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  “Yeah. Do it again,” I whispered to his ear and felt my nipples stiffen.

  He did. He landed ten more blows as I wriggled against his waist. The hump of his cock pressed lower to the nowmoist slit of my pussy. “Ending the summer not with a bang but with a spank.”

  “No. With a bang now too,” I said, leaning all my weight forward.

  His eyes went wide and he managed a “Whoa” as we tipped.

  We hit the sand with a muffled thump and he was laughing now, his white teeth flashing like a predator’s in the night. I retrieved the condom from my panties and ripped the foil open with my teeth. “Cocks up!” I giggled and when I took him in hand I sighed. He was big and long and he curved just enough that I knew the friction from him would be unbearable in the best possible way.

  “No worries about that,” he said and caught a long leash of my hair in his hand, twisted it and tugged me in roughly for a kiss.

  I sucked his tongue, licking it like it was his dick and he finally said “Enough kissing. Christ. Enough kissing. Your mouth is—put it on.”

  I sheathed him, rolling the slippery rubber down over his erection and then I stood to shuck my proper little panties. “Permission to board, captain,” I said and he laughed. I couldn’t see him but the sound of his laugh warmed me.

  “Going with the full-out nautical jokes are you?”

  “Yeah. Sorry.” But then I was lowering myself onto him. My body taking each slick inch of him, feeling him spreading me and filling me and then his hands came up and found mine. Our fingers intertwined and I started to rock.

  Mike pushed his hands up as a counterbalance to me as I pushed down, forcing my body lower over his as I moved. I rocked my hips and rolled them every few minutes to press my wet clit to his warm body. The hard jut of his pelvis grinding me closer and closer to my orgasm.

  “How bad was this breakup?” Mike asked, pulling one hand free to settle it on my hips and urge me to move a bit faster. His hips came up as he drove into me from underneath. His cock nudging and pressing and stroking my G-spot with the perfect amount of force.

  It stole my breath—the barely contained feel of him—and the sand sucked seductively at my bare knees.

  “Bad enough that I’m calculating how many times we can do this before I have to leave for home.”

  I moved my hips, urgency taking me and he leaned his body up to kiss my shoulder, bite my collar bone. The orgasm rolled through me, wet and organic and as big as the ocean. Or so it felt. Mike stroked my breast. He found my bra clasp and undid it so my bra gaped open and my breasts fell free.

  “Turn over,” he said. I couldn’t see his eyes but I could read his voice and it was dark with lust. A need to come. He tugged one flowing end of my hair and the small bite of pain shot wet pleasure through my pussy.

  I climbed off and got on hands and knees. I shoved my fingers deep into the cool sand and curled them, feeling the grainy slide of it through my hands.

  “We can do it as many times as you can stand. You might even tell me a bit about yourself,” he said, laughing. His hands, big and hot compared to the night air, settled on my hips and I felt the nudge of his cock to my wet slit. Mike shoved in—going slow, dragging it out—one inch at a time as I forced myself to stay still for him and let him do this. Let him be in control.

  When he was seated deep, he tickled his fingers up my spine and I danced for him—his little beach doll moving under his gentle fingers. He was still, touching me, barely moving at all. He was so calm and so big in me that I wanted to beg him to move. Plead that he fuck me. But I bit my lip and watched the bonfire throw spears of fire into the navy blue sky.

  Finally, he started to move. His hands took up a gentle slap-tap-slap-tap on my ass as he moved and when he thrust deep, hitting just the right spot, I tossed my head back.

  My surfer boy growled, “There it is.” He grabbed the rein of my hair and yanked it, my head snapped back, my cunt grew tight and he rode me with the ocean pounding along the beach like a war drum.

  “There’s what?”

  “That wild side. The part that’s had a shitty breakup.” He tugged my hair and the pain sparked fear in me. Fear mixed with arousal and it swirled through me. I didn’t even need to touch my clit, I felt my body rolling toward another release.

  “Yes,” I said—but I was practically shouting from the sound of surf and wind.

  Out at the party someone cranked music and someone laughed, yelling loudly as a Frisbee was launched. They looked like Pagans out there dancing by the firelight.

