All Chapters of DARK CRAVINGS. A COLLECTION OF STEAMY, SHORT STORIES.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For the second time in under ten hours, or less, Rosita was making him leap up out of excitement and joy.He kept on jumping around the house. He, once again, felt like the luckiest man on earth.Eugene had to reread the messages once again, slowly and with much more attentiveness, reading it both in her voice and in his own voice, verbatim, and at each word, a different kind of self-satisfying smile took over his face. He knew he was in love. In love with her, Rosita, and he wouldn't want to take it faster than expected. He wouldn't want to do more than intended. He wouldn't want to appear desperate or overly needy towards her. He was going to do anything and everything humanly possible to keep her, to make her stay, which included sexually. Eugene Would make sure he satisfies her sexually. He was going to browse through the Internet and do as much research as he could on how to sexually satisfy a lady. He made research on all the sexual fantasies a lady would love, including the f

“You've been cheating on me, Rosita?” “Jude, please.” She finally tried to talk without stuttering, but Jude wasn't having any of it. He was angry. Obviously angry and betrayed. Angry With the fact that he has been calling her phone a million and one times, worried and scared that all wasn't really well with her, judging from the way she had walked out of the house. He has been calling just to make sure she was fine. Betrayed in the sense that he would never have thought that Rosita would be cheating on him, and, worst of all, cheating on him with someone younger than he was, and, from all indications, obviously way younger than she was as well.  “Why would she stoop so low to do that to him?” Jude was so livid. Eugene stood by the bedstand, not guilty, nor was he nursing any feeling of anger. He only looked at the unf

His fingers tentatively slipped between her outer lips, immediately coated in her copious juices. She was so turned on it was tracking out of her cunt and dripping onto the sheet! “That’s it, baby!” she gasped as his fingers briefly touched her expanding clit as she explored her folds. “Give his dick a treat, Rosita. Suck his dick while I play with your clit,”  Jude ordered. “Come on, do it, Rosita. I want to see and feel what it is to have my woman's mouth on another man's penis,” he winked.  Rosita had oddly loved how dominating he was becoming, but she only regretