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  Erotica Short Stories

  By Lady Aingealicia

  Copyright © 2014 by OSL PUBLISHING

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

  Table of Contents

  One Day

  Lingerie

  Soothing Waters

  OhGod

  The Shoot

  Memories

  Spring Arrives

  Summer Heat

  The Barn Raising

  The Office

  Allen

  His Arms

  Take It

  Where things are

  First Day Jitters

  Dinner and Code

  The Penthouse Suite

  The Inheritance

  Move in day

  The First Night

  The Entity

  In the Beginning

  Let the Fighting Begin

  Dinner and Dancing

  The Balcony

  The Homecoming

  Touchdown

  The Room

  Take Me Higher

  The Invasion

  The Landing

  Unity

  The Farm

  Spring Tide

  Still Smoking

  Haiti

  Dangerous Grounds

  The Trip

  The Net is Not Enough

  The Tango of Sex

  London Fires

  So It Begins

  The Workout

  The Bar

  Entrance Granted

  Getting out of the Projects

  Marcel

  The Contract

  The Hospital

  After the Fact

  Jersey City

  Settling in

  Life Goes On

  Thug Love

  The End of Innocence

  Where do we go from here?

  The Sun Will Shine Again.

  And the Song of Life Goes On

  Epilogue

  Billionaire Tease

  Travel Plans

  Introductions

  Meeting the Big Man

  Classifieds

  Tragedy Strikes

  A New World

  Dinner and a Wedding

  Life on the Plains

  Haiti

  Dangerous Grounds

  The Trip

  The Proposal

  Training begins

  Cumming to the End

  Bare Endings

  The Proposal

  Training begins

  Cumming to the End

  Bare Endings

  When in Rome

  Espresso and Service

  Meeting Mr. B

  The Beach House

  Getting out of the Projects

  Marcel

  The Contract

  The Hospital

  Requited Desire

  And the Summer Begins

  Kitchen Heat

  Things Heat Up

  Interracial Romance

  By Ariel Young

  One Day

  She first saw him through a storefront window, under the sign, “If you have to ask, you can’t afford it.”, in an upscale lingerie store. His fleeting glance barely caressed her eyes, but made her heart jump. A sly smile curled her lips as she felt a certain…dilating.

  Pretending to look at some lacey thing in the display, she absorbed him, wondering if the half cups he fondled would feel good against her puckering nipples…if his hands would cup or stroke, squeeze or tweak. Apparent humidity, she was now nearly blushingly embarrassing moisture.

  ‘…don’t nobody kiss it like you…’ filling her ears from her phone playlist didn’t help. “Heheh, well played, sir.”, she whispered and licked her lips.

  She sighed aloud as the song faded and was replaced by the ‘King of pop’ staccato beat and piercing words filled her ears, she quietly mouthed the words, ‘PYT…pretty young thang…’ and smiled. “Damn, I love my playlist…” as she became lost in the moment.

  It seemed the rest of the world simply fell away. A single frozen scene, the two of them together, yet separated by glass that may as well have been worlds between them.

  And then, her inner voice reminded her of the vast differences.

  “Well off, confident. Just starting out, so poor and then there’s the ebony…ivory, it’ll never happen.” she pouted slightly, tore her gaze away.

  Skies opened above, mirroring her thoughts. Pulled up collar almost kept her dry against the downpour, she jumped over filling puddles as she crossed the street to a hailed cab.

  “Maybe one day…”, a glance over a damp shoulder. The store front shrank as they pulled away and disappeared into the anonymous night.

  Lingerie

  The unlined lace felt slightly stiff under his fingertips, “Pretty, but how comfortable would it be?” his hazels bore into the brown eyes of the clerk. Slight smirk to ease her tension only made it worse.

  “It’s, um…”

  “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…Leah.” led to a perplexed look. “Name tag.” With a nod and a smile.

  “Right.” insert nervous laugh.

  The affect he had on her, nearly…prey like in its delicate dance.

  “So, would you wear these?” dangling the French cups and miniscule matching thong from a curled finger?”

  Normally an articulate, well spoken young woman, all she could utter was, “We don’t…I, um…”

  The smirk returned, “I meant would these be comfortable enough to actually wear or simply for a visual?” he added a sly, subtle chuckle.

  “I’m doing a photo shoot for a perfume ad, and want to make certain the lingerie looks beautiful, but something a real woman would wear.”

  “I’ve never worn the style, but I imagine they are comfortable.” with renewed confidence. “The brand is locally designed and produced, all high quality materials. And, to answer your question, yes, I would wear them.”

  She cooler on the outside, but a familiar quiver told her differently, a body rush raising the fine hairs on her arm.

  His fingertips lightly brushed them into a nearly electric shockwave, “Thank you. Thank you so much for your input. I’ll take one each, a four, eight and twelve.”

  Visible shudder ran up her arm, instinct told her to pull away…his eyes and mannerisms wouldn’t allow her to.

  The pause apparently too long, he playfully tapped his phone on the counter next to the QuickPay with another disarming smile.

