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Wild Days – hot new four-book erotic compilation

A compilation of four erotic stories from Emily Cantore!

Includes:
Summer Holiday
Girl Toys
Punish Him
Voyeur Dad

EXCERPT:

From Summer Holiday

“You should get yourself a… um… you know…” she continued, waving her hand in a circular fashion as if trying to elicit the answer from my mouth. I wasn’t sure what she meant, though, and sat there with a bemused expression as she tutted and whispered, “A vibrator!”
“Oh!” I said, almost slapping my forehead as I realized what she was talking about. Again I was taken aback by her confidence, talking about sex toys as if it was a common topic of conversation.
“What am I talking about, I’m sure you’ve already got one…” she persisted. I shook my head innocently and curled my bottom lip down with a cute smile.
“Really?” she said, seemingly surprised that I didn’t have one, “You should; they’re amazing!”
“Do… do you have one?” I stuttered nervously, intrigued by her sexual assurance. She nodded as her eyes widened with giddy excitement.
“Yep!” she said, popping her lips playfully as she took another sip of her drink. She stared gleefully at me as I looked back at her in disbelief. I was shocked that a girl my age would have a sex toy. Maybe I was naive, but I always thought they were used by older ladies who were more sexually experienced. I had never even considered getting one myself.
“My ex-boyfriend got it me for my 18th birthday…” she laughed, “But it turned out it was way better than him, so I dumped him!”
I bit my lip to suppress my urge to smile, but a giggle slipped out regardless.
“I’m joking, it was because we moved. I couldn’t take him with me!” she said, “I don’t know what I’d do without it!”
“Where do you keep it?” I asked, “Aren’t you afraid someone will find it?”
“Nah, I keep it in a box full of make-up and old shit. Nobody is going to risk their lives going in there!” she chortled. She saw that I was intrigued, and after supping the final dregs of her coke, she asked with a wry smile, “Do you wanna see it?”

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Punish Him – BDSM erotica

Elizabeth and Alice have just discovered the security guard in their building has been using hidden cameras to secretly record women showering, undressing, fucking …

They lure him into Alice’s apartment, handcuff him and then things get out of control …

EXCERPT:

I climbed on to the bed next to them and noticed a significant bulge in his trousers. He was obviously turned on by our rough treatment, and that gave me the confidence I needed to continue. Alice started to unbutton his black security guard jacket, eliciting a shudder from him with every pop as the sides of the material loosened around his chest. She looked a picture – her relatively tiny frame sitting on top of his stomach, her dark hair tied behind her head and wearing only a tight gym top and track suit pants. Still, she completely owned the situation, continuing to slap him every time he made a noise. After a little while he figured out who was in charge. She spread his jacket open, revealing a white vest underneath. She clicked her fingers, calling for something to cut it open like a surgeon requesting the next scalpel. I handed her a knife, which she relished in rolling over his chest before cutting the vest down the middle. The fabric tore open as the blade sliced through it, and then she discarded the knife. She placed her hands flat against his chest and ran her fingers through the forest of hair, tugging on a few strands as he winced in pain. I watched as she flicked his nipples firmly at the same time. My pussy was tingling as she tormented him, enjoying every second of the cruelty party we had set up.
I had pulled the box of goodies over to the side of the bed, making it easy to reach down to collect the implements of torture. I picked up a pair of long candle and a box of matches. He tilted his head to the side and gulped when he saw them. He knew all too well what was coming, and from the flexing inside his pants, he didn’t seem entirely resistant to the idea. I took out a couple of matches and one by one, struck them and lit the candles, extinguishing the splints of burning wood by pressing them to his skin. We both held one candle each and waved them over his head, taunting him as his gaze darted between them. It took a minute or two for the wax to melt, and as soon as a pool had formed at the top, Alice tilted hers and dripped a couple of small red droplets onto his hairy chest, prompting a series of loud, but muffled shrieks. The duct tape nearly came loose from his mouth, but she pressed it down again, forcing his head back on to the duvet. It was my turn, so I aimed my white candle sideways and poured the entire pool of hot wax out, splashing it down over his chest and nipples. He screamed again as tears formed around his eyes, and as the pain subsided he relaxed one more time. We continued to pour the wax over his chest, working our wax gradually down towards his crotch.

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Girl Toys – lesbian erotica

After a long day making business deals to sell the latest in sex toy technology, Ria just wants to unwind. She heads to the bar for a drink and meets Natalie, a gorgeous red-head relaxing after a day of sales of her own.

