In THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME GIVE IN Charlotte Stein writes fifteen hot stories of lust and love between many people.
These stories vary in length and subject but each one is as sexy as the next one. Every story is well written and fast paced bringing the reader into the author's world. This book contains a wide variety of tales from a professor that has his own unique way to teach his students, a party among friends with a surprise ending, a couple enjoying phone sex to neighbors who watch each other from across the way through their windows and many more plots. Every story is a good one but if I had to choose just one I would have to say my favorite tale would be Different on the inside. The heat that develops between Una and Gabe is very intense and makes the short story an interesting read. I enjoyed reading about Una and her realization that people are different and that those differences are one of the things that make someone special.
Being able to read a few short stories from this author is a nice introduction to their work and enables the reader to decide whether or not they enjoy this author. I know I will be looking to see if Charlotte Stein has written any longer books myself. If you are looking for some quick and sexy reading material this book is definitely it. This author brings you into a new world with each and every story and keeps the readers interest until the end of the tale. Being as short as they were it was easy to devour a story or two every time I sat down with this book. With characters that are very sensual and with many plausible storylines you should definitely check this book out.
Girls who go after what they want no matter what the cost,
boys who like to flash their dark sides, voyeurism for
beginners and cheating lovers ...
Charlotte Stein takes you
on a journey through all the facets of female desire in
this contemporary collection of explicit and ever
intriguing short stories. Be seduced by obsessions that go
one step too far and dark desires that remove all
inhibitions. Each story takes you on a journey into all the
things that make a girl give in.
EXCERPT
Lessons
βLetβs play a game,β Steve says.
She thinks of plastic cups and saucers, tea parties, the
little hidey-house she used to play in as a girl. Of course,
there were never really any tea parties. Just her, hidden
away, making her brotherβs action figures wrestle each other.
But Steve doesnβt need to know that. She watches him whip
his dark hair out of his eyesβ beautiful eyes, really. Soft
and smarter than he seems, set in that almost too-angular
face. Brett is soft by comparison, but his big square chin
still gives him an air of the Nordic.
Maybe the game can be dress-up, and they can both put on
long wigs. Prance around in armour for her, pretending to
rape and pillage.
But instead Brett grabs her quite suddenly from behind, and
wraps a blindfold around her eyes.
He does it all in one smooth motionβ theyβre both quite
graceful, really, when they want to be. One second she can
see, the next her world is dark, with just the heavy
masculine smell of them β tinged with soap and that baby
shampoo they use β to guide her way.
She thinks she can feel their presence, though, too. Theyβre
so big, itβs hard not to be aware of themβ hulking around,
just on the periphery of her senses. Irritation skitters
through her again, but she finds herself groping for them
anyway.
They dance just out of her grasp, sniggering. They dance
until she stamps her foot and goes for the blindfold, but
Brett has tied it too tight to get off easily.
βOooh, sheβs getting mad,β Steve says, as she wrestles with it.
βYeah, she is getting kind of mad. Iβll take it off if you
want, Lacey.β
She turns to glare at him through whatever is over her eyes,
and actually hears him shuffle with the knowledge of his own
wrongdoing. A slap rings out, and she knows Steve has struck
his friend. On the upper arm, maybeβ somewhere solid.
The blindfold stays on. The blindfold stays on, and hands
are suddenly back on her hips. Steveβs, she suspects. The
hands rub suddenly, rudely, and then even more rudelyβ they
clasp her bottom.
She immediately goes up on tiptoe. She goes up for his gruff
words, too:
βLacey, youβve got a great ass. Come and look at this ass,
Brett.β
Brett obeys. Still contrite, she thinks, but lumbering none
the less. The floorboards creek beneath his solid mass, and
then she is boxed in by two giants with no way of seeing
either.
Another set of hands join Steveβs on her ass. Sometimes
squeezing hard enough to hurt, other times just testing,
just cupping and stroking.
Both are now breathing hard.
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