The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 23 - 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books for Women

by Kim Wilkerson

  She shook her head, swallowing her wine to say, “Too expensive! Don’t you dare!”

  “Oh, I dare.”

  He yanked it off, splashing wine down her before lapping it off as she shrieked. He breathed over her stomach, “I’ll buy you more bras.”

  He licked her clean, teasing her into a squirming fit while holding her down. By the time he was finished, she was begging him all over again. He finally let her up, “Not until morning.”

  “What!?! Oh, you are cruel!”

  “You want it? Come and get it!”

  She launched herself at him but he wrestled her underneath him, showing her who was boss all over again. When he swung his cock near her face, her tongue darted out as her back arched.

  “Want your throat fucked?”

  She gasped, squirming under him, “You really have to ask that?”

  With a heated grin, he grabbed her chin and raked his shaft over her lips. She licked the entire length of him, moaning when his other hand roughly squeezed her nipple. He pushed his cock into her mouth but, when she tried to reach for him, held her hand down. Staring down at her, he pumped into her mouth while her back bowed off the bed.

  He tugged her nipple, whispering, “Show me how good you are at sucking me.”

  Whimpering at his words and male aroma, she eagerly danced her tongue over him. He taunted her by removing his cock and slapping it against her tongue before reinserting. Her hands fisted in the sheets over her wicked thrill at his powerful position above her. Feeling the build of an orgasm without him touching her clit, she breathed deeply and gasped when his male aroma sent her over the edge.

  Seeing her writhe in climax, he thrust his fingers into her pussy as she begged him to cum on her face. He groaned as he pumped his cock, granting her wish, which sent her into a thrashing fit on the bed. He pulled her hips around and replaced his fingers with his cock, driving her up the bed in a squelching frenzy. Suddenly flipping her over, he dragged her limp body backwards to fuck her even harder. Gushing over his cock, she cried his name as she slapped the mattress.

  He sank around her, breathing in her ear, “You wrecked my head that time. That doesn’t happen often. Not since my college days when a woman let me fuck her ass for the first time.”

  He flexed inside her, making her squirm against him as she weakly asked, “Me?”

  He nodded, “You.”

  “Shit, Sam. We could’ve been wrecking each other all along.”

  He rubbed his stubble into her neck, “That’s okay. We’ve learned a lot since then.”

  Rolling to the edge of the bed, he set her on her feet so they clean up before changing the sheets. She groggily told him, “Alright… you win. After that, you can do whatever or go as fast as you want.”

  “Does that mean I don’t get to tie you to the bed as a sex slave?”

  He laughed at her expression but, when she purred, “That sounds delightful,” his eyebrows shot up as he pulled her to him, “Holy shit! Let me grab the scarves.”

  She playfully slapped his arm and he grinned down at her, “Do me a favor and smash your other phone.”

  Nodding, she breathed, “Tomorrow. Tonight, I have to sleep or I’ll be calling off work.”

  “You’ll be working from bed tomorrow is more like it!”

  They finished making the bed before toppling into it. She snuggled next to him and they both fell fast asleep with the TV blaring. The next morning, she awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. She stumbled out of the bedroom to find a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table and him cooking breakfast.

  After picking her jaw up off the floor, she put her arms around him, “Your ex is fucking crazy!”

  He grinned, “She didn’t like the rougher side of sex.”

  “Oh!”

  He pressed her against the counter for a good morning kiss, “How’d you sleep?”

  “Like a rock! When did you wake up?”

  “About an hour ago. Can you grab those plates?”

  She quickly pulled plates down before fixing herself a cup of coffee. He motioned toward the flowers, “Read the card.”

  Her eyebrows flew up as he grinned but she did as asked to find, “What do you think of calling the new line ‘Daring Curves’?”

  She grinned, “Perfect!”

  “What do you think of moving in with me?”

  Her eyes widened, “How’s that going to look?”

  “From here… it looks damn good to me. We’ll rarely be going into the company. Most of my work’s done at home. Remember, I own the company along with one other guy.”

  She rolled her eyes at his lusty grin, “Let me think about it.”

  His expression let her know he’d help her decide after they ate. She’d secretly made her mind up but wanted her own level of control. His meaningful grin drove a shiver down her spine as he quickly ate his breakfast.

  “Hurry up and stimulate my creativity… dare me with those curves!”

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  Bondage Baby

  by

  Evelyn Hunt

  Sandy glanced nervously from side to side as she stepped onto the sidewalk. The twenty year old girl suspected there was little chance that anyone she knew would catch her walking out of a sex shop, but the risk was there. The store wasn’t that far from her apartment and she’d originally considered trying to find one in another area of town. In the end she decided to just go for it by visiting the nearby store and take her chances.

