Wet and Wild–2nd Edition is Avalable Now

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When two best buds seek revenge on an old high school rival, wet and wild hardly describes the wicked day Patricia, Davida and Lisa have at a water park.

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Born on the same day and in the same maternity ward, Patricia and Davida have been friends since the cradle. Theirs is a rock-solid friendship up until high school, when one pretty, hot and tempting Lisa “Diva” cheerleader gets between them with her relentless flirting and vicious lies. Their bond at the umbilical cord is severed, but not for long.

Ten years later, Patricia and Davida meet Lisa again. This time, revenge and salacious sex of the wet and wild kind might just put their past to rest.

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. . . I was tempted to reach Davida and call off the prank, but I got so involved watching Lisa soap up, the moment passed. When she washed my back, I nearly drowned in desire. I prayed she couldn’t detect how her actions had turned me on. Sharing a narrow stream of water that had to be restarted every couple of seconds meant standing real close. The delicious sensations racing through my body . . . reduced me to a trembling wreck.
At first, I didn’t notice we had company. When I moved my face out from under the water and turned, Davida was there, buck-naked. She had Lisa in a hold, stealing her breath away in a fierce, almost mean-spirited kiss that left Lisa visibly shaken, but obviously aroused. Her nipples and goose flesh were a dead giveaway.

Start the weekend off with a new haircut…

…courtesy of a New ‘Nude’ Neighbor.
With a looming deadline to complete her doctoral thesis too close for comfort, the last thing Dane needs is one more distraction. When a sexy woman rings her bell and claims to be her new neighbor, all thoughts of cerebral pursuits fly right out of Dane’s head and settle directly in her crotch.
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As luck would have it, rejuvenated creativity and the erotic theme of a classic text started my juices flowing, especially after reading a saucy scene about kissing, perfume, and breasts, and yes, I could really get into that. All at once, my head cleared. Everything made perfect sense. I had begun to expand upon ideas and tie up loose ends–my fingers flying over the keyboard–when the doorbell rang.
“Now what?”
I stood up abruptly and this time the chair shot across the floor. Luckily, the wheels caught in the shag pile throw rug before the seat reached the wall, or worse, knocked over my extensive DVD collection.
In rapid succession, the doorbell sounded twice more. Our fearless Maltese-Yorkies, Romeo and Juliette, barked their furry white heads off and got underfoot, adding to my frustration. In a huff, I inadvertently stepped on Juliette’s tail.
“Sorry, Jules,” I muttered and yanked the door open, still cursing, prepared to send the intruder away, but I caught my breath in midair instead. I choked and sputtered as if I’d inhaled a bumblebee.
“Howdy there, neighbor.” She offered a delicate, well-manicured hand.
“I’m Lexi.” Her painted fingernails matched the pink shade of her lipstick both complimenting her ivory complexion and the long blonde hair that cascaded past her waist and brushed her backside. I opened the door wider, gently shooed the dogs back, and stepped out onto the porch. The sun, well into its descent towards the horizon, provided the perfect backdrop for her exquisite beauty.
“Dane,” I managed. The scripted pink letters across the front of her sheer, white belly shirt drew my gaze to her cleavage. I hoped my lips hadn’t formed the word wow, gazing at a deep vee neckline showing enough of her voluptuous breasts to whet my appetite. It was difficult, but I made a conscious effort to put my tongue back inside my mouth.

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Cate has vacationed in the tropics with her best friend, Joy, for years. Much to her dismay, she finds her sex-crazed-self wanting more than a perfect travel companion or a quick romp, except Joy is off-limits. How will Cate avoid erupting like a volcano if Joy ignores her advances?

Cate and Joy are best friends, business partners, and travel buddies. Everything is perfect…a lush tropical island, white sandy beaches, a sparkling swimming pool and a cozy bedroom…until Cate finds herself suffering from acute sexual frustration. Joy fights the inevitable and avoids taking their friendship to the next level. After all, according to Joy, best friends don’t fuck and there’s too much to lose if it doesn’t work out. Would you take the plunge?

