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Available from Amazon, Tesco, Waterstone's and all other good bookstores.

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Blurb

Mason’s impressive record of sexual conquests at the office is almost flawless, but he has to sleep with overweight Hailey to achieve the perfect score. Identical twins Sunflower and Daffodil are inseparable, they share everything, including men. Graham gives into temptation and samples a few of his barely-legal students. Tariq is attracted to both his girlfriend Angel and his best friend Raymond, he doesn’t know if he is gay, bi-sexual or merely confused. Shawn has earned his nickname ‘The Dog’, there are very few women he considers off-limits, even his youthful great-aunt. Plagued by erotic equine dreams which make her horny, virginal Abigail allows Frank, the farmhand, to sate her rampaging desires. Sugar is every man’s nightmare, a woman who will give you one memorable taste of her sweetness and then move on.

Lexy Harper has tapped into her ‘inner man’ for these seven stories which make up the third book of her Bedtime Erotica series. They are written with men in mind but women will find them equally satisfying.

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The seven stories…….

PERFECT SCORE
Her broad bottom threatened to burst the seams of her Burberry skirt as she bent over her desk to check the faulty connection at the back of her computer. He should be a gentleman and do it for her. He really should. But as soon as she’d bent over, Mason’s cock had become as hard as a rock, he couldn’t move away from his desk if a fire suddenly broke out in the building.

Her virginal pussy must be so tight!

Hailey Ambrose was one of the ugliest young women he had ever seen. Okay, she wasn’t ugly but she was a big girl and the fact that she didn’t go to a gym or do any form of exercise didn’t help. Neither did her weakness for Bahlsen Choco Leibniz Dark Chocolate biscuits. She was close to two hundred pounds and at 5’10” that made her well over the recommended BMI. Women had to look after themselves—she wasn’t even twenty-five years old and she had already let herself go—he would hate to see her when she hit forty. He shuddered at the thought.

But she stood between Mason and his 100% record….

EASY RIDERS
Daffodil and Sunflower Gardner were so alike their parents had trouble telling them apart. It was highly likely that the twins had been mixed up as babies, that Sunflower could in fact be Daffodil and vice versa. Even scientists conducting twin studies of them and hundreds of identical siblings were staggered by their physical exactness. They shared the same taste in everything, including men. This caused the first fights they had ever had when they became teenagers but finally they came to an agreeable solution—sharing. Whoever met the guy first went on the first date, the other twin went on the second and so on….

NAUGHTY PROFESSOR
Graham Greene rushed out of his office, along the empty corridor and through the heavy entrance doors of the sixth form college where he taught Physics, to his parked Jaguar, designer briefcase in hand, his thoughts miles away—three and a quarter miles away, precisely. The distance between the college and Madame LaBelle’s Exclusive Men’s Club or Belle’s Whorehouse as less sophisticated people referred to it. He was such a regular visitor there that he could do the journey blindfolded, using his cock like a homing pigeon to guide him straight to the abundance of young pussy—the house speciality.

Belle’s girls were all under the age of twenty-five. As soon as they hit that magic age Belle retired them with a handsome payout. On retirement, a number of them married previous clients and became domestic goddesses; three had become doctors; seven now practised law; two had pooled their retirement lump sums and had created Wicked Secrets, an aptly named lingerie range. But Belle was proudest of her former girl who had gone on to direct and produce several bestselling porn flicks—three of which had cleaned up at the last Porn Oscars….

INTIMATE FRIENDS
I would have never doubted my sexual orientation if I hadn’t fallen in love my first day at kindergarten. I remember clinging tearfully to my mother’s hand, begging her not to leave me when a boy exactly the same height as I was came up and held my hand. He smiled at me and I let go of her and followed him meekly to the low table where he had been sitting playing with some building blocks.

“Honey, do you want me to stay for a while?” my mother had asked anxiously.

“I’m okay, Mom.”

Understandably, she’d stared at me in shock after I’d delivered this seemingly simple statement—I had started crying the previous evening at the thought of being left alone at kindergarten with complete strangers and had only stopped in the car on our way over when she’d promised to stay with me until I was comfortable and to breast-feed me when we got home….

SHAWN ‘THE DOG’ MITCHELL
Stuck in the holiday traffic on the way to his great-aunt May’s house, Shawn cursed himself for being a mummy’s boy. His mother had called him three days ago from Martinique, concerned about her aunt who was spending the first Christmas on her own since the death of her husband. Neither of his sisters was available: the older one was heavily pregnant with her fourth child, and his parents had taken the younger on holiday with them. So, reluctantly he had agreed to drive down late Christmas Eve and spend Christmas Day and part of Boxing Day with his great-aunt. He had thought his new girlfriend Loretta would come along to keep him company. Instead, she had quickly logged on to the Internet and found a last-minute flight to Florida to spend the holidays over there with her best friend. Worst of all was the fact that she had finally uncrossed her legs last Friday after two months of roses, expensive dinners and endless begging. He had been ‘hitting’ her pussy with a vengeance every night since and had planned to ‘bend’ it up during his two week Christmas vacation….

