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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: "First Rate" Erotic Romantic Comedy! Get hot with erotica's swingingest couple! Lust Unlimited is a triple-sized slice of sizzling erotica by the bestselling team of Jay Lawrence and Harry Neptune. This hot new collection gathers all their stories about those fictional international swingers, Jay, the woman no man would want to resist, and Harry, the stud who no woman could. Follow the unforgettable adventures of this swinging couple whose erotic exploits are guaranteed to both moisten your undies and split your sides. From Canada to the Caribbean, this dynamic duo takes on all-comers--a tag-team for whom little is off limits and nothing is taken completely seriously! Here's a volume that combines wicked British humor in the style made popular by TV shows like Absolutely Fabulous and the hilarious Carry On series, with a juicy selection of ultra kinky pursuits! Included in this giant helping of scandalous doings are the novelettes "Lust or Bust!," "Mr. Neptune's Convalescence," "Jingle Tingle," "Trouble In Paradise," plus the full-length novel Lust at Sea. Previously you would have had to purchase three books of short stories and one novel to read these great tales--but now they are yours in one giant volume. An Amazon.com review gives Jay Lawrence's work 5 stars, and raves, "first rate, of a literary standard not often encountered within the erotica genre." When Jay and Harry set forth in search of fun, Lust Unlimited isn't just a title. It's a fact.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: June 2005

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [399 KB]
Words: 87051
Reading time: 248-348 min.

Lust Unlimited is a triple-sized slice of sizzling erotica by the bestselling team of Jay Lawrence and Harry Neptune. This hot new collection gathers all their stories about those fictional international swingers, Jay, the woman no man would want to resist, and Harry, the stud who no woman could. Follow the unforgettable adventures of this swinging couple whose erotic exploits are guaranteed to both moisten your undies and split your sides. From Canada to the Caribbean, this dynamic duo takes on all-comers-a tag-team for whom little is off limits and nothing is taken completely seriously! Here's a volume that combines wicked British humor in the style made popular by TV shows like "Absolutely Fabulous" and the hilarious "Carry On" series, with a juicy selection of ultra kinky pursuits! Included in this giant helping of scandalous doings are the novelettes "Lust or Bust!," "Mr. Neptune's Convalescence," "Jingle Tingle," "Trouble In Paradise," plus the full-length novel Lust at Sea. Previously you would have had to purchase three books of short stories and one novel to read these great tales--but now they are yours in one giant volume. An Amazon.com review gives Jay Lawrence's work 5 stars, and raves, "first rate, of a literary standard not often encountered within the erotica genre." When Jay and Harry set forth in search of fun, Lust Unlimited isn't just a title. It's a fact.

The Publishers

"What a dismal place! Now, don't get me wrong, my darling, I'd come to see you if you were camped out in the frozen wastes of Siberia, but I have to say you deserve a medal for surviving here as long as you have."

I reclined on Harry's new sofa, savoring its luxuriant squishiness and gratefully imbibing a glass of red wine. It had been a long day of bouncing bus followed by cut-price airline and hedonism seemed like the perfect antidote to my travel travails. Harry sighed in agreement, busy multi-tasking dinner in the open-plan kitchen of his apartment. Intriguing savory whiffs issued from the oven and my stomach gurgled a distress call.

"Don't I know it, dearie. It wouldn't be so bad if there was something I could actually despise about this town, but it's just plain blah."

"Like microwave dinners."

"Yep."

My friend leaned upon his work surface and looked morose. I wriggled my toes against the upholstery and pondered the possibilities. One brief weekend in a charmless northern town, sprawled like a canker sore across the vast and featureless prairie. Oil and gas had built the place, blizzards held it captive half the year. My visit coincided with a thaw, stale melt-water turning brown grass to mush. Yuck.

"Hmm. Oh well, we'll just have to make our own entertainment, won't we? If we can have a good time in this Godforsaken place, we can have a good time anywhere!"

Harry brightened up a little.

"That's true. I could always take you to the Log Jam tomorrow night. Hmm, yes, and then on for a curry at that Tandoori place I've been meaning to try. You game?"