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“What do you mean you gave away our room?” Joy demanded.
“I’m sorry, Miss. It was an oversight.” The clerk didn’t look all that sorry. Joy looked like she was about to rearrange his meek face. I saw the pulse in her neck beat in sync with my heart.
“Well, you’d better check again because we were confirmed.”
“I have one room left.” He glanced up from the screen. “But it has only one king- sized bed.”
“We’ll take it,” I said, pushing Joy out of the way with my hip. I took our keys while her stare bored through my head. “We’re adults. Surely, we can manage to share a bed without touching.”
Joy looked as skeptical as I felt, but she silently agreed, and we went to get settled.
“You’d better keep to your side, Cate.” Joy dumped her duffle bag on the bed, choosing the right. “And no parading around here in your underwear or naked. Deal?”
“Sure thing, boss.” I flashed a toothy grin. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. No eating in bed.”
“I guess sex is out then, too.”
She threw a ball of socks and hit me squarely on the jaw. I cracked up and beat her to the bathroom. We took turns changing into swimsuits and headed out for fun in the sun. Joy complained about lathering sunscreen on my back, but her massage affected me to the tips of my toes in a sweet torture that collected in my clit.
The hotel pool had waterslides, underwater bars, and even an aquarium. As I watched Joy swim laps, I fell deeper in love. We spent the day parasailing and alternating between snorkeling in the surf and swimming in the pool.
That night, we retired to our room and undressed for bed. Joy wore sweats and I thought she’d die of heat frustration. I didn’t sleep a wink with her near enough for me to tell she couldn’t sleep either. Counting her breaths didn’t help lull me. I fought the urge to tackle her as she lay at the very edge of the mattress. Less than an inch and she’d be on the floor.
“Well, goodnight then.” Her voice was thick and huskier than usual.
“Night, Joy. Sleep tight.”

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

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Barbara is a ‘totally’ straight married mom living in comfortable hetero-privilege. She has never had reason to suspect she was a lesbian before. Soon after a total hysterectomy, fate intervenes and throws her ordered life into total chaos. Further complications ensue when she finds herself attracted to women, and then falls in love with Adina, who is also a married woman with children. What is Barbara to do when a hot and steamy affair threatens her world and rocks her soul in a way she never imagined?

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“I’m sorry, Barbie, I don’t know what came over me.” Her voice faltered and her beautiful smile slid into a contorted frown.
I couldn’t allow that. She’d get wrinkles in her flawless complexion, so I did what any good friend would do. I kissed her. And this time, seconds slowed to lust-filled moments, followed by hours. My sense of self awakened. I needed to embrace every part of her body. I savored how smooth and creamy her skin felt, especially her face, and reveled in her all-consuming response to my touch. I explored the inside of her mouth with my tongue and cherished her flesh with eager hands. I longed to make love to her until I had memorized each hill and valley in what promised to be the most treasured and pleasant journey of my life.
She entangled her fingers in my hair and clutched my head in a seductive hold. I used my hands to grope her back and grip her ass and to maneuver our bodies until we were completely attached to each other from our lips to our breasts. I pushed my crotch against her thigh and kissed her deeper still. She responded by fondling my hardened nipples.
“Oh, my God,” I said, following the most satisfying kiss I’d ever had. “I can’t get enough of you—”
“Nor I, you.”
“Follow me,” I said, taking her hand. I led her to the spare bedroom off the kitchen. It was the closest place, and my body couldn’t wait any longer.
Once inside the room, I turned to face her again. My resolve wavered. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, praying she wouldn’t back down.

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In a well-attended civil ceremony, Lauren made an honest woman out of the only girl she ever loved. Lauren and Sue had it all—a modest home in a trendy neighborhood, two wonderful children, a thriving catering business, and an enviable relationship. Most everyone thought their life was ideal. And it was. Until Sue lost interest in preserving the very elements that formed the foundation of their devotion, and Lauren committed the ultimate sin that threatened to destroy everything they had built.

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“Let’s get you something dry to wear.” Carole walked demurely out of the garage, and I bit my lip hard at one look at her ass.

“Wait here.” She was back in minutes, holding a pair of black nylon pants with elastic around the waist and ankles decorated with double white stripes on the outer legs. They looked brand new, and while outdated, at least they were dry. In her other hand, she had an unopened package of Hanes undershirts. “These were going to the Salvation Army, sorry, but I hope this will be okay for now. You can change in the bathroom over there.” She pointed to a door off the kitchen and opposite the formal dining area.

I couldn’t decide between keeping my wet underwear on or not and opted to be dry, only the white t-shirt without a bra was more revealing than I’d planned; at least the nylon pants had a cotton lining. I reasoned that I could always ask for a loaner sweater to cover my tits, now that my nips were like two sharp, obvious points.

The moment she spotted me, her eyes enlarged as she gobbled me up in her gaze. It had been forever since anyone looked at me with that much lust. Talk about the top ten feel-good moments, and this one rated pretty high up on the list. She may have cleared her throat, but I was too busy clearing mine to be sure.

When she spoke, her voice was lower and huskier than before. “Sit, please. With my luncheon cancelled, you must help me eat all these goodies.”

We drank coffee and consumed rich desserts on fine china with polished silverware by candlelight.

I wolfed down a super-rich, dark-chocolate truffle that completely melted in my mouth. Sue had truly outdone herself. I’d have thanked her, if I wasn’t still angry about another fight on the same old subject. I couldn’t help it if the kids got all excited to see me and refused to go to bed. I reached for a homemade cannoli this time. Sue started with the freshest ingredients and had a gift in culinary arts. “These are sinful,” I said, between luscious bites and too absorbed in these tantalizing sensations from my taste buds to another bud enlarging in my lower region. Chocolate was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and its mood-enhancing properties faithfully landed in my crotch. “It’s a shame that eating too many of these will make us fat.”

