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The Heat in Greece

A collection of five erotic stories

Edited by Elizabeth Coldwell By Bel Anderson, Elise Hepner, Maggie Morton, Heidi Champa and Giselle Renarde

The Heat in Greece
EPUB, 61 pages ebook Online Price:
ISBN: 9781908917416
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 7th June 2012

Category: Contemporary, Mixed Themes, Romance

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An Xcite Collection of erotic short stories with mixed themes including contemporary, m/f, voyeurism, fem dom, menage, sex toys.

The Heat in Greece by Bel Anderson

‘Don’t open your eyes,’ he says softly, his Greek accent sending shivers down my spine and his hand warm but persistent in the small of my back. ‘Trust me. Do not be afraid.’ How could a girl resist? Sun, sea, sand and … a virile young Adonis who is feeling just as maddeningly sexy as I am on this scorching Greek afternoon. Recklessly, I put my trust in this husky-voiced stranger and let him lead me blindly away from the beach and into the most deliciously sensual and orgasmic experience of my life. An experience that turns out to be all my fantasies rolled into one …

By Design by Elise Hepner

The last thing Elena, a bored, hotel desk clerk, expects on a slow day at work is a salacious note commanding her to meet a stranger in his room. The anonymous “Frank” describes in detail how he wants to watch Elena get off in front of him. The erotic possibilities are dangerous ‑ and wicked. Swayed by her recent break-up and her intense need to do something interesting with her life, Elena follows orders. And what she walks into changes her sexually forever.

As You Wish by Maggie Morton

Bari has given his wife a lovely anniversary gift ‑ complete sexual power over him for one night. It will be a night full of power and sex, a night where the power she receives over her partner shows Bari’s wife everything she’s been missing until then, including the right to do as she wishes to her husband, no matter what those wishes involve. But Bari doesn’t mind giving up his power, not in the least, and maybe, just maybe, his wife won’t mind taking it from him either.

Play It Again by Heidi Champa

The only way to celebrate your divorce is with a “re-bachelorette” party, or at least that’s what her friend Tammy has convinced her. But she really isn’t having a good time, surrounded by so many happy brides-to-be reminding her of what she once had. That’s until a handsome groomsman offers to reintroduce her to the sweetest of pleasure…

Melonhead by Giselle Renarde

When you’re a guy with brown skin, you don’t make it through airport security too easily. Jai’s luggage seems to get rifled through forty times per trip and that’s why he never brings along any of his sex toys. But Jai is a planner, and he knows a warm cantaloupe is heaven. His hotel room doesn’t have a microwave, so he reluctantly takes up the receptionist’s offer to heat up the contents of his big paper bag and bring it to his room. When she arrives, she isn’t alone. Jai has two female spectators, and they aren’t about to leave without a show. 

The powerful midday sun caresses my quivering, naked flesh with expert fingers. I want to slide my legs apart on the sun lounger and feel its insistent presence there, where a gentle throb is already beginning at the thought of its burning rays penetrating my skimpy bikini. I’m glad I didn’t go to the bar with the others; there’s little enough peace on this girls’ holiday, and as for privacy … Forget it. I’ve been going crazy with frustration, my fingers desperate to slide down the newly tanned skin of my belly to tease myself into the exhausted oblivion of a mind-blowing orgasm, but with Tania sleeping fitfully in the next bed and Jen smoking out on the balcony most of the night there’s no chance of that. And the heat makes me so bloody horny.

I open my knees slightly, allowing just a little of the sun’s power to lick at my pussy. The thought of coming, here, in public, on a crowded beach, is so sexy that the gentle throb powers up a notch. I smile, my eyes tightly closed behind my sunglasses, and let my knees drop very slightly further apart.

‘Don’t open your eyes.’

The voice in my ear is husky, the Greek accent pronounced. A fingertip runs down my arm from shoulder to the fluttering pulse in my wrist, and a warm hand takes a firm hold of mine.

