101 EROTICA STORIES (152 page)

I have been going out with Fred for about three weeks now. He’s not my usual type but I like him nonetheless. He is more on the rugged side, kind of smart, rich, and he’s willing to be my slave---academic wise. Fred does my thesis, my dissertations, term papers, book reports----name it. Like I said, I like my men to be more mature. Since his pocket is loaded and he’d slay dragons for me, he’s fine for now.

One of the best things I like about him is that my friends like him. He’s the classic PR guy who can get along with almost anyone. He’s a great conversationalist, street smart, and is never boring. Fred knows how to use his charms when it suits him. In all honesty, I can actually feel all my friends covertly looking at him.

He’s my long time neighbour and ever since he laid eyes on me, he told me that he’d marry me someday. Obviously, he is a big dreamer. But we do get along. In fact, we rarely even fight. We seem to agree on most things, and while that may be great for some, it is not for me. I get a bit of satisfaction with a little argument from time to time. Unfortunately, Fred is not the arguing type. Yawn.

Also, while this may not necessarily qualify as a complaint, hmmm he’s the conservative type. I don’t know if this is the exact way to say it but I just feel as though I have a stronger libido than him. There was a time when I tried to provoke him by wearing a sheer top with no bra when he visited my condo. Know what he did? He took off his jacket and covered by semi-exposed body with it. I almost died of shame. Yes, seriously.

It’s one thing when a guy respects you. I mean, respect is always a welcome thing. Blah blah blah. However, it can be irritating when respects override everything. I am all woman---I want to be held, to be caressed, to be kissed torridly even in public. I do love the sweet nothings, the tender looks, but most of all I like (and believe I deserve) hard fucking. You got to be real. I know I am attractive. With a 36-D bust line and a waist that could put number 8 to shame, I am more than alluring. My dad is Venezuelan and my mom is Texan so that’s a hell of a combination. Men practically drool when I enter the room---they worship the path I walk on and sigh at the slightest hint of interest. Yeah, I am close to being drop dead attractive, so imagine how insulted I feel every time I literally have to beg to be taken to bed. They say too much of a good thing is not good. When it comes to respect, too much can make anyone go absolutely mental.

Anyway, he’s a great guy and aside from the issue mentioned above, I am okay with him.

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I used the share with a condo with Fred’s sister. However since she got married and moved out a couple of months ago, I placed some ads for a new roomie. My apartment has two bedrooms anyway and with one room empty, I get the creeps. My new roommate came just a few weeks ago. Her name is Cassie. She’s very tall, brunette, with hazel eyes, and killer legs based on what I have seen. She was wearing this very short shorts and I couldn’t help but notice. Looking at her for the very first time, I have a feeling that we’ll get along really well. I was right. She’s funny and real and spontaneous. Plus, her boyfriend is really hot. I met him when he brought some of Cassie’s stuffs. She wasn’t home then and I was stupid enough to open the door with nothing but a towel on. I got used to seeing Fred and her sister in my home that I thought things were still as before. I blushed when I realized that I opened the door to a stranger. Good thing, he was polite enough and didn’t make me feel awkward because of my semi-nakedness. He left without any hassle, but not before I noticed how manly his chest is and he gave me a sensual twice over. I had this urge to pull the towel off my body. Good thing, I had some flicker of sense left and let him leave without making him a prey.

Since that day I laid eyes on Cassie’s boyfriend, I was not able to get him off my mind. Yesterday, they were both here, watching T.V. on the giant couch, making loud kissing noises in my living room. I went to bed and locked the door. I was so frustrated that everyone was having sex aside from me. I imagined Edwin’s hands on my body, while making sexy love to me right there on the couch. The man makes me salivate and if there was a way to taste him even for a night, I certainly wouldn’t think twice. He’s so tall and dark and manly---with green eyes that take you in deeper and deeper. Damn. The more I get near him, the more hypnotize I become. I know that if I don’t stop fantasizing about him, I am bound to do something I can’t even mention in public.

