Travel on a journey to new places and sexual experiences with the Sex in the City series of destination erotica from Xcite Books. This volume contains four stories that take you to the heart and soul of the city, its places, people and lovers.
Volume Four: Introduction -Maxim Jakubowski Woman in White -Lisabet Sarai Manhattan Booty Call -Thomas S Roche New York Electric -Cara Bruce Cell -Ira Miller
The SEX IN THE CITY series is devoted to the unique attraction that major cities worldwide provide to lovers of all things erotic. Famous places and monuments, legendary streets and avenues, unforgettable landmarks all conjugate with our memories of loves past and present, requited and unrequited, to form a map of the heart like no other.
Brief encounters, long-lasting affairs and relationships, the glimpse of a face, of hidden flesh, eyes in a crowd, everything about cities can be sexy, naughty, provocative, dangerous and exciting. Cities are not just about monuments and museums and iconic places, they are also about people at love and play in unique surroundings. With this in mind, these anthologies of erotica will imaginatively explore the secret stories of famous cities and bring them to life, by unveiling passion and love, lust and sadness, glittering flesh and sexual temptation, the art of love and a unique sense of place.
And we thought it would be a good idea to invite some of the best writers not only of erotica, but also from the mainstream and even the crime and mystery field, to offer us specially written new stories about the hidden side of some of our favourite cities, to reveal what happens behind closed doors (and sometimes even in public). And they have delivered in trumps.
The stories you are about to read cover the whole spectrum from young love to forbidden love and every sexual variation in between. Funny, harrowing, touching, sad, joyful, every human emotion is present and how could it not be when sex and the delights of love are evoked so skilfully?
Release date:
June 30, 2011
Publisher:
Headline
Print pages:
77
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I AM RELIABLY INFORMED that the art and practice of sex is well-known outside of major cities too, but that’s another book altogether!
Our new Sex In The Cityseries is devoted to the unique attraction that major cities worldwide provide to lovers of all things erotic. Famous places and monuments, legendary streets and avenues, unforgettable landmarks all conjugate with our memories of loves past and present, requited and unrequited, to form a map of the heart like no other. Brief encounters, long-lasting affairs and relationships, the glimpse of a face, of hidden flesh, eyes in a crowd, everything about cities can be sexy, naughty, provocative, dangerous and exciting.
Cities are not just about monuments and museums and iconic places, they are also about people at love and play in unique surroundings. With this in mind, these anthologies of erotica will imaginatively explore the secret stories of famous cities and bring them to life, by unveiling passion and love, lust and sadness, glittering flesh and sexual temptation, the art of love and a unique sense of place.
And we thought it would be a good idea to invite some of the best writers not only of erotica, but also from the mainstream and even the crime and mystery field, to offer us specially written new stories about the hidden side of some of our favourite cities, to reveal what happens behind closed doors (and sometimes even in public). And they have delivered in trumps.
The stories you are about to read cover the whole spectrum from young love to forbidden love and every sexual variation in between. Funny, harrowing, touching, sad, joyful, every human emotion is present and how could it not be when sex and the delights of love are evoked so skilfully?
Our initial batch of four volumes takes us to London, New York, Paris and Dublin, all cities with a fascinating attraction to matters of the flesh and the heart. We hope you read them all and begin to collect them, and that we shall soon be offering you further excursions to the wild shores of erotic Los Angeles, Venice, Edinburgh, New Orleans, Sydney, Tokyo, Berlin, Rio, Moscow, Barcelona and beyond. Our authors are all raring to go and have already packed their imagination so they can offer you more sexy thrills …
And it’s cheaper than a plane ticket!
So, come and enjoy sex in the city.
Maxim Jakubowski
I’M NOT A STALKER. I didn’t mean to freak her out. Aie – Dios Mio!The last thing I wanted was to hurt her. I just couldn’t help myself. She was my goddess, my dream. My reason for getting up in the morning.
I didn’t know her name or where she lived, but still, I knew her. Every day I’d hunker down on my milk crate outside the Graybar entrance to Grand Central, her Times and her Wall Street Journal already set aside and ready. I’d wait for her cheery ‘Good morning’, delivered in that husky voice that sent shivers down my spine.
‘Good morning, miss.’ I’d hand her the papers. She’d give me her four bucks and a smile that turned me to jelly, then stride away on her high heels and disappear into the terminal. I’d stuff the bills, still warm from her hand, inside my shirt, as close to my skin as I could get. At night, I’d bring them out, sniffing for a hint of her perfume.
I’d lie on my cot in my cousin’s kitchen, gripping my bicho, conjuring her out of the darkness. She usually dressed in white; fitted jackets and straight skirts that were sexy but business-like. In snug clothes like that, someone with her curves should have looked trashy, but somehow she was always elegant and professional. Never mind the gold in her earlobes, the lips painted blood red, the stilettos that had her towering over me as I crouched near the pavement. She had class.
I loved to imagine what she might have on underneath. Smooth silk cradling her swelling breasts, the snowy lace a shocking contrast to her espresso-dark skin. Pale satin hugging that ripe ass and vanishing into the cleft between her thighs. I’d be hard in a minute from the pictures I painted for myself.
Her voice was in my ear, low and raw. ‘Come on, baby. Give it to me,’ she’d tease. She would straddle me, tits dangling in my face, brushing her pussy hair over my dick. I’d grab her meaty hips and pull her down onto my rod. Her moans drowned out the traffic, the sirens, the thud of my cousin’s bed as he banged his girl in the next room.
It didn’t matter how raunchy she talked. She was always a lady, even when I rammed her from behind, making her curse and clench her pussy around my dick. She was my beautiful black queen. She was practically my saint. I worshipped her with my come, pouring it out for her by the gallon. It was the only thing I could give her, aside from her papers and my nervous greeting.
She showed up every work day around eight, more predictable than the sun. Before her arrival, my heart slamming against my ribs, I kept my eyes on the crowded sidewalk, watching for the first glimpse of her curvy form coming up Lexington. After she left, I’d replay the memories: the twinkle in her eyes, her throaty laugh as she bid me good day. Had she been a bit more friendly today? Had she smiled more warmly, lingered a bit longer than usual? She hurried off to what must be some important job, maybe down on Wall Street, leaving me aching but happy.
Weekends and holidays, without my daily dose of her magic, I was miserable. Then I had to remind myself how lucky I was to be in the city at all.
Two years before, back in Santa Domingo, I killed a man. It was an accident. I was drunk. He was drunk. Before I knew what I was doing, there were knives, screams, blood pooling on the floor of the bar. My parents scraped together enough cash to get me to America. Their savings and the remains of my college tuition account went for fake papers and a one-way air ticket. It was risky, but the alternative was worse. If I stayed in DR I might rot in prison for decades.
My cousin Julio gave me a place to sleep. A friend of a friend got me the newspaper job. After my shift on the curb, I ha. . .
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