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Erotic Romance Boxed Sets: Taboo Sex Edition
Erotic Romance Boxed Sets: Taboo Sex Edition
Erotic Romance Boxed Sets: Taboo Sex Edition
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Whether billed as romance or erotica, the main audience for sex novels is women. Why do they read them? Because often these books, from their cover art to their characters to their plots, are meant to appeal to a female demographic. They're easy to read escapism that speaks to what its audience wants, particularly those who want to experience a little bit of vicarious sex through the leads. Particularly if it's the kind of sex the reader may not have.
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Release dateJul 23, 2014
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    Table of Contents

    The Cougar Comes Out

    Holiday Romance Collection: Hues Of Lust: BBW Erotic Romance Story Collection + Love Is Like You: A Love Poem In 24 Verses

    About The Author

    Introduction

    Why You Should Read Hues Of Lust

    Story I

    Story II

    Story III

    Story IV

    Part I

    Part II

    Part III

    A Love Poem In 24 Verses: Love Is Like You

    Love Is Like A

    Love Is Like B

    Love Is Like C

    Love Is Like D

    Love Is Like E

    Love Is Like F

    Love Is Like G

    Love Is Like H

    Love Is Like I

    Love Is Like J

    Love Is Like K

    Love Is Like L

    Love Is Like M

    Love Is Like N

    Love Is Like O

    Love Is Like P

    Love Is Like Q

    Love Is Like R

    Love Is Like S

    Love Is Like T

    Love Is Like U

    Love Is Like V

    Love Is Like W

    Love Is Like X

    Love Is Like Y

    Love Is Like Z

    Kidnapped Seduction

    PROLOGUE

    CHAPTER 1

    CHAPTER 2

    CHAPTER 3

    CHAPTER 4

    CHAPTER 5

    CHAPTER 6

    CHAPTER 7

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    The Cougar Comes Out

    College Cougar!

    By Jennifer Thomas

    I blew the whistle and the cheerleading squad turned to watch me attentively.

    Okay, Molly? You need to put some energy into that. You seem a little bored, I said to the gorgeous brunette in her early twenties.

    Molly flushed red in embarrassment, and I looked away. I knew Molly didn’t deserve it, but I just couldn’t ignore my spite for her.

    The reason for my spite entered the gym, and I felt my breath quicken in response.

    Brandon was a senior in the economics program, and I couldn’t help my attraction to him. The fact that I was cheerleading coach, almost fifteen years his senior, didn’t matter. I just couldn’t get him out of my mind.

    He smiled and Molly walked over to him, lifting onto her toes and giving him a chaste peck on his lips.

    My mouth went dry.

    I ached to kiss Brandon, feel his lips on mine. I lay awake at night, fantasizing, thinking, and then I pleasured myself with his name on my lips.

    Molly left soon after, and I picked up my bag off the gymnasium floor.

    Hello Miss. Andrews, I heard the husky, delicious voice from behind me and I turned around. Brandon was smiling at me.

    How are you Brandon? I managed to rasp out, trying my damndest to ignore the pulsating in between my legs.

    I’m good. Thank you.

    Do you have basketball practice today? I asked him, and I knew my cheeks were flushed.

    Not really. The guys and I were just planning to shoot some hoops before heading home.

    Oh great! I said, glancing away. I was in a hurry to get away from him, lest he wondered what was suddenly wrong with my breathing. See you around, I mumbled and almost ran off like a teenage girl.

    I stepped into the restroom and rested my back against the cool wall. Closing my eyes, I once again began thinking about how utterly and completely wrong this was.

    Brandon was not only a student, but he was twenty years old, a kid in view of my thirty-five years. I saw my reflection in the mirror and then clenched my eyes shut in frustrated helplessness.

    For the first time in the six months that I had been drooling after the college senior, I tried to think of a reason why it was okay to have sex with him.

    The only thing that held me back was the fact that Brandon had a gorgeous, wonderful, girlfriend in Molly. They looked happy together, and Molly was the same age as he was, so that was a plus - for her.

    I was not lacking in the looks department. I had long, lean legs, and a toned body evident of the years and years of cheer coaching. I glanced in the mirror and pulled off my ponytail, letting my blond hair hang around my shoulders in waves.

    Suddenly, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I was a woman on a mission, and I wanted to go through with this no matter what.

    I scuffled through my bag and found a bag of cosmetics. Rushing into the shower, I soaped my body, making sure to keep my hair dry. I had had a thorough waxing and pampering session at the salon the day before, so I didn’t have to shave - thankfully.

    I hadn’t had sex in over a year, and for once, I wanted to show off my waxed body to a pair of male eyes.

    Either Brandon would turn me down, or he would go ahead and take the opportunity. I was counting on his testosterone to see the chance for a fuck, and take it.

    I put on a t-shirt and white skirt after my shower, and put on some makeup. Glancing into the gym, I saw Brandon shooting the ball, jumping up. His shirt rode up his body, showing me a delectable glimpse of his toned, tanned stomach. I inhaled sharply, and my pussy clenched in response to the sight.

    Brandon! I called out before my nervousness had a chance to kick in.

    He quickly walked over, and I smiled shakily. Can you give me a hand with some supplies? They’re awfully heavy.

    Uh, sure, sure Miss Andrews, he said quickly, and I lead the way, back to the restrooms.

    He stopped outside the door, owing to the sign that prominently announced that it was the girl’s bathroom.

    Brandon, you’ll have to come in. There’s no one inside, I said and my hands were shaking. I forced myself to be bold and looked him straight in the eyes.

    Luckily, Brandon followed me inside.

    A long row of washbasins lined one side of the twenty-foot restroom. As Brandon glanced around the restroom for the supplies, I deftly locked the door behind us.