A few glasses of wine and Ria invites Natalie up to her room to sample all that modern technology has to offer …

EXCERPT:

“So what brings you here? Business? Pleasure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow suggestively as I finished the question.
“Hopefully both,” she said, and it was only then that I even noticed that she was wearing glasses, such was her hypnotic beauty. She removed them from her eyes and started to nibble on the ear rests, awaiting my next move. Seducing her felt like a game of sexual chess, and she was the world champion. Even with my usual prowess in this area it was a daunting task, but I had my eyes set on her. I wanted her, and something about her demeanor told me she wanted me too. I considered my next move while I took another sip of wine from my glass, allowing the warm flavor of cherries and black pepper to slide down my throat.
“Okay,” I said, trying to figure her out, “What line of business are you in?”
“Sales,” she said bluntly, but I remained silent, forcing her to continue, “I work for a cosmetics company. I’m here to secure some new contracts for my business. Your turn.”
“Me too,” I said with a mock suspicious smile, but then I realized this wasn’t the most alluring conversation, “So, how do you like the hotel?”
“It’s gorgeous, apart from the view,” she complained with frustrated shrug, “I’ve got a great view of the car park!”
“Really? I’ve got a superb view of the ocean,” I said, instantly spotting my opportunity to strike. I realized we had already finished our glasses of wine, so I poured a second.
“I love the water, the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach…” she said with a reminiscent look in her eyes.
“You know, if you want I could show you?” I offered nervously, fearing that I had single-handedly destroyed the moment. She smiled again, seeing straight through my facade, but I kept it up regardless.
“That would be nice,” she said, taking a large gulp of wine from her glass. I watched her lips wrapping around the rim as the dark red liquid poured into her mouth, followed by a single solitary drip down the side as she placed it back down on the table. Then, to my surprise I felt something brushing over my leg. I didn’t need to look down to see what it was – when I saw the naughty grin on her face; I knew it was her foot. She glided it softly up the inside of my right leg, pressing her toes into my stockings and pushing my legs apart slightly. I started to tremble slightly as she ran her toes up and down my shin, making firmer contact with each stroke that she made. I signaled my approval with a satisfied smile, staring in to her eyes as she glared right back. My clitoris was tingling even more prominently and my labia were becoming quite moist, and after a minute or two of enjoying her game of footsie, I decided to step it up a little. I reached down under the table and gripped the sides of her foot, holding it in place as I ran my fingers and thumbs around her toes. I had some experience with foot massage, having practiced it on one of my former lovers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my fingers as they rubbed over her pressure spots. She even let out an accidental groan, quickly bolting upright and clearing her throat in case anyone had noticed her state of arousal. I chuckled and she looked at me.
“So, how about that view?” I said, repeating my earlier offer.

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Summer Holiday – lesbian erotica

Emma is suffering through a very boring summer break from college when her new neighbors move in … with their gorgeous daughter Caitlin. A meeting next to the pool leads a shy Emma upstairs to Caitlin’s bedroom and suddenly the summer holidays becomes a lot more interesting …

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Double Up – eight erotic stories

A compilation of compilations!

Double Up features eight incredibly hot Emily Cantore erotic stories:

Blind Date
Going Down
The Professor
Night Visit
Good Cop
Fire Man
The Actor
Oiled Down

From The Professor:

“Shit!” he said, and then started to slap the side of the machine. I was incredibly tense and on edge already, and was desperate to get home for some sexual relief, but when he began to hit that projector it relit the fire inside me. Somehow my aroused state was blurring the lines between innocent and depraved activity, and in my mind he wasn’t hitting the projector – he was spanking it. He struck it a few times, each time giving me a jolt of sexual electricity. He looked up at me as I glared fixatedly at the projector. I shook the thought from my mind as he asked, “What’s the matter?”
His smile told me he knew exactly what the matter was, but he continued to act confused. My pussy was throbbing by this point, and I was about to turn and run for the door when he brushed past his chair, knocking his jacket off the back and onto the dusty floor. He picked it up and held it in front of him as he surveyed the damage.
“Argh!” he groaned as he looked at me again with that wry grin. He walked over to the chalk board and picked up a long ruler, and holding the jacket at arm’s length he struck it. He knew exactly what I was feeling, and with each lash he gave the coat I jumped nervously, my arms trembling with anxiety. He hit it a few more times until I yelled out “Stop!”
On the one hand I would have happily died at that moment, but on the other hand I was more turned on than at any other time in my life. My breath was quivering as he walked over and stood next to me.
“It’s completely natural, you know. What you’re feeling… I know other people who are the same way,” he explained, although it didn’t soften my nerves much at all. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and guided me over to the large desk at the front. I was like putty in his hands, following without even noticing. I stood at the front, looking up at the seats as I leaned against the desk. He disappeared behind me and then I heard a loud crack that echoed off the walls and around the room. I jumped out of my skin as the sharp thrash of the ruler struck my ass cheeks, sending a fresh trickle of juices to my vagina. I was stunned and unable to turn around, but he waited for some sort of reaction. I looked back at him with my mouth gaping wide open. A smile began to creep across my lips as I realized the possibilities that were on offer. This was everything I could possibly want!
“Again” I whispered, clawing hold of the ridges in the desk as he raised his arm for another swing. He lashed it over my cheeks again, sending a wave of pain over my body. My nails dug into the wood as he whipped me with it again and again, getting harder with each strike. My clitoris was firming up as I tried to contain my pleasure, but the occasional yelp slipped out. I bent over the desk, assuming the position as he whipped me with the ruler. My ass stuck out behind me, giving him a perfect target to strike.

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