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  Romantic Bliss

  Five Explicit Erotica Stories

  all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Red Hot Explicit Erotica Press

  Angel in Pink

  an erotic short by Sandra Strike

  Copyright 2012 by Mmmmore Productions

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  Back in 2000, when I left high school for college, I was a frustrated virgin. Hey, I was trying! I think I wanted every single girl I ever saw from the time I was twelve! Cheerleaders, brains, band geeks, popular girls, unpopular girls—in high school, every one of them was fodder for my bedroom fantasies. I used to jerk off almost every waking moment I was so damned horny all of the time.

  I almost got some when I was a senior. I had a girlfriend who lived one town over, and we were together one Saturday at a baseball game. We sneaked away to the bus, and I actually got my hands down her pants, but when she pulled my dick out and got about three inches away from it with her mouth, we heard everyone else heading to the bus. I was wearing sweat pants and had to hide my hard on for the whole trip home. No problem, though, because a dance was coming up and I knew I’d get laid, finally…except we broke up instead.

  Anyway, my parents were wealthy, so they set me up in a nice apartment right across from the school and they gave me a monthly spending allowance. My school and books were paid for, they set up accounts at a bunch of local restaurants and department stores, and I had several hundred dollars per month to spend any way I wanted. The best part of it was that I arrived a month before school started, so I pretty much got to hang out all I wanted. Anyway, it was kind of weird because I was able to buy cigarettes and porn magazines, and all of those kind of things. Nobody looked at me weird, they just filled my order!

  I bought one of those magazines filled with letters about sexual experiences, and I read one about a guy who ordered a prostitute. The letter was cool, but the only thing I cared about was that the letter said he found the girl in the classified section of the paper. I put my dick back in my pants and rushed out to the nearest newspaper machine, but I ended up buying one at a liquor store because I didn’t have quarters. I grabbed it and rushed home.

  I couldn’t believe it. There were twelve or thirteen ads for “escorts” in the back. Better, it was only about $150 for an hour! Outside of what my parents gave me each month, I had a savings account with almost four thousand dollars in it, so God! I could get fucked every day! I picked the first number and called.

  The lady on the phone sounded kind of old, and I got this vision in my head of some middle aged woman in an old west saloon running the prostitutes. Anyway, she started asking me what kind of a girl I wanted just like I was ordering pizza. I didn’t want to tell her the truth—that any female who was breathing would be perfect, so I just started describing a girl in a soda pop ad in the paper. She said she had one just like her, a pretty brunette who was very petite (I found out that meant short) and she could be at my place in an hour or so. She also said there was a special for two hours for only $250, so I told her to send her over. The lady on the phone took my address, reminded me that I should tip the girl, and we hung up. I had about $200 in cash, so I ran across the street to one of the ATMs at the college and pulled out another $300. I didn’t know how much I should tip, but I figured it would be enough.

  The girl showed up a few minutes late, but not too late. She was pretty indeed, although the truth is that she could have been absolutely ugly and I would still have been excited. I was about to lose my virginity. I was about to become, well, a man. She shook my hand and asked to see my ID, and I handed it over. Then, she told me I was supposed to pay in advance, and I forked over the $250. That was when she stopped being all business. She gave me a big hug and a big kiss. Then, she pulled out a cell phone and called to let the people at her agency know I was the real thing, had paid, and was alright.

  When she flipped her phone shut, she smiled at me, put it back in her purse, and set her purse on the kitchen counter. I pulled a couple of sodas out of the fridge and handed her one. Then, we headed into the living room and sat on the couch. I didn’t know what the hell to say or do. I just made stupid small talk, but right in the middle of it, she put a finger to my mouth to shush me and then stood up. She was wearing a nice black dress, and she reached behind her back, unzipped it, and it fell to the floor. She asked if I was a new customer for the service. I stammered because she was standing in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties and a little bra, and she told me she hoped I become a regular customer.

  A few seconds later, she had removed her bra, and I saw real, live woman breasts for the first time in my life. They were nice. They weren’t too big or too small, and her nipples were hard and beautiful. She had to ask me twice if there was anything special I liked, and I started to say that anything would be fine, but she dropped her panties while I was answering, and I got tongue tied all over again. She could tell I was embarrassed, and she giggled a little bit, and then she leaned forward, kissed me again, and began undoing my shirt.

  I just kind of sat there, paralyzed, and she kept undressing me, eventually reaching my pants. Believe it or not, I was so focused on her that I didn’t even realize how hard I was. When she unzipped my pants and pulled my dick, out, it was like I had just been freed from some kind of straight jacket. She leaned down and put her mouth on me, just an inch or so of my cock, and she flicked at the tip with her tongue.

  I came.

  I came right then.

  I came in her mouth after two seconds.

  She seemed pretty surprised, but to her credit, she didn’t take her mouth off right away. She kept it on me for about a minute, gently caressing my balls and letting my semen drip out of her mouth. Then, she pulled off and kissed the tip of my cock.

