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This sexy collection from House of Erotica brings together four spicy stories of sex and hot passion by four of House of Erotica's top-selling authors!Don't miss out on this exclusive anthology of sexy short tales. The stories include When Amy Shaved by Leigh Clark, One Stormy Night by Scarlett Knight, Chrissy by Carla Croft and A Genuine Motherfucker by Sommer Marsden.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	09 mai 2013
Nombre de lectures	2
EAN13	9781782349099
Langue	English

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House of Erotica Presents
WHEN AMY SHAVED
And Other Stories

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Published in 2013 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
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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
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When Amy Shaved
Amy and I’ve been married nearly three years now. There’s one thing I really wanted her to do that she never would, which is shave her pussy. She had this whole weird feminist problem with it. Anyway, I’d sort of given up on the idea, I mentioned it a few times, got the whole “pillow down the middle of the bed, you’re a pervert, bet you wouldn’t do it for me” type response and more or less forgot about it. Then I realised she was planning a surprise for our second wedding anniversary. She was definitely up to something, so I pretended I was oblivious and went along with her suggestion that two years’ marriage meant nothing and instead of celebrating we might as well save the money and put it towards our holiday.
The thing is, it’s not like we don’t have a good sex life, because we do, but Amy likes things to be spontaneous; no planning in advance, no talking about it afterwards, and no toys and stuff. She’s just a natural girl, I suppose, but sometimes it would be great to do something really ‘out there’.
I knew as soon as I got home the night of our anniversary that it was going to be weird. To start with, she came out of the kitchen acting really cool, but I could tell she was dead excited.
“Hi, Shaun,” she said. “Go and put the TV on, dinner’s going to be a while.’
The curtains were closed and the light was off. I played along, sitting down and picking up the remote and straight off there was a post-it on the video button saying PLAY ME.
So I did.
It was a home-made video, set in our bedroom. Right away I got hard, because Amy’d never done anything like that before. The video camera must have been on a tripod because it was focused on the bed, perfectly still and the room was empty. Then Amy came into the picture, wearing her bathrobe. She seemed embarrassed and wouldn’t look into the camera and she was carrying a bowl and a towel. She spread the towel out over the end of the bed and sat down with the bowl in her hands like she was going to throw up and I thought, oh shit, this is going to be such crap, I’m going to hate it and she’s going to be totally insecure about it.
She put the bowl down, stood up and took off the bathrobe. She was only wearing a bra under it, a black bra. I could see her trimmed pubic hair, which is nearly as dark as mine, although she’s a blonde and I’ve got brown hair. She lay down on her side, with one arm supporting her head, and finally looked at the camera, which was when I realised she must have turned the viewing screen round and was making sure she could be seen properly. That gave me a jolt, the idea of her watching herself as she did whatever she was going to do.
By now I was rock hard, and when Amy sat next to me, I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her against me. Her hand went straight to my cock, through my trousers, and gave it a squeeze. Right through the rest of the show she rubbed me as if we were kids in the cinema again, groping each other.
On the video, she lifted her top leg and bent it, and then took a little pink razor out of the bowl, it was dripping soapy water, and began to shave. I have never been so fucking hard in my life, watching her on the one hand, doing that as though she was all alone, pulling her pussy lips from side to side, staring down at herself to make sure she got all the hair, and on the other hand, having her right beside me, pinching the head of my cock with her fingers and breathing in my ear.
At one point in the video she sat up and spread her legs wide, sliding her fingertips all round between her legs, as if feeling for stubble, but the camera was focused on her face and I could tell from the way she had her eyes half-closed that she was turned on. It was the way she looked when she was close to coming.
Then the real Amy took my hand, and slid it up under her skirt. Well I knew what to expect of course, but it was still such a shock, where I was used to those silky short hairs, to feel hot skin, a little bit rubbery, and to feel that she was wet too. I was so turned on, I came almost the second I was inside her. To be fair though, the second time I held on a lot longer and she came really fast too. It was the best present I’ve ever had.
She hasn’t shaved since, but I live in hope.

One Stormy Night
The rain poured in buckets, clattering against the top of the bus. Standing at the open door of the vehicle, Michelle grabbed Jeff’s hand and looked back at him with a grin.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Let’s do this,” he said with a resigned smile.
She climbed down the steps, her fingers still interlocked with Jeff’s. As soon as the cold sheets of moisture pounded down upon them, she hollered out, half a scream, half a laugh.