**Mature Audience Only** This is a collection of steamy short stories, showing that a relationship does not need to be all about s*x... But its a good start... The first story was about Luke, who had a chance to be a tutor to the girl he was in love with. Will they have happy endings? See and find out.
View MoreThe girl looked at him, and with a shyness. she touched his chest, and the girl's hand slowly went down to the bulge in his pants. When the fingers surrounded the member on the fabric, Luke felt a shudder in his body.
But he still painfully managed to hold back from releasing due to that one touch.
She looked at him naughtily and whispered, “"Close your eyes. It won't take long."
“Quick? No… It can be longer,” he complained, but the girl's hands took his life at that moment.
The girl began to play with his d*ck, and he lost control of his senses. She slowly unbuttoned his pants, and he could feel the delicate touch of her fingers on his trembling skin. The movement was gradual, and with each rise and fall, it seemed to take away a piece of his consciousness.
The young woman was very efficient, and before he could react, the heat around his member spread all the way to his neck.
In that moment, he lifted his hand to touch her.
And his fingers tangled in her bre*st, the fabric of her flannel wrinkled to Luke's grip when she felt him squeeze her t*ts, she smilingly leaned over and brushing her br*asts with Luke's d*ck and began to put it in between her softness.
She lowered her head, licking the head of his di*k gently as she tucked him in with her big, firm brea*ts.
Luke grabbed her as* and pressing hard. He felt the firmness of her buttocks between his fingers, the fabric of those shorts was thick but it didn’t matter for Luke. His hold was firm, enjoying every touch.
Her hands played with his p***s while rubbing it firmly against her breasts.
Luke lost his mind while his me*ber danced between the woman’s sexy tits, who played with his co*k with total freedom.
She intensified the way she teased Luke’s d*ck, and when he lost his voice and closed his eyes, he surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation.
Luke's breath hitched as the delicate skin of her breasts keeps brushing against him, moving in sync with his shallow breaths.
He glanced down and saw her, fully bent over him, her lips hovering just above his member. The moment her lips and tongue made contact with his tip once more, a wave of pleasure surged through him, and he moaned, unable to hold back any longer.
An intense wave of pleasure overwhelmed Luke in an instant, he came on her chest, feeling the tension in his body melt away, replaced by a cloud of joy that she had given him.
Shana was smiling naughtily as she said, “That’s quite… fast… eh?”
Just like that, Luke woke up from his dream. He could not help but curse in despair as he glared at his ceiling.
Crap! Not again…
***
Luke's eyes still had a distant look. Even though the morning had already passed, he still felt surreal about his current situation.
Damn, just earlier, he'd had a wet dream about the same woman who owned the apartment.
A part of him was still expecting the possibility that someone will hit him any moment, waking him up, and stopping him from his another dream.
Because his current situation felt like a dream.
In that moment, he was standing in front of the door, for who knows how long, waiting for the woman he had loved for a long time to open it for him.
And she was the one who invited him there!
What if she greeted him with a hug? Or kisses?
Stupid! Stop daydreaming and knock on the door! He chastised himself after a while.
Luke smiled bitterly to himself. It was always like this when he thought of the possibility of seeing her.
He became a coward, like a virgin coward that wanted to lose it but doesn’t have the fighting spirit to get laid.
After gathering all his courage, Luke finally knocked. He nervously waited for her.
And what he saw when the door opened made his legs weak.
“Hello, teacher,” Shana brightly said as she opened the door. “I hope you really don’t mind seeing classes at my house. I had a couple of errands to do, and this was the best for me.”
Shana then ushered him to come in, but she was also looking at him intently.
“Teacher, are you alright? You look pale…” Shana commented, concerned.
Luke forced a smile before replying, “I am fine. Thank you for asking.”
Is it alright to call me a teacher when I’m just an unprofessional tutor? He could only think that to himself as Luke was afraid that the opportunity to get close to her would ruin.
