YANK
David has been brightening up
his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in his parents'
shed, but when he finds that their American foreign exchange student, Dawn, has
discovered his magazines, things really begin to heat up. David's parents
insist that he look for a job, but Dawn has the week off and is determined to
work on her tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by their
seductive foreign exchange student, who makes it very clear what she wants. In
spite of the Study Abroad program's policy that no "relations" are
allowed between a student and anyone in their host family--not to mention
David's mother's insistence that they treat each other as "brother and
sister,"--Dawn's teasing ways slowly break down the barrier between them
until they both give in to their lust. But what are they going to do about the
feelings that have developed between them in the meantime?
NOTE: This story appeared in another book
titled NAUGHTY BITS. Previously titled Foreign Exchange, this is a slightly
less naughty, but no less sexy re-telling--updated and redressed for your
reading pleasure.
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"David?"
I woke
up with a grunt, hearing my name being hissed from beside the bed. It was dark,
but I could make out her outline in the moonlight coming through the window.
She was on her hands and knees, crawling toward me.
"Dawn?"
I felt her find the bed with a thud.
"Ow."
She whimpered.
"Christ!"
I reached for her, groping in the dark. My hand found her arm, helping her up
into the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Ta,"
she said, thanking me. I could smell the alcohol on her now. "It's a long
way when you're legless."
"Shhhh!"
I looked toward my door. I was listening for my Mum or Dad but didn't hear
them. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
"That's
where I am." She crawled up against me in the dark and pressed me down,
snuggling up against my bare chest. "Hey, you sleep naked! When did you
start that?"
"Since
I was fourteen," I whispered. "Keep your voice down, Dawn."
"I
am." She kissed my shoulder. "You feel good."
"Okay."
I tried to untangle her limbs from mine. "You are pretty well lashed, and
I think this is a bad idea. C'mon, let's go."
"Noooo!"
She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She'd lost her heels
somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me,
her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. "Don't make
me go."
"I
think you'd better." I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too
tightly.
"I'll
scream," she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
"You
will not." I edged my way out from under her.
I heard
her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. What was wrong with
her? Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark
and pressing it there, hard.
"Button
it!" I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt
was riding high up and I felt her bare thighs against mine, her skin like
velvet.
"Unbutton
it," she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers
working her blouse from top to bottom between us. She pulled her shirt open,
sliding her breasts against my chest, back and forth. Her nipples were hard,
her breath hot with alcohol against my face, her hands roaming over my back.
Why was she coming onto me like this all of a sudden? I didn’t get it.
HUSSY
The
Eskimos may have over a hundred words for snow, but that doesn’t even come
close to how many words the English language has for “slut”—and Lindsey has
been called them all. “Hussy” is Lindsey’s personal favorite, given to her by
her own grandmother, who likes to pat her on the hand and whisper, “Don’t
worry, dear—a hussy is just a woman with the morals of a man.”
But
Lindsey’s not ashamed of her reputation. She knows she’s earned it—and she’s
proud of it. After all, you only live once, right? In fact, she goes out of her
way to make it known to every guy she comes in contact with, she’s available
for the taking—the rougher, the better.
That is
until Lindsey meets Lieutenant Zachary Davis, a man who refuses to treat her
like the trash she believes she really is.
But can
Lindsey change her impulsive ways and learn to value herself the way the Zach
does?
Warnings: This title contains graphic
language and extreme sexual situations as well as a girl with a slutty attitude
bigger than Texas covering a haunted past, and a sweet, hot man in uniform dead
set on rescuing her from herself.
Note to Readers: This novel was previously
released as “Falling Down.”
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“You're a very pretty girl.”
She shrugged. “Yeah? So?”
He adjusted his white hat, still meeting her
eyes. “So you don't have to do that to get attention.”
Lindsey frowned, snapping her legs together and
sitting straight up. “Do what?”
“You know what.”
“What are you all dressed up for—a parade or
something?” Lindsey squinted at him and saw he was wearing a name tag:
Lieutenant Zachary Davis.
“I'm a recruiter.”
“For what?” Lindsey snorted, looking him up and
down. Even the man's shoes were white! “The Pillsbury Dough Boy?!”
He raised an eyebrow in her direction. “The U.S.