  I was so humiliated and ashamed. She told me that lots of guys came right away like that, but I was pretty sure that was just something she was supposed to say when a client was as bad as me. I thanked her and gave her a tip and asked her to leave. She started to tell me I still had most of the two hours left, but I think she saw the look in my face because she suddenly got very sympathetic. She gave me a big hug, kissed my cheek, and told me she would give me extra time whenever I called again.

  When she left, I sat on the couch moping like an idiot. What kind of a loser can’t even manage to lose his virginity to a call girl? I moped for a while and then decided to take a walk. I was pretty bummed out. I stopped at a Chinese take-out place and picked up some eggrolls and just walked around the streets by the college. A few guys from the apartment building saw me walking around, and we ended up at a pizza joint with a mini-arcade, and I blew about sixty bucks there killing aliens on the consoles. It was pretty fun, but all I could think about was how I had blown it.

  While we were there, one of the guys, who was twenty-one, bough a few pitchers of beer and we ordered a pizza. We sat and drank and ate, and the guys got a bit rude to the waitress, who was a beautiful blonde maybe a year older than me. Her name was Amanda, and they started coming on to her, calling her Perfect-Ass Amanda and Anal Amanda, and other things. I got pissed when one of them said he would fuck h
er all night long, and I stood up and told them to fuck off and behave. I was worried I’d end up in a fight, but the guys backed down right away. It was awkward for a little while, and pretty soon, the guys ended up leaving.

  A little while after they left, Amanda started for the door, her apron in hand. When she saw me, she came up to me and thanked me, and I think the whole day was showing on my face, because she said, “Look, what you did was really sweet, and I’m sorry that your friends all left you because of it.”

  “Oh, they’re not my friends. I barely know them. I just moved into town and they live in my new apartment building.”

  She asked why I was so upset, and I guess it was the beer, but I told her. It was stupid, but I just told her everything, from my high school girlfriend to my less than a minute experience with a call girl. She started laughing, and I got angry, but she stopped and put her hand on mine. “I’m not laughing at what happened, Honey, I’m laughing because you feel so bad about it. You paid a girl for two hours and she was out in fifteen minutes. She’ll probably name her first kid after you.” She could tell it wasn’t making me feel any better. “You’re a sweet guy. You shouldn’t be so serious.”

  “I don’t know, Amanda. If I can’t even pay a girl to sleep with me, what hope do I have?”

  She laughed again and said, “Maybe you just need the right girl.”

  I shook my head. “Wish me luck finding one.”

  She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Good luck,” she whispered. She got up and went into the back of the restaurant for a second and came back with a soda in a take-out cup. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” I shrugged, miserable, and she left.

  Once she was gone, I sipped the beer I had left, and the manager, an older lady, was suddenly in front of me demanding ID. I didn’t think, just handed over my license. She took a look at it and disappeared in the back. When she came back, she handed me my license and told me to get the hell out and never to try to buy beer there again until after I was twenty one. It was a fitting end to a hell of a bad day.

  I walked home in a blue funk, and when I finally got there, all I wanted to do was collapse in bed. Instead, I went to the bathroom and took a long shower. I was just toweling off when a knock on the door startled me. I walked to the kitchen and looked at the microwave. It was ten o’clock. I wrapped the towel around me and went to the door. I looked through the peephole. It was Amanda. I pulled the door open, a little too excitedly, and I had to grab the towel before it fell to the floor. Amanda giggled at me, and I think I turned bright red. I stammered something about coming in and then ran to my bedroom to pull on jeans and a shirt. When I got back out she was sitting on the couch and she had a couple of beers out and ready.

  “You know Margaret didn’t care about you drinking, right? I just told her to get your address for me.”

  I stuttered out something, and she giggled and kissed me. I was shocked.

  “Look, Steve. I thought maybe you’d like to find out that every experience with a girl doesn’t have to end in disappointment.”

  I think I was paralyzed, but she leaned forward and kissed me again, long and soft and sensual. I couldn’t believe that all of the kisses I’d experienced before were nothing compared to what she was doing. Finally, she broke away and asked me where the restroom was. I told her, still in a daze, and she stood up and started that direction, carrying a tote bag I didn’t even know she’d brought in.

  I sat on the couch, amazed that she was even in my apartment. She stayed in the restroom for about fifteen minutes, and then she stepped back into the living room. I was instantly hard. Her blonde hair hung like silk down over her body, and she’d put bright pink lipstick on her mouth. That was amazing enough, with her big, pouty full lips. It was her outfit, though, that overwhelmed me. She wore white panties with frilly pink trim, a white bra with the same frilly pink, and pink high heels. Even her fingernails and toenails were painted pink.

