The hands released her as the newcomer kissed her lips. She reached up to touch his face, her fingertips tracing the stubble across the strong square jaw of his face. His hair was short and coarse, brushing against her knuckles as she caressed his long neck, her fingertips tracing his collarbone, the slightly stiff fabric of his shirt collar suggesting rough cotton. A cool hand slipped under her dress and surrounded her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. Feather light kisses pulled at her mouth like she had never experienced before as the stranger squeezed her nipple, twisting slightly.
The boat undulated again as James moved, gripping her thighs she gasped as he entered her, swift strokes executed with familiar precision, the boat moved gently with his rhythm, splashing noisily, yet her mind was full of the soft lips tracing her jaw, the tongue exploring behind her ear. An unfamiliar voice whispered in her ear, “What is it you want?” and without hesitation she answered breathlessly “Let me suck you.” The boat rocked sideways as the stranger moved, his thumb traced her lips and she opened her mouth. A second passed before his cock brushed her lips, her tongue explored the smooth rigidity, the unfamiliarly exposed head circumcised, its hard ridge enthralled her as she sucked. His moans met her ears interspersed with James’s groans. Someone’s fingers found her clit, massaging rhythmically, her own fingers surrounding the stranger’s balls, gently teasing as he started thrusting lightly in her mouth.