Erotic, romantic, poignant and wistful, this anthology collection from Excessica authors will thrill you, touch you, and stay with you. These stories dare to explore the pleasure and pain of a lover gone, the one that got away, the forbidden affair, a true love existing on borrowed time. These are tales of passionate affairs that cannot last, but they are exquisite gems while they do. More
Erotic, romantic, poignant and wistful, this anthology collection from Excessica authors will thrill you, touch you, and stay with you. These stories dare to explore the pleasure and pain of a lover gone, the one that got away, the forbidden affair, a true love existing on borrowed time. These are tales of passionate affairs that cannot last, but they are exquisite gems while they do, and like the star that burns brightest, these stories burn fast, dazzle and smolder in the memory.
Stories included by Elliott Mabeuse, Selena Kitt, D.B. Story, J.E. Taylor, Bekki Lynn, Giselle Renarde, Erin O’Riordan, Sable Jordan, G.R. Richards, J.L. Dillard, T. Harrison and Willsin Rowe
EXCERPT from The Lighthouse:
There was no doubt that he'd be there. He had to be there. She tried the front door and it opened just as she knew it would, and she walked in to find him standing right there in the living room fresh from his shower with a towel in his hand, as if he'd been waiting for her. He looked up when she came in and she dropped her bag and he dropped his towel and then without a word they were in each other's arms, without a question or curious look, without a trace of doubt.
She bore him down. She bore him back on the strength of her own need, pushing him back onto the leather sofa and climbing on top of him, her mouth an open wound looking for healing. His hands were in her hair and then on her shirt and he pushed it up over her bare breasts and took them in his hands. She wanted to be squeezed, crushed, pierced and destroyed, and that's just what he gave her, grabbing her ass beneath her skirt and standing up, turning them both around and falling back onto the sofa so that he ended up already between her thighs.
She couldn't stop kissing him, sucking at his mouth and biting him as she felt his hands fumbling with the fly of his trousers. She raised her knees high for him and then felt his hand at her panties, gathering the fabric over her crotch and pulling it to the side.
"Hurry!" she breathed. "Hurry!"
She should have been ashamed. She should have been contrite. She should have thought of Seth, but all she could do was feel the hard, blunt dome of his cock press against her open flesh and push her resistance aside as he slid into that wet cavern. She reeled as she felt his body entering hers, and then he thrust deep and hard, pulled back, and did it again, like a fisherman setting a hook
"Oh, God!" she cried, captured and taken.