EROTIC DREAMS
The huge black stallion sniffed the smaller mare’s hindquarters, tossed his head arrogantly and snorted. She neighed encouragingly as he mounted her, his enormous penis jerking up and finding its mark with surprising accuracy. Her whinnying cries spurred him on as he proceeded to shove…

Shucks! Abigail sat up in bed crossly—something had awakened her in the middle of her favourite dream. She rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them as she listened to the sounds coming from her aunt’s room. Odd noises interspersed with canine pants. She looked at her clock radio. It was five-twenty in the morning. Was that her aunt making odd noises? And why did Rover sound like he was out of breath? Or maybe it was Rover making all the noises. Maybe he needed to go out and her aunt was asleep.

She got out of bed and padded to her aunt’s door. She tried the handle but the door was locked.

“What do you want?” her aunt demanded, her voice sounding strange….

SUGAR BROWN
Hey, boys! Are those erections? I guess you are happy to see me. I’m pleased to see you too but let me warn you—I’ll fuck you only once before I move on.

Lexy says I give women a bad name. I don’t know why. I’m a serial fucker not a serial killer! Personally, I think she’s jealous. Bitches never like me but I don’t care because I don’t like them either. I’m not fucking no woman so if you are looking for some lesbian action you won’t find it here—close the book you’re done reading.

But where are my manners? Let me introduce myself before we go any further. My name is Sugar. I was born in Guyana, in a county called Demerara so I am the real article—Demerara Sugar—not some tasteless sweetener or sugar substitute. I’m so sweet I rot teeth….!

Copyright© 2007 Lexy Harper

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Blurb

In Bedtime Erotica, Lexy Harper exposed her softer side and demonstrated her ability to write wonderful romantic erotic stories. Bedtime Erotica for Freaks (like me) does not continue where Bedtime Erotica ends, it verves off in a completely different direction. Lexy turns up the heat considerably, revealing her darker, freakier, unromantic side. Seven women who follow their sexual destinies, taking pleasure where they find it – damn the consequences and everyone else! Vanessa lives out all her sexual fantasies. Amanda disguises herself and sleeps with the man she wants. Geraldine hates being a prostitute but she is very good at it. Indra’s job as a chatline operator gives her a chance to experience her fisting fantasy. Nectar takes the term ‘breast-feeding is best’ very literally. Antonia lives a completely hedonistic life. Samantha is bent on wrecking homes with special friend the Home Wrecker. Vanessa, Amanda, Geraldine, Indra, Nectar, Antonia, Samantha – VAGINAS. This book is all about pussy!

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The seven stories…….

VANESSA
Her pussy wet its lips in anticipation as her man, Lester, walked through the front door of her one-bedroom flat followed by two strange men. Lester’s 5’10” frame was superb, but it wasn’t the sight of her current man that had her pussy salivating; it was the thought of having three cocks all to herself.

“Vanessa baby, meet Tim and Derrick,” Lester drawled and walked over to kiss her.

“Hi guys.” She smiled, very pleased to meet them.

“Hi Vanessa,” Tim replied, coming over to give her a long, deep kiss.

She absentmindedly returned his kiss, her eyes eagerly trained on Derrick’s crotch as he fumbled with his fly. Seconds later he unceremoniously pulled out his cock.

I hope some of it’s hidden…..

AMANDA
(Based on a few comments I have received there are readers who think that I didn’t deliberately misspell the names in the following story. For the record I did!)

“I don’t fucking believe it!” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she stared at the 6’4” guy in the Bhatman costume striding confidently in her direction. There was only one guy in the world with shoulders that broad, a waist that trim and legs that muscled! A masked woman in a Bunny costume touched his arm and he turned to speak to her briefly before continuing onwards. Yes, there was definitely only one guy in the whole fucking world with an ass like that! Mr Jeremy Alexander. Alexander, the Great! He sat in front of her every day at work and didn’t know she was alive.

“Hi Pussycat, is there a hole in that costume where I can stick my……”

GERALDINE
She knotted the white sheet around Wesley’s hips and gave him the bottle of milk. “Mama’s going to do some chores. Finish your milk and have a nap.”

He nodded obediently as she pulled the duvet up to his neck.