  “Come for me one more time, Alice.”

  I shook my head for some reason. Wanting to worry about him. Wanting him to come for me, maybe. I was never good with following direction.

  He smacked my ass hard enough that my head reared back farther and when it did he yanked that tangle of hair that he held and I obeyed him. I came, a thick powerful orgasm rolling through my pussy, my pelvis. Moving like a ball of fire—or so it felt—up into my belly. Filling my chest and making my fingers tingle. I cried out to the moon that was now a big white pregnant ball in the sky.

  “Good girl,” he said in my ear, having draped his upper body over my back so he created a line along my spine with his own body. We were pressed together, a curve of human flesh as he held my waist with one arm and fucked me so hard that I gave up trying to keep my balance and leaned forward and pressed my forehead to the sand.

  That did him in, my submissive gesture, the thrust of my ass high in the air. He pressed the small of my back with one hand and drove deep, coming loud enough to rival the waves for an instant.

  He pressed me down into the sand, his warm body shielding mine from the wind. His teeth grazed my shoulder, the nape of my neck, my upper back so that I shivered with nothing at all to do with wind or chilly night air.

  “You know I’m not looking for a thing—” I turned my head so I could look at him over my shoulder.

  “Good, because neither am I.” He grinned and up close I could read his handsome face. Fun. He just wanted fun. Like me.

  “Good, so I have a question.”

  “I told you. It’s a bake. If we were boiling the seafood then—”

  “Not that,” I said, turning under him, pressing my naked gritty breasts to his hard chest.

  “What then?” Mike stroked his hand down my side and my muscles twitched and galloped with excitement.

  “How many times do you think we can do that before I have to go?”

  “When do you leave?”

  I found him rallying, squeezed his cock in my hand so it grew firmer, hoping there was another condom in his discarded jeans.

  “Two days.”

  “Oh, I think we can make good time with two whole days.”

  I laughed and kissed him. I was going to end this summer with a bang after all.

  About the Authors

  STEPHEN ALBROW was born and raised in the sunny seaside town of Lowestoft, England. Walking through its mean streets, he developed an eye, ear, and nose for all things sexual and perverse. The things he saw and heard and smelled he has since used as fodder for a whole host of filthy stories. They can be found in various notorious publications, such as Swank Confidential, Penthouse Variations, Knave, and Fiesta Digest.

  TAWNY BROWN resides in rural Alabama with her family, dog, and two cats. Ms. Brown has been writing for pleasure for several years. Her work has appeared in The Outing, Eroticus.com.au, and Leather Kissed.

  M. CHRISTIAN is the author of Dirty Words and Speaking Parts. He is the editor of The Burning Pen, Guilty Pleasures, the Best S/M Erotica series, The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road, and The Mammoth Book of Future Cops (with Maxim Jakubowksi), and other anthologies. His short fiction has appeared in over 150 books, including Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Transgendered Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and—well, you get the idea. He lives in San Francisco.

  SHANNA GERMAIN splits her time between wri
ting articles, drinking mochas, and doing “research” for her erotic stories. Her work has been published in www.cleansheets.com, Good Vibes magazine, Moxie, Nervy Girl, and Salon.com. Contact her at sgermain@comcast.net or www.shannagermain.com.

  SIMONE HARLOW is the pseudonym of a multipublished romance writer. She lives in a small Southern California town where the horses outnumber the people. The former Catholic school girl believes that one can never own too many red lipsticks, read too many books, or ever be too naughty. When not pounding away at the keyboard, Simone can be found with a tasty read, sipping martinis, and watching the pool boy.

  MICHELLE HOUSTON has been writing erotica since 1995 and has been a presence online in the erotic community since 1998, including as a member of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association since early 2002. She has been published in several anthologies and websites, and currently has her first eBook out from Renaissance eBooks. Michelle lives in the eastern United States with her husband and daughter. Read more of her writing on her personal website, www.eroticpen.net.

