Xcite Books Review - Taught - Stone Franks

Taught - Stone Franks

Stone Franks is a female author who usually writes horror stories. Reading this short story, it soon becomes apparent that horror is where her writing prowess lies!

The story is fast paced and descriptive. Action packed heavily lesbian sexual scenes and overtones. I would not call this erotica as much as extreme hardcore lesbian written porn.

There are many themes at play here, not merely the explicit butch/boi action but also an element of BDSM, with Dominance & submission, sadism & masochism, as well as humiliation, w/s, bondage and ageplay at work.

Seen vividly through the eyes of the main protagonist, the story seems not only to delve deeper into explicit raunchy filth with every new paragraph but practically leap.

The writing is at times rough and draft-like, with a spelling mistake or two sadly missed during any proof reading stage. After one final polish, I feel that this story would be worthy of a place on anyone's bookshelf, real or cyber.

Definitely not for the faint hearted, the at times shocking scenes were both rudely distasteful in places and mesmerisingly compelling. Rather like if Stephen King had written a lesbian sex scene.

On more than one occasion I felt I could not continue reading, yet I felt I must know what happened next. My eyes eagerly took in each new breathtakingly filthy sentence and morally distressing description.

Towards the final few paragraphs, I felt worn out, ravaged... but completely turned on. Call me deviant but this writer certainly knows how to create sexual tension. Despite my misgivings during the reading, I find that I cannot get this story out of my head. It is one that will haunt you for a long time after you close the book... I think I will be reading it again very soon!

Feeling frisky and brave? Take a peek into this shocking short Sapphic tale for yourself and see what wonders await you...

Although this one is not yet available, you can find stories like this plus many more, at Xcite Books right now.

Available as PDF downloads or the hard copies delivered to your door, you will not be disappointed!

My other lesbian fiction favourites are:

Best Lesbian Erotica from LoveHoney  (see my blog review here)

and of course the Girl Fun 1 - Adventures in Lesbian Loving

I cannot wait to also read Best Lesbian Bondage Erotica, which I will of course share details of as soon as I receive it!





Until next time,

Stay sexy, blog angels!

Cara

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Xcite Books Review - Adventures of a London Call Boy

Adventures of a London Call Boy

This entertaining read details the hedonistic adventures of a young man in London who thoroughly enjoys sex. Deciding to combine his love of the sexual act with women and his lack of finances, he embarks upon a trail of saucy naughtiness which will leave you horny, empathising, giggling and breathless for the next encounter.

I did not think I would enjoy this book as much as I did; perhaps because of the reputation of gigolos and the like. Male prostitution is not only rare but still a novel taboo in our culture, for it to be tackled head on in this book shows a courage and a flair for the creative.

Our bed bouncing buccaneer may earn a living by giving sexual favours but there is an element of respect for the women he meets, a desire to at least sexually fulfil and please them. The women are rightfully given full and rounded characters, all aware of his role and purpose and instead of being desperate creatures they are instead voracious sexual beings, attractive, seductive.

In giving the main character a female 'best friend', the author very cleverly widens the book even further to a female audience. Perhaps without this side-kick element the book would have been better off on the males-only erotic fiction shelf.

The story is anecdotal yet pacy, exciting and raunchy all at once. The fly on the wall detail leaves you feeling positively voyeuristic, in simply the best way. In places you do wonder whether this really can all be pure fiction, as the narrative reads like an autobiography, keeping you even closer in touch with the character's feelings and emotions through his journey.

For a red hot alternative to the traditional female led erotic fiction novels, you need look no further than Adventures of a London Call Boy. I thoroughly enjoyed it, much to my surprise, and I feel that it has great appeal to any man or woman seeking a saucy Summer read.

Buy your e-copy here now for only £5.99.

There is also a special offer running at the moment, buy two e-Books get the third free!

Books from Xcite are also available as traditional paperback versions, so why not check out the rest of the site here now?

Enjoy your hot and raunchy erotic fiction!

Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

I have just finished this book and let me tell you, it's difficult to put down until you get to the very last page! I tore myself away from the final sentence with a sense of palpable loss.

I had thought that my previous lesbian short story fiction romp, Xcite's Girl Fun 1 _ Adventures in Lesbian Loving was good. This new beauty from LoveHoney however, is the Daddy (should that be Mummy?) version.

Covering a wide range of settings and characters, this book will surprise you time after time. At several points during the book I had to reach down to satisfy myself. It's just that hot!

Butches, bois and femmes are covered, as well as curious but reluctants. Very politically correct: the mention of a wheelchair at one point did throw me, only because it's an unusual insertion for erotic fiction, in this world obsessed by physical perfection!

