New Release: Something More

Housewife Wendy can’t get her wild afternoon of passion with beautiful trans woman Lana out of her head. When Wendy finds Lana otherwise engaged with another trans girl – her “friends with benefits” Sophia – her disappointment soon changes to excitement when she’s invited to join them in the bedroom.


Something More

Carla Atherstone

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Trans Girl Romance #2

A housewife searching for new experiences gets more than she bargained for when she joins two horny trans girls in the bedroom!

Housewife Wendy can’t get her wild afternoon of passion with beautiful trans woman Lana out of her head.

Desperate to see Lana again, Wendy calls round at her flat, only to find Lana otherwise engaged with another trans girl – her “friends with benefits” Sophia.

But Wendy’s disappointment soon changes to excitement when she’s invited to join Lana and Sophia in the bedroom. And as she soon learns, two’s company – but three’s fantastic!

Something More is a 7,100-word short story and picks up directly after the events of Something New.

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Hot Excerpt from “Going Solo: Part 1: Casual Car Sex”

Heat up your weekend with this steamy excerpt from Casual Car Sex, part one of an eight-part serial by Storm Stone! Want to read the whole story? Click here to purchase your copy.

“So,” he paused, his smile disappearing. “You coming?”

“Damon!” Dee shouted over the music and he turned his head. “I think Pam and Niki are waiting over at your table.”

His expression hardened as he stared over at the barmaid. “Mind your business, Dee.” His sexy voice, just audible above the Guns N’ Roses shrieking guitar, sounded cold. “You’ve got a customer waiting for his drink over there.”

Dee glanced over her shoulder at the man holding out a note at her.

“Watch this one — he’s trouble,” she warned Jemma and walked away.

He straightened up and Jemma’s stomach dropped. He was going to go back to his table, to those sexy women just waiting to pounce on him.

But instead he took a swig from the bottle of beer he was holding, raising dark eyebrows at her. “So you coming — or what?”

Jemma shifted off the stool. Without giving herself time to think, she grabbed her bag and followed him through the crowd of people, out of the bar.

It was a warm evening with just a light breeze blowing against his face. Jemma stared. He was beautiful, his expression almost brutal beneath the neon lights flashing above them.

Dragging his fingers through his dark, sun-streaked hair, he looked down at her.

“My car’s parked in a good spot.” He smiled — a predator’s smile.

Jemma held on tightly to the long strap of her bag. She had her pepper spray inside there. But would it be enough to stop a man like him? Was she crazy, coming out here with a virtual stranger? A potential rapist? But she doubted he was a rapist, not with all those women queuing up for him.

“This your first time?” He asked, watching her closely.

She wanted to lie and tell him that she did casual car sex all the time, but she was a hopeless liar. Besides, something told her this man was shrewd and cynical enough to see through any of her lies.

“Yes, yes, it is,” she answered, her voice husky, betraying her anxiety.

His eyes were a deep tawny color, feline eyes that seemed to see straight through her. She felt exposed, as if he knew her darkest secrets.

“You talk different,” he frowned. “Where you from?”

Jemma smiled, thinking that it was he who talked different. “I’m from England — London, actually.”

His eyes darkened, dropping to her mouth again and her smile disappeared.

The breeze blew her hair across her face and he lifted his hand, gently drawing the dark strands back and tucking them behind her ear. The touch of his fingers on her skin was electric, her body responding immediately to his casual caress.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Settling his hand possessively at her lower back, he urged her towards the darker, emptier section of the car park. The heat of his palm seeped through the fine fabric of her dress and sweet sensation bloomed between her legs.

Suddenly she didn’t care how stupid or careless this was, didn’t care she was putting herself at risk. All she cared about was feeling his hard body deep inside her, filling her to the max and fucking her brains out like never before. Like one of her wildest fantasies.

