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Sexy Summer Stories

Volume Five

By Elizabeth Coldwell, Mariella Fairhead and Catelyn Cash

Sexy Summer Stories
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ISBN: 9781783751716
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 5th September 2013

Category: Anthology / Bundle

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Swinging in Las Vegas, threesomes overlooking the Great Barrier Reef and Mexicans pirvate parties; this selection of steamy short stories will have you traveling the world without ever leaving your sun lounger.

Only In Vegas by Elizabeth Coldwell
They'd talked about having a swinging adventure, and a lifestyle convention in Vegas seemed like the perfect place to try it out. The city seemed like nothing special in daylight, but at night – and with the help of a hot stranger – it came to life, giving them a holiday they'd never forget...

Local Delicacy by Mariella Fairhead
My husband, Luke has tried to set up threesomes several times, but there's never been a connection with the woman, an instant and powerful attraction that I just had to act on, until now that is – when I first set eyes on our diving guide, Maryse. As water dripped from her tight fitting bikini, and she cast me a sexy, sultry glance, I knew things could really happen. But it would be tonight, in a bed under the moonlight, overlooking the Great Barrier Reef, that I would get my first taste of a woman, and three in a bed.

Maya Gold by Catelyn Cash
Arya’s dream holiday in Mexico is in danger of being ruined by her friends’ drunken partying. But when she sneaks off to visit some ancient ruins she gets a glimpse of local history the guide books never mentioned – and ends up at a private party much more to her liking!

These stories first appeared in Foreign Affairs published by Xcite Books

Finding the gate where a waiter at breakfast had told her it would be, she stepped into the jungle. Although the vegetation was dense there was a clearly defined path and she followed this till she saw a small sign to the cenote leading down another, more overgrown track. And then she saw it; a beautiful shimmering pool of clear fresh water sunk deep into the surrounding rock. The jungle grew right down to the water’s edge and tangled, moss-covered vines trailed down into the water from leaning palms. Fantastically coloured parrots darted over the surface and called to each other from the trees.

Arya felt her skin prickle at the timeless beauty of the scene. Her guide book said that these magical pools had once been the only source of fresh water in the area. Legend had it they were sacred gateways to the underworld and looking over water glittering a dozen impossible shades of blue and green, Arya could believe it.

The air was steamy and humid and strangely still, despite the teeming life in the jungle around her and Arya felt her skin tingle with awareness. Or static electricity. Or magic.

Coming prepared, she had her bikini on under her clothes and after a quick look round to check she was alone, she stripped off and waded into the cool, silent water. She swam for a while, then, floating on her back, she gazed up through the tree tops, to see a family of curious spider monkeys peering back at her. And beyond them, against the blue sky, the ageless, looming presence of the Jaguar King’s pyramid.

The water was deliciously cool, a treat in the jungle heat and she swam and drifted lazily. When she was done she kicked out for a flat, high rock which overhung the water. Beneath the rock the water was almost black, suggesting it was much deeper here or maybe heralding the entrance to the underground cave system which connected many of the cenotes.

Or the entrance to the underworld as the guidebook hinted?

Smiling at the fanciful thought Arya scrambled up onto the rock and sat in the sun to dry off. It looked like even the locals were off watching the filming so after another quick look round she took of her bikini top to work on her tan. Spreading her towel she lay back and fanned her blond hair out to dry. Again her eyes were drawn to the pyramid which seemed to shimmer in the heat. Had the Jaguar King looked down from his throne to the cenote while the ancient priests made their bloodthirsty sacrifices?

Thinking of the King reminded her of his massive cock immortalised in stone and she smiled again. Hopefully he had had better things to do with any captured virgins than sacrifice them to his gods.

Keeping her face turned to the sun, Arya closed her eyes and sighed happily. This was definitely a moment to remember, to replay in her head next week when she was back at work in the midst of a Yorkshire winter.

The rock was in partial shade so the sun felt good rather than too strong and she lazily watched the world turn. Her nipples had puckered in the soft breeze and she brushed them lightly with her palms, feeling an instant, answering tingle between her legs.

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Elizabeth Coldwell

Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.

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