There are also taboo boundaries crossed; time travelling to fuck yourself, perving on ghosts, cousin sex. There is a sense of naughtiness throughout the book that can't help but get all your juices flowing. Plenty of highly explicit and graphic lesbian sex scenes, describing every tongue stroke and every thrust, whether fingers or strap on.

I need about 10 more copies of this book so I can give them to all my friends! Even straight women would enjoy this book and obviously straight men would too *grin*

Written by real lesbians, so the interaction of either sexual relations or just in a lesbian relationship is realistic and natural, not fake, Hollywood, for male titillation or amusement. It's really refreshing to have lesbians finally depicted as real women, with personalities, albeit voracious women with an incredible sexual appetite for their partners or the woman that takes their fancy at that moment...

Why don't you take a peek too? This book is on sale now from LoveHoney ... enjoy free discreet delivery and you could soon be snuggled up under the duvet with this piece of literary (cliterary?) magic as well as a finger tingler or love egg to heighten the experience even more....

Oh dear, I seem to be giving away all my secrets.

*laughs*

Until next time, stay sexy, blog angels!

Cara
xxx

Xcite Books Review - The Mother of All Hen Nights

The Mother of all Hen Nights

What an amazing little novella. I have read A. N. Rocquelaure’s (pen name of Ann Rice) Sleeping Beauty trilogy and this seems to sum it up in its entirety into a short book.

The writing is sumptuous, lavish, and erotic. The scenery and atmosphere of the story are almost poetic in their finery and extravagance. It grabs Disneyesque elements and gives them not only an adult but a kinky fetish twist, plunging straight into the dark and deviant heart of BDSM.

The characters are surprisingly rich and deep. The opening of the novella may deceive the reader into thinking this a facetious take on fairy tales. However, although nostalgic fragments of childhood fantasies are at times depicted, these maidens and princes are nothing at all like you remember.

I absolutely love the juxtaposition of the innocent fairy tale names and the steamy and raunchy sex scenes. The kink element is red hot. Dungeons, restraints, thigh boots and punishment implements... you have to read it to believe it!

Get your PDF e-Book copy of The Mother of all Hen Nights for just £2.99 from Xcite today and sample this delicious sinful taste of wickedness! Instantly downloadable and read on your computer or electronic book reader!



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I Touch Myself

The morning begins the same as every other day. The radiant beaming sunshine is halted in its path to my eyes by the heavy curtains pulled to. I wake at the same time every day, just before 7am. I don't even have to look at the clock anymore, but I do, out of habit. 6.58am. Wonderful. For once, just once, I'm able to have a lie in and yet my body seems unable to extricate itself from the routine it is used to.

My body shifts from its sleeping position on my front, to lay on my back. I enjoy the warmth of the thick duvet and the quiet house before everyone wakes up and the day's madness begins. I yawn and rub sleep from my eyes as I get used to vision once again.

The night was spent shifting in steamy, torrid dreams of debauchery and sex. As I lay and ponder on nothing much at all, I realise the sensations of my body. My clit feels like its been expertly strummed for hours, aching, throbbing and pulsing so hard. In reality it hasn't been touched at all. Yet. Remnants of dreams filter through my consciousness, bodies entwined, the feeling of dreamed orgasms, the taste of my lover on my lips and the feel of them pervading and invading me all at once.

I feel my juices pooling underneath my morning pussy and I feel dirty. I want to be taken then and there. I stretch out, lithe as a cat, arching my back and luxuriating in the carnal physical feelings. The desire. I want to be touched. I want to touch.

I lick my lips. I have time to enjoy a little... just a little taste of self satisfaction.

I run my fingertips lightly over the fronts of my soft thighs, trailing patterns over them, moving slowly upwards but missing my scorching heat, where the juices act as lure for my fingers. I softly tease the sides of my v, soft thin flesh where my leg joints meet my smooth, hairless sex. Still denying myself the soft supple wetness and warmth of plunging into my lips.

Further up, I enjoy the flatness of my stomach as I lay on my back. Concave as I suck in my breath, fingers feeling my sensuous curves, the corset waist above generous flared hips. The contrast pleases me. I feel womanly, feminine, sexual. Predatory.

My pussy aches, yearns to be touched. Fondled, rubbed, probed. Soon, my darling, soon.

I can count my ribs as I bring my hands up to fondle over my flesh, the shape of my body, indulging in the delight of my shape without the depression of gravity. An escape from reality. I can dream, fantasise.