  She smiled at me and walked right up to me and kissed me hard. I could feel my cock straining against my pants. She reached down and stroked me softly through my jeans, and the feeling was electric. Then, she kissed along my cheek to my ear and said, “You know, I bet that was the best minute that girl ever had, Steve.” I was stunned, and she just began undressing me and kissing me. “Listen, Baby. I’m gonna stay all night, so don’t worry if it last a minute or an hour…this first time.”

  She kept undressing me and kissing me until I was naked. Then she knelt in front of me. She didn’t go right for my dick the way the call girl had. She licked and kissed around the inside of my thighs and just worked in a circle until she finally reached my cock. She started kissing it softly, and I was so hard it almost hurt! Suddenly, she put her mouth right above the head, opened it, and went all the way down in one movement. I felt myself on the brink of coming, but she grasped my balls firmly and tugged at them a bit and I moved away from the brink. She kept sucking on me and moving her tongue, and she somehow knew whenever I was on the edge because she would tug on me and ease away a bit every time. She kept it up for ten or fifteen minutes, and it was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. I watched her mouth moving on me, and I couldn’t believe I was getting what I was getting.

  Finally, she pulled her mouth off me and stood. I watched her as she dropped her panties, kicked off her shoes, and pulled off her bra. She was beautiful, perfect. She was like every girl I had ever liked in high school all rolled up into one. Her breasts were large, but firm. Her figure was perfect, and she had a tiny patch of blonde hair right above her pussy in the little curving strip. She looked at me with a smile and then stepped forward.

  She took my cock in her hand and sat on top of me. It was the most incredible feeling I’d ever had. When I slipped into her, it was like I was in Heaven. I put my arms around the small of her back and buried my face in her neck. She put her arms over my shoulders and kissed the top of my neck as she moved. I couldn’t believe the warmth and the pressure, and what was really amazing was that she was making soft moaning noises. She moved on top of me, and she was really enjoying it. I was pleasing a woman! I was encouraged by that, and I began kissing her neck, and I even sucked on her earlobe a little. That seemed to really please her, so I sucked harder, and she moaned more. Suddenly, she moved faster and breathed out that she was going to come.

  That did it for me. I knew I was going to come, too, and I was really worried that she wouldn’t make it, but when I groaned and thrust upward, she said, “Oh, God Yes!” and she started moving furiously above me. It was amazing. She moaned that she was coming and moved her hips like a jackhammer, and it felt like my orgasm lasted for two or three minutes. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, and I was still inside of her as I leaned against the back of the couch and she held me and kissed me and told me I was great in bed.

  “Oh God, Angel! You were…um...I mean Amanda. You were amazing.”

  She giggled and told me I could call her Angel if I wanted to. We eventually got up and got dressed. We talked for a while, watched a couple of hours of television, and she fell asleep with me on the couch. In the morning, I woke to the smell of breakfast. She was cooking me eggs! We ate breakfast and talked about life and school and our dreams.

  And then she went home. It was the first time for me, and it was amazing. In fact, I’ve never slept with anyone but my Angel in pink. It’s been more than a decade, now, and I just could never imagine anyone measuring up to her. I don’t need to imagine it, though. She’s always finding ways to try to top that first time, and as soon as she gets the kids to bed, I’m sure she’ll be trying again tonight.

  Letting Go

  An Erotic Romance Story

  Transforming Craig Story Number Fifteen

  by Nycole Folk

  all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Red Hot Explicit Erotica Press

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  Bauble?

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  Sorry, Aunt
ie Karen. I had to go cry for a while.

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  I just want to make sure I have this right. Your lover demanded you leave your husband and you’re thinking about it?

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  I just don’t know what to do.

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  Well, I can help with that. Say goodbye to Andres. Tell him to fuck the fuck off. Stay with the father of your children.

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  You make it seem so simple.

  Fuck! I didn’t ask to sleep with another man. This was Craig’s damned fantasy, not mine. I didn’t ever want this, but he pushed me to it. He put me here, and how the hell am I supposed to pretend that it didn’t give me feelings. Why does he get to make me believe I can have it all and then take it away from me?

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  Craig didn’t take it away from you, Bauble. Craig let you have a lover, but it was the lover who won’t share you.

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  That’s not the point. The point is that I never asked to be in this situation, and Craig put me here. I don’t know what the fuck to do. I just know that the thought of losing Andres is like I’m in a room and the ceiling keeps lowering and it keeps coming down and keeps coming down and threatens to crush me and that’s what the fuck I’m stuck dealing with.

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  Bauble, calm down.

  Jesus. I warned you about things left and right, but this wasn’t one of the things I anticipated. I always thought Craig wouldn’t be able to handle the cuckolding or that you’d end up jealous of Lisa or something. I never even thought about you falling for the other man.

  January 2 [email protected] wrote

  But that’s the whole point right? The whole thing that gets Craig’s dick hard is the risk that I’m going to like the other guy better? Well what if that’s what happened? What if Craig’s stuck with a permanent goddam hard on?