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New Release: Casual Car Sex

When sexy Las Vegas bad boy, Damon McDermott, meets Englishwoman Jemma James in a local bar and invites her outside for casual car sex, what’s meant to be a one-time fling turns into a heated affair as Damon decides he can’t get enough of her. What he doesn’t realize is that Jemma is in Vegas working on her blog-cum-book, Going Solo, and their experiences are becoming part of her book. When he finds out Damon decides he’s going to extract his revenge, but what he doesn’t realize is that it will be a gateway into their deepest, darkest desires, where there is no turning back…


Going Solo

Part 1: Casual Car Sex

Storm Stone

A sexy Las Vegas bad boy finds out that his sex experiences with a mysterious Englishwoman are being used for her blog. He decides to extract his revenge, but it becomes a gateway into their deepest, darkest desires, where there is no turning back…

Sexy Las Vegas bad boy, Damon McDermott, doesn’t do relationships. When he meets Englishwoman Jemma James in a local bar and invites her outside for casual car sex, he intends it to be nothing more than a fleeting encounter.

Damon doesn’t do relationships, but when he hears Jemma’s only going to be in Vegas for a few weeks, he decides he wants to have his fill of this hot-blooded Englishwoman before he sends her on her way. What he doesn’t realize is that Jemma is in Vegas working on her blog-cum-book, Going Solo, and that, fling aside, their experiences are also becoming part of Jemma’s book.

When he finds out she’s been playing him for a fool—and nobody makes a fool out of Damon McDermott—he’s decides he’s going to use sex as a weapon to punish and humiliate her, to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.

Jemma’s holiday fling turns into something much darker and more sinister as Damon prepares to extract his revenge, but what Damon doesn’t realize is that it will be a gateway into their deepest, darkest desires, where there is no turning back…

Casual Car Sex is a 19,000-word novella and the first in an eight-part serial.

Casual Car Sex publishes on February 21, 2017!

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Hot Excerpt from “Winner Takes All”

Heat up your Sunday night with this steamy excerpt from Winner Takes All, by Gemma Stone! Want to read the whole story? Click here to purchase your copy.

“It’s really very simple,” continued Dan. “As you see, there’s a deck of cards on the table. It’s a standard 52-card deck, with the usual four suits, and it’s been properly shuffled, so no cheating. Whenever we like, we each take a card in turn and reveal it. If it’s a simple number, you can tell your colleagues about anything you like; work, the weather, your favourite soap opera, or whatever. But if it’s a King, Queen, Jack, or an Ace, you have to reveal something intimate about yourself that no one would ever guess; what’s your sexiest item of clothing, who was your favourite teenage crush, who you’d love to go to bed with, your favourite sexual position, and so on.”

Katrina looked taken aback, but didn’t try to stop things. Stephanie shot her a look that said “don’t worry”, and she seemed to relax. The agency needed a unified team, and even an unorthodox approach was good if it would bring staff together.

“And the Jokers?” asked Stephanie.

“Ah,” said Dan. “If you pick one of those two up, anyone in the room gets to ask you something they really want to know about you and you must answer it truthfully. There’s no hiding in this game.”

Stephanie breathed in hard. She’d never tried this type of introductory welcome before, but she was up for anything.

“Now what?”

“Now we continue to enjoy our food and drink. We can turn over the cards whenever we wish, and we’ll go round the table clockwise. There are 26 of us here, so we’ll each have to take two cards throughout the evening.”

There was a quiet hush in the room as the staff decided whether to turn their first card over sooner or later. No one wanted to make the first move.

After a short time, curiosity got the better of Katrina. She reached out, took a card off the top of the deck, and flipped it over onto the table. It was the Queen of Diamonds.

“That seems appropriate,” said Jess. “So Katrina, what do you want to tell us about?”

Katrina took a deep breath. She couldn’t dodge the bullet. Not now, not in front of all her staff.

“I lost my virginity in the back of a school bus when I was sixteen…”

There was a stunned but appreciative silence in the room. She was the boss; she hadn’t backed out and had rolled with the luck of the game. With her explicit revelation, she’d won the admiration of her team.

“I’m next,” said Dan. He lifted a numbered card, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was off the hook for now, and talked about his favourite football team.

“Hmm, a typical boy thing,” said Katrina.

With the ice broken, others began to take their cards in quick succession. There were a few lacklustre revelations, as well as some more interesting and explicit ones when a face or ace card was drawn.

