The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (14 page)

“No one to disturb us,” he observed, cupping her full breasts and teasing them through her bra. “And isn’t it a little thrilling to be doing this in a studio?” He raised an eyebrow, kissing her lightly. Juliet giggled.

“It is, actually. I’ve never fooled around in a studio before.” Dan dropped his lips down from her mouth and found her throat, nipping and kissing her sensitive skin. Juliet moaned softly, tilting her head back to give him better access. Dan closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her warm body and the perfume she used, his hands moving back down to the hem of her tee shirt. He pulled it up, breaking away from her neck to bring it over her head.

He let it fall at their feet and smiled, looking down at her; she was wearing a black satin bra, and he wondered—in the part of his mind still capable of thought—if her panties matched.

He reached around to Juliet’s back and undid the clasp, gently working the bra away from her skin and letting it join her shirt. His hands went immediately for her breasts and he began teasing her nipples, loving the sound of her moans as they swiftly hardened under his touch; he even heard the hitch in her breath that signaled her arousal.

“God, do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the base of her throat before brushing a path down past her collarbones, kissing every inch of her breasts before bringing one of her nipples to his mouth and sucking it.

“Oh—oh, Dan,” Juliet purred, leaning up onto the balls of her feet and arching into his mouth. Dan smiled to himself; he had wanted for years to hear her moan his name. He felt greedy—he wanted to hear her moan it over and over, wanted to hear her scream it, even.

He wanted to feel her writhing with pleasure she couldn’t contain. He switched from one nipple to the other, sucking, licking, and even playfully nibbling the sensitive nubs until she was trembling in his arms, pulling at his shirt with hands made clumsy by need.

He pulled his shirt over his head and crushed her body against his, claiming her mouth again. He was so hard, his cock was aching with need, throbbing from desire. He fell onto the couch with Juliet on top of him, taking in the feel of her curves as he worked his way down to the waistband of her pants.

“I need you,” he whispered, unbuttoning and unzipping her cords. Juliet smiled against his lips and wriggled out of the tight pants, somehow managing to remain on top of him. Dan reached down between their bodies and cupped her pussy; he couldn’t see but felt the material of her panties was the same as the bra material—and it was already wet.

Dan felt Juliet’s hands on the waistband of his jeans and he smiled, bringing his hands up to push the fabric down off of his hips. He squirmed, trying to get out of his clothes without Juliet having to get up.

When they were both in their underwear, Dan grabbed at Juliet’s hips, pushing them down even as he thrust up, pressing their bodies together. Through the thin barrier, he could feel the heat of her body and Dan moaned, biting into Juliet’s neck.

She gasped, her arms tightening around him as she moved her hips against his. “This is torture,” she whispered, kissing his earlobe before taking it between her lips, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh. Dan had to agree. He pulled Juliet’s panties down in a quick movement, turning his head and kissing her deeply.

After several moments, Juliet pulled away, sitting up and looking down at him with desire written all over her face. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic at the top of his boxers and pulled them down; Dan lifted his hips to help and grinned lazily as his hard cock sprang free.

Juliet looked down at his erection, her eyes widening. Dan kicked his boxers off of his legs, pulling her back down onto his body. “You are really, really big,” she murmured against his lips, her voice both excited and slightly worried. Dan chuckled, slipping his hand between them to part Juliet’s labia and stroking her.

“Let’s go slow then,” he suggested, turning over and bringing Juliet with him so that they were both on their side. He lifted one of her legs and rested her foot against the back of the couch. “I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, finding her clit and rubbing it slowly. She moaned out loud, pushing her hips down instinctively at his touch. Dan adjusted their bodies and guided his cock up against her slit, kissing Juliet as he began to push into her.

“Ah—oh, oh Dan,” Juliet said in a moan, breaking away from his lips just a moment as he thrust into her slowly, taking his time. He could feel her muscles yielding, taking him in as he moved deeper into her hot, wet pussy. He brushed his lips all over her face, letting her feel every inch of him as he filled her up.