“We could work it off.” Carole winked with a wanton look in her eyes.

Warning bells blared in my brain above the howling winds. “We could, but we’re not going there.” I pushed away from the table and stood as firmly as I could.

“Why not? Doug installed the latest in exercise technology.”

“We have no power, remember?”

“Oh, right. What did you mean by not going there?” She lifted her cup off the saucer and tentatively took a sip of the tepid brew. “You’re one hard nut to crack.”

“And you’re an insufferable tease.”

“How so?”

“By flaunting your butt in my face, for starters.”

“I do not!”

“What do you call the alluring outfits you wear whenever I come to deliver?”

“Why don’t you deliver and find out?”

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In Climbing Rocks Sabrina Alverez had always wanted to see the panoramic view of the Sierra Nevada from Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park. What she hadn’t figured on was casting her glance on her savoir, Park Ranger the Lacey Anderson, instead. Was it luck, fate, or both that Lacey was there to rescue Sabrina?
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Get a grip, Sabrina!
The internal scolding did nothing for my courage. Irrational fear kept me from enjoying the breathtaking panorama of the Sierra Nevada. I longed to see the Great Western Divide, but instead, I was looking at a rock when my eyes weren’t cemented shut. Another silent pep talk and at least I was able to realize that this had to be among the most incredible backdrops I had ever seen. I didn’t dare look down at the spectacular view of the San Joaquin Valley floor, so I looked up instead. That’s when the most incredible sight of all appeared as if by divine intervention.
Heading my way was a slender, long-limbed, blonde-haired apparition in a full forest ranger uniform. The woman captivated me with her piercing blue eyes that matched the sky on a crystal clear day. She drew closer, and I lost my bearings.
“May I help you, Miss?”
Her tone was professional, yet concerned. Up close, her skin was as white as the cumulus clouds that surrounded us. I managed a weak reply before I remembered my fear of heights. A warm smile lit up her entire face despite the shadow cast by her ranger’s hat. Looking at her deep dimples quashed what was left of my breath. The last thing I recalled before I passed out was the dead weight of my body as my knees buckled.

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In Risky Pursuit
it’s time to celebrate Sabrina Alverez and Lacey Anderson’s twenty-first anniversary climb atop Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park. Sabrina has overridden her fear of heights to please her girlfriend, at least for this yearly excursion, but she wonders if Lacey, an adventurous park ranger, has lost her mind when she suggests they make love once they get there. What Sabrina doesn’t know is what other risky pursuits Lacey has up her sleeve.
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Sabrina Alverez and Lacey Anderson are still “Climbing Rocks” in the continuation of their love story. More enamored than ever, Sabrina can’t get enough of her girlfriend and would do just about anything to make her happy. But what if Lacey’s idea of fun scares Sabrina out of her mind? Will she make it to the top of Moro Rock, ~6,725 feet above sea level, another year, only this time to have mind-blowing sex, in public?
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“I’ll miss you all day long.” I pouted. “I wish you didn’t have to work weekends.”
“Me too. But you’ll have the whole day to yourself. Our anniversary is coming up soon. Why don’t you research vacation destinations to celebrate twenty-one of the best years of my life?”
“You mean our lives. Hey, we always climb Moro Rock and pop a bottle of Champagne.”
“We can do that again, but I was thinking more along the lines of something, I don’t know, more risky.”
I took a step back. Just contemplating daring feats others find exhilarating elevated my fear factor quadruple fold. “Perhaps you don’t remember how scared shitless I am of heights. Isn’t climbing somewhere shy of 6,725 feet risky enough?”
Lacey pulled me back into her embrace. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks, but please don’t suggest jumping out of airplanes or hang gliding because it’s not happening in this lifetime, or ever.”
“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of a new pursuit. What would you say to mind-blowing sex, both of us as naked as the day we were born, right there on top of old Moro Rock?”

“Better Than Vibrators” is out now in “Ageless Erotica” and anthology you won’t want to miss!

Ageless Erotica is a steamy anthology of erotic stories and memoir essays written for a mature audience by writers over the age of 50. Edited by senior sex expert and advocate Joan Price, this collection is full of erotica seniors can relate to—embracing the agelessness of sexuality while still encompassing the changes that accompany aging. Some selections are tender and loving, while others are edgy and kinky. But whether characters are going solo, having spicy sex with partners they love and have loved for decades, or engaging in casual encounters, every story included in these pages aims to arouse and to rejoice in the sensual side of aging.

