Alina Said Call Me, Maybe (A Short Romance)
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I think it’ll happen. Just a little more.
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Excerpt from the short story
Amy ‘Red’ Riding’s Hood,
Adult Fairy Tale Erotica
“Come here.” As he hung with one hand on the windowsill, Sean pulled Amy into a kiss with his other hand against the back of her neck. Tingles and shivers spread across the skin of her arms, across her breasts, deep into her belly, and down her legs to her very toes. The taste of his warm lips and spicy male breath made her hunger for more. Leaning outside the window to reach his lips left her exposed to the cold night air. Finally, she had to stand up, breaking off the delicious kiss.
“Come in,” Amy motioned with her hand.
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
Sean searched for the words. “There’s something I want to try.”
She waited for him to explain further but he didn’t. “Which is?”
“You’ll see. For now....” Again, he kept his words silent.
Amy laughed. “You’re impossible.” She felt silly standing in her bedroom as he looked in from just outside her window, but decided to play along. In the meantime.... “Let’s play a game.”
“Okay.”
“I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully.”
Sean laughed. “That should be easy, though it sounds pretty one-sided.”
“Are you ready?”
“Ready.” He leaned against the windowsill as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Amy took a deep breath and shivered with the thrill of the game. “What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”
Sean laughed again. “That’s one helluva question.”
“Well?” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, feigning impatience.
“Alright, I guess that…uh....”
“Come on,” she coaxed.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna tell you this.”
“What is it?” Amy stopped tapping her foot.
“It’s just that....”
“Yes?” Her heart beat loudly in anticipation.
Sean sighed. “I’ve had a lot of one-moon liaisons, weekend flings, and hollow romances. I don’t want that anymore.” His severe eyes instructed her she needed to understand what he was saying. “I want more than that now.”
Amy gasped. She felt her heart unlock, springing wide open. The last possibility of a lonely life put on its coat and walked out for good. By the way Sean started rambling, he must not have realized how happy his divulged secret made her feel.
He said, “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you didn’t want the same thing, and then I’d lose our whole friendship thing or lover thing or whatever this is, and I don’t want to lose that, so forget I said anything. It was a stupid game.”
Amy jumped at Sean and kissed him. Hard. She stepped back and waited for his response.
Sean looked shocked, as though trying to understand what just happened. “If I say it again, do I get another kiss?” he finally said.
Amy laughed and kissed him again, gently this time. Sean was the one. Her heart told her so. Would their relationship last? She remembered discovering her girlfriend’s man being unfaithful. He had pleaded with Amy to keep his past indiscretions a secret. She did. When her girlfriend had learned the truth, Red had lost her friend. “Sean, the only way we can stay together is if there are no secrets between us. You know that, right?”
Sean nodded slowly. “You’re right.”
“No secrets?”
“No secrets.” Sean had a gleam in his eye. “Just one question.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”
Amy laughed. “I don’t have any secrets from you.”
“There must be something.”
“There really isn’t.”
“Okay, fine.” Sean’s eyes hunted for the next thing to say. “If you did have a secret from me, what would it be?”
“You’re wicked.”
“You started it.”
Amy sighed, still feeling awkward about standing in her bedroom as he remained at her windowsill. What was he planning? “I guess something I haven’t told you yet is what happened to me when I was twelve.”
“Something to do with all those drawings of yours?”
“Yeah. One day during the spring, I went to the river to wash my clothes, as always.” She paused to check his reaction. He just nodded for her to continue, so she did. “There was a wailing and I thought it was a baby crying. I followed the sounds and discovered the cries came from a baby wolf inside a broken, hollowed out log. A real wolf, not a lycan. I approached the pup to help it, find out what was wrong. Then I heard a growling behind me. I turned to see a full-grown wolf baring its teeth at me. I managed to slowly step away without being hurt. I’m sure it was the pup’s mother wanting only to protect her offspring, but still.... She scared the lightning and thunder from me.”
Sean nodded. “Huh.”
“What?”
“It’s just....” He picked at some moss growing on the edge of the sill. “How do you think you’ll react when you see me grow a snout?”
“I’ll be so turned on, you’ll have to fight me off.”
Sean laughed. “Come here.”
Amy bent over to reach her head through the window. He kissed her again.
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Excerpt from the short story
Hansel and Gretel
with the Sexual Hunter
Hansel gestured with his hand. “Come on in. The water’s fine.”
Inside, Gretel threw her purse onto the floor, slammed the front door shut, and grabbed Hansel by his cock as she kissed him.
He returned the kiss, passionate and hungry.
She knelt down, squeezing his cock, seeking to bring it to life, preparing it for her lips.
“No, no.” Hansel said.
“Hansel, I want to.” Why wouldn’t he let her give him a blow job. She was practically a little too-well known in high school for her famous blow jobs. She kept that bit of trivia about her past a secret from Hansel. He didn’t need to know that. But she did want to show him how good she could please him.
He helped her stand up.
“Come here,” he said. He leaned her against the wall and kissed her again. She let her thighs separate to send him an invitation. That invite was successfully delivered. She felt his hand caressing the inside of her thigh, lifting her dress.
His other hand yanked down her neckline and he took a nipple into his mouth.
Gretel sighed at the rhythm of his tongue, twirling in time to the fingers circling her clit.
She held his head to her chest. A tingling rush filled her breast, her nipple popping awake. One of his hands kneaded the flesh of her rear. His other hand still pressing swirls at that tip between her folds.
Kneading and pressing, kneading and pressing. This was one man who knew how to apply his love of making confections to his love-making.
Two of those strong fingers of his found their way inside her. She gasped. Hansel kissed her neck. She arched her back, threw back her head giving him more access to her neck, and felt the pounding of his fingers inside her. Her body sizzled at his kisses.
“Come inside me,” she breat
hed.
“Later.” He kept right on pummeling her with his hand.
Why wasn’t he entering her? Why was he resisting? Is there something wrong with me? This wasn’t the first time he pushed away her advances. Could it have been he was gay? Still in the closet, even to himself? All the hunks she worked with in the fashion field were gay.
Hansel was now impaling her faster, thrusting those fingers into her hard. A rising swell threatened to crash and wash over her soon.
Good.
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