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Sexual Fantasies
| Open up your mind and let your fantasies run wild with a little help from these three books by reknown writer Nancy Friday. |
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When it first appeared, My Secret Garden created a storm of outrage and exhilaration. Women who read it were astonished to find in its pages the hidden content of their own sexual fantasies.
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Nancy Friday's international bestsellers My Secret Garden and Forbidden Flowers revealed that women possess erotic imaginations at least as inventive and powerful as those of men. Women on Top looks at a new generation of women and asks: what are women's sexual fantasies today?
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| These three excellent books are just a small sample of the Sexual Fantasies section at LoveHoney. |
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| If these don't appeal there are many more to choose from, along with lots of other Erotic books of all types: Better Sex, Erotic Short Stories, Erotic Stories and more |
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Posted: 12:06 PM, Tuesday, March 4 in Erotic Books |
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Horny End to a Hard Day
| Sarah sighed. |
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| It had been a hard day, and as usual she felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still orders to fill, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all she really wanted to do was head home and go to bed. |
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| Actually, what she really wanted to do was go to bed with Steve, the handsome temp secretary who had worked in the office for the last few weeks. |
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Ever since she'd met him she'd been lusting after his well-built body.
It didn't help that he was also a very sweet guy with a cheerful smile. She always felt happier whenever he was nearby, not to mention an awful lot hornier.
Sarah tried to focus.
She realized she'd just read the same paragraph six times, and she was supposed to have finished checking this report by 5pm. |
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| She sighed again and tried to put Steve out of her mind. Sometimes she wondered if her promotion had been a poisoned chalice. She wasn't sure if the unpaid overtime and extra stress was worth the fatter paycheck. |
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| A knock at the door roused her. Steve entered carrying yet another report, and carefully closed the door behind him. Despite herself, Sarah felt her cheeks redden, and her heart began to thud in her chest. |
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| Click here to read "Horny End of a Hard Day" and other exclusive sex stories at For The Girls Ezine and Erotica for Women |
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| This story is just a sample from the huge collection of erotic fiction available at For The Girls. |
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| All the sex stories featured at For The Girls have been individually written by qualified writers. This means there's no awful spelling, no cliches, and no guy-who-cleans-the-pool scenarios. Everything has been written with female readers in mind, so you get MORE female-friendly sex scenes, |
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| BELIEVEABLE female viewpoints, and HOTTER erotic fantasies. |
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Posted: 2:10 PM, Saturday, February 23 in Romantic |
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One Night At The Faraway Club
| Robin White's evening was definitely starting to look up now. Until the handsome stranger had bought her that first drink at 10:30, she had been starting to think she was losing her touch. It was Saturday night, the party night, on a warm summer's evening and, for the first time in nearly a year now, no one, not a single male, had asked her to accompany him to the Faraway Club for a night of drinking, dancing, and, as was well known among the public servants of Marshall County, fornication after it was all over. Not one paramedic, EMT, firefighter, cop, or ER tech had wanted to experience her charms that night, this despite her well-earned reputation as the woman who willingly gave it up for the price of a night out. What was wrong with her? Was she losing her looks? Her charms? Had they all experienced her enough now that they didn't want her anymore? She had fretted over these questions for most of the previous week, stressing more about her lack of a date than she ever had about her unpaid bills, or her deteriorating relationship with her roommate, or any of the other hundred and five things she should have been worried about. |
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| Still, date or no date, she simply could not stay away from the Faraway Club that night. The popular dance club in downtown Heritage-a place with an almost infamous reputation-was her weekend home. She never missed a Saturday there, not even the time she'd had the flu. She had even gone the week her father had died, accompanying John Mallet, one of the day watch Sheriff Deputies, the night before the funeral. And she had fucked him well afterwards, too. Just because no one happened to ask her out for this particular Saturday night, she was damned if she was going to sit home and watch her roommate study. |
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| And so, feeling depressed, dejected, old and used up, the 25-year-old registration clerk from Valley Medical Center had driven her own vehicle downtown to Faraway, had walked alone to the front entrance of the club, and had paid her own cover charge for the first time in forever. She was dressed to kill, as was the usual case on weekends, sporting a strapless black mini-skirt that showed off her bulging boobs on the top and her slightly chunky, though well-muscled dancer's legs on the bottom. |