As it came to Stephanie’s turn to reveal her first card she could feel her heart rate quicken, the blood pumping faster through her veins. Looking across the room at Jess, she could feel her eyes running across her body, mentally undressing her. She breathed hard and flipped the card over on to the table top.

“The Queen of Hearts,” breathed Jess, as she flashed Stephanie a knowing smile and licked her lips. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“OK, well … something revealing.” Stephanie thought for a moment. “When I was younger, I fancied the lead singer of a boy band. I finally got a passionate embrace and kiss on the lips from him backstage after a concert.”

She could breathe again. Her turn was over, at least for now.

I just hope that Jess has to reveal an intimate secret when it comes to taking her cards, thought Stephanie.

Adam had remained quiet throughout the process. His piercing blue eyes sought Stephanie’s across the room and, as they made contact, Stephanie smiled and tried to boost his confidence. You’re reliable and a great project manager, thought Stephanie. I can relate to you as a professional. I also know women find you very attractive. I’m just not sure … how would I feel if you asked me to sleep with you? Are you really a virile young cock, waiting to be ridden?

“It’s a Joker,” shouted Dan as Adam turned over his card. “This is where the rules change. Anyone in the room can ask you anything they want to know and you have to answer them.”

“Why do all my girlfriends want to go to bed with you?” blurted out Stephanie, trying to save Adam by speaking first, though in her haste not engaging her brain fast enough.

Adam looked desperate. “I, er, well, that is…”

“I think it’s that designer stubble,” interrupted Jess. “I’ve heard that most girls find it a great turn-on. Isn’t that right, Stephanie?”

Jess raised her eyebrow, and had a knowing glint in her eye. She has saved Adam from the loaded grenade Stephanie had inadvertently lobbed, but it had just been passed back to Stephanie with the pin still out.

“I’m sure you’re correct, Jess. Maybe one day I’ll have to get close enough to find out.”

Stephanie smiled again, pretending to make light of her answer. In that brief moment, there had been a sexual frisson between the three of them, and she could feel her heart pounding faster still.

I think that’s defused the situation. Why ever did I say that? Am I really hoping to find out?

The game continued as Jess picked up an Ace.

She thought for a moment, and fixed her eyes on Stephanie’s. They were soulful, warm, and inviting.

Stephanie’s heart skipped a beat and she began to feel a more powerful tingle of anticipation between her thighs. At that moment an absolute current of pure and dangerous electricity buzzed between them. It would just take one spark to set something ablaze.

“I once had a boyfriend who was abusive to me. I walked out of the relationship, and that experience shaped me in so many other ways. That’s when I became a lesbian.”

A ripple of murmuring ran through the assembled staff.

Katrina breathed a sigh of relief. Jess wouldn’t be bed-hopping with all the male staff after all. Only the girls needed to worry.

Jess seemed to relax more after her first revelation, and the game continued for another hour. Adam and Jess turned over numbered cards on their second play, and finally there was just one card left face down on the table. Stephanie had been enjoying the entertainment unfolding with others. Now though, it was her turn to take a final card and as only one joker had been revealed so far, there were no surprises as to what the remaining one would be.

Stephanie looked at Jess with a worried expression and swallowed hard, but knew she had to continue. She shook back her mane of golden hair.

“I don’t think I even need to turn it over,” said Stephanie. “It’s time for someone to ask me a question and I have to give them my honest answer.”

There was no hesitation before Jess dived in. “Do you find me sexually attractive, Stephanie?”

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New Release: Winner Takes All

Gemma Stone once again turns up the heat in this second Stephanie Spicer novella, mixing sizzling sex and romance into the harsh and unforgiving world of business. Can the sexually-charged and beautiful Stephanie and her new team deliver on the corporate branding account for a leading global sportswear company, whilst also pleasing her client, her boss and her many lovers?


Winner Takes All

Gemma Stone

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Stephanie Spicer Erotic Touch Romance #2

The sexually-charged and beautiful Stephanie plays to win as she takes part in an intimate game that will decide who loves, who loses and who lusts for her in her business world.

