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SWEET CONFESSIONS: EROTIC FANTASIES FOR COUPLES

Please be aware that this excerpt contains sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios

Edited by Violet Blue

22 superbly written erotic stories for couples looking to spice up their bedtime reading. Violet Blue is quite simply the best in the business when it comes to erotica for couples. She edits with both a sharp eye and a knack for what lovers are looking for, with scenarios ranging from the sweet to the surprising and the tantalisingly forbidden. In SWEET CONFESSIONS, the inciting fantasies explored include spanking, exhibitionism, role-playing, three-ways and sexy adventures that arouse and inspire couples to reach new heights of passion.

Publisher: Cleis (1 July 2011)
Language English

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SILVER SCREEN - Portia Da Costa

Excerpt

Sometimes sexy games can go too far...

It's a grubby little back street cinema, and it smells grubby too. My nose wrinkles at the pungent aroma, an unsavoury potpourri that I don't really want to analyze.

Sit on the third row, on the right, in the middle of the row, he said. Precise instructions, as always. I peer into the flickering chiaroscuro gloom, my belly fluttering with nerves as I search for a vacant seat. God, I hope there aren't too many perverts in the specified area! A few, I can handle. Too many and the peril outweighs the fun.

My Harry can be a bit too much sometimes. His games are wild and his orders even wilder. But I can no sooner not obey him than stop breathing or feeling.

Trying not to draw too much attention to myself, I creep down the central aisle. My heart thunders. It's grim, grimy horrible place, but still it excites me with its miasma of sexy sleaze. I imagine unspeakable things going on down each and every row. There is an usher on duty, but he's probably far more entertained by the show in the auditorium than the one on the screen.

The shadows seem to heave with activity. Fumbling. Fingering. Fucking. All the things, or at least some of them, for which Harry has commanded me to come here.

Shifty movements circle my peripheral vision, and I thank God that the light from the screen is dim and defective so I don't have to look at anything too closely. In the muggy, flickering murk I can imagine my own world, my own cheap and nasty scenario in this cheap and nasty place.

The gasps and groans on the stuttering soundtrack don't muffle the gasps and groans from the theatre itself, and its scattered clusters of desperate patrons. Clandestine ecstasy is like a gathering vapour in the air, as strong and affecting as all the other, less salubrious odours.

I feel a clench, deep down low, at the thought of unknown bodies rocking together, their physiques far less buff and attractive than the ones on the silver screen. It's a frisson that's both sick and irresistible.

Above me, the film plays on. A couple bump and grind, buck and moan. They're infinitely more athletic and somewhat more stylish than the patrons slumped and jerking in the scummy, never cleaned seats, but I doubt that they're enjoying themselves a fraction as much as my viewing companions are. But then again, who knows?

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