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Holding Out For A Hero

A collection of five erotic stories

By Elizabeth Coldwell, Eva Hore, Virginia Beech, Stephen Albrow, Avi Moskovitz and Conrad Lawrence

Holding Out For A Hero
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ISBN: 9781908086051
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 27th November 2010

Category: Anthology / Bundle, BDSM / Fetish, Contemporary, Mixed Themes

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A collection of five erotic stories with mixed, sexually explicit themes.

Holding out for a Hero by Elizabeth Coldwell

The guy blended in with the crowd at the party, but when he overhears her fantasy he is only too happy to play it out with her. Little did she know he would show her how it was really done.

Prima Voltadel Samantha by Avi Moskovitz and Conrad Lawrence

A first date turns her into something she never thought she could be. She had just been thinking that every day seemed to be the same. When the man comes into her life, she is proved that she is totally wrong.

Stocking Fetish by Eva Hore

She had always thought her flatmate was hot, but spying on her out of curiosity really made her appreciate just how hot. It’s funny that being a fly on the wall really shows you parts of people you never knew existed.

Layla Praises Cane by Virginia Beech

Whoever knew a chance meeting with a kinky thief would turn her into a sex goddess. She had to punish the naughty man for stealing from the shop she worked for.

The Motor Mechanic by Stephen Albrow

She got dressed up to deliberately tease the mechanic. She pretended she couldn’t pay him. Unfortunately she had to pay a price for her sins. Luckily the mechanic seemed completely capable of teaching her the lesson.

These stories have also been published in Whip Me ISBN 9781905170920

‘Come as your hero,’ the invitation had read. For the male guests, that was someone they had particularly admired when they were 15, judging by the outfits on display. Two Indiana Joneses, one of whom was Tony, the party’s host, and three different incarnations of Doctor Who. In addition there was Laurel and Hardy, a bloke in full Chelsea kit and someone sporting a boiler suit and ski mask who could either have been Hannibal Lecter or a particularly sadistic plumber; no one who even inspired me to go over and chat, let alone pushed my erotic buttons.
So when I saw him strut over to help himself to a plastic cup of the vodka-laden punch, I thought he had been sent especially to treat me. Very few people could do justice to the costume he had chosen, but on him it looked magnificent. He was wearing very little more than a red cloak and a tight-fitting pair of leather-look shorts. His bare arms and torso were almost indecently muscular, his tousled, dirty-blond hair fell to his shoulders and I could happily have spent all evening licking his broad thighs.
The fact he was carrying an obviously plastic sword did little to damage the illusion that he was a proud Spartan warrior, and, even if it had, I could hardly complain. My own costume, cobbled together from what was lying around at the bottom of my wardrobe, consisted of a khaki-coloured T-shirt, black shorts and hiking boots designed to give me a passing resemblance to Lara Croft. I had scraped my hair back in a ponytail, letting a couple of strands fall over my eyes, and I had a water pistol strapped to my thigh. So, if nothing else, I had the fake weaponry as an opening conversational gambit – if only I could stop weaving dirty little fantasies in my head for long enough to say hello to him.
In my mind, I was already stripped to the waist and on my knees before him, hands secured behind me, while he lazily stroked his cock and looked down on me, smiling cruelly. In moments, that cock would be in my mouth, and I would be made to suck him till he came. It would taste good, salty and male, and though I would display a measure of reluctance to be used by him in this way, in reality I would be loving every minute of it.
The realisation that he had noticed me staring snapped me out of my pleasantly filthy daydream, and I smiled sheepishly at him. ‘Sorry,’ I said, ‘I was just admiring your – er – outfit. I’m Lisa, by the way.’
‘Darren.’ I thought he was going to offer me his hand to shake. Instead, he ran it through his hair in a gesture which sent a spasm of lust through me.

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.

Eva Hore

Eva Hore’s work is seen in magazines such as Hustler, Forum, Desire, Australian Penthouse, Leg Sex, XL Magazine, Naughty Neighbors, For Women, Playgirl, Erotic T, Three Pillows and Swank Magazine. Eva has anthologies with Xcite Books in the UK, Delicate Friction, Best Lesbian Fiction 2005, Skin Deep 2, Mammoth Book of Erotic Fantasies, The Collective, Best Women’s Erotica 2006, The Perfect Valentine, After Midnight, Just Watch Me with Cleis Press, The Sexiest Soles, Misbehaviour. Gay Quickies, Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions, Reality or Fantasy with Dark Roast Press, The Long Weekend and Other Stories with No Boundaries Press, The Best of Eva Hore with JMS Books and The Big Book of Bizarro.

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