The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Orr, Pauline

  Jasmin jumped as her senses were doused in the tones of a low, deep voice; one that, despite its undeniable sexiness, jarred her with its nearness.

  She froze moments later as she turned to face its captivating source.

  “Joel.” She felt her cheeks blush bright red as she regarded her smirking roommate; a man who currently stood behind her in line at Val’s Vibes.

  He held in his hand his own selection of adult DVDs; his free hand clutched the fingers of a petite redhead who regarded her with pursed lips and raised eyebrows.

  Grinning brightly, Jasmin thrust her own pink purchase high into the air between them.

  “Hope you two have as much fun tonight as I do—orgasms all around!” she declared in a loud, unabashed tone. “Peace out!”

  With a quick wave to Val she fled the premises.

  ***

  “Well that was far from awkward.”

  Late evening found Jasmin once again ensconced in her bedroom; this time staring with blank eyes at the toy that now seemed a useless purchase.

  “Somehow I’m just not in the mood anymore.” She cringed in spite of herself as she recalled the embarrassing scene that had just transpired at Val’s Vibes.

  She cringed again moments later, as she heard the door to her apartment open and close with a low, soft thud.

  “Well it could be a crazed intruder—or it could be the roommate who just saw me buying porn and a sex toy.” She considered both possibilities with equal consternation.

  Moments later the door to her bedroom flew open to reveal the roommate in question; a man who regarded her with wide, sad ebony eyes and a concerned frown.

  “Jasmin, I’m so sorry about what happened at the store,” he advanced inward into her room, soon coming to stand beside her bed.

  Jasmin shrugged.

  “I certainly hope it didn’t bring an early end to your date,” she avoided his gaze. “That young lady was lovely.”

  Joel sighed.

  “Actually it did, but no worries,” he shook his head. “It was just a first date, and not a very successful one.”

  Jasmin arched her eyebrows.

  “Do you usually buy porn on a first date?” She stole a sly glance in her direction. “Of course you do. You’re Joel.”

  The laughter she expected was replaced by a warm hug; one that encompassed her in Joel’s strong embrace.

  “I couldn’t concentrate on her—all I could think about was you,” he told her, wrapping his strong arms around her back, drawing her in until her head rested on the surface of his hard, massive chest. “I was concerned about you.”

  “I’m fine,” Jasmin answered, even as her betraying arms enclosed his trim waist.

  Joel shook his head, leaning over to plant his lips on the surface of her forehead.

  “If you need this stuff,” with this he gestured toward the toy and DVD that lined the surface of her bed, “then you are not fine Jasmin. Granted, you have shown amazing strength in the wake of your break up—you never cease to amaze me. Like everyone else, though, you have needs.”

  His roommate froze.

  “You—you’ve been such a big help to me, Joel,” her voice quavered above the sound of her pounding heart. “You’re so warm and nurturing…”

  “Do you need more?” Joel asked her, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper. “Do you need me to do something else for you, Jasmin? Do you need me to fulfill your needs?”

  Jasmin made no verbal response, only shut her eyes tight and sighed as her rebellious pussy gushed its approval of this provocative suggestion.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Joel cupped her flushed cheeks in two tender hands and tilted her head upward; staring into her eyes as he seized her lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

  Joel swallowed Jasmin’s heated breath as his lips caressed and massaged hers; his long, thick tongue flowing into her mouth as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin of her cheeks.

  Leaning into his kiss, Jasmin tightened her hold around his waist as she rubbed her lips against his; joining in full the luscious tango of twining, dancing tongues.

  For a moment she lost herself in the depths of this sumptuous kiss, also savoring his citrus tinged scent and the feel of his thick ebony strands as they brushed the skin of her neck.

  Finally she broke away from him, even as she moaned for the loss of his intimate kiss, his perfect caress.

  “You don’t have to do this,” she looked him straight in the eyes. “Don’t do this because you feel sorry for me.”

  “I want to do this,” he answered immediately, tossing his ebony mane over one strong shoulder as he fell to his knees before her. “I want you, Jasmin.”

  Apparently eager to prove his point Joel stripped his shirt clean over his head; holding her gaze as he revealed a massive bronzed chest and planed, sculpted abs.

  As Joel’s roommate she had seen and admired his body before; now as his lover she finally felt free to touch his skin; to reach out and run a loving hand across his chest, her fingers grazing his nipples before running the length of his washboard abdomen.

  “You’re beautiful,” she breathed, her hungry fingers screaming her desire.

  “I’m yours,” Joel covered her hand with his. “Now relax and let me please you.”

  With a smooth flourish he fell at her feet, kissing her toes before slithering with infinite grace up the length of her sturdy legs.