  As she looked around and didn’t see any familiar faces she realized that she’d got away with it. The magazine was tucked out of sight in her bag and as she hurried away from the store she became aware of just how fast her pulse was racing. She tried to calm herself, but simply knowing that the bondage magazine was in her bag kept her in a heightened state of excitement and she quickened her pace to get home so she could look through it.

  As soon as she stepped inside her apartment and closed the door Sandy took the magazine out of her bag. “That is so gorgeous,” she said under her breath as she looked at the cover. The close up of a perfect female derriere barely covered by a pair of lacy blue panties really was the prettiest of sights.

  It was the handcuffed wrists in the picture that really caught her attention though. The flush of wetness dampened her panties and she shrugged off her coat as she hurried to her bedroom.

  She moved to close the curtains first then dropped the magazine on her bed and followed it down. Lying on her belly she continued to stare at the front cover. Her fingers stroked over the picture and she wondered what it would feel like to be dressed in sexy lingerie with her hands secured together behind her back.

  Sandy couldn’t remember when her bondage fetish first took hold, but for the last few months it really came on strong and buying the magazine was a step up from simply fantasizing about being tied up and used. She finally flicked the magazine open and started to look at the pictures of men and woman playing out bondage and spanking games. She took the time to read the letters and stories too and her panties were quickly soaked.

  Her exhilaration surged when she saw that the magazine included a contact section and the thought of meeting a like-minded person to act out her fantasies made her pulse quicken even more. She rolled on her back as the idea played out in her head and couldn’t stop herself as she pushed her hand under her skirt.

  She let out a rush of breath as her fingers caressed on the wet material of her panties. In her minds eye she could see herself tied up for use and the bondage fantasies played out in her head as she stroked a soft touch along the outline of her pussy lips.

  Sandy’s movements suddenly turned frantic as she pulled her panties to the side to plunge her fingers deep. Her body tensed as the sensation brought out the hunger for a release. The tension coiled
in her belly as she stroked her fingers in and out in a frenetic moment of pure lust and when she finally pulled them out to touch on her clit it pushed her over the edge.

  The release of tension made her writhe around on the bed and the violent shudders wracked her body. She pushed her fingers back inside and the rippling of her slick pussy tightened her around them as the climax peaked.

  When she finally pulled her fingers back out she lay gasping on the bed. The pleasure of the orgasm was tinged with a frustration that her bondage fantasies weren’t being played out for real and she turned back to the magazine. The contact section provided the perfect opportunity to find someone to play with and she started to look through the six pages it covered.

  A first quick glance through the adverts brought her attention to one from a couple looking for a woman to join in their fun. Sandy then took the time to have a more detailed look through the adverts, but at the end of it her mind was still focused on the couple.

  In her fantasies she was always being used by a man, but the idea of a man and woman getting their hands on her seemed a much kinkier idea. Before she could stop herself, Sandy got up to get some paper and a pen to write a reply.

  In it she explained how she wanted her fantasies of bondage play to become a reality and gave some details about herself. When she finished she quickly sealed the letter in an envelope, addressed it to the magazine and went out to mail it before she could change her mind.

  As the letter dropped from her hand into the mailbox a sudden moment of doubt took hold about what she was getting herself involved with. Too late now she thought as she turned to walk home and the fears disappeared from her mind at the thought of what sending the letter might bring her way.

  Two weeks later she resigned herself to the fact that the couple wasn’t interested. The first few days after posting the letter she’d rushed home from work in the hope that there might be a reply. Her enthusiasm started to wane as time passed though. After two weeks she was looking through the contacts section of the bondage magazine again and considering whether she should try and get in touch with someone else.

  The pink envelope put an end to that idea. Sandy took in the faint hint of perfume as soon as she pulled it out of her mailbox and knew it was a reply to the message she sent. She hurried to her apartment to open it and when she tipped up the envelope on her bed the first thing that dropped out was a picture.

  She stared with open mouth at the image of the man and woman. Both were wearing black leather outfits and the woman’s skirt was so short that her stocking tops were clearly on display. Her pretty face and long dark hair caught Sandy’s attention, but her gaze quickly turned to the man.

  He was brandishing a riding crop and looked as if he was just about to use it on his wife. The smile on his face showed how much he enjoyed the thought of doing this and his open shirt showed the muscular torso below. Both looked to be in their forties and more than double her age.

  “Fucking hell…” she let out in a rush of breath as she picked up the picture for a closer look. The image reminded her of some of those from the magazine, but knowing that it was someone she could meet and play with made it all the sexier.