A groundbreaking collection of erotica for seniors, Ageless Erotica is a stimulating celebration of the many pleasures of “well-seasoned” sex.Ageless Erotica edited by Joan Price

Ageless Erotica
Edited by Joan Price
Seal Press, 2013
The following is taken from Joan Price’s blog at Be sure to visit Joan’s blog often, you’ll be glad you did!
What would it look like if talented writers over age fifty wrote erotica featuring steamy, sexy characters who were also over fifty? Now we know. Ageless Erotica is a ground-breaking anthology of erotic short stories and memoir essays presenting women and men, couples and singles, straight and gay, who are over fifty, sixty, seventy, and beyond – all enjoying and sharing their erotic moments.

This is not your usual erotica with a few wrinkles slapped on — these are stories that show how hot sex can be at our age. This collection embraces the agelessness of sexuality while still realistically acknowledging the changes that accompany aging.

Ageless Erotica is a stimulating celebration of the many pleasures of “well-seasoned” sex. In this anthology, age is accepted, celebrated, and sensually enjoyed. Some selections are tender and loving, while others are edgy and kinky. Characters may be having spicy sex with partners they have loved for decades; or with new loves, old loves reunited, or forbidden partners; or solo with fantasies. Ageless Erotica has it all, portraying older-age sexuality as healthy, lusty, and glorious.

INTRODUCTION by Joan Price
TO BED by Erobintica
SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING BLUE by Nancy Weber
DOLORES PARK by Dale Chase
INVITATION TO LUNCH by Donna George Storey
OTHER PEOPLE’S STUFF by Susan St. Aubin
LADY BELLA by I.G. Frederick
HAND JOBS by Kate Dominic
SMOOTH AND SLIPPERY by Doug Harrison
TONY TEMPO by Tsaurah Litzky
BETTER THAN VIBRATORS by Cheri Crystal
AFTER TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS by Dorothy Freed
MY NEW VAGINA by Audrienne Roberts Womack
TRAIN RIDE by Harris Tweed
AT THE WANE OF THE MOON by Bill Noble
PEAS IN A POD by Maryn Blackburn
ENDLESS PRAISE, TIMELESS LOVE by Linda Poelzl
THE HOTEL LOUNGE by Skyler Karadan
COMING FULL CIRCLE by Cela Winter
GEORGE by Lorna Lee
IN THE MEANTIME by Miriam Kura
MR. SMITH, MS. JONES WILL SEE YOU NOW by D.L. King
JAGUAR DREAMS by Evvy Lynn
TOAST FOR BREAKFAST by Cheyenne Blue
BY THE BOOK by Rae Padilla Francoeur
BLIND, NOT DEAD by Johnny Dragona
AFTER DINNER EUPHORIA by Peter Baltensperger
THE WACKY IRAQI, THE SHAMAN LOVER, AND ME by Erica Manfred
BEYOND THE DOUBLE DOORS by Sue Katz
MORNING by Belle Burroughs Shepherd

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IMAGINED


Joanie faces another lonely New Year’s Eve without her partner of almost thirty years. Lily, her one true love, has been gone for two years. Can she ever hope to find happiness when she blames herself for Lily’s absence and won’t let her go?

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Well, well, I thought. My friend has finally gotten her ass over here. “Barb, it’s about time you showed up,” I said, realizing too late that I was wasting my breath since Barb had obviously stood me up. I blinked several times to clear the sticky remnants of sleep out of my eyes and focused on my surroundings.

A sense of calm washed over me, only to be followed by one of impending chaos. That’s when a cold front whooshed through the stale heated air, crackling as if fraught with electric charges. The laundry room adopted a surreal aura as though I had landed back in my dream, but I was awake. Wasn’t I? Brilliance obscured my vision for the briefest instant, less time than it takes to blink. And then she appeared. Lovelier than the last time I saw her on that fateful morning before I’d left for work. The ache in my heart returned full force.

Gone were the emptiest years of my life, for here she stood. Finally, my one true love had returned. Waves of golden, silky hair framed her pure as snow complexion, falling in tendrils to brush the shoulders of the royal blue satin gown that matched her eyes. Not trusting my vision, I roughly rubbed my eyes with my knuckles this time and opened them again, slowly, and focused on her delicate frame—she had always appeared fragile, but I knew she was like steel inside where it counted. I thought I’d burst. I was overcome with emotion. Immobilized, I didn’t dare breathe, fearful that one sudden move and she’d vanish again, this time forever. Yet I had such hope in my heart, unlimited want in my soul, and endless need everywhere else. I couldn’t summon a sound, but I had to touch her. I needed to feel her soft skin with my fingers and hear her sweet wisdom, for she knew me best. I missed her special cuddles and caresses and the way one look, without a peep, spoke volumes. I could be quite a cynic, but not my girl. She was pure through and through. I had loved teasing her optimism, testing her patience, and toying with her emotions. She would return the favor with unconditional love and torturous tickles.