Beautiful and sexually-charged agency creative director, Stephanie Spicer, is back and trying to find her true future in a harsh and complicated business world. Whilst trying to juggle delivery of work on an important new corporate branding account, she must also resolve issues in her tangled love life.

When her former lover, Dan, comes back into her world and also her bed, Stephanie is forced to make some big decisions about her personal relationships. But who does she ultimately want to be her partner? Is it Dan? Her on and off boyfriend Geoff? Her attractive new American client, Rick? Or her client’s predatory PA, Nix?

While meeting the demands of her expanding role, she employs two new staff members, Jess and Adam. The talented and gorgeous black lesbian Jess immediately captures more than just her boss’s attention. But is Stephanie’s relationship with Adam more than just about business? When the three get to know each other better at an agency staff party, they reveal their deepest romantic secrets through playing an intimate and emotional card game. Will it be Stephanie, Jess, or Adam who plays for the highest stakes? In this game, winner takes all.

Will Stephanie let her old flame set her life ablaze once more or can she keep her eyes on a bigger prize and find a new love who will win her heart? What will the aces and jokers reveal?

Winner Takes All is a 13,800-word novella, picking up after the events of Pitch Perfect, but is an easy entry point for readers new to Gemma Stone’s erotic story world.

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Hot Excerpt from “Inside Mrs Jones”

Heat up your Sunday night with this steamy excerpt from Inside Mrs Jones, by Carla Atherstone! Want to read the whole story? Click here to purchase your copy.

Jessie stifled a giggle — so that was why Mrs Jones had been so strict about when she was to come in! But that meant Mrs Jones would already know Jessie had been late, and there was no way could Jessie could have mopped, hoovered and dusted with her boss getting fucked silly upstairs. The best thing she could do was probably to tiptoe back downstairs, let herself out and hope for the best when she saw Mrs Jones again. That was Jessie’s plan, anyway, but as she headed for the stairs, she saw the bedroom door was open just a crack.

Just a little look, she thought, followed by No! Are you crazy?

But the sounds Mrs Jones was making were… sexy. No other way to put it. By the sound of it, she was having a much better time than Jessie had had in the back of Ben’s car. And Mrs Jones was so pretty. Jessie probably wouldn’t have admitted it to herself if the wine hadn’t still been making her a little lightheaded, but she realised she’d love to see her boss naked and getting rogered by some young stud.

All right, she decided, but just a quick look. A minute. No, not even that — then you’re out of here.

Jessie snuck over to the door, peered through — and gasped.

Mrs Jones was naked, all right, stretched out on her king-size bed. Pretty wasn’t the word to describe her, Jessie realised. She was beautiful — toned and fit, and with what Jessie could now see was an all-over tan.

But it was Mrs Jones’ lover who made Jessie gasp; kneeling by the bed was a tall black woman, also naked, with her face buried between Mrs Jones’ wide-open legs. Her head moved up and down and side to side; Mrs Jones moaned, bit her lip and arched her back, face flushed and eyes screwed shut.

The biggest surprise of all, though, was how much the sight turned Jessie on. Okay, she was horny and frustrated, and the wine just made her feel more brazen, but even so the intensity of the sudden tingle of arousal between her legs shocked her.

But then she remembered how she’d kissed Holly once. This creepy guy had been bothering them in a nightclub, and since they’d both had a few drinks they’d kissed to make the guy think they were lesbians. Afterwards they’d both been embarrassed and pretended it had never happened, but if Jessie was honest, she’d enjoyed it. She’d enjoyed it a lot.

Mrs Jones moaned louder, writhing on the bed and stroking her lover’s hair. The tingle between Jessie’s legs got even stronger. Something warm and wet trickled down the inside of her thigh. What was that? When she reached under her skirt and touched the gusset of her panties, she realised — they were soaking, and a shiver of arousal went through her as her fingertips brushed the lips of her pussy.

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New Release: Inside Mrs. Jones


Inside Mrs. Jones

Carla Atherstone

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Jessie’s Awakening #1

A shy teen receives an education she won’t get at college from her employer and her lesbian lover!

