Ecoerotica (erotic erotica anthology)

From Greek to Roman to Norse and everything in between, you will be transported to faraway lands and immersed in the stories of mythical beings and sexy gods and goddesses in this fourteen story eXcessica anthology.

Stories included by Dakota Trace, Ava James, Cherry Lee, Carl Hose, Erin O'Riordan, Ursula Grey, M.E. Hydra, Deb Varva, Elliott Mabeuse, Raev Gray and Aleksandr Voinov, J.E. Taylor, Selena Kitt and J.M. Snyder

EXCERPT from "The Bacchae" by Elliott Mabeuse

With a whimper of urgency Penelope fell back on the blanket and Meneus covered her body with his own, feeling her warmth. Now that she knew what to do with her mouth, she was all over him with all the eagerness of her youth and with a boldness that surprised both of them. He felt her tremble as his hands found her body beneath her chiton and took her breasts in his hands, small and perfect, her nipples already stiff with excitement.

"Penelope..." he sighed as she kissed him.

In her excitement she rolled him over on his back and he let her, amused at her audacity. He hadn't expected her to be such an eager lover, but perhaps there truly was some excitement in the air from the Dionysia. Perhaps even Penelope felt its effects.

He felt her hands hurriedly parting his cloak, searching for him, and he lie uncomplaining on his back beneath the stars, waiting to see what she would do. She grasped the hem of his tunic and threw it back, suddenly exposing his cock, erect and proud like a column of ivory in the silvery moonlight, his foreskin back, the head glistening. She gasped with excitement.

"Oh Meneus!" she said, taking his cock in her small hand. "It's magnificent!"

He laughed. "It's the first one you've ever seen." he said.

Penelope objected. "Not so. I've seen the boys in the gymnasium."

"But not erect."

"No," she said, "Not like this!" She slid down his body for a closer look.

"Let me kiss it, Meneus! May I kiss it? Oh, I must!"

He watched astonished as she lowered her face to his cock and planted a soft, wet kiss on it, then opened her mouth and took him inside. Never had a girl done this to him before, and he certainly hadn't expected it of little Penelope. It filled him with sudden hot lust for her, not just from the sensation but from the appearance of her subservience as she closed her eyes in bliss, holding him in her hot wet mouth, exploring him with her tongue. He wondered briefly where she had learned such a thing, but then as her pink lips slid up the length of his aching rod he stopped thinking of anything.

The entire world seemed to go silent and watch as Penelope slaved over his loins, sucking on him with her soft, virginal mouth.

Spring is a time of beginnings - after a gradual thaw, the melting of one season into next, comes a bright renewal - the exciting, passionate bloom of love, youth, new life, chances to begin again and all the rituals of re-birth. As the world blooms open again, so does the human longing for re-connection, both emotionally and physically. Come join your favorite eXcessica authors in this sensual, seasonal anthology, bringing you the best of all things sexy in the spring!

(Edited by Selena Kitt, stories by Molly Wens, Giselle Renarde, Amicus, Sabb, Rachelle Le Monnier, Kiki Howell, Sommer Marsden, Vicki Paradise, Jennifer Campbell, Dakota Trace, Marshall Ian Key and Karenna Colcroft)

EXCERPT (From "Spring Fever" by Giselle Renarde):

Connorreleased a lever and the seat sloped into the trunk. So this is why people buy  hatchbacks... "You want to...?" His voice was neither deeply masculine nor liltingly feminine. It was just Connor.

"So badly..." I told him, turning his skirt until the zipper at the side faced the front. Pressing a bewildered Connor down into the slanted seat, I unzipped. He took off his glasses. "Oh my God, Connor, you have the most beautiful eyes. You have no idea."

Under the silk hose, he wore these old school panties like frilly boy shorts. Luckily the zipper on his tweed skirt was long enough that I could pull down his silky drawers and pull out his elusive cock. It jerked forward in my hand. As I slipped on the condom, his pink-nailed fingers strayed under the cover of my thong. They slid slowly against my pussy lips until I lunged at Connor's mouth, sucking the breath from his lungs. "God, you're a good kisser, Connor."

He might have returned the compliment, had I let him up for air. I climbed on top of Connor dressed as a woman and eased him into my wet cunt. This was beyond my wildest fantasies, beyond anything I could have dreamed up. Kissing his mouth as I thrust my clit against his pelvis, I floated atop the pillowy paunch and big boobs concealed by a pink sweater. Grasping my ass, he massaged that yielding flesh in circular motions. I found the lever and pulled the seat upright, or nearly so. Wrapping my little bunny legs around his core, I moved on him slower and slower until I could feel every inch of his hard cock against every cell of my cunt. Arms around his neck, I lifted my body and descended, lifted and dropped.