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| The club was its usual loud, semi-chaotic self as she entered. Modern dance music boomed from the sound system while men and women, most between the ages of 21 and 30, most dressed in the latest trendy clothes, bumped and grinded out on the floor. The bartenders behind the large bar at the front of the room worked frantically to keep up with the endless stream of customers. Every cocktail table was filled, many with other regulars like her, men and women she knew well from running into them twice every week. Many of the men had experienced her sexual charms at one time or another. She saw John Mallet out there dancing with Jana Hansen. She even saw Jim Hartman, the divorced, reclusive paramedic whom she had initiated to this place not so very long before and who had taken her on return trips three times since. He was rubbing chests with Darlene Sandringham, one of the young nurses from the VMC-ER's swing shift. Robin, just two weeks before, had been the one to suggest they might have a little something in common in the first place. How ironic that Jim the hermit was now here with a date while she was going stag. |
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| Since she did have many friends among the Faraway crowd it didn't take her long to find a table to sit at and some friendly conversation. All of her friends expressed disbelief at her inability to find a date and seemed to take a perverse delight in mentioning it to her again and again. A few of the regulars asked her to dance and she went willingly with them out onto the floor, displaying her usual tireless grace, but without an official date it just wasn't the same. The regulars she danced with all knew the peculiar set of rules she had established long ago. They could be friendly with her out on the floor, even overly friendly to a degree, but she would only leave the club with her date, would only sleep with her date when the evening was over. As such, her prospects for getting laid tonight seemed dim since all of the men who danced with her kept a respectful distance. Another rule was that she would allow only her date to buy drinks for her. Since no one else in here qualified as her date and since all were well conditioned to this rule, she found herself forced to spend her own money for her Long Island iced teas, and, as such, she drank very little since the fucking things cost seven bucks apiece. |
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Posted: 2:32 PM, Wednesday, February 20 in Lesbian |
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Citation
| He’d been doing 80 in a 65 zone outside of some podunk Southern Oregon town. Jack was on the first long leg of his annual trip from Seattle to Los Angeles and he was determined to cross the California-Oregon border before calling it a night. His new Thunderbird glided down I-5 past countless truck stops and anonymous mom-and-pop eateries. When he saw lights flashing behind him, Jack cursed silently and guided the Thunderbird onto the shoulder. He ran a hand through his deep brown hair, streaked at the temples with silver, and rummaged through the glove box for his registration. Behind him, a slight figure hopped out of the patrol car and walked toward him. Jack glanced in the rearview and smiled. A woman. Jack could handle women. |
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| He smoothed his blue pinstriped button-up and tried to shake the wrinkles out of his comfortable driving khakis. Jack always wore the rugged, sporty clothing sold by his company, a well-known menswear retailer. His craggy features and piercing grey eyes contributed to the raw masculinity he radiated. Jack was a rock climber, hiker and swimmer, so his body was taut and tanned. |
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| The cop knocked on his window. Jack rolled it down and was pleasantly surprised to discover a gorgeous blonde woman in the tightest police uniform he’d ever seen. Even in the deepening twilight, she was wearing heavily mirrored aviators and a broad-brimmed cop hat. Her long blonde hair cascaded down from under her hat, lying temptingly over her ample cleavage as she leaned through Jack’s window. |
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| “Evening, sir.” |
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| “Hello, Officer. I apologize for speeding. I have a long way to go and— |
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| “No explanation necessary. Can I see your license, please?” Jack handed it over along with the registration. “Thank you, Mr. Peterman. Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” |
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| “Eighty?” |
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| “Correct. And what’s the speed limit?” |
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| “Sixty-five?” |
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| “Also correct. Mr. Peterman, I’m going to need you to get out of the car.” |
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| Click here to discover just how much trouble Jack has brought down on himself by breaking the law on this sexy cops shift! | |
Posted: 6:08 PM, Wednesday, June 20 in Raw Sex |
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By The Campfire
| Simone took several deep breaths of the cool night air with satisfaction. |
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| The stars were out, and the night was unusually warm. |
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| Crickets chirped conspiratorially, sharing their own secrets, oblivious to the human intruders in their midst. |
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Surprisingly for this time of year, they were alone at the campsite. |
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It was just her and Gavin, both of them thrilled to have the place to themselves, surrounded by the towering trees of the forest, snug within the circle of light from the glowing fire.