Wesley was one of her regulars, he came to see her at least once a week and paid her very good money. Best of all she didn’t have to fuck him. Sometimes he would cum even before she started to baby-talk him. She’d first met him when she used to stand on street corners in short skirts and high heels, freezing her butt off looking for business. Back then she used to sit in his lap on the backseat of his large BMW and let him suck on her breasts……

INDRA
“Hi, this is Indra!” She stifled a yawn as she answered the phone on the second ring. Another two hours of this chatline shit before she could log off. She wished she’d paid more attention to the teachers in the classroom and less to the boys in the playground—if she had spent more time studying and less time fucking she would have probably managed to pass more than three GCSEs and would now have a decent job.

“Hi, Indra, this is Paul.”

“Hi, Paul, you have a very sexy voice. Where are you from?”

“I’m from France,” he responded with a strong British-Asian accent.

She was tempted to ask him something in French, since it was one of the three subjects she’d managed to pass at GCSE, but one more complaint and she would be fired. So she played along, “Tell me about yourself, Paul. Tell me what you look like so I can picture you as you’re fucking me…….”

NECTAR
I love DP. Did you ask what’s DP? I hope not! If you did, you are reading the wrong fucking book! Okay, as it’s you I’ll break it down for you. DP is double penetration—something in the pussy and the ass at the same fucking time! I prefer two cocks but I will use a dildo if only one of my men is available or two dildos if neither is around. Once there is something in each hole I am fucking happy.

Some of you may have met my younger sister, Honey Comb, in Bedtime Erotica. I taught that bitch everything she knows. She is tame compared to me; I don’t fucking give a damn! Both of us inherited our mother’s sexy body but mine is better than hers. I have to squeeze my breasts into a 36DD bra, she can barely fill a 36D. My waist is smaller and my ass is firmer than hers. She has a little wimp called Terry; I have two lame fuckers I call Tom and Jerry. I don’t even call them by their real fucking names because, like I said, I don’t give a damn……!

ANTONIA
She noticed the buff-looking young Black man as soon as he stepped on to the Tube at Leytonstone Station. Their eyes met and she winked suggestively. He did a slow, thorough survey of her body, his eyes widening in appreciation as he took in her short skirt and long legs. She deliberately moved across the carriage to stand just behind him, and then closer as the Tube became more crowded at Stratford. She pressed her breasts into his back as the Central Line Tube train sped through the tunnel between Mile End and Bethnal Green Stations, opening her legs as she felt his hand reach backwards and up under her skirt. She cupped his crotch as he pulled her tiny thong aside and fingered her clit. Pushing two fingers inside her, he thrust them as deep as he could without attracting the attention of their fellow commuters. She stroked his cock through his trousers. It felt huge and rock hard…..

SAMANTHA
“That looks too big,” Valerie said uncertainly as she watched Samantha strap on a dark-chocolate coloured dildo that matched her skin tone perfectly.

“Come on, honey, it’s only quarter of an inch longer and a little fatter than the one I fucked you with the last time.” Samantha smiled at her encouragingly. “You know you like a bit of sweet pain.”

She wished Valerie won’t bitch about the size of the dildo every fucking time. So far Valerie had taken every inch she had given her and taken them hard.

“We both know once I tongue your clit nicely you can take anything I give you,” she reminded Valerie as she spread her legs and rubbed her face against her pussy……

Copyright© 2006 Lexy Harper

Bedtime Erotica

Available from Amazon, Tesco, Waterstone's and all other good bookstores.

Available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Foyles,Tesco, Waterstone's and all other good bookstores.

Blurb

Valerie acts out her husband’s ultimate fantasy as a special birthday gift to him but neither realizes how dangerous it is to play with fire. Alyson’s twin fantasy is one small step away from becoming a reality; she just has to convince Darren that two heads are better than one. Tonya has always been daddy’s good little girl, when she discovers that he is a hypocrite, she follows her natural urges. Suzette’s curiosity gets the better of her and she finds herself totally mesmerized by Mackenzie’s seductive charms. Darleen is used to pussy-whipping young men into submission but she might have bitten off more than she can chew with Carl. Elizabeth is so sexually frustrated that she has resorted to using fruit and vegetables, unaware that her neighbour Jonathan is dying to give her a taste of the real thing. Emma’s husband has left her on the shelf, now Samuel, a much younger man wants to take her down and dust her off. Honey is on the verge of her first 10” dick sighting but Richard is playing hard to get.

These eight women embark on sexual adventures that will change their lives forever. So slip under the covers, book in hand, glass of wine on your bedside table, partner or favourite close by and let them take you on their pleasure-filled journeys.

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The eight stories…….