  DEBRA HYDE’S fiction has appeared in Erotic Travel Tales 2, Best of the Best Meat Erotica, and Ripe Fruit: Erotica for Well-Seasoned Lovers. She is a regular contributor to both www.scarletletters.com and www.yesportal.com, and maintains the pansexual weblog Pursed Lips. When it comes to summer, Debra loves the long days and warm weather but has to stay in the shade. Thanks to photosensitivity, even a little sun makes her break out in a rash. (Bummer.)

  MATTHEW I. JACKSON writes fiction in Tasmania, where he lives with his partner and two of their three children. He has also written under the names of M. I. Jack and Matti Jackson, and his work has been published in Sauce and at www.pinkflamingo.com, www.cleansheets.com, and www.thermoerotic.com. He can be contacted at mijackwriting@hotmail.com.

  As of this writing, MAXIM JAKUBOWSKI is on a Caribbean island, most often in a state of undress, surrounded by beautiful women in a similar state of nonattire. Blame it on sun, sand, and food, but this provokes little lust in his heart. However, in civilian life, he lives in London where he edits the Mammoth Book of Erotica anthology series and crime novels full of lust and yearning (latest is Kiss Me Sadly), owns a mystery bookshop, organizes film and literary festivals, and writes for The Guardian and Amazon.co.uk. His newest novel is Confessions of a Romantic Pornographer.

  LYNNE JAMNECK’S fiction has appeared in Best Lesbian Erotica 2003, On Our Backs, www.bloodlust-uk.com, and www.cleansheets.com. Upcoming work will appear in Lesbian Erotica: Delicate Friction, Raging Horrormones, and Darkways of the Wizard. Her photography has appeared in SHOTS, DIVA, Curve, The Sun, and the International Journal of Erotica. (www.DiversePublications.co.uk). Art credits include work at The Dream People, The Dream Zone, EOTU E-zine, and work currently on display at www.epilogue.net and www.artwanted.com.

  JT LANGDON is the vegetarian-Buddhist-lover-of-chocolate responsible for the erotic lesbian novels Lady Davenport’s Slave I: The Collaring of Amber, Lady Davenport’s Slave II: The Claiming of Amber, Sisters of Omega Pi, and Hard Time. Despite numerous requests that she leave, some made with pitchforks, JT still lives in the midwestern United States.

  SOMMER MARSDEN is the wine-swigging, wiener-dogowning Baltimore writer responsible for Learning To Drown, Hard Lessons, Lucky 13 and various other erotic novels. Visit her at sommermarsden.blogspot.com.

  TOM PICCIRILLI is the author of eleven novels, including The Night Class, A Choir of Ill Children, A Lower Deep, Hexes, The Deceased, and Grave Men. He has published over 130 stories in the mystery, horror, erotica, and science fiction genres. Tom has been a final nominee for the World Fantasy Award and is a three-time winner of the Bram Stoker Award. His erotica has been published in Best New Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, Noirotica 3, Hot Blood, Master, Leather, Lace & Lust, and www.venusorvixen. Learn more about him at his official website, www.tompiccirilli.com.

  THOMAS S. ROCHE’S short stories have appeared in numerous anthology series, including Best American Erotica, Best New Erotica, Sweet Life, several volumes of Naughty Stories from A to Z, and Hot Blood. With Alison Tyler, Roche coauthored His and Hers, a matching pair of erotica books.

  HELENA SETTIMANA lives in Toronto, Ontario. Her short fiction, poetry, and essays have appeared on the Web at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association (www.erotica-readers.com), www.scarletletters.com, www.cleansheets.com, and Dare. In print, her work has appeared in Best Women’s Erotica 2001 and 2002, Erotic Travel Tales, Best Bisexual Women’s Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, From Porn to Poetry: Clean Sheets Celebrates the Erotic Mind, Prometheus Desires, Shameless: Women’s Intimate Erotica, Herotica 7, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 2002, and Best of the Best Meat Erotica. When not serving deli lunches at Dominion stores, she moonlights as Features Editor at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association (www.erotica-readers.com).

