Category: eroticliterature

His hair is much too perfect and the way he spoke drives me crazy. He is so utterly confident. Annoyingly confident about everything he does and says. Even about the way he holds his hands when simply standing there. It’s seems there’s nothing that can possibly shake him or make him feel insecure or awkward. And his hair – really! Does it have to be so perfectly tousled, slightly too long, but still framing his face in such an immaculate way? Anyway. His looks and his behaviour make me feel self-conscious and I hate that.

And yet, I constantly dream about him. Almost every night he’s present, looking at me. Touching me. The more this happens, the less I want to be around him. I’ve even started thinking that he might know about my dreams, about my wet panties in the morning. And now there’s this project that we must work on together. Every day sitting in the same office, at the same desk, staring into the same screen. His physical presence is enough to make me feel like a moron. Read more »

When I get to Brianna’s, she is all kisses as soon as the door is open, and wow is it great. The best part? She is there for ME, not because she struck a deal with twisted-Bitch Veronica

“Bae”, she says, “I think I have a deal in place to get you away from psycho.”

“How? I mean, she’s got me by the short hairs because of mom’s bus-“

“well that’s just it, she really DOESN’T have the business…only PART of it. The hospital owns the majority, and I, along with some other business people, have convinced them to buy that strip she’s in. Hospital develops it and your mom stays, it’s a win-win!”

I was just ecstatic, I mean, there really aren’t words to describe it. “But Bri, why?…”

“I knew you’d ask. But the fact is Billy, I’ve always had a HUGE crush on you. There just isn’t anyone else for me.” Tucking her chin looking at me with those doe eyes she added “Besides, now you owe me…and I want some payback, Mister.” Read more »

Back then it seemed rather strange to me. My nipples were constantly hard and whatever I was doing, my brain seemed to be circling around sex. Where the hell did that come from? At the office, when shopping groceries, the smallest hint was enough to make me think about making love. Rough, passionate and real.

After days basically walking around like this, I gave in and let these feelings, this constant tingling between my legs, simply happening without thinking or worrying about it anymore. One afternoon I was sitting in a café, scrolling through timelines on social media apps, bored and relaxed at the same time, when I saw him sitting over there. He looked gorgeous in his grey shirt and jeans. His hair was dark, wavy and a bit longer than he actually wanted it to be. His eyes met mine and I blushed immediately. He was hot. Really hot. And I almost fell of my chair when I realized that he was taking the seat opposite me. He simply said “Hi” and I answered with the same awkward expression. “Hi”. We started chatting a bit. Small talk. Standard small talk without any depth whatsoever. But he knew and I knew. It was so clear that I almost panicked thinking other people might even be sure what was going on here. We paid the bill and left the café, heading towards the exit. He turned around, looked at me again and walked into the men’s room. I hesitated for what felt like an eternity. Then I followed him. Read more »

The envelope took me to a parking lot of a local PR firm. It was an old, upscale place that was stodgy and absolutely reeked of money. I was there to meet Annalisa Sherrill, who was a socialite & local philanthropist. The info in the card told me that our session was to take place at her workplace & her home, and she wanted something that was…”unique,” But I was up for it. I texted the number, saying simply “here” and after a moment she responded “stairwell”. As I approached, she let me in.

It was nearly 6pm, but Ms. Sherrill held her finger to lips and mouthed “shhh…” then led me up the steps two floors, a quick peek, then she moved me to her office, where I waited. 15 minutes later Anna came back. She walked up and down the hall checking to make sure we were alone and then to my delight she entered the office, and knelt.

“Did you bring the bag?” I asked (as per her wants) and she placed it in front of me. Taking it, I walked over, lowered the office shades and said “Good girl, you may now strip for me.” Read more »

Brianna opened the door, wearing a floor-length robe, and gave me a big hug and a kiss, whispering “Hello, Hero.” She then suggested I call my mom and tell her I was with a friend or something. I had just the excuse, and just as I was ending the call, Brianna came back in the room.

“Bill, I need to know what Veronica has going, please tell me.” She said. Brianna’s eyes are the type you get lost in, so I spilled everything, and I mean everything including what I had just been doing. She nodded, completely unfazed.

“Veronica is one nasty, twisted bitch,” Brianna said. “she actually has several young men that she uses like yourself, and make no mistake, you’re never getting out from under her, not without help. I and some others have tried to stop her, but we can’t. But Billy, I have to tell you something. I have always had a huge crush on you. Then the other night? Well, I can’t stop her, but I’m willing to rescue you.” Read more »