A familiar glint had entered my friend's eyes and I remembered his gleeful description of the Log Jam pub where some astute local entrepreneur had obviously hired the waitresses with sleaze-appeal at the forefront of his mind.

"You should see the tits on one of them..."

"I'd like to, very much. Now stop it, you're making me horny and I'm bloody ravenous. Feed me!"

"Yes dear. I hope you like mushrooms."

"I like everything, sweetie."

"Bad girl."

The Log Jam was a common or garden kind of place, booths for couples and groups of friends, a motley selection of post-work guys at the bar. The TV was turned to the sports channel, discussion revolved around the respective merits of the local ice hockey teams. Harry picked one of those small tall tables with high chairs to give his little lady a bird's eye view. I eased myself up with as much grace as I could muster, having left my climbing equipment at home. The vista was both broad and breathtaking.

"Well!"

"Told you."

There were five girls working the shift that evening, each offered a different variation on a theme. The overall gestalt was definitely "tarty" but tarty came in various flavors, from ebony with waist-length braided hair to bleached blonde and busty. Tight, mid-thigh skirts were the order of the day and skimpy, boob-enhancing tops. My silky panties began to moisten but I couldn't resist a giggle too. Harry grinned.

"Quite blatant, isn't it? There was one the other day in a blue plastic mini-skirt. I thought I'd never see straight again."

"Alert! Alert! The blonde's coming our way."

I attempted to compose my lust-drenched features to a pastiche of respectable thirty-something-about-town. It's not that easy being a rampant bi-sexual, even in these more enlightened times. A pair of round brown breasts, thoughtfully gift-wrapped in a sky blue T-shirt with neckline plunging halfway to heaven, inquired what they could get for us. Harry ordered wine as I concentrated hard on the delectable hooters, positively bereft when they jiggled off to fetch our drinks. An artfully placed badge on her bosom said "Caron" but she looked like a Norma to me. I could see her as a naughty nurse, twin mounds of firm tan tit-flesh bursting triumphantly from a mini overall, straining buttons popping as she leaned solicitously over her ward.

"I want her. Will you get her for me, please?"

My request was playful, issued in jest, but I rarely say anything I do not mean. Harry groaned.

"You'll get us arrested one of these days. OK then, lover-girl, try scribbling our phone number when she brings the check."

"Nah, cheesy. She'll think we're trying to kidnap her for our cult or something."

"Chance'd be a fine thing!"

"Two glasses of Mountain Vale. Can I get you anything else?"

The flesh had returned, bearing a tray. I fixed the waitress with my best intense-sex-goddess-come-hither-I-want-to-eat-you gaze.

"Yes, Norma, you can. We would like you to come home with us. Would that be a problem for you?"

The deafening sound of Harry's jaw dropping to the table top almost distracted me from my mission but I pressed on, certain that every ear in the room was straining to hear my pervy wiles. My panties were soaking; my eyes were level with her tits. I asked them nicely.

"You'd make us very happy. Both of you. I mean all of you. I mean..."

The waitress threw back her head and laughed, eliciting a boob-quake of epic proportions. I sensed Harry's jaw leave the table and a faint panting sound replaced the incredulous silence.

"Right. Well, I don't finish up here 'til midnight so you're going to have to wait. Give me your address and I'll see what I can do. I'm not making any promises, 'kay? Enjoy your wine."

With a victory roll of her well-padded hips, she stomped off to serve another customer, throwing an amused glance back at our salivating forms. Harry took a large gulp of Merlot and made fish-eyes at me through the bowl of the wine glass. I stuck my tongue out at him in defiance. My friend retrieved his wallet and examined his supermarket discount card thoughtfully.

"Well, do you think she's a real tart? Is she going to make us pay for it?"

"I don't know. Do you have any condoms?"

"Of course. They might be past their sell-by date, though."

"Poor darling. Does this place have a late-night drugstore?"

"Let's go for that curry and then see what happens. Take things as they come. As it were."

"I know what happens when I have a curry!"

"Dirty beast!"