‘Come with me. Don’t look. Trust me.’

He takes my other hand and helps me to my feet. My heart speeds up as we stand close together, the heady scent of musk filling the corridor of hot air between us. Without opening my eyes, I can tell he is the guy who came to collect the euros for the sun beds earlier. Tall, athletically built, the muscled firmness of his body easy to make out through his T-shirt. An appreciative smile and a lingering look which I had secretly returned from behind my sunglasses. Maybe it wasn’t as secret as I thought. I didn’t think he could see my eyes.

‘Don’t open your eyes,’ he whispers again, as though reading my mind. ‘Trust me.’ A shiver of almost unbearable anticipation runs through me, stopping between my legs where the throbbing has started up again as though making up for lost time.

The sand is hot but he doesn’t let me stop for my sandals. He guides me up the three shallow steps from the beach, one hand circling my wrist and the other pressing insistently into the small of my back. My breath comes in tiny gasps that I can’t control.

‘Don’t be afraid,’ he murmurs into my ear.

‘I’m not,’ I try to say, but my voice is faint. He places a finger across my lips, sliding it lingeringly along the moist inside of my bottom lip. He tastes of sea-salt and the metallic tang of money. I want to pull his finger back and wrap my lips around it, but we’re moving again, the prickly spring of grass now caressing the sensitive soles of my feet.

Warm stone beneath my feet, some sort of shade overhead, a key turns in a lock. My stomach flips. This is real. I am going to step inside somewhere with this man. His hands are warm, his husky voice sends shivers through me; he told me not to be afraid. I keep my eyes firmly shut and am led docilely inside.

The floor is cool tiles. Air conditioning whirrs from somewhere close by, drying the sweat on my skin.

He moves away and I stand alone, exposed to the strangeness of the room. Everything is still. There are no voices, no shifting of bodies. For the first time, it occurs to me that he could have brought me here to share, to be touched, licked, kissed, and probed by other men. A tiny gasp escapes me as I realise how much the thought of that turns me on. Suddenly he’s behind me again, easing off my sunglasses. The T-shirt is gone and I can feel the warmth of his flesh. My knees start to buckle and he slips an arm around my waist. He’s completely naked, his cock already stiff, pressing into the small of my back. A gush of wetness from my aching pussy soaks my bikini bottoms.

Bel Anderson

Bel lives in the South East of England with her family. She works for a living by day and does what she loves best at night… writing! She finds writing erotica very liberating and likes to veer between erotica and her mainstream work to keep life interesting. She loves the thought of her words bringing pleasure to others.

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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.

Elise Hepner

Elise Hepner writes smutty goodness for Ellora's Cave, Xcite, Secret Cravings Publishing, and Excessica. She's appeared in several Cleis anthologies including 69 Stories of Sudden Sex and Best Bondage Erotica 2012. She lives with her husband and two clingy kitties in Maryland.

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Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton lives in Northern California with her partner. Her first novel, Dreaming of Her, is a lesbian, erotic romance, and is published by Bold Strokes Books. Her gay, erotic romance novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books. She also appears in multiple anthologies, including Dark Desires, Cheeky Spanking Stories, Pleasure Me, and Best Lesbian Erotica 2013.

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Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is an award-winning author of erotica and LGBT fiction. This queer Canadian writer has contributed short stories to more than 100 anthologies and authored dozens of books, including Anonymous, Nanny State, and the Wedding Heat series.

Her transgender lesbian romance The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the 2012 Rainbow Awards, in the category of Best Transgender Romance/Erotic Romance. Giselle's single-author anthology of transgender fiction and poetry, My Mistress' Thighs, received an honourable mention in the same category the previous year. Her work also appears in Tristan Taormino's Lambda Award-winning anthology Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica.

Ms Renarde loves a geeky girl and lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. When she's not writing, she's usually up to something good... or up to no good.

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