Shy Jessie is spending her last summer before she goes off to college working for wealthy divorcee Mrs Jones. Glamorous and sexy, Mrs Jones is great to work for, but has one rule: Jessie’s expected to come and clean at fixed times.

When Jessie turns up late one afternoon to find her employer in bed with the gorgeous Layla, she understands why. Jessie’s shocked, but also fascinated—something the lovers soon notice when they catch her.

Before she knows it, she’s climbing into bed with Mrs Jones and Layla. Jessie might not be in college yet, but she’s going to be learning a lot of new things this summer…

Inside Mrs. Jones is a 5,300-word short story.

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Hot Excerpt from “A Night To Remember”

Get your Sunday started on the right foot with this steamy excerpt from A Night To Remember, by Sandra Claire! Want to read the whole story? Click here to purchase your copy.

I sat on a padded leather stool at the far end of the bar. The place was quiet, with just a few patrons at assorted tables, talking softly and chuckling over extravagant drinks in shiny glasses. A pianist on the other side of the room played a gentle tune that seemed to only make the atmosphere more sensual.

I leaned against the brass rail that ran along the front of the deep mahogany bar and picked up my drink. It was a fruity thing, blushing with fruit juice but with a kick of vodka. The movement stretched my tight dress over my nipples, making them firm and thick. I laid my hand in my lap and discreetly pressed against my swollen cunt — it had been a long time since I was this horny. And with the fact that I had no underwear on, the way this dress kept rubbing me only made me hornier.

And then he came in. The man of my dreams. My husband.

Trevor looked dashing in his slim-cut suit and I loved the way it pulled taut over his biceps and his chest. He scoped the room, looking for a good place to sit. We’d planned this little game — a game to reignite our stagnant sex life — and he was going to pretend to be the powerful business executive and I would be an exotic, lonely woman.

Even from across the room, I felt the heat from him when his gaze settled on me. He wove around the tables as he crossed the room. Maybe it was the pretence of the game, or maybe it was the way my dress kept me physically aroused, but I was more turned on by the sight of him than I’d been in a long time.

“Excuse me, miss,” he said as he came up beside me. He laid his hand casually on the small of my back and I felt it slide south, to the top curve of my ass. “Could I keep you company this evening?”

I looked him in the eyes and then let my gaze trail down his body. For my answer, I pulled the cherry out of my drink and placed it between my lips, plucking off the stem, then winked at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He sat on the stool next to me, facing me, with our knees brushing. He waved over the bartender and ordered a whisky. Our eyes locked and didn’t move as the bartender served up his drink. Trevor put money on the counter and we had our privacy again. “What brings a gorgeous woman like you to a place like this?”

“I guess I was just looking for some … excitement.” I lifted my right leg to cross over my left, but as I did so, I raised my short dress, showing him my cooch. I saw his attention zero in on it, just like I’d intended. I finally crossed my legs and lay my dress over my thighs. When he finally looked up at me again, his cheeks were red with heat and his eyes only held desire. Me being without underwear hadn’t been part of the plan.

“Maybe I — maybe I can provide that excitement,” he said, stumbling over his words. He laid a hand on my bare thigh and my skin burned with heat at the contact, filling me with desire and need.

I leaned forward, giving him an ample view down my top. “What did you have in mind?” I trailed my fingers up one of his legs, from his knee, up his thigh, and then gently across his bulge. He was hard. For me.

“I’m thinking we should get out of here. I’ve got a room in the hotel.” He gawked at my cleavage as he spoke.

“Oh?” I brushed his bulge again. “That would be kind of … naughty of me, wouldn’t it? To go to the hotel room of a man I just met? Of a man of whom I don’t even know his name?”

“Did I not introduce myself? My name is Trevor,” he said, with a slight bow of his head.

“Pleased to meet you, Trevor. I’m Anna.”

“Anna … that’s such a sexy name.” He took my fingers in his and laid a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. “It suits you perfectly.”

“And Trevor is such a … virile name.” I leaned back a bit and ran my fingers along the neckline of my dress, then dropped them down to lightly brush against a nipple. “Now that we have that out of the way … you said something about a hotel room?”

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