ANOTHER WOMAN
Valerie Roberts tested a single grain of basmati rice between two fingers to ensure it had softened sufficiently. It had. Smiling, she lifted the cover of the saucepan and checked the chicken korma curry simmering gently on the adjacent hob, then pulled her apron off before turning both knobs on the electric cooker off, leaving the latent heat to finish cooking the meal.

Suddenly, without warning, she was grabbed from behind and held against a hard body.

“Don’t scream,” a man’s voice whispered threateningly in her ear as his hands came up and grasped her breasts through her denim dress.

“My husband is coming home any minute now,” she warned, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

“I will fuck you before he gets here.”

“Please, there is money in the house and my jewellery. Just take those and go!”

“I don’t want money or jewellery, I want pussy.”

He spun her around in his arms and she screamed as she came face-to-face with a man wearing a black ski-mask….

DOUBLE THE TROUBLE
Alyson had almost done a comprehensive sweep of the room when her eyes encountered those of a bespectacled young man sitting obliquely opposite her. Mr. Delicious Nicholson. She didn’t know his first name but they had shared a Mathematics lecturer in her first year. It had been an extremely large class, the only one that combined the Civil, Electrical, Electronic and Mechanical Engineering departments. Spectacles did nothing to detract from his dark good looks and she had been dying to find an excuse to talk to him. The opportunity had never presented itself. Then he had disappeared and she’d thought, oh well, that one got away.

He smiled and she waved nonchalantly back. He got to his feet and headed in her direction. She watched his long stride quickly eat up the short distance between them and almost licked her lips. His shoulders looked even broader than the last time she’d seen him a year ago.

God, he was as smooth and fine as Belgian chocolate!….

DO AS I SAY
Eighteen-year-old Tonya Phillips ran up the carpeted stairs and into her bedroom. She wanted to freshen up before she met her boyfriend Eric later. Usually they went straight to his house after college but today he was off to the pub to celebrate his friend Peter’s eighteenth birthday. He had promised to be home by six o’clock, so she’d decided to make use of the free time by coming home and having a quick shower.

She was just about to open her wardrobe to select a suitable outfit when she thought she heard a faint thump coming from the room next to hers. She held her breath and listened—there it was again!

Her heart started beating faster. No one should be home, her father should be at his surgery and her mother at the Women’s Group meeting at church.

She cautiously tip-toed to her parents’ bedroom and peeped through the half-opened door. She nearly screamed aloud at the sight reflected in the mirror! Her best friend Karen was bent over the stool in front of her mother’s dressing table, her long single plait extensions cascading over her head, her body naked except for her cheerleading skirt which was bunched up around her waist—and Tonya’s father was taking her from behind….

THE NIGHT BEFORE
Suzette James turned over and snuggled up to her sleeping partner, her eyes still closed. She flung her arm out, encountered warm flesh and let her hand wander over a flat stomach and upward to a mound of soft flesh. She moulded it in her hand and felt the distinct hardening of a nipple.

A nipple! For a crazy moment she thought that she was touching her own breast then she realized that she would have felt her touch. Her eyes snapped open. She closed and re-opened them quickly to see if the woman asleep on the pillow next to her would disappear.

She didn’t.

Then Suzette remembered the night before!

Mackenzie!….

SLEEPING HER WAY TO THE BOTTOM
“You’re next for the office slut—I’ve seen the horny bitch eying up your butt every time you walk past her office,” a high-pitched feminine voice warned.

“Not me!” a deep, masculine voice denied. “I wouldn’t touch her with a barge pole!”

“They all say that and before you know it she’s got them licking her pussy like affectionate little puppies!”

“Well, that’s them! I will not be licking her pussy—I never mix business with pleasure.”

“I’ll give her another month before she’s got you by the balls, too.”

Thirty-nine-year-old Darleen Smith smiled as she listened to the exchange between Shane, the ugliest gay man she’d ever met and Carl, her newest member of staff. She knew they were talking about her—she was the only female in the building. And she had made it her mission to sleep with all the men she hired.

Shane’s just fucking jealous, she thought. Pissed off because I get more cock than he does! Ugly bitch!….

FRUITS AND VEGETABLES
Elizabeth Parker’s clitoris was unusually large and sensitive. She discovered it quite by accident while bathing at the age of sixteen. Her mother had always insisted that she wash herself properly and she’d been using her flannel to thoroughly cleanse herself when the cloth slipped and her bare fingers had accidentally brushed against something that had sent a shiver through her entire body.

Innocently she had done it once more and again the same sensation had raced through her. So she had done it again, and again, until she had cried out as a spasm of pleasure seized her body. Instinctively, she’d squeezed her legs together, trapping her hand against the ultra sensitive nub of flesh….