I was going crazy with lust that I thought of wearing really provocative clothes whenever he is around. He usually comes for dinner. However, he often arrives earlier than Cass. I usually have 15 minutes of alone time with him. When the bell rang I opened it and wore my see through chemise with enough guts that my breasts stood proud and firm against the thin fabric. I shamelessly wanted to undress myself in front of him except I wasn’t able to since Cassie was behind him. I forced a smile but I could have sworn by the heat that I felt across my cheeks that I blushed profusely. After that incident, I totally forgot all about seducing Edwin.

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Back on the subject of Cassie, I really like her. However, I can’t stand being in the same room with her quite often because I get too distracted by her great looks. She’s a stylish dresser----effortless and chic. I must say, that woman can wear a trash bag and still look great. Like I said, I have a huge ego and I am attractive. Okay, so I sound like I am a bit too full of myself but it’s the truth. So imagine how much of a blow it is to find myself feeling so insecure whenever my new roomie is around. Weird huh?

Actually, my insecurity all started while I was in my room one evening. I was lying on the bed and watching “If Lucy Fell” for like the nth time when Cassie sashayed inside wearing err nothing. She was naked and my jaw literally dropped and I was frozen for a mere five seconds. Her breasts are amazing. Her nipples are small and perky. Her waist was slim, made more slimmer by her curvy hips. And down there, she was hairless or had just been to the waxing salon to get a really good Brazilian. But the wow factor was so high and the fact that she was so nonchalant and unconscious made the scene even worth applauding. To make matters worse, she laid down on my bed, her cunt making love to my sheets as she talk with her hands about just how good my homemade vanilla ice cream was. She has the most delicate looking hands but it was her nails that draw attention---Revlon Red. Out of curiosity, I reached out to finger her nails but I must have gotten really distracted and cupped one full breast instead. She looked at me silently and as I realized my mistake and started to withdraw my hand, she made a sexy sound that sounded to me like disappointment. “Why did you stop?” She asked. “Go on.” Cass stretched lazily on the king size bed and looking at her zapped my common sense. “What?” I asked. I’m sorry I got a bit dazed. I don’t know what happened to me.”

“Stop it silly. No harm done. I have always wondered what it feels like to be touched by a woman.” She yawned. “Seriously. Men are fine creatures but they are always too in a hurry. I guess I am just, you know, too tactile. I just wish men knew more about the art of touching, in the same manner as women.”She looked at me then. “How about you, aren’t you curious about just how it feels being licked by a woman---someone with the same needs as you do? Someone who knows all the right spots?” I read somewhere that it feels really good.”

“Why don’t we give it a try?” I suggested boldly. With that, I ran my hands over her thighs again and again. Her skin was smooth as satin and her whole body looks like a dream. I imagined all the ways I wanted to be kissed by Fred. Just like that, I began to feel slick down there. I planted butterfly kisses all over her slim thighs, paying special attention to all the crevices and crannies I could reach. After what seemed like an eternity, I reached her womanly mound. I have the same thing but I cannot help but be captivated by her perfectly made-hairless pussy. I gave it a warm blow with my lips, allowing the air from my mouth to tickle Cassie’s nerve endings. In seconds, I was filled with her musky aroma. I lost my mind. I started to run my tongue on her fat kitty lips and she moaned so sexily, encouraging me to go on. I licked her sexily, telling my saliva trickle down her thighs. She tastes amazing, like an exotic flower that lures you in deeper and deeper. Her body is a mystery, sensual and innocent at the same time. She spread her legs seductively and rested them on my shoulders as I continued to flick the tip of my tongue on her inner kitty lips. The movements seem to drive her wild and I heard her moan over and over. I continued with the slow licking motions, remembering that it’s the slow licking that often drove me to get better orgasm.

When I felt her push her pussy even harder against my mouth, I began to train my focus on the small cherry bud that was protruding inside her dewy pink flower. I started to push the tip of my tongue against it and made wicked vibrating motions with my mouth. It was then that I licked it full force, increasing the pace of my stimulation. She grabbed me by the hair and moved her hips against the rhythm of my tonguing. In seconds, her whole body tensed and Cassie came all over my mouth.

