MORNING NOON AND NIGHT is a compilation of stories by
various authors about having sex every hour of the day.
There is a story of a husband and wife the morning before he
leaves on a business trip. A very creative way to use garage
sale yarn in another. Then there is the one set in an adult
bookstore. Still another shows how to make a dirty martini
with no alcohol involved. Or maybe watching a football game
with a new definition of a touchdown. Another one is a
husband who gets hourly pictures of his wife to get him in
the mood. A couple who meet on their lunch hour for a little
recreation and then there is a gang bang in a bar.
Ms. Tyler has brought together twenty four authors in tales
of hot sweaty sex in twenty four hours. The last story she
wrote herself. Each author's style is showcased in each of
the snippets in the book. Some are down and dirty and others
are not quite so raw. Most of them leave nothing to the
imagination as it's all spelled out right there in black and
white. Erotica fans I'm sure will enjoy MORNING NOON AND
NIGHT. While
this is not my chosen genre I appreciate the time and effort
each of these authors put into their work for others to enjoy.
According to statistics, men think about sex 20 times a day
and women around ten. Alison Tyler thinks about sex 24 hours
a day and the result is this sizzling collection of headily
sensual stories, Morning, Noon, and Night. Fortunately,
noted eroticist Tyler is half of a happy couple, well
matched in every way so no editor is better equipped to
curate a book of erotica designed to stimulate the minds,
hearts (not to mention everything else) and stir the souls
of couples to enjoy each other morning, noon, and night.
From delicious trysts at dawn's early light to naughty
nooners to afternoon delight and dinner in flagrante delicto
and beyond, Alison Tyler is your guide to a scorching hot
sex, anywhere, anytime.
Excerpt
Noon: Lunchtime Rendezvous Kat Watson
Dungeon, naked, 30 minutes.
Her text was simple, but I'd grown to expect her to
behave just that way in moments like this. I knew from only
those four words what she wanted. What she needed.
Squirming at my desk, I tried to focus on my work for
the next twenty minutes. I was mostly unsuccessful, but I
sent a few more emails, then let my assistant know I was
leaving for lunch. One hour was all Alex had, but she'd
make the most of it. We would make the most of it.
Almost the moment my knees hit the cold floor, my body
naked and ready for her, the front door of our home opened
and closed. Her shoes clicked against the wood, and I used
the rhythm and sound to find the place I needed in my head.
With my eyes lowered, I could only hear and smell her,
sensing her movements around the room as she got ready.
Her toes appeared in front of me, and I smiled at the
color on them from the pedicure we'd gotten together the
previous weekend. She wrapped her fingers around my chin,
lifting my head to look in my eyes.
"Ready, baby?"
Her eyes sparkled, almost daring me to say anything
other than the affirmative. My smile broke across my face
and I nodded, one quick tilt of my head.
"Up on the table."
I climbed up, facing the dark leather that covered the
padded table. My wrists and ankles moved as she positioned
them, locking them in place, opening my body for her
pleasure. When she was done, her hands ran over my skin,
warming and bringing it to life. I felt and heard the soft
sound of fur against my ass and thighs. The sting increased
when she switched toys, bringing a different sensation to
my body and mind.
I climbed higher and deeper as she continued to play
with me, to please herself, to release her mind from the
binds it had no doubt been tangled in. My body responded to
hers automatically, shifting into her movements, seeking
the pleasure only she could bring me. Once my skin was hot,
she ran the prickly tines of a metal wheel over the same
areas, making me moan loudly. I wasn't embarrassed, not
even for a minute—that was the exact purpose of this
time between us. Pleasure. Sensation.
When she was satisfied with her progress, everything I
had to offer reaffirmed as hers, she paused and unbound me.
"Turn over, my beautiful toy, it's my turn."
I gladly complied, eager to bring her the same levels of
pleasure she so often brought me. My hands found their way
around her body, pinching and pushing against her pliant
flesh. When she lowered her pussy to my mouth, I eagerly
lapped, sucked, and fucked. As she came quickly the first
time, I felt a little smug. Her clit pulsed between my
lips, a string of beautiful sounds flowing from her mouth.
"Again," she whispered.
Again, indeed. Again, and again, and again.
My fingers pushed into her carefully but steadily. I
fucked her with my mouth, my fingers, my words. She rode my
face for what felt like hours, but certainly was only a
matter of minutes. I lost track of how many times she came,
and then she turned above me. Her knees rested at my ears,
her mouth poised exactly where I was desperate for her.
A single kiss to my clit was my only reward. I could
have screamed in frustration.
"Thank you, pet. I'll meet you back here after work."
Her lithe body slid off mine, skin against skin, wasting
no opportunity to tease and torture me more. I was so very
fucked for working any more that day; my mind and body
would not focus.
By the time I arrived back at our house, I was entirely
on edge. I needed to come, I needed to release the day's
stress, and pleasure her again. I ached for her.
Kneeling in my place, I listened when she arrived, and
hoped. It was still entirely up to her if I had any release
at all or if we'd simply focus on her needs again. Either
way, I knew I'd be fine, but god, I hoped. I hoped with all
I had.
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