  She tore herself away to retrieve the sets he had requested. Just inside the curtained back room, a sigh escaped her.

  Locating the stock number and sizes, she quietly touched the lace to her glowing cheek “Easy, babygirl…” she breathed, “…I’d let him peel these offa me with his teeth.” Hardening points mimicked the mannequins pressing into filmy cups in the window.

  Emerging through the curtain, she felt the warmth of her flushed face. His smile seemed to say that he knew what she was feeling, what she had said and done…it made her damp. Quietly embarrassed but aroused, she returned a knowing smile.

  Thankful that she had to glance away to ring up the lingerie, she discreetly looked him up and down. Pausing to mentally devour, smirking that she had licked her lips without thought. ‘Mmmm…’ nearly escaped her
at the thought of what those hips would do, if given the chance.

  “You ok?” broke the trance.

  “Ok…uh…yeah, yes I’m fine.”

  “Get lost for a moment, there?”

  “Lost…let’s go with that.” the smirk returned to curl her lips, his mirrored the smile.

  Finishing the sale, she gently placed the shimmery bag on the counter. Fingers lightly touched as he reached for the string handles, a slight, visible shiver danced through her, he did not pull away.

  “Thank you, Leah…” lightly caressing perfectly polished French tips, “…appreciate your help.” He paused, momentarily deliberating if he should…then sliding a business card across the glass.

  She looked down. ‘Ian’s i… fine photography’ and his cell number.

  “You should call me, Leah. We could have some fun…” he held her gaze, then turned and seemingly swept out the door.

  “Odd…” she mumbled, “…didn’t even hear the bell ring.”

  Soothing Waters

  “I’m glad you called, I have a downtown lingerie shoot tomorrow afternoon…”

  “Nice! A cattle call or a real shoot?” her always supportive GF prodded.

  “Real shoot, the agency said the photographer specifically asked for me after looking at the albums. Sweet, huh?”

  “Nice!” her sometimes annoying standard response. “Revealing or granny panties?” a grin obvious, even through the phone.

  “Heheh, I can feel your evil smirk, girl.”

  “Well?”

  “I’ll be working the skin in this one, teeny, classy sets from what I hear. I swung by the store during lunch, just to look at some to get in the zone. And may I add, rrrrr…I’m ready to show off a little after the visual got me all warm this afternoon.”

  “The guy you were drooling about? A hottie, huh?”

  “Ohhhh yeah.”

  “Haha, baby, you better chill, or you’re gonna need to grind one out.”

  “Ha, tooooo late. Poor, innocent pillow.”

  “You are seriously baaad!”

  “Ain’t I though? It was so worth it. Heheh they may have to let me keep the thong tomorrow, can’t promise it’ll stay dry.”

  “Ohhhhh, listen to you. Now who’s smiling ear to ear?”

  Though on the phone, raises hand, “That would be me.”

  “Soooo, tell me about him, you never finished describing him, you know. I do know your family is gonna freak, girl…Naomi with a white boy.”

  “MmmmHmmm…”

  “Well, maybe not your mom. She seems ok with the white on black thing. Or, at least more tolerant.”

  “Yeah, she had a white BF in college, dad and my brother on the other hand…”

  The visual of him through the window at the store flooded her thoughts, and made her flower swell and dampen, “Oh Kiki…what do I say about him?”

  “Only everything, spill it!”

  “He makes me wet…”

  “Ok, not what I meant by spill it, but still.”

  “Heheh, well he did…does…well dressed, but casual, comfortable and confident. Almost tousled hair, but neat…killer grey eyes…”

  she drifted again, returning to the feelings that arose in front of the store window. She gently pulled on a growing nipple pushing through the extra large t shirt draped over her, imagining it was his. An “Ohhh…” escaped her…”Listen, Ki…I…um, I gotta go. I wanna take a bath to moisturize for tomorrow.”

  “But you haven’t…”

  “I’ll text you before I leave for the shoot in the a.m.” she tossed her phone on the couch, headed to the bath, absently running hands up under the shirt on the way…palming rigid points and drawing another whisper, “Ohhhh yeah…”.

  Slinking to the rhythm of honey smooth jazz and R and B pouring from the speakers, she pulled back the cream colored curtain from a claw foot bathtub. Soon, steaming hot water cascaded, adding lavender and vanilla oil she peeled an oversized T shirt over her head. Lips opened slightly as she gazed at her reflection, two rigid points rose from her soft chest, puckered and rigid. Nearly painful to touch. Satin thong clung to dampening nether lips, she smiled at the obvious darkened hue that had grown on them. Hips swayed to the beat, eyes closed, delicate fingers crept across smooth, ebony skin.

  She knew that he was likely out of her league, but tonight? Tonight, the fantasy belonged to only her and she would not be swayed.

  Stepping into the foaming warmth, she slowly lowered herself into the soothing waters and pulled handfuls of it up and over her shoulders allowing it to cascade down arms, trickles painting shimmering lines between rising breasts, tickling her nipples.

