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According to recent research, men think about sex twenty times a day, theoretically i
twice as much as women. Alison Tyler thinks about sex twenty-four hours a day and n
the result is Morning, Noon and Night, a sizzling collection of headily sensual stories g
featuring hot for each other couples whose love fuels their lust. From delicious ,
trysts at dawn to naughty nooners, afternoon delights and all night long lovemaking
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sessions, Alison Tyler is your guide to twenty-four hours of sultry, slippery sex.
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In “Ten a.m. Kickoff,” Donna George Storey’s new couple puts on a o
spectacular halftime show and Kat Watson’s “Noon: Lunchtime n
Rendezvous” starts with an enticing text: Dungeon, naked, 30 minutes.
Editor Alison Tyler’s own “Three a.m. Last Call” turns into a very happy a
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hour with five guys and a lucky girl at the local bar. Any way you tick the
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minutes, these happy lovers take time to make time.
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Called “a trollop with a laptop” by East Bay Express, “a literary siren”
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by Good Vibrations and “the mistress of literary erotica” by Violet Blue, g
ALISON TYLER is naughty and she knows it. She has edited over forty h
erotic anthologies, including the bestsellers Afternoon Delight, Frenzy
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morning, noon
and night
erotica for couples
Edited by
Alison Tyler
Copyright © 2012 by Pretty Things Press.
All rights reserved. Except for brief passages quoted in newspaper, magazine,
radio, television, or online reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in
any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying
or recording, or by information storage or retrieval system, without permis-
sion in writing from the publisher.
Published in the United States by Cleis Press, Inc.,
2246 Sixth Street, Berkeley, California 94710.
Printed in the United States.
Cover design: Scott Idleman/Blink
Cover photograph: Digital Vision; B2M Productions; Vincent Besnault/Getty
Images
Text design: Frank Wiedemann
First Edition.
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Trade paper ISBN: 978-1-57344-821-5
E-book ISBN: 978-1-57344-835-2
For SAM.
contents
ix Introduction: Sex Around the Clock
1 24/7 • Aisling Weaver
2 Four a.m. Wake-Up Call • Jax Baynard
7 Five a.m. Walk of Shame • Dante Davidson
15 Six a.m. Coffee • Heidi Champa
22 Seven a.m. Change of Shift • Cheyenne Blue
30 Eight a.m. Morning Wood • Georgia E. Jones
34 Nine a.m. Office Briefing • Justine Elyot
45 Ten a.m. Kickoff • Donna George Storey
49 Eleven a.m. Elevenses • Jeremy Edwards
59 Noon: Lunchtime Rendezvous • Kat Watson
64 One p.m. Test Drive • Angell Brooks
74 Two p.m. Biker Bar • Thomas S. Roche
83 Three p.m. Closed-Door Meeting • Sasha White
91 Four p.m. No-Show • Cora Zane
100 Five p.m. Somewhere • Kristina Lloyd
111 Six p.m. The After-Dinner Hour •
Sommer Marsden
120 Seven p.m. Kinky Craft Night •
Teresa Noelle Roberts
128 Eight p.m. Appointment Tee Vee •
Victoria Janssen
137 Nine p.m. Victoria Coach Station • Kate Pearce
145 Ten p.m. Portraits • Preston Avery
155 Eleven p.m. Strip Poker • Ashley Lister
160 Midnight: Movie Date • N.T. Morley
171 One a.m. Girls’ Night Out • Vida Bailey
181 Two a.m. Date Night • Sophia Valenti
192 Three a.m. Last Call • Alison Tyler
203 About the Authors
209 About the Editor
introduction:
sex around
the clock
You’ve heard the concept of christening a brand-new house?
Making sure you’ve fucked in every possible corner—in the
shower, on top of the washing machine, in the cedar closet,
outside against the woodshed. (Oh, God, that woodshed.) Well,
my man and I took this concept a step further. We wanted to
fuck around the clock—christening every hour of the day in a
brand-new way. And do you know what we learned? There is
something sublime about sex at sunrise, something otherworldly
about a two a.m. bang on the beach. And when you figure out
how to slip away for a noontime quickie, you will discover that
lunch will never be the same again.
The authors in Morning, Noon and Night rose to my chal-
lenge of making sex around the clock a unique endeavor.
From noon to midnight and back again—any way you tick the
minutes—the stories chronicle a twenty-four-hour schedule
of sultry, slippery sex. This collection contains tales of shift
changes and office briefings, of missed appointments and eroti-
cally enhanced commutes.
x morning, noon and night
We begin with a “Four a.m. Wake-Up Call” by Jax Baynard,
because I am often up at four. In fact, it’s four a.m. right now.
Somewhere. No, wait, it’s “Five p.m. Somewhere,” which is
the name of Kristina Lloyd’s exquisite snowed-in story about
a couple who run out of gin but manage to make the first non-
alcoholic martini of all time. (At least, in any erotic story I’ve
ever read.) I’m proving my point here, which is that you can
dive into this day-in-the-life (or day-in-the-lives) schedule at
any hour and come away with a hot little sojourn into serious,
silky sex.
Whether you’re flipping the pages or running the ball of your
fingertips over your screen—whether you’re in Central, Moun-
tain, or Daylight Savings Time—get ready to fuck your way
around the clock.
Morning, noon and night.
XXX,
Alison Tyler
P.S. And since there aren’t enough hours in the day for fucking—
there’s actually a twenty-fifth story in the book. Thanks to
Aisling Weaver for her frisky flasher.
24/7
aisling Weaver
Fifteen years later and they still ignite each other. It happens
in the morning. She looks over her shoulder and he has to
bend her over the kitchen counter. Later in the living room.
He snaps the newspaper just so, and before he can find the
funnies they’re scattered on the floor and his pants are around
his ankles.
Any time of day or night. Their love fuels their lust. Tonight
it’s the storm. To the soundtrack of thunder he spreads her. She
strokes his stubbly jaw, wraps her legs around his waist and he
strokes his cock into her.
four a.m.
Wake-up call
Jax Baynard
irolled over and looked at the clock: four a.m. My husband
was asleep next to me. Despite having a husband, I hadn’t
gotten any lately. He was stressed about work. On him it didn’t
show, but I lived with him and he’d been under so much pres-
sure he was going a little out of his mind. So I could hardly add
to it by being demanding. And yet. I was starved for cock. There
was no delicate way to put it. I was married to the best one I’d
ever come across. I thought about it all the time, dreamed of it,
yearned for it and fantasized about it, but I wasn’t getting it. I
was having orgasms, of course, about three a day, but it was
getting to the point where it seemed like work more than fun.
Still, if I didn’t have them, I went a little bit out of my mind. I
had hit that age where, unexpectedly, I suddenly had something
in common with every teenage boy on the planet: I wanted sex,
and I wanted it more or less all the time.
I lay quietly and listened to the even rasp of his breathing. I
thought about waking him up and begging for it, but no matter