We stopped kissing. He looked down at me and I up at him, our  magnetic noses touching. His face was bright pink under the foundation and his eyes sparkled blue. I was breathing so hard my lungs seemed to take up half my body while Connor's cock took up the other half. "I haven't been this happy since...I don't know," I wheezed, unable to break away from his penetrating gaze. "You make me so, so, so happy, Connor."

The more I focused on my breath, the more rooted I became in the idea of Connor as the mighty oak in the sky that was me. He was yielding and powerful. I kissed him again, madly, pulling him into me, against me, everywhere at once. His hands were on my back, on my ass, squeezing, pressing as his tongue fought wildly against mine. My whole body quaked as my cunt latched onto the stake driving through it. It was Connor. Everything was Connor. My core leapt and locked and I fastened myself to him like an insane koala bear as he whined and yelped and threw his head over my shoulder.

It's romance at its finest, eXcessica style! With handsome heroes and spunky heroines (or sometimes two very hot heros or two sexy heroines!) no matter the hardships, misconceptions or tragedy, the happy ending will win out. And you'll get to watch it all unfold in exciting, steamy eXcesso-vision. You'll definitely get your happy-ever-after moment--and so very much more--over and over in this baker's dozen anthology.

Stories included by: Selena Kitt, Sommer Marsden, Chelsea Fox, Emma Hillman, Saskia Walker, Kiki Howell, Brooke Adams, Erin O'Riordan, Bekki Lynn, J.M. Snyder, Vanessa Vrialdi and Vivian Vincent.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, and a plethora of happily ever afters!

EXCERPT from "Finally" by Emma Hillman:

It was easier said than done, it soon became clear. He'd only taken my shirt off and I was already thinking of running away. "Shhh, calm down." He grabbed my head in both palms and forced me to look at him. "We're going to take it slow, okay?"

"But what if it's too slow? For you, I mean? I'm sure you're gonna want--" I was interrupted by his fingers on my mouth.

"Don't say it, don't even think it. I have enough willpower!" I couldn't help it, I giggled at his outraged expression. "There, that's what I like to hear." He grinned and moved his hands up my sides.

I fidgeted under him, feeling restless. "I don't know what to do."

"Then just lie there, and let me work my magic."

"Magic, uh?"

"Oh yeah, baby. My fingers are magic. So are my hips actually." I grinned at the thought. "But even better than that, you have yet to feel my tongue."

"You've got a magic tongue?" I teased, trying to ignore his hands on me.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of it?" He smirked, opening his lips to wiggle his tongue at me. "It's famous worldwide, you know. It'll make you feel things you wouldn't even have dreamt of."

"Suuuure," I replied, tensing when his fingers brushed the undersides of my breasts. Even through the satin of my bra, I could still feel his light touch. And it wasn't that I didn't like it, it's just that I knew what came next. And I couldn't face going through it again.

"Lucy!"

I snapped back to the present. "Yes?"

"Focus on me, baby." He nudged my head up. "Look at me, okay?" I nodded and complied. Our gazes held as he slowly traced the patterns decorating my bra, dipping down until his fingers closed around the front clasp. With one quick move, it was open, and I felt air brush my skin. Oh god. "I said, focus. Yoohoo!"

I shook my head. "You're nuts."

"I know." He grinned almost proudly.

"Funny guy."

"I try," he replied, but this time, it wasn't as strong. It actually sounded as if he wasn't paying attention.

"Gabe?"

"Uh?"

His palms were cupping my breasts now, weighing them, his fingers spreading over my sensitive skin. His thumbs hit my nipples, but even if it felt good, something was still off. "Gabe?" I knew that faraway look. He was lost in the sensations and nothing I'd say would matter. I had to get away. I couldn't stay there while he touched me. He didn't care. He just wanted to take his pleasure and then he'd leave and I'd be--

"Lucy!"

I sat up and hid my breasts. "I can't do this."

"Yes, you can. You were doing great."

"No, I wasn't," I hissed back, scrambling to get off the bed.

"Fuck this!" he said, before grabbing my flaying legs. He pulled until I was once again on my back. Except this time, hands were running all over my body, tugging at my clothes. I watched as a demented Gabe undressed me, tearing at the zipper that held my skirt. Drawing it down my legs, my thong bunched with it.

I was naked.