25 erotic short stories from the hot and bothered mind of Emily Cantore!
More than 130,000 words of first-time lesbians, threesomes, girls experimenting, sex toys and much more. Guaranteed to warm you up and get your mind racing!
(p.s. it actually has a bonus story too!)
Contains:
Blind Date
Blind Date II: Three’s Company
Blind Date III: Happy Ending
Blind Date IV: Sex Toys
Going Down
The Professor
Night Visit
The Actor
Good Cop
Fire Man
Oiled Down
Summer Holiday
Girl Toys
Punish Him
Voyeur Dad
After Hours
Teacher Please
Girl Girl
Juno’s Appetite
Juno’s Appetite II
Juno’s Appetite III
The Librarian
Skipping Class
Photo Shoot
Three Men
Young Man
EXCERPT:
From “Blind Date”
Her long, freckled arms glistened in the moonlight, which cast a shadow between her perky breasts, emphasising their roundness. I tried not to stare, but naughty thoughts were whispering in the back of my mind. We began to talk about our exes, and as I listed mine a look of confusion crossed her face.
“So, are you bisexual, then?” she asked.
“No, I’ve always been straight.” I said, “Maybe that’s where I’ve been going wrong!”
She laughed as she tried to hide her disappointment. She was so adorable, trying to look as if it hadn’t fazed her, but she was clearly upset. I don’t know if it was because I empathised with her, or because I wanted the night to go further, but I suddenly decided to reveal a secret about my past that I had kept since I was in college.
“Well, I say always…” I said, “There was this one time in my college days…”
“What happened?” she said as the sparkle returned to her eyes.
“Well, my roommate and I got a little drunk one night and… well, we kissed.” I admitted.
She let out a burst of laughter, mocking my supposedly sordid revelation.
“Is that all?” she asked, “I was expecting something really filthy!”
I frowned and opened my mouth in pretend shock. She tried to contain her amusement, but as she looked at me again she erupted into a second giggling fit. I lifted my leg under the table and gently kicked her shin, adding “Hey! Well, I’m sorry if I can’t compete with your depraved sexual history!”
As my leg struck her she looked up and stared into my eyes as her laughter subsided. I watched her lips wrap delicately around the rim of her glass as she sipped some wine, and her gaze remained fixed on me. Her eyes lowered down to my cleavage as she lightly bit her bottom lip. I felt something brush past my leg and she threw me a sultry smile. I looked down under the table to see that she had slipped her shoe off, and her foot was resting in the air near my leg. A nervous excitement crept into my body. This was entirely new territory for me, but I had an undeniable urge to explore it. I kicked off my shoes and ran my right foot over her leg, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. The large cloth draped over the edges of the table, nearly touching the floor, so our activities were hidden from sight. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as I moved my foot gently up to her knee and then back down again. I made a few passes as we gazed longingly into each other’s eyes. My heart was racing and my hands were becoming clammy as we played footsie under the table. She placed her foot between my shins and ran it up the inside of my legs, sending a wave of goose bumps over my body. As she got to my knees she circled around the end of my inner thigh, and then pushed further towards me. I spread my legs a little wider as her foot rested on the seat between them, and placed my hand under the cloth. She pushed her toes up to my crotch and started to wiggle them around, rubbing them on my pussy. I felt the tickle of moisture forming around my labia as she pressed her toes against me, and ran my hands over the smooth skin of her ankles.
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