Navy.”
“So you're... what... a sailor?”
“On a nuclear submarine, but yes.” He cocked his
head at her. “Do you have any interest in the Navy?”
She rolled her eyes. “Only if we're at war.”
“We are.”
“Yeah, well... not here we're not.”
“So what are you interested in...Lindsey?”
He'd obviously been paying attention. She leaned
forward, putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. “Sex...
Zach.”
“Is that all?”
“No...” She glanced over at the secretary, who
was rifling through papers at her desk, but clearly listening to them. “I also
like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.”
FORBIDDEN
FRUIT
Leah and Erica have been best
friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever.
Leah spends so much time with the Nolans--just Erica and her handsome father
now, since Erica's mother died--that she's practically part of the family. When
the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan's bed, their strict,
repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual
experimentation. Leah's exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself
in love for the first time, torn between her best friend and her best friend's
father.
NOTE TO READERS: This story appeared in another,
now rather infamous book of mine (UNDER MR. NOLAN'S BED). This tale, previously
titled Plaid Skirt Confessions, is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy
re-telling of those events--updated and redressed for your reading pleasure
with an ending that may leave you a little more satisfied.
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations,
lesbian sex, sex toys, and also makes mention of pornography, salmon, amusement
parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as girl scouts), plaid
skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some sacrilegious humor.
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“Did she go home?” I
whispered, conscious of Erica sleeping in the other room.
He swallowed and shook his
head. His eyes were pleading with me, trying to tell me something, but I
couldn’t understand. “No. She’s sleeping in my bed.”
“Why?” I felt tears stinging
my eyes and I willed them not to fall. “What did I do?”
He sighed, closing his eyes
and running a hand through his hair. “Oh Leah. Nothing. Everything. I don’t
know.”
“Do you really like her?” I
whispered, blinking fast and taking a step toward him. He didn’t move back, and
we were almost belly to belly. “Is she…is she what you want?”
He opened his eyes and looked
down at me, arms hanging at his sides, head down. He looked defeated. “No.”
“Then why?” I hissed, shoving
at his chest with the flat of my palm. “You asked her out again! You cooked her
dinner! You slept with her! Why?”
“I don’t know!” He shook his
head. “Why did you do what you did? Putting the magazines and videos on my bed?
Was it supposed to scare her off?”
I sighed, crossing my arms.
“That was Erica’s idea, not mine.“Erica?” He frowned.
I shrugged, acting like I
didn’t care if he believed me. “This isn’t fair.”
“No,” he admitted, moving
forward a little, lifting my chin. “It’s really not.”
“I just want to know why.” I
met his eyes. I felt my chin quivering in his hand and tried to stop it, but I
couldn’t. “Please just tell me why.”
“You want to know why?” His
eyes flashed in the dimness, moving over my face. “Fine, I’ll tell you why. For
the same reason I was sitting here at one in the morning, waiting for you.”
I stared up at him, eyes
wide.
He shook his head, looking
pained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Leah. Everywhere I go, everything I
do, there you are. I can’t get you out of my head.”
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.
“I thought…” He swallowed,
his hand moving down my neck, over my shoulder, his gaze following the curve
there. “I thought that if I moved on, I could stop this crazy thinking. This
feeling I have for you…”
“What feeling?” I pressed
against him. “Tell me.”
“Leah…” He whispered my name,
using his thumb to rub over my lips. “I took her to bed tonight, yes, I did. I
fucked her senseless, until I couldn’t see straight—” His words shot arrows
into my heart and I felt the sting of them in my chest. “And every time I
closed my eyes, I saw your face.” He pressed me back toward the counter with
the weight of his body. “It wasn’t her I was touching or kissing or fucking—it
was you, Leah. Every minute I was with her, I was wishing it was you.”
“Oh god.” I reached up and
put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine.
It was like sinking into
something dark and warm and soft, the safest place I’d ever been.
About the Author
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of
erotic romance fiction and erotica. OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD! Her writing
embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an
innovative publishing company (excessica.com). She does bellydancing and
photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds,
velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010)
and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her gay male
romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her FREE story,
Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually
to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of
over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries
are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
She can be reached on her website at selenakitt.com
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