  SAVANNAH STEPHENS SMITH lives and writes in Victoria, British Columbia, by the edge of the blue Pacific Ocean. When she’s not happily absorbed in writing both fiction and poetry, she works undercover as a mild-mannered office employee. A reader since she can remember turning the pages of Nancy Drew mysteries by flashlight, she began to write fiction in the 1990s. Her work has appeared at the Erotica Readers and Writers Association website (www.erotica-readers.com), www.scarletletters.com, and www.mindcaviar.com.

  SOPHIA VALENTI prefers hot summer nights over crisp fall days and fire-engine red lipstick over pretty pink gloss. She lives in New York City in an apartment with too many books and too few bookshelves. Her erotic fiction has appeared in the Harlequin Spice anthologies Alison’s Wonderland and With This Ring, I Thee Bed, as well as several Pretty Things Press books, including Kiss My Ass, Skirting the Issue, Bad Ass, and Cuffed. Visit her at sophiavalenti.blogspot.com.

  SAGE VIVANT is the proprietress of Custom Erotica Source, the home of tailor-made erotic fiction since 1998. Her work has appeared in Naughty Stories from A to Z, Best Bondage Erotica, and Down and Dirty, Maxim, Forum UK, and Erotica. She is the coeditor, with M. Christian, of Leather, Lace & Lust and Binary. Visit Custom Erotica Source at www.customeroticasource.com.

  MARK WILLIAMS is a forty-something married Chicagoan who is versatile, if nothing else. He has written everything from promotional material for Trump Plaza in Atlantic City to sketches for the WGN-TV children’s program The Bozo Show. He has been a correspondent/researcher for Playboy magazine for many years, and is a polished professional standup comedian. His erotica has appeared in Down and Dirty, Best Bondage Erotica, and Naughty Stories from A to Z.

  MICHELE ZIPP loves to fantasize, and sometimes blurs the line between fantasy and reality. She is the editor in chief of Playgirl magazine, has written numerous articles and exposés, and has conducted interviews on many passionate subjects. She lives and plays in Brooklyn, New York, and is currently working on her first novel, A Ponytail’s Crusade. Her short stories have appeared in Best Bondage Erotica and Naughty Stories from A to Z.

  About the Editor

  ALISON TYLER is a shy girl with a truly dirty mind. She is the editor of Best Bondage Erotica (Cleis Press). Over the past ten years, she has written more than twenty naughty novels, including Learning to Love It, Strictly Confidential, Sweet Thing, Sticky Fingers, and Something About Workmen (all published by Black Lace). Her novels have been translated into Japanese, Dutch, German, and Spanish. Her stories have appeared in Sweet Life and Sweet Life 2, Erotic Travel Tales and Erotic Travel Tales 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2002 and 2003, Best Fetish Erotica, and Best Lesbian Erotica 1996 (all published by Cleis Press); Wicked Words 4, 5, 6 and 8 and Best of Black Lace II (Black Lace); Best S/M Erotica and Noirotica 3 (Black Books); Sex Toy Tales (Down There Press); and The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica (Carroll & Graf).

  With longtime writing partner Dante Davidson, she is the coauthor of the best-selling anthology Bondage on a Budget, and with Thomas Roche, she is the coauthor of His and Hers (all published by Pretty Things Press). She is editor of Down & Dirty (Pretty Things Press), Juicy Erotica (Pretty Thing
s Press), Batteries Not Included (Diva), and Naughty Stories from A to Z, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 (Pretty Things Press).

  Ms. Tyler prefers a simple, elegant one-piece bathing suit....Oh, who the hell does she think she’s kidding? Just as you must have expected, she always goes nude.

  VIOLET BLUE (tinynibbles.com, @violetblue) is a bestselling, award-winning sex author and erotica editor. Considered the foremost expert on the intersection of sex and technology, she has headlined on stages at premiere tech conferences around the world, including twice at Google, Inc. She has appeared on The Oprah Winfrey Show, CNN, and many more outlets of note. Blue is a columnist for CBS Interactive on her own blog, Pulp Tech, and is regularly quoted as a sex-positive pundit everywhere from NPR to the Wall Street Journal. She lives in San Francisco.

  Copyright © 2004, 2011 Alison Tyler.

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