Hot Sex Stories Made Easy

Speedy Publishing

Description

Whether billed as romance or erotica, the main audience for sex novels is women. Why do they read them? Because often these books, from their cover art to their characters to their plots, are meant to appeal to a female demographic. They're easy to read escapism that speaks to what its audience wants, particularly those who want to experience a little bit of vicarious sex through the leads. Particularly if it's the kind of sex the reader may not have.

Sujets

• Sexualité
• sexualité
• Sexualité
• AND
• Science-fiction
• Fiction
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Daddy
• Ménage
• Suspense
• Romance
• Taboo
• Sex
• Free
• Family
• Dark
• General
• MEN
• Collection
• Love Stories
• Erotica
• Book
• BDSM
• Lesbian
• Length
• Science fiction
• Series
• Eroticism
• General officer
• Adult
• Erotic literature
• Stories
• Pregnancy
• Unlimited
• FOR
• Bundle
• Full
• Kindle

Informations

• Publié par: Speedy Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 23 juillet 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 9
• EAN13: 9781633833104
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Table of Contents
Holiday Romance Collection
Hues of Lust
Story I
Story II
Story III
A Love Poem In 24 Verses: Love Is Like You
Love Is Like A
Love Is Like B
Love Is Like C
Love Is Like D
Love Is Like E
Love Is Like F
Love Is Like G
Love Is Like H
Love Is Like I
Love Is Like J
Love Is Like K
Love Is Like L
Love Is Like M
Love Is Like N
Love Is Like O
Love Is Like P
Love Is Like Q
Love Is Like R
Love Is Like S
Love Is Like T
Love Is Like U
Love Is Like V
Love Is Like W
Love Is Like X
Love Is Like Y
Love Is Like Z
Searching For Love
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Carried Forward
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Holiday Romance Collection
 
By: K W Middleton
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Hues Of Lust
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Story I
"Would you please tell him that Sarah Powell called again? I’ll be in my office until 6 pm.
 
"Thank you." Sarah sighed as she disconnected the call.
 
Why did things have to go wrong today of all days? It was Valentine’s Day, and she was supposed to be meeting Kenneth for dinner tonight. She wasn’t able to get this last phone call completed because the man was supposedly in a meeting and had been all day. Well, it didn’t matter. She was getting out of there at 6 pm sharp and she didn’t care what Dave said.
 
Dave was her business partner and he lived to work. Even though Sarah had expressly told him that she wouldn’t be available after 6 pm tonight, she was sure he would conveniently forget. She had even written it in huge red letters on the wall calendar in both of their offices. So he had no reason to try to keep her, but it never failed to happen when she had special plans. Tonight was going to be different, though. Kenneth had hinted that it would be a very special night.
 
Sarah busied herself with tying up some loose ends for the day as she waiting for the return of her phone call. It didn’t happen and by 5:55 pm she was signing out of her computer and tidying her desk up. She had started to believe that she might actually get out of here without Dave trying to delay her just as she heard him enter the reception area of the office. With a sinking stomach, she waited for him to come into her office.
 
"Hey Sarah! You’re taking off already?" He asked.
 
"Yes, Dave. I’ve got special plans for tonight and I told you about this a month ago. If you’ll check on your calendar, you’ll see it written in huge red letters. "So yeah, I’m going."
 
"Well, did you get in touch with Bradley?"
 
"I’ve left at least 6 messages with him today to call me back, and he’s supposedly been in a meeting all day. So no, I haven’t spoken to him."
 
"Oh hey, then you can’t leave until he calls you back!" Dave protested.
 
"Yes, Dave, I can leave and I will. Nothing is going to keep me from having a great Valentine’s Day with Kenneth tonight, short of someone’s death. So if Bradley does feel led to call back, you can talk to him. I’ll see you tomorrow."
 
Sarah strolled briskly past Dave and through the reception area on her way to the door with him sputtering and stammering the entire time. She never even broke her stride as she went through the door and out into the parking area where her car was parked. As she drove away towards home, she could see that he had actually followed her to the parking lot. What an ass, she thought.
 
Exactly one hour later, Sarah was freshly showered, spoiled herself with some irresistible looking candy that tasted like heaven and dressed and ready to go.
 
That candy still looked as appealing to her in that red shiny holiday wrap as the day when she had bought it. She bought it a few days ago from that favorite gourmet shop of hers right around the corner from where she lives. The candy immediately caught her eyes and appealed to her the moment she set her eyes on that box of Valentine treats wrapped in red shiny paper with two beautiful bows around it. She did it again. She wrapped the box open and helped herself with the most delicious tasting candy that she has ever tasted.
 
