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U.S. $15.95 • Fiction/Erotica m s c o r c h i n g h o t s e x — o a n y t i m e , a n y w h e r e r n 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 n sessions, Alison Tyler is your guide to twenty-four hours of sultry, slippery sex. o 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 n hour with five guys and a lucky girl at the local bar. Any way you tick the d minutes, these happy lovers take time to make time. n Called “a trollop with a laptop” by East Bay Express, “a literary siren” i 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 t and Never Have the Same Sex Twice. E e D r “These extremely hot, wild and sexy stories I o T E t will keep you turned on around the clock!” D ic B a Y —Rachel Kramer Bussel, editor of f A o L Orgasmic and Best Sex Writing 2012 IS r O c N o u T Y p L l Cleis Press E e 1-800-780-2279 R s www.cleispress.com Photos: Digital Vision, B2M Productions, Vincent Besnault/Getty Images Design: Scott Idleman/Blink Distributed by Publishers Group West 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. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 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