I breathe out as my hands meet the fleshy mounds of my breasts, natural and soft, a handful each and no more. The nipples pucker up and thrill as my fingerpads lightly, so lightly, brush over them and tease the responsive petal-pink points there. With a sudden low growl and insistent impatience I scoop up each breast in a whole clutching handful and maul them... ending with a decidedly firm pinch to the nipple to top off the nerve tingling experience.

My throat and pussy contract in unison as my need approaches boiling point. I must sate her, sate my pussy, before I surely explode with wanton lust.

One hand reaches up to fondle over my neck, my collarbone, sweeping downwards over both breasts. The other seeks out those soft silky folds, dripping with anticipation. I'm writhing, twisting, losing myself and getting tangled, enjoying smearing my juices over the bed and my shining inner thighs. I rub my fingers between this new wetness, to enjoy the slipperiness of it, hot flesh rubbing together, my trapped hand clamped between desperate thighs and sopping gushing pussy lips. Engorged lips that want to swallow my fingers, my hand. I relish the sensations of my lips rubbing over the thumb knuckle on my left hand, as my right enflames my lust further through nipple teases & squeezes.

I stretch out flat again and let my now thoroughly wet hand travel over my sex. Fingerpads lightly strumming over the spreading, eager lips and delving lightly into the space between. I feel the clear slippery wetness coating the length of my fingers and quickly, hungrily, bring it up to my mouth to taste the sweetness before dipping down, once again, to the honey pot of my desire.

Delicately I circle my now straining, erect clit with my middle fingers. I alternate this movement with deeper and deeper probes into my pussy, desperate to be fucked senseless, focussing on fragmented shards of memories, some real, some dream; hot, erotic encounters and steamy, raunchy taboo fantasies. I'm so hot now, perspiration dawns on my back and between my pink mauled breasts.

I can feel the pin pricks of light beginning, the semblance of an orgasm, teasing. So touchable, visible on the horizon of my consciousness. I just need more... more circling, more pressure, not directly, to the side. No, not to the side, directly on my clit. A finger dipped inside. A harder pinch of the nipple. My back arched tightly, tight like the string of a bow ready to fire. My whole hand comes into play and I fuck myself mercilessly, no longer just one finger inside, but two... then three.

My nipples graze roughly over the duvet now only half covering me, one leg out to the open, naked body wild with abandonment and climactic need. The sheet cast between my legs only serving to drive the frenzy up further. I let the fabric attend to my nipples as I bring my right hand down to take care of my slick wet clit as my right fingers are fucking me, feeling my sugar walls clench and pulsate, beating a rhthym in tune with the want in my soul. Hard, hard clit like diamond, surely it will soon explode. Fingers slipping over it, faster, faster... pussy clenching and swallowing my thrusting fingers..

Light bursts into my brain and I'm flooded... nerve endings hyper sensitive and I ride over that waterfall of emotion, sensation, carried away, lost to the orgasm for as long as I can ride it out for. Never wanting it to end, this molten gold feeling, suffused with warmth and light all at once, breaths coming ragged and fast. Clenched tight muscles and nerves, brain, to throat, to nipples, to the pit of my stomach down to my clit and some core of my sex deep inside my pussy.

... ... ... ...

Hazy vision returns as I realise I had my eyes squeezed shut for the final tantalising few moments, that climactic ride. I'm returning back to a calmness, with ebbing throbs and twitches. My pussy gulps with the aftershocks and my clit feels white numb after the explosion.

I let my hands lie where they are, one between my legs, enjoying the post-orgasmic ripples of my pussy and clit together, the other on my hip, exposed to the growing sunlight peeking around the curtains and into my day.

I yawn once more and when I've decided my pussy has stopped throbbing enough to move, I half crawl, half fall out of bed to go run a much needed bath.

Another day begins.

Xcite Books Review - The Greed Jar

The Greed Jar (short story)

I recently received this short story PDF eBook to review from my gorgeous friends at Xcite.

Xcite eBooks are available as PDF downloads that can be read on your computer, phone or any eBook reader.

I will be reviewing a few other stories in the coming days too, so that you can hear what I liked about them and what I didn't before making your decisions on which to purchase!

This story takes the tone of a myth or legend, brought into the present day.

Starting off as quite innocent fiction, you are soon drawn into a surprising world of rampant sex and voracious libido.

The plot line is well written, giving the characters history and a personality outside of the realm of sex, so that you have a better context for the emotions during the torrid and frenetic passionate moments.

I would recommend this story to all as a delightful little afternoon pick me up with  cup of tea and a clit vibe or two!

Go and purchase The Greed Jar (PDF eBook) now for only 99p! You can download it instantly after payment and all major cards (plus paypal!!) are accepted.

Have fun and enjoy!