Now when I look at her, I feel all sorts of things so I am a bit too careful to look at her more often that is necessary. Every time I look at her, it’s like looking at a Patrician goddess. It’s simply mind blowing. I never have spoken about the experience to Fred simply because I think it’s none of his business and it’s not as if it will happen again. However, I suddenly lost my interest for Fred. I don’t know since when that happened or if it’s just my imagination. All I know is that after that incident, I stopped obsessing about Cassie’s Edwin and no longer seem to be interested with Fred. Whatever.

One evening, Edwin dropped by and dozed off on the couch. Cassie not yet at home so I went straight to my room. I was at the shower when I heard someone open the door. Thinking it was Cassie, I opened the bathroom door hastily and before I knew it, I was standing naked face to face with Cassie’s hunk of a boyfriend. “I, I am sorry.” He stammered. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in Neverland, asleep!”

He scratched his head and tried to shake the sleep off his head. “I just wanted to say that I’d be going. Cassie went to her parents’ house for dinner and she said she’d be staying the night. Lock the doors, lady. I am out of here.”

I grabbed a towel and tried to maintain a modicum of modesty as I wrapped my naked body. I went out of the bathroom and followed him out of the hallway. “Wait.” Without even thinking, I dropped the towel and exposed myself again to him. I was dripping wet from the shower and I was cold. I couldn’t care less. I crossed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around him. As I was pressed against his body, I felt the suddenness of his erection. I hugged him even closer. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked. “I’m cold and you’re still sleepy. You can’t possibly leave me here.” I sighed deeply.

I felt him as he took a whiff of my hair and I knew then that he wanted me too. Our lips locked. The contact was mind-blowing and sexy and heady. I have kissed a number of men before but it was never like this for me. I felt his lips onto mine and it was as though I was melting and quivering inside. He reached to caress my back as his tongue teased my lower lip. He rubbed it sexily and lightly, melting away all my defences (not that I have any in this case). The way his soft tongue entered my mouth was delirious, there was something about the way he held me as his tongue fucked my mouth slowly that was so erotic.

He raised one of my legs up his waist and I haven’t recovered from the impact of his kiss when he began to fondle my pussy. Now, this was how I have always wanted to me held---without so much reverence. Maybe it’s just me but there’s this rebel inside me that wants to be treated dirtily from time to time.  I sighed as he rubbed my clit with a finger, making the sensations almost too much for me to bear. He fingered my slick juices and brought his finger to his mouth and licked it sensually, his eyes looking at me intently. He kissed me again and leaned me against the wall, his tongue no longer too gentle. Edwin drove his tongue into my mouth and swam inside chasing my tongue wherever it goes. He moulded my tits as he French kissed me and deep throated me. My breasts felt heavy and full and I moaned inside his mouth as he gently pinched one of my nipples. He kissed me deeper and deeper until I was out of breath. My hands are messy on his head, pushing his face even closer to mine. We were lip to lip and nose to nose. I couldn’t care less if I was running out of air. All I cared for was him and everything he was doing to me.

The minute I got out of his grasp, I kneeled in front of him, my intensions only too clear. I hurriedly undid his jeans and rubbed him through his navy briefs. God, he was so hard and enormous. Finally, a real man. Hopefully he fucks me just as manly as he felt. I rubbed my hand provocatively against his erection and his eyes filled with unmistakable lust. I rolled his huge dick in between my palms, massaging it over and over. He groaned with delight as my tongue licked the silky head of his cock. He tasted absolutely delicious and smelled so warm. I rubbed my cold cheeks against his inner thighs as my hands roamed the back of his legs. My tongue licked his thighs deliciously, loving the feel of his skin on my mouth. At last, I was not able to hold back any longer and put his whole hardness inside my mouth. I sighed as I was filled with the thickness of his cock. He was huge and within seconds, he was deep in my throat.  I looked at him as I sucked his erection, letting him know just how much I want him. He pushed me even closer to him and held my head in place. I gagged at his size but it was not long until the initial discomfort turned into bliss. I filled his tool with saliva and moved him in and out...in and out. Oh, God, how I want this thing inside me. He got harder and harder as I gave him the head and felt his cock stiffen. I held back.