“I love hearing you say my name,” he told her, cradling her in his arms and beginning to move inside of her in small thrusts. Juliet opened her eyes and smiled at him, moving her leg to take him in even more deeply.

She began shifting her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts, and Dan felt his whole body tense with the effort of not just coming right away—Juliet felt so perfect, so tight and wet, with her breasts rubbing against him as they moved together.

He wanted the moment to last forever. He reached between their bodies and found her clit again, rubbing it firmly with his thumb as he began to pick up his pace, thrusting more quickly.

“Mmm, Daniel,” Juliet whimpered, and Dan could feel her trembling, right on the edge of her own orgasm. He began thrusting even faster, rubbing her clit and kissing her all over until she cried out, her arms tightening convulsively around him as she came, moaning and whispering his name over and over again. Just as she finished he couldn’t hold back any longer; he held onto her tightly as he felt his cock twitching, wave after wave of pleasure rocking him as he came.

He kept holding her as he caught his breath, his mind reeling from the intense orgasm. Juliet curled up into him, burying her head against his chest. “It’s a good thing I didn’t put my stuff in the guest room,” Dan commented, freeing Juliet’s hair from the bun she had twisted it into and letting it fall.

Juliet pulled back from his chest and gave him a slightly confused glance, a pleased smile still curving her lips. Dan grinned at her. “You don’t expect me to keep out of your bed at this point, do you?” Juliet laughed, kissing him briefly on the lips.

“There’s more room in my bed than on this couch,” she observed, stretching so every inch of her body pressed against him. Dan could feel himself getting hard again.

“Oooh,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair. “I can be very creative with space like that.” He turned over onto his back, pulling Juliet around to lie on top of him.

“For now, though, let’s see what we can do in this limited space.” He gave her a devilish grin and pushed his hips up into hers playfully.

***

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Inez Eaton

She continued to stare at her cell phone. Flabbergasted and surprised. Her throat felt like it had fallen into her stomach, and she felt her eyes begin to burn as they filled with tears.

It’s over, you’re just too fat.

The text message was simple and clear. She had been with Damian for five years, and had been convinced he was ‘the one’. She loved him, she would have done anything for him, and how dare he break up with her. Over a text message of all things! Not to mention his reasoning. Fat? She was fat?

Dana let out a scream to try and release the sick tension in her stomach. She flung the cell across the room, watching as its tiny plastic body bounced across the carpet and hit the wall in her living room. It remained fully intact, and gave a slight beep letting her known she had gotten an update. She screamed again, frustrated. When she picked it up again, the message would still be there to taunt her.

“What a dick!” she shouted, the tears now running down her face like they were in a race to reach her chin. She wasn’t sure how she should have felt. She was furious and angry, but also really sad and ready to fall into self-pity. She had loved him! How could he just end it? She hadn’t heard from him all week, perhaps this answered why.

Her stomach churned with an empty sick feeling. She wanted to puke. She wanted to knee her now ex in the crotch. She wanted to kiss him, force her tongue into his, and then force his face against her crotch. All the memories of the past year had started to filter into her mind so fast.

She would probably never have another memory with him again, oh how that thought made her depressed. She would never feel his large hands against her frame again, or his tongue as it penetrated her mouth. She would never laugh at one of his jokes again, and he would never again hold her when she was upset.

She was too fat. Ugly, and completely unlovable. She looked down at her stomach as she sat on the couch, immediately judging her body. Her large chest gave the appearance from where she sat that she really was just a fat disgusting slob.

Dana stood up and promptly ran across the room to the bathroom. She knelt down in front of the toilet. The acid burned as it rushed up her throat and spewed from her mouth. She cried even louder, screaming at her frustration. She then forced her fingers down her throat. The gag reflex caught and more disgusting acid made its way from her stomach. It sloshed in the toilet bowl, adding a sickening sound to the silence in the room.

Why had she done that? She had never had body issues before, and certainly wasn’t bulimic. It was because he called her fat, that's why. She had been with him for a year, loved him, adored him, of course his opinion mattered. She hated herself, hated her body!