They’d hiked several miles that day, bathed by a waterfall and shared a simple evening meal.
They’d said few words all day, each comfortable in the other’s company and not fearful of silence. |
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| Now Gavin emerged from the tent and spread his beloved and extremely scruffy “bear rug” on the ground by the fire. |
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| Grinning, he sat on it and patted the empty space beside him. |
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| “Saved a spot for you.” |
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| Click here to read "By The Campfire" and other exclusive sex stories at For The Girls Ezine and Erotica for Women |
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| This story is just a sample from the huge collection of erotic fiction available at For The Girls. |
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| All the sex stories featured at For The Girls have been individually written by qualified writers. This means there's no awful spelling, no cliches, and no guy-who-cleans-the-pool scenarios. Everything has been written with female readers in mind, so you get MORE female-friendly sex scenes, |
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| BELIEVEABLE female viewpoints, and HOTTER erotic fantasies. |
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| Do you have a talent for storytelling? |
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| Then remember to take a look at the competition now being run by For The Girls. We have a link at the top of the page. | |
Posted: 8:08 PM, Tuesday, June 12 in Romantic |
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Audio Stories From Hot Movies For Her
| Do you remember how when you were little and people used to read to you? |
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| Just how lovely it was to relax and enjoy the story as it unfolded and transported you into another world. |
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| A world filled with exciting charecters who lived glamorous lives. |
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| Re-capture that luxury with audio stories from Hot Movies For Her, but our stories are not for little girls ... these are most definitely for big girls! |
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| Melt Away's romantic, short audio stories include passionate tales of new beginnings, giving and adoring husbands spoiling their busy wives, not so chance meetings, and more, so much more. |
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| Each sensual story excites the imagination and provides a quick respite from the stress of living in today's hectic world. |
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| The professional writers create engaging characters brought to life by the soothing, sexy signature voices of Sounds Publishing. |
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Melt Away Sugar Series - A Night At The Theater |
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| Imagine sitting in a dark theater, a strange, but highly attractive man next to you, and his hand brushes against your thigh in the dark. |
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| Your excited and aroused, what do you do? |
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| A Night At The Theater grants us an inside view of one woman's reaction to this precise encounter. |
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| Listen and imagine what would you do? | | |
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Melt Away Sugar Series- Ice Cream Sunday |
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| What is more erotic than making love to your husband or wife on a cold fall night?... |
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| Making love with a tray of ice cream with all the toppings! |
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| In Ice Cream Sunday, Kelsey and Michael bring some ice cream fun into the bedroom and it makes for some interesting foreplay. |
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| Melt Away are just one of the studios whose audio stories are available from Hot Movies For Her. |
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| Hot Movies For Her has over 140 audio stories available so if these don't appeal we are sure to have something you will enjoy. |
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| We have arranged for you to receive 20 minutes free when you register with Hot Movies For Her. Your free minutes are redeemable against these audio stories. |
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Posted: 10:19 PM, Tuesday, June 5 in Audio Stories |
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Cosmopolitan's "Over 100" Series
| Every girl know that if they have a sex related question that they are unable to ask even their best friend about the answer is likely to be contained with the pages of this months Cosmopolitan. |
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| We even shorten the name to "Cosmo" it is such a friend to us. |
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| So when I spotted the "Over 100" set of books by the writers from Cosmo I had to include them here and share my find. |
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| There really is something for every girl here. |
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| Hell! every single one is usefull ... so forget that pair of shoes this week and invest in ALL these books. |
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| I am sure you won't regret it! |
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| For loads more erotic books and sex manuals you can't afford to miss LoveHoney's Book Section |
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Posted: 10:47 PM, Tuesday, May 29 in Erotic Books |
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