    He stared at my face, dumbstruck, and I finally wondered if the testosterone would be turning me down.

    There was no time to turn back, and my pussy was already soaked with the anticipation of seeing him naked. I closed the distance between our bodies, and swiftly touched my hands to his waist, sliding them a few inches up his hard stomach.

    He instantly clasped my hands in place, Whoa Miss Andrews, he said, and tensed, but didn’t move away.

    I looked up at his face, and my lips parted as I stared at his full, chiseled mouth. It’s okay. No one has to know Brandon, I said, and suddenly all my nervousness evaporated. I wanted to seduce this sexy, muscular 20 year old, and I wanted to feel his cock stretching my pussy.

    No really. This is - he began, but I pushed him backwards to the wall, and pressed my lower body to his. My hand slid up his shirt forcefully, stroking his pecks, feeling the muscled contours.

    Come on Brandon. Just take me. Stop thinking! I pushed my stomach to his crotch. Heat from his engorged cock scalded me over the fabric of our clothing, and I smiled shakily.

    You want me. You can’t deny it, Brandon. You're hard… just for me, I whispered and lifted my mouth up to his.

    I was right. Lust took over him and he grabbed me ferociously by the arms, spinning me around. This time it was me who was pinned against the wall.

    He bent slightly and his mouth took over mine. The first touch of his soft, thick lips made me groan and I opened my mouth wide for the invasion of his tongue. His tongue was warm and tasted of him, musky and masculine - raw. I bit his lips, stroked his tongue with my own, and relished the wetness of his saliva over my chin.

    Aah! I cried out shrilly as his large hand slid down my waist and under my skirt. His insistent fingers pushed my panties aside and found my swollen pussy lips.

    Fuck! He hissed in my mouth, and kissed me harsher, wilder, as his fingers stroked my pussy lips. He pinched them, tugged at them, and found the petals dangling from my slit.

    With his fingers, he squeezed them painfully hard, and I yelped in his mouth, my pussy secreting loads of pre-cum that wouldn’t stop. At the back of my mind, I was slightly embarrassed that he would see how soaked and dripping I was, but my lust overrode everything.

    You’re so wet, Brandon whispered against my mouth, while his finger slid up into my pussy.

    Oh! Oh please! Oh! I cried out, grinding my hips against his finger. I was still fully clothed, and so was he, and I was already a few seconds away from cumming.

    Fuck! Brandon cried and tugged at his own shorts. I realized what he had done when he clasped my hand with his free hand, and forced it onto his cock.

    Thick, pulsating muscle met my palm, and I wrapped my fingers tightly around it. His cock was hard, the veins protruding. I stroked it wildly, while his mouth claimed mine again. He was gasping in my mouth, hungry, desperate, meeting my wildness.

    His finger pushed deep inside me, up higher, and I felt it hit the end of my passage. Oh! Oh! I chanted over and over again, pouring my load onto his finger.

    I shook and jerked, gasping, tightening my pussy muscles around his finger, and sucking at it. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and rubbed it against my thigh, cleaning off all the juices I had poured onto his hand.

    I stroked his cock and pressed the head of it with my palm.

    Instantly, Brandon pulled away from me, and our mouths parted with a distinctive, smacking sound. He stood five feet away from me, watching my face, and his gaze roved over my still-clothed breasts for a mere second before returning to my face.

    This is so wrong, he whispered, and I felt heat burn my cheeks. His shorts were pulled down at the front, and his thick cock was bursting with seed, ready to explode.

    I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. I was breathless and he stood there, waiting for me to make the move - I assumed.

    No one has to know Brandon, I whispered yet again, and his eyes dropped to my breasts once more.

    I took two steps forward and clutched his cock, watching as his face suddenly changed. His features relaxed, and his eyes closed as he savored the warmth of my palm.

    You want me, I know you do, I mumbled, and slid my free had along his neck. He closed his eyes, turning away, and I could sense the inner battle as he struggled to resist me.

    Look at me, Brandon, I whispered and he opened his eyes. They were bright blue and contrasted beautifully with his thick, sandy hair. I want to taste your cum, I said achingly, almost pleading, and he inhaled sharply.

    That was encouragement enough for me. I kneeled before him and parted my lips hungrily. His cock slid past them, hot, thick, and delicious.

    His cock smelled of sex, pre-cum, and sweat - a heady mixture. I tightened my lips around the thick, rubbery, mushroom-shaped head and sucked audibly.

    His pre-cum was tangy and sour, and burned a sticky path all the way down my throat. I sucked harder, frenzy of tasting his cum overtaking my starved senses.

    I had waited so long for this. I had fantasized, I had dreamed, and finally it was happening. Brandon’s cock was pouring pre-cum in my mouth, covering my taste buds.

    I stroked his cock back and forth with my palm while I sucked the head, and then let it slide down deep into the back of my throat.

    Unh! Brandon hissed, and grabbed the back of my head. He exerted enough pressure to make his cock hit the end of my throat almost painfully. I gagged forcefully and my eyes widened, tearing up as he repeated it again and again.

    I hadn’t expected him to take charge. I was the teacher here, and he was the student. The surprise had an overwhelming effect on my senses.

    My pussy burned with need again, and I hastened my sucking. My tongue flattened against his shaft, and I licked it harshly, my hand sliding down to caress his balls.

    Oh, I’m so gonna cum! Brandon whispered harshly above me. The next instant, his cock jerked as its thick, molten lava emptied in my mouth. I lapped it up, clutching his balls slightly tighter, sucking harder, and swallowed the salty sour liquid.

    He jerked again and another stream of semen filled my mouth. Brandon’s groans were sounding through the empty restroom, and I was panting, gagging, wild.

    I abandoned his cock slowly, licking every last drop of cum off his shaft. As soon as the lust was over for him,

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