She fell to one side and laid on the floor. The fuzzy bathroom carpet was soft against her face. Her eyes still burned, and tears ran from them, but she suddenly felt totally empty and void of all emotion. She stared without focus across the floor. The carpet was blue. She had bought it for herself, thinking it was the perfect addition to the bathroom. It had been a good day.

She and Damian had eaten lunch together before he went back to work. She then decided to look around the local store. She had been feeling so amazing and elated, she just wanted to walk around and feel her happiness swell inside her. She hadn’t been planning to buy anything, but this stupid carpet caught her eye.

It was soft as could be with long fibers that stuck up like fur. The feeling of it beneath her feet after a shower was always incredible and breathtaking. She began to focus on it. It was a beautiful sky blue. No, it seemed richer than the sky. The long fibers were pointed in every direction. Twisted fuzzy pieces of string.

Her breathing began to slow, and soon the tears had stopped. She felt numb. It took her a moment to get to her feet, and her stomach lurched in protest when she found her balance. She then caught her image in the giant mirror above the sink.

She was tall with long flowing hair that she had begun dying red back in high school, feeling her long dark brown hair didn’t match her personality enough. The red never came out very bright, but it added a pretty auburn to her locks when the sun hit them. Her face was pretty too, she thought.

Her nose was a bit long maybe, thanks to an Italian heritage, but it gave lovely definition to her face. Her lips were a bit thinner than she liked them to be, but they were naturally rosy and she eventually came to love her smile.

Her full cheeks were red, and eyes blood shot from crying, but overall her natural beautiful came through. Her irises were a striking brown and seemed to play off the color of her hair.

She knew she wasn’t bad looking. But the more the she stared, the more she hated her face. Damian didn’t like it after all.

The length of the mirror showed to the bottom of her waist. She wore a cute light pink summer dress that cut off mid-thigh. Her arms looked a bit flabby and her breasts were huge. Ever since she began puberty the monstrous things had grown to an unmanageable size.

She had just reached an F cup, and found it so frustrating to buy bras online. She grabbed a breast in each hand feeling their entire weight in her palms. She lifted them up and took a moment to stare at her stomach. It was a bit loose and could certainly use some toning, but she had never thought of herself as fat. She hated taking her clothes off, her pudgy stomach sagged and her boobs drooped a bit too low for her liking.

Then there was the slight fat rolls on her hips and thighs. She scoffed as she looked at them. She pitched at the fat, as if she could pull it from her bones. She turned around to look at her butt in the mirror.

God, it’s huge!
She thought, grabbing an ass cheek with each hand.

She wasn’t unattractive, nor was she really fat. Sure, she could have used some toning here and there and tighten her muscles and cut off a bit; but nothing was really wrong with her. These thoughts began to occur to her as she continued to stare into the mirror. She knew they were true; she had nothing to feel self-conscious or loathing about.

She shook her head furiously, whipping her arms with her hair. She didn’t want to believe that. Damian didn’t believe it. He broke up with her because she was fat, and probably because she was hideous. She must have been pretty unlovable and unattractive if he felt she only deserved a text.

Her eyes began to fill with tears again, and she felt her throat drop into her stomach again. She quickly told herself she was ugly, disgusting and that she’d be better off dead.

***

The following day was even more terrible. In the morning she had picked her phone up from the floor. For a long moment she had hoped Damian’s text wasn’t there, that she had imagined it the day before. She was wrong. The cruel little sentence was still in her inbox, and she felt the rage fill her again.

Dana then decided she would rather not get up. She didn’t have work or worry about her college classes for a while, so there really was no reason for her to be up. For a moment she struggled with the idea of making herself breakfast. Looking back at the text confirmed things for her, she didn’t need or deserve to eat. It would just be better if she skipped breakfast and went back to bed.

She curled under the blankets. She took a small remote in her hands and turned on her small bedroom television. It didn’t take her long to find a bad sitcom that would distract her enough to fall back to sleep. She closed her eyes and eventually let herself fall into a restless depression filled sleep.

