A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes.
How to Make a Cherry Baby by Jade Taylor
She loves giving oral, but hates receiving it. No man has ever made it enjoyable. Until Josh. One day, he makes her a very special cocktail...but this cocktail is more than just a drink. It’s an adventure in to the world of taste...into the world of oral.
Pigs by Lynn Lake
Two Police Constables can barely keep their hands off each other when a call comes in about some missing pigs. After looking up some suspects, a pig flees from its captor and the Constables begin their pursuit. Being led to nothing isn’t all bad; the adrenaline pumping though their veins makes for a very passionate session behind an old barn.
Marie, Marie by Toni Sands
With money left to her by her grandfather, Marie heads to Canada, a place he feel in love with and wanted to share with her. Though on a group guided tour, Marie still finds time to visit a delicious restaurant with an equally delicious owner. After a couple of encounters, he invites her to dinner at his restaurant completely alone...until she finds out she’s not the only Marie in his life.
First Name Terms by Roxanne Sinclair
Grace desperately wants this promotion, and she knows how to get it. Dressing her best, she sets her sights on Mr Barlow, the man who can give her what she wants, in more ways than one. Staying late until everyone has gone home, Grace makes her moved to seduce her boss.
Merrilee Gets Her Own Way by Eleanor Powell
Merrilee is a woman on a mission. Dressed to the nines, she makes her way to The Sex Boutique to meet Joe, the man she has wanted to spank her for months. She finally gets her way, and an extra serving. Joe’s friend Jed pays a visit...with his camcorder.
These stories have also been published in Satisfy Me ISBN 9781906125882
So far I’m enjoying this cocktail.
He moves me backwards, still kissing me, so that the edge of the dining table is against my arse. Then he quickly lifts me on to the table.
It’s such a masculine move, to lift me so effortlessly, I’m impressed and turned on.
And also surprised. Although he’s not boring in bed, he’s never wanted to start anything out of bed before.
And now this definitely looks like he’s starting something.
My cunt is wet with excitement as he lays me back on the table and begins unbuttoning my shirt.
“What about the curtains?” I ask, the window is right next to us and though it’s rare for anybody to appear at our back door without an invitation, it could still happen.
He ignores me as he finishes opening my blouse, exposing my bra, showing the clearly erect nipples beneath the thin lace.
It’s no use even pretending that I’m not enjoying this with my body betraying me so blatantly.
Then he moves down to the bottom of the table and moves my legs so I’m lying with my knees up and legs apart. He pulls up my skirt, leaving the material bunched around my waist, and goes to pull down my panties.
I try to sit up, try to reach for his hands, try to tell him to stop. Having the neighbours catch me with my bra on display is nothing, having them pop round and seem my exposed vulva is different.
“No,” he tells me, holding my hands tight. He moves back around the table and moves my left hand to grip the left side, and my right hand to grip the right side. “You have to keep your hands there if you want to learn how to make a Cherry Baby.”
I want to tell him no, to say we should move this upstairs, but instead I grip the table.
He’s never shown any signs of dominance before but now as he’s telling me what to do I’m so turned on my breathing is getting harder before he’s even touched me.
I have a feeling gripping on to the table’s a good idea, that I’m going to need a tight grip before long.
He taps my bottom and I lift it for him without a word, letting him slowly inch down my panties, letting out a little moan as I feel some of my wetness come off them and rub against my thighs.
I can’t believe I’m so exposed, and it feels even more erotic that my skirt and blouse are still on when my cunt is so on display. I can feel myself getting slick and swollen, and wonder if he can see, before realising with the sunlight streaming in and the position I’m in, of course he can see.
And he likes it.
“God, you’re turned on,” Josh says, lowering his head as if to inhale the scent of me.