  “Mmmmm…nice.” She eased back against the slope of the tub and lower into the blissful water, hands stroking silky skin until fingertips lightly touched her course strip of hair atop swelling mound. Eyes closed, breathing got a bit ragged, gasps and sighs followed her lowering touch. In her mind, she saw his exploring digits easing downward, an audible gasp eased from her as she slipped a single fingertip around rising button of her tender clit without actually touching it. So smooth, so wet…so…

  OhGod

  Stepping into the cascading shower, he ducked his head to feel it flow over and through a fresh haircut, running fingers through it to push it back as he leaned his head back. Sometimes a shower felt SO damn good, tonight was one of those. Pictures of tomorrow’s photo shoot ran like a film in his head. Delicate lingerie clinging to beautiful curves, expanses of smooth skin glowing in the mid afternoon sunshine.

  Their nipples pressing for release as breezes waft over them…he could…smell their excitement even now.

  He was a guy, so just the thought of what was to come had him hardening as the body wash rolled down.

  “Damn, I love my work.” He smirked allowing the visions to flow.

  His imagination kicked in as he thought of the three women scheduled to be in the photo shoot. All body types would be there, a curvy redhead…slender, athletic blonde and an in between brunette, an ‘ebony beauty’, according to the agency album.

  “Mmmm…that dark skinned, tasty angel. I can’t wait.”

  With her visage playing through his thoughts, his hand wandered downward as he rinsed. He so liked mysterious black girls…the idea found his hand loosely curling around a growing shaft. Her smile in the agency pic revealed everything, yet nothing. It was at the same time sweet and demure, but with a certain playfulness that intrigued him.

  Yes, he had picked her because he was attracted to her…and had even chosen a royal blue set to compliment her slate tinged, brown skin.

  “Yessss…” he slowly stroked a fist back and forth across his swollen member. Closing his eyes, allowing his mind’s eye to see her there with him, delicate hand wrapped around him making him gasp with pleasure. “Ohhh yeah, my nubian beauty…I am so looking forward to seeing you. I hope you like your guys on the lighter side of the palette.”

  Her smiling face, her small, insistent hand pulling on him…there was no holding back. He threw his head back, mouth open, eyes closed and with a silent groan pulled his gripping fist tight against his balls and released a torrent into the air with a grunt. “Ohhh godddddddd…” was all he could utter as he shot and shot with her image slowly dissolving as he became spent. The shower washed away most evidence of his blissful relief, redirected spray rinsed the rest down the drain.

  Sleep would be swift in arriving tonight. He was figuratively and physically drained as he emerged from the shower, casually tossing the towel across a chair and dropping to his bed with a loud sigh. He didn’t even take the time to turn off lights, far too relaxed to care.

  “Until tomorrow…until tomorrow.” He drifted off with pictures of ‘her’ floating through his mind.

  Gentle circles drawn around her swollen clit had her breathing and heart rate rising, ragged gasps and whimpers punctuated her candle lit bath room, lavender teasing her flaring nostrils. She purposely avoided touching the amazingly s
ensitive tip of her ‘tiny penis’ as she had called it more than once. She was hovering right on the cusp of building passion and an explosive cum but wanted to make it last as she remembered his face, his smile and wished those grey eyes were searing into hers from between her quivering thighs. Two fingers slid down and returned up the length of her swelling outer folds like his tongue might…if he was there.

  “Oh sweet man…I would so love to have you ravishing me right now, mmmm yes.”

  Raising hips to meet pressing digits, she created small, lapping waves against the tub’s edges. Hollow, wet sounds reverberated in the small room, as her palm slapped against her mound while she rapidly stroked herself into a spasm. Pulling hard on her nipples she released staccato gasps, squeezed round, shiny breasts so hard the soft flesh pressed between grasping fingers.

  “Ohgod…” her raspy voiced growl. Her thoughts had him lifting up between her legs, and in one smooth stroke, burying his turgid cock to the balls inside her. Two fingers now firmly pressed into her opening pussy and set off her first orgasm, “Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” outer and inner lips gripping rigid fingers as they stroked in and out, pausing only to roll hard clit between finger tips. She threw her head back, sucked air through clenched teeth, and shuddered so hard water ran over the top of the porcelain and onto the tile floor as she thrashed her hips and released her massive climax into the bath. “Shitttttttttt!” echoed before she grew still and quiet, flaring nostrils the last remnant of her explosive cum. She didn’t dare move or even remove her fingers from her pulsing hole just yet…just breathe.

  Her flower fairly gripped her slowly withdrawing knuckles, not wanting to release them. “Oh baby, baby…I want you.” When she regained her senses, the bath had cooled and she was ready for a deep sleep, perhaps to dream of him while he was still hers, even if just a fantasy. She rose and dried herself with a super soft towel, wrapped it about her and tucked in the edge as she pulled the drain, softly blew out the candles and made her way to her awaiting pillow top bed…”Mmmmmm…” she draped herself across a corner, pulled a fluffy throw over her cool skin and quickly drifted off.