She woke up again in the evening. How did she manage to sleep the whole day? She wondered this for a minute, before realizing she really didn’t care. Her stomach growled from under the covers and her pajamas. It was empty, and her head began to spin with hunger. While she had decided to skip breakfast, she wasn’t sure how she managed to skip lunch too. Depriving herself of food was pretty extreme, even for an upsetting break up.

She rolled out of bed and got dressed. Jeans and a band tee-shirt would do. Her mind was focused on food, she didn’t need to look good just to go grab a bite to eat. Soon she was in her car and driving from the cheap student complex just outside of campus. Almost everyone had gone home for the summer, but she opted to stay.

It was unusual for the school to allow a student to stay on campus during breaks, but they had decided to allow her. It was so nice to stay in her own little apartment, the same one she had used every year for school, during a time when the campus was nearly deserted.

She parked at her favorite bar. It was a bit of a dive, but they had excellent food. It was pretty normal for her to come here every few days for lunch and dinner, at least when she had money from her part time job bagging groceries and checking stocks at the local grocery store.

She locked the car behind her and made her way up the dirty cement steps. She opened the front door and the bar tender, George, gave her a wave. He actually was fat, an ugly man with a heart of gold and a strange sense of humor. She waved back and tried to send him a smile, though it was difficult with how she was feeling.

She took a seat at the bar, and George grabbed a place mat and a roll of utensils wrapped in a napkin. He placed them in front of her and said cheerily, “what’ll it be tonight, Dana dear?”

She didn’t need to look at the menu. Dana had been to George’s more than enough times to know every item available.

“Do you have fried pickles today?”

George gave a laugh, “of course I do! This is a bar isn’t it?”

Dana tried to laugh with him, and when he was done she continued to give her order, “I want some of those, and a basket of fried mushrooms. I would like a Reuben and French fries, and I take a root beer, and a couple shots of vodka.”

“Right away.” George moved quickly from the bar to the small open window, passing the order along. He came back and folded his hands on the bar. He gave her a sympathetic look and said, “so what’s wrong? I’ve never known you to be a big drinker.”

He then reached under the bar and pulled out a shot glass and bottle of Absolut. He poured her the shot eyeing her as he did so. He pushed the glass in front of her and reached back under the bar for a larger cup. He stepped to the tap and filled it with root beer and sat it next to the shot. He then resumed his questioning sympathetic gaze.

“Damian and I broke up,” she said, picking up the tiny glass and throwing her head back as she drank it in one gulp. In burned her throat and the flavor reminded her of nail polish remover. She knew her guilty pleasure was poison.

“You were too good for him anyway,” George replied and reached back for the bottle of Absolut. He poured her another shot and watched as she threw it back. She then sipped at the root beer to chase the flavor. “Sorry to tell you this my dear, but he was an ass. I’m not just saying that, I never liked him but wasn’t gonna say nuthin’ to you.”

She gave a weak smile, appreciating his honesty. She then sat the shot glass in front of her so he could fill it again. After he poured another shot he went back to the kitchen window and came back with her fried pickles, and mushrooms.

“Anything I could put on the telly for ya?” he asked pointed to the beat up TV behind him sitting on a shelf on the wall.

“Just put it on, anything should be fine.”

“Alright, I’m gonna attend to this customer.” He pressed the power button on the remote in his pocket, then set it down next to her, giving a quick wink. He then walked to the other end of the bar.

Dana had been so busy eating her appetizer, she didn’t even notice the woman standing a foot away at the bar. She was petite and blond with a pointed and luscious face. Her mouth was full, and it was clear she had incredibly blue eyes. As small as she was it was obvious that she was fit, and immediately Dana stopped eating and let jealousy fill her.

“What can I get ya, ma’am?” George said when he reached her.

“Actually, I’m here to pass out flyers. I was wondering if I could leave a stack with you, and maybe set a few on the empty tables,” the girl said. Her voice was sweet and sexy. Dana hated her already.

“Sure, what ya advertising?”

“We have a gym near the university. It’s a great facility, but our numbers are a bit low during the summer with the students being gone.”