OXFORD BLUE
An hour later, Samuel lay on his back on the uncomfortable bed in his cramped rented room and stroked his stiff aching penis. He hadn’t masturbated in years but a cold shower had done nothing to ease the throbbing in his groin.

As a fourteen-year-old boy he’d had the biggest crush on Emma Boateng and now almost six years later she still had exactly the same effect on him. She had been a legal secretary then and whenever she came home dressed in one of her smart suits and her high heels, his heart had leapt painfully in his chest. She was about 5’7” but had weighed about a hundred and twenty five pounds, most of it on her lower half. She’d had a real African woman’s behind—high and round. Her breasts had been small and firm looking. Even as a teenager he had imagined that he could span her slim waist with his hands. She had laughed a lot and seemed so much younger than his parents and all other parents he knew, it had been hard to imagine she was old enough to be anyone’s mother.

He remembered how he had cried when he had hugged her goodbye at the airport, his poor teenage heart breaking at the thought of never seeing her again.

She had gained a little weight since he had last seen her but it only made her more feminine and even more appealing to him. When she had reached out to hug him in greeting he’d felt his penis harden—that’s why he’d asked to use the bathroom. Later, after her second hug, he had walked to the tube station with a massive hard-on….

TELEPHONE SEX
True fucking story! So sorry I had to use bad language in the opening line but believe me, when you read on you’ll understand why I am still pissed off after almost six months. Women, take my advice—never have telephone sex with a man you haven’t slept with. Men, if you are reading this—don’t make promises you can’t fucking keep!

I met Richard at Night Moves nightclub. When he took me in his arms I thought I’d died and gone to heaven, he smelt and felt so fucking good! He stuck his tongue in my ear and told me to call him Dick. My clit started jumping right away—Black men don’t generally use that shortened version of their name, so I knew the man was trying to tell me something.

First, give me a few minutes to describe this brother. He was about 6’3” with shoulders so wide he must have to turn sideways to get through a standard door. His stomach was flat and he had an eight pack instead of a six. His buns were high—not ‘girly’ high, but high in the kind of masculine way all you could think of was him riding you and you holding onto his ass like it’s a saddle. Yes, that kind of masculine. When he smiled he had dimples in each cheek and perfect, white teeth. He had neat, shoulder-length dreadlocks and the man knew how to wear clothes. Fuck me!….

Copyright © 2005 Lexy Harper

St Valentine’s Day, 2007.

San Antonio’s largest hall was filled to overflowing with women—women who had come from all over the world just to see him. Women of all ages, races, sizes and shapes. Women who had nothing in common except him…and the hunger they shared for him. Women who had waged a fierce, silent battle to be among his top Myspace friends—sending pictures that would tantalize and entice him. Hundreds of women who now stood dressed as scantily as possible, provocatively accentuating their finer points hoping that he’d notice.

The lights dimmed as the curtains slowly swung open. Every eye was fixed on the muscular silhouette of the man being slowly revealed as soft lights flooded the stage. Collectively they held their breaths, waiting…dying for their first glimpse of him in the flesh.

He was magnificent! His shoulders unbelievably broad, his waist trim—the ridges of his six-pack visible under his crisp light blue shirt, his legs powerful and strong. His sexy, slumberous eyes swept the room slowly, touching each woman like a caress. There were several thuds as women fainted, overcome with the intensity of their feelings when his eyes briefly met theirs. None of the other women paid any attention to the casualties—it was every woman for herself—all eyes remained fixed on him.

He looked at his ladies—they were all beautiful to him—such a pity that he had to make a choice. “Ladies, thank you all for coming at such short notice. As you know I will be taking one lucky lady home with me tonight but please allow me to show how much I appreciate you taking the time to be here on a special night like this.”

He clicked his fingers and soft, slow, sensuous music filtered through strategically placed speakers. He reached for the top button of his shirt, slowly eased it open before sliding his fingers down to the next, and the next. A few more bodies hit the floor as he seductively slid his shirt off and revealed the rippling chocolate perfection of his upper body before casually letting his unzipped trousers slide down his thighs. Several of the women who had fainted opened their eyes and got groggily to their feet, only to faint again as they caught sight of him—naked except for black silk boxers.

The bulge of his penis was unmistakable—there was more than enough of him to satisfy any woman’s desires. Never had a pair of boxers been so envied…oh, to be the black silk touching him so intimately.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and let the remaining garment fall. Ecstatic, disbelieving screams filled the air, drowning out the sounds of even more bodies hitting the floor.

He was magnificent!

© 2007 Lexy Harper