  She finally put the picture aside and grabbed the envelope to see what else was inside. The letter was short and to the point, basically saying that they would love for her to visit if she really wanted to meet them. Sandy’s heartbeat was hammering as she saw the phone number and she was so close to living out her fantasies that she could taste it.

  She picked up her mobile phone and her finger hovered over the keys. Her nerves took hold as she hesitated, but she finally pushed them aside and dialed the number. It rang a few times before the call was picked up and she heard the voice.

  “Hello, Mary Edwards speaking,” a pleasant voice said. The silence stretched out. “Umm…, hello,” the woman repeated.

  “Oh hi,” Sandy replied, but said no more as her nerves took hold again.

  “Can I help you?” Mary said.

  “Oh… yeah… my name is Sandy and…” she started.

  “…you sent us a letter,” the older woman finished.

  Sandy felt the flush of heat in her body. “Yes,” she said.

  “I’m so glad you called,” Mary went on. “My husband and I hoped you would. Did you like the photo?”

  “I’m looking at it right now,” Sandy answered.

  “And can you see yourself in the middle of us,” Mary teased.

  “Yes,” Sandy replied and she was telling the truth. She was picturing herself on the end of a spanking and more from the couple and her excitement was growing.

  “Then you need to come here and we can play out your bondage fantasies for real,” the older woman went on.

  “Really?” Sandy said.

  “Oh yes…,” Mary said. “Really. Can you visit us this weekend?”

  The word was out of Sandy’s mouth in an instant. “Yes.”

  “OK, well here’s the address,’ Mary went on. She waited until Sandy got a pen and paper and gave her the details of where to visit. The meeting was arranged for the Saturday afternoon and the two women chatted a little more before the call was finally ended.

  Sandy lay on her bed following this and her mind raced with the possibilities of what might happen to her. It brought out the hunger for her bondage fetish like never before, but she finally pushed the dirty images aside to go and have a shower.

  Thoughts of the couple remained with her for the rest of the night and it was the same over the next few days. Work seemed to drag as she willed the time to pass and when Friday night finishing time arrived and she made her way home she could sense her anticipation rising.

  She considered phoning again to confirm the meeting, but got so nervous at the thought of doing it that she finally decided not to. The next day promised to be one of the best of her life and when she went to bed she couldn’t switch off. She lay for hours thinking about what might happen before she managed to drift off into a fitful sleep.

  The early morning light brought Sandy out of her slumber and she looked at the clock on the bedside cabinet to see that it was only six o’clock. She usually took the opportunity to have a lie in on Saturday, but on this occasion she knew she wouldn’t be able to relax.

  Getting up she went for a shower and after drying herself simply put on a bathrobe to go and have some breakfast. The morning passed slowly as Sandy sat drinking cup after cup of coffee. She could sense her nerves rising as the time passed and they stayed with her as she went to get ready.

  She knew which panties she was going to wear as soon as she opened her underwear drawer. The little blue thong did little to cover her pussy and even less to conceal her butt. Grabbing the matching bra, she put it on and went to check what she looked like. Nice, she thought as she admired her reflection. The little splashes of blue material looked good against her curves.

  She turned full circle to see what she looked from behind and the sight of her almost naked ass made her grin. Searching through her wardrobe she looked for her black mini-dress. Pulling it over her head she let it slip down her body and her grin widened as she saw just how short it was.

  The dress was loose fitting and as she walked about she could feel the hem playing on her upper thighs. It brought out her excitement and she hoped the couple would like her outfit.

  Grabbing a longer coat from the wardrobe she pulled it on over the dress. It covered more of her legs and meant she would be putting less on show for the journey. A little mascara, blusher and lipstick added to the prettiness of her face and a pair of heels finished the look. Sandy picked her bag and keys from the dressing table and after a final check in the wardrobe mirror, made her way to the door of her apartment to leave.

  The breeze played with the hem of Sandy’s coat on the walk to the train station and she was sure she was putting more thigh on show than was respectable for a Saturday afternoon. It was a turn on though and she was sure she came close to flashing the hem of her sh
ort skirt at a few people.

  She bought a ticket for the journey when she entered the station, then went to look for the correct platform. The train was busy, but not too crowded and she sat looking at the passing countryside as it sped along. Her mind was on the couple and what they would get her involved in and her exhilaration mounted as she approached her destination.

  When the train finally slowed to a stop she waited for the doors to open and stepped down to the platform. She took the small map she’d drawn from her coat pocket when she walked out the exit and it only took her a few seconds to get her bearings.

  Her destination was a ten minute walk from the station and she could sense her pulse quickening with every step towards it. She stopped to try and calm herself a little when she reached the street on which their house stood. It did little to slow her racing heartbeat though.