In her mind her intentions with gourmet food where always good because she always had bought these scrumptious holiday gifts with her friends and her lover Kenneth in mind, but she always had ended up desiring the candy more than desiring the moment of giving the delicacy to her loved ones.
 
She did not want them to notice her weakness for candy and chocolate.
 
She always had found a creative way to get her out of this troubled situations involving food gifts because she had managed to open the gourmet gift and had eaten it herself because she had also bought a second back-up gift like she did it this time with Kenneth's Valentine gift again.
 
She had bought an elegant red pen for Kenneth. The kind that he always had told her he liked. He had told her he had to get it one day just to write her the most beautiful love poem one day.
 
She adored Kenneth for his romantic taste and justified her lack of personality with her own kind of generosity that always has helped her covering up
her real weaknesses.
 
"Damn it that box of Valentine candy was meant to be Kenneth's Valentine gift. I just can't help it. That damn candy is just stronger than my personality!"
, she said out loud in an angry tone.
 
Angry about her own lack of discipline and angry that she again had almost spoiled her Valentine's dinner with Kenneth, she had thrown the box in a drawer because she had known that this is the only kind of punishment for her. She had been looking forward to that Valentine's gourmet dinner for the whole week and ruining it like this had been out of the question.
 
She totally ignored her lack of resistance to sweets and forced herself to focus on her voluptious body that Kenneth had written love letters with chocolate paint on. She forced herself to think about what was going to happen later tonight after dinner. She hoped for her favorite chocolate body paint dessert in privacy with Kenneth. She had always enjoyed these most romantic moments when Kenneth had painted her body with warm and enjoyable chocolate body paint. He had written the most poetic love rhymes onto the most intimate places of her voluptious and sexy body. These rhymes of passion and love had always made her giggle and she had loved this romantic side of Kenneth.
 
Her pleasant thoughts about the warm body chocolate paint helped her forget the chocolate and candy reality that she was struggling with before getting dressed.
 
For tonight, she had chosen a deep red dress that accentuated her full and curvy body and cleavage. She had picked a pair of gorgeous matching red heels that showed off her round legs that Kenneth adores so much. Her light blonde curls hung in perfect symmetry to frame her face and hang down her back. Checking once more in the mirror, she was satisfied that her makeup was perfectly applied and without any traces of chocolate.
 
She added a bright red lipstick to go with the dress. Now she looked perfect and she felt good about herself because she was proud how she had
handled her weakness and had turned the situation to her advantage.
 
No sooner had she done this when her doorbell rang. Sarah opened the door to find Kenneth standing on the other side. He looked so divinely handsome in his suit and red tie. Smiling, she went into his arms for a hug and a kiss. Admonishing him to be careful of her lipstick, she kissed him once more. Grabbing her evening bag and velvet cape, she locked the door and they were off to the restaurant.
 
The place Kenneth had chosen was somewhere she had dreamed of eating for a long time, but it always seemed to be booked up on the nights that they would be able to go. She just had to admit that food really is worth all the extra pounds and Kenneth likes her body full and beautiful like it is.
 
She had no idea how Kenneth had managed this on Valentine’s Day, but she was thrilled and was looking forward to get spoiled with some tasty gourmet food by her man. The place is very popular for its pink trout caviar entrée and the shrimp lobster duo with pink champagne truffle mousse and the pink champagne souffle for dessert. "What a treat!" she squeaked out in pure delight and anticipation.
 
Once they arrived, Kenneth gave the maître d' his name and they were escorted to a private dining room. The table was set with red roses, red and white candles and a bottle of pink champagne sitting by the table.
 
The look on Sarah’s face was priceless as they were seated. A waiter came to pour the champagne and bring them their appetizers. It seemed that Kenneth had also taken care of ordering their meal. Sarah smiled as the waiter sat her pink caviar entréé in front of her. She could already tell that it was prepared to perfection.
 
Their dinner went perfectly. At one point, while they were eating, a violinist entered the room and softly played all of their favorite romantic songs. Throughout the serenaded dinner, Sarah and Kenneth kept gazing lovingly at each other. When it was time for dessert, a special pink cheesecake in one pot and the famous pink champagne soufflé in another soufflé dish to splurge some more arrived topped with ripe, red strawberries and