“Really?” she asked, looking doubtful.
Luke nodded and smiled in assurance.
“Don’t worry,” he said, slightly forced. Then he averted his gaze and traveled all over the place, but still his eyes end up landing at Shana’s face who was smiling at him.
Shana genuinely looked happy and relieved.
They both sat on the floor, placing the books on a coffee table when Luke felt Shana’s hand planted on his arm.
“Would you like something to drink?” Shana asked casually.
He kept his composure and nodded.
The girl stood up and walked to the kitchen, drawing Luke's gaze.
To him, she seemed to move in slow motion, her athletic legs moving in perfect rhythm, mesmerizing him with every step.
Luke couldn’t help but notice how, her tight shorts looked like they might tear with every step, and her white shirt bounced to the rhythm of her chest.
Just looking at her like this, Luke felt like he was already in heaven. He could still remember the time when Shana talked to him about being her tutor.
Him, of all people!
As one of the pretty girls in school, Shana has other options. That time, he could not help but ask her why him.
Cause you look harmless, Shana replied nonchalantly at that time.
Luke could still remember that time, and he was still unsure if he should laugh or cry.
Well, Luke was always the nerdy type. He wears reading glasses all the time. Aside from his 6’1 height, his overall presence was nothing much, and he was completely fine with it.
Because of that, Luke still felt that it was unbelievable for Shana to notice him and requested him to be her tutor.
“Teacher, do you want iced tea?” Shana turned around and asked him, which cut off his thoughts.
Luke cleared his throat and answered, “No, water is fine.”
He then opened the book to distract himself.
Shana was wonderful to look at. But if Luke stared even more, she might think that he was a pervert and chase him away.
After a moment, he placed the book on the table and asked her, “What would you like to start with?”
The girl walked towards him with an awkward smile.
“Ahm… Anything you like, I suck at everything,” she softly said before she leaned over him to see the book.
At that moment, he smelled it.
The scent of the young woman intoxicated his senses as she was so close to him.
Her body was captivating, but he could resist it. The sound of her voice, sultry and provocative, was a strong temptation, but it was her scent that completely disarmed him.
She left him waiting for his fantasies to be fulfilled, and he prayed for patience. He prayed that he wouldn’t do anything that gets him kicked out of her apartment or, worse, for her to scream for police.
Luke wanted to have more time with her. He wanted to get to know her more.
After all, he was a young man who easily gets distracted by… Luke’s eyes discretely darted towards Shana, and she looked more beautiful in his eyes.
He inhaled hard to fill his lungs with that sweet scent of her.
Damn… What if the dream would come true? Just thinking of his dream made Luke’s body heated up. He couldn’t help but fidget slightly.
And at that moment, Shana seemed to have noticed it. It was not hard to realize that something was amiss with Luke.
Shana looked at him questioningly.
“Teacher, are you really, okay?” She asked, concerned.
Luke stiffly nodded.
“I’m sorry,” he rushed to say, “It’s my ritual before I start studying. Meditation helps me focus.”
“So, that works…” Shana mattered as if seriously contemplating what he said.
He prided himself on his quick thinking, but that pathetic excuse was the only thing he could come up with at the moment. He never expected her to believe such nonsense, yet somehow, she did?
Luke was relieved that she did believe his nonsense.
The girl looked up and asked curiously, “Could you teach me?”
Luke smiled and nodded.
“Sure, sit down, and you should relax, trust me,” Luke said and placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders. “This will help you to be calm.”
Luke felt amused at the situation, but he would not miss it out.
How badly does she want to fix her grades to believe such a thing? Luke could only silently wonder as he tried to take advantage of the situation. There might not be a second chance to touch her.
He began to guide her breathing with his voice, which started as a silly excuse that had given him the opportunity to do something he had dreamed of for days.
Luke rubbed her shoulders gently as he slowly whispered orders that the young woman followed, obediently.
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
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