  She sighed delighted as those succulent lips touched the skin of her bare thighs; his head stealing below her skirt as his hands massaged her full, fleshed hips.

  This sigh erupted to a low, aroused shriek moments later, as these same hands drew her white cotton undies slowly down her legs; returning immediately to the source of her pleasure, to lay a long and resounding lick across the surface of her feminine folds.

  Leaning inward with a passionate growl, he next licked a throbbing clit that begged for his attentions; laving and suckling her long neglected nub until it pounded its pleasure.

  Throwing her head back, Jasmin let loose with a soft cry as shards of wild erotic ecstasy flew upward through her body; hardening her nipples and making her pussy gush.

  His head bobbed up and down with intense concentration; this move securing his lips on her clit as the tip of his tongue worked magic on her skin.

  Finally and with a resounding lick he sent Jasmin across the bounds of unspeakable ecstasy; launching her body to the heights of a long withheld orgasm that managed to consume her whole.

  She graced him with a dreamy smile as her enflamed body rode the wave of this deeply felt climax; one that gifted her with total satiation as she leaned forward to enclose his shoulders in a warm, loving hug.

  “Thank you babe,” she whispered, searing his smiling lips with a big, wet, grateful kiss.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” he assured her, resting his head on her shoulder.

  Jasmin gave him a long last hug before collapsing in a fit of total exhaustion on the surface of her plain camp bed.

  “Oh believe me,” she grinned in spite of herself. “Not all of it.”

  ***

  During the course of the next few days, Jasmin couldn’t help but notice a slight shift in her relationship with her roommate and longtime friend.

  Sure, they still went out for frozen yogurt every Sunday afternoon; taking the time to discuss the events of their lives and enjoy one another’s company.

  Now, however, Joel topped off these afternoons by asking her if she was hungry for something else; and invariably they would end up back in her bedroom, his head bowed worshipfully between her knees.

  “Sometimes we don’t even make it back to the apartment,” she gritted her teeth, remembering what they had come to know as the ‘car port catastrophe’; in which several of their neighbors had caught them enjoying their newfound passion on public property.

  As much as she enjoyed these encounters, she often wondered at the fact that her passionate friend never took anythin
g for himself; for though they shared endless passionate kisses and warm caresses, he never asked her to pleasure him sexually. And while they enjoyed frequent ‘play dates,’ just as they always had, they’d never ventured out on a proper date.

  Seeking to rectify this situation, Jasmin suggested that they dress up for dinner one evening; also enjoying a meal of filet mignon and buttered mashed potatoes, washed down with some glistening goblets of sparkling French champagne.

  Jasmin dressed for this dinner in a red silk dress that accentuated her rubenesque curves; also piling her mussy hair atop her head and applying a sparkly coat of rarely won red lipstick.

  “You look so beautiful.” Joel praised her arrival at the table; immediately jumping up from his seat to pull out her chair for her.

  Jasmin took her seat at the head of the table, smiling up at the ebony haired wonder in the sleek black dinner suit that emphasized his muscular frame.

  “You are too!” She returned his compliment, watching as he took a seat close beside her at their candlelit dinner table. “I’m so glad you agreed to this date.”

  “I was so flattered by the offer,” Joel’s vibrant smile seemed all the more luminous in the glow of brilliant candlelight. “Absolutely petrified, but flattered all the same.”

  “Petrified?” Jasmin shook her head, adding through gritted teeth, “I’ve had guys express reluctance at the prospect of dating me, sometimes outright hilarity, but out and out terror—now that’s a new one.”

  Joel guffawed outright.

  “And that’s exactly why I was petrified,” he nodded in her direction, “How could I, of all people, serve as a fitting date for such a funny, brilliant woman?”

  Jasmin shook her head.

  “Joel, how can you even think such a thing?” She clutched his hand across the table. “Why do you think we’ve made such great friends and roommates for the past year? We talk endlessly, about everything. And I want to talk about more… so much more.”

  She grinned as Joel bit his lip, casting a shy glance in her direction.

  “Are you saying that you’d like me to be your boyfriend?” His tone soft and hopeful.

  Jasmin said nothing, only graced him with an affirming nod that brought him out of his chair; letting loose with a victorious whoop as he swept her up in his arms and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

  As his lips and tongue massaged hers he carried her into the living room, walking in the direction of the soft, plush ebony day bed that formed the center of the room.

  “Dinner can wait,” he growled against her lips, “I’m far hungrier for you.”

  Tossing her trembling body into the softness of a soft down comforter, he stood tall and proud before her to perform a deliberate striptease that drove her insane.

  She sighed her approval as he slowly peeled away his dark velvet jacket; then unbuttoning and discarding his ivory silk shirt to reveal a bulging chest.

