Author: erotica_69

Don’t Make Me Do This

“Don’t make me do this.”

I sat in front of my so-called friends at Southway bar in absolute resolution. There was no way I would do what they were asking of me. I had pride. For the love of God, I had pride and self-respect. I would never put myself in that position again.

“Jessie, please. You are the only one who can get through to him.”

The pleas from my supposed best friend. My *ex*-best-friend after this.

“How could you ask me to do such a thing, Robyn? You were there with me when it was all over. You know how I cried. Yet, here you are, asking me to do this? Why do you think this is okay?”

My heart felt torn apart. Every part of me hurt.

“This is not just on Jess,” Frank piped up. “This is all of us. We wouldn’t ask you to do this if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

I rolled my eyes. Frank was in love with Robyn and would do anything she wanted. Even though she was completely INSANE in what she was asking of me. Read more »

The Nanny, Part 3 (Kyle)

I woke to the vibration of so much wanting in my body, I could barely stand it.

Cynthia.

The tight, firm backside. The milky-soft breasts. The fierce hazel eyes that had been so full of hatred and disdain, had lately been filled with…what?

She’d stayed. I had been truthful in the offer of the ten thousand dollars. If she would let me have her one more time, I’d repay her in kind. She did. She allowed my seduction, and gave into it. She’d let me stroke and suck and explode inside her.

I could not forget how good it felt. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her body against mine, and taste her sweet, soft lips again.

But I would have let her go.

She didn’t leave, but she wouldn’t let me touch her again. She wouldn’t even speak to me, aside from perfunctory mentions about the children. This had been going on for months.

But, Julia was going away for the weekend to visit her sister, and she was taking the kids. We would be alone again and I could bear the distance no longer. Read more »

The Nanny, Part 2 (Cynthia)

I thought it was a dream. Or more like a nightmare.

But it wasn’t.

I woke up the next day with the vision of him hovering over me, the feeling of him inside me, and the taste of his tongue in my mouth. And on my clit.

Fucking monster.

*I’ll leave. I’ll go. I’ll pack my things and go straight to the police.
He raped me. He fucking raped me.*

The more I thought about it, the more enraged I became. I didn’t sign up for this shit. I should have punched him in the face and clawed his eyes out; I wanted to grab a knife from the kitchen and cut out his raping heart.

The door to my room pushed open. It was Joel, sweet Joely. He jumped on my bed and wrapped his pudgy arms around my neck, showering me with kisses and melting away the anger.

“Cynthia, can we go to the sprinklers today? I want to go, just you and me.”

I ruffled his dark blond curls. “Sure. We can do anything you want today. But we can’t leave Cassie behind. She’ll be sad.” Read more »

The Nanny

I had it all. I’d strived for it. The loving wife, the two beautiful children, a senior position at my father-in-law’s advertising firm. I had played everything well; I was charming and dutiful, that was my gift. I made everyone fall in love with me, man or woman. It was easy for me.

I went through life in a breeze, and when my wife, Julia, wanted to return to work, the natural course of things was to hire a nanny for the children. Joel and Cassie, they were 3 and 5, and were the only real things I loved in the world. I loved Julia, in my way, but she had been my entry into the world of comfort and luxury. I could not divorce her from that. I loved the ease of our existence, and so I loved Julia – she was the reason for it all, and she adored me. I told her she was beautiful and championed her art, and when she wanted to go back to work, at an art gallery in the city, I supported that as well.

But we needed a nanny. Read more »