  He unzipped and tore off his tight black paints with comparable haste; revealing a long, hard shaft that stood erect for her approval.

  An approval she displayed by sliding out of her own confining clothes and displaying every inch of her voluptuous body; savoring his moan of ecstasy as he descended upon her, once again joining his lips to hers as their arms and legs entangled.

  Their bare, sweaty bodies joined in a passionate cocoon on the surface of their day bed; their tongues and fingers both entangling as they rolled wild across this perfect resting place.

  “Though somehow I don’t think we’ll be getting much rest tonight,” Jasmin mused, taking in her breath as her lover bowed his head to her breasts and covered her nipples with his lips; kissing and suckling as he massaged her back with gentle, loving hands.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this,” he whispered, his trim hips bolting forward to meet hers as the tip of his shaft teased her tender cleft.

  Throwing her head back, an ecstatic Jasmin thrust herself against him; her voluptuous breasts crushing the surface of his chest as her legs entrapped his waist.

  “So it’s true,” she smiled, staring deep into his eyes. “You dreamed of me too.”

  In answer to her words her aroused lover plunged his cock to the soaking depths of her warm, tight pussy; holding her gaze as the lovers exploded in one another’s arms.

  Their kisses were frenzied as his long, hard shaft probed and penetrated her; surging forth to her core as their arms clung together in a binding embrace.

  Jasmin’s heart pounded as Joel kissed her senseless, pulling her body closer than close as their chests and thighs locked.

  At one point their eyes flew open to ensnare one another in an intimate stare; one that reflected the intense heat of a friendship caught fire. He thrust against her as his engorged shaft probed and filled her; and then with a final mighty thrust he carried them over the edge.

  Sealing what seemed an eternal bond of friendship and love, the couple’s lips smacked together as their beings ignited in the heat of an intense, multi-layered orgasm; one that enshrouded them in a haze of unbridled passion that threatened to consume them whole.

  Moments later they lay together in a loose, easy embrace, their longtime friendship instantly recaptured as they whispered in hushed, slightly delirious tones about the totally cool thing that had just passed between them.

  These whispers ceased moments later, as a loud, resounding knock resounded from their front door.

  “Loud, obnoxious and totally unwelcome,” Jasmin pursed her lips, throwing a wary glance in Joel’s direction. “It has to be my ex-boyfriend.”

  Her suspicions were confirmed moments later, when a key turned in their lock; allowing the entrance of a man whose pained expression brought endless delight to the watching couple.

  “Oh really, Jasmin? So this is how it is?”

  Peter Moore came to stand beside the couple’s day bed; planting his hands firmly on his hips as he observed their blatant nakedness.

  “I just can’t believe this, Jasmin. I make one stupid mistake,” he held up a firm finger for emphasis, “and you choose to seek comfort in the arms of your himbo, man whore roommate?”

  “That’s me!” Joel waved his hand enthusiastically in response to Peter’s insult. “Really Peter, did you think that this wonderful, extremely sexy woman would stay single for long?”

  Ignoring Joel’s jibes, a chagrined Peter shifted his gaze to the face of a smiling Jasmin.

  “I came to see if there was any remote possibility that you might want me back,” he sighed. “I guess, though, that the answer is no.”

  Jasmin nodded.

  “That, my dear, would be a fair assessment,” she agreed. “The only thing I want back from you at this point is the key to my apartment.”

  Dismissing her shocked, scowling ex-boyfriend with a casual wave, Jasmin next turned to the smiling hunk who rested in her arms. And somehow she got the idea that he’d be staying there awhile.

  “As far as what I want from you, dear man,” she kissed his smiling lips, “that question is going to take more time to answer.”

  “I’ve got all night,” Joel assured her, pulling her closer than close and covering her lips in a binding kiss. “Not to mention the rest of my life.”

  ***

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  Jack and Blue - Sexual Desires

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  Andrea Dunn

  She kept telling herself this wasn't a big deal and that in the big picture it didn't matter. As a college senior she had much more important things which should be on her mind, but so far she felt like she was on top of the world and that her next step would be a step down the hill towards middle age.

  Liz was every high school girl's dream- or at least she was what she had dreamed about when she was still in high school. She was President of the most p
restigious sorority at a major college, about to attend her spring formal. Plus, her fiancé would be on her arm for the entire evening which almost always boded well for her physical inner self.

  The spring formal always centered on the outgoing senior class and the resulting farewells which ensued. She would again be in the spotlight she so adored, though the opportunities for her to shine in this picture frame were starting to narrow given her impending graduation.

  Liz laughed to herself for a moment, thinking again about how they labeled things as "formals" which turned out for just a fancy term for prom-for-slightly-older-kids. Curtis would be there shortly to pick her up and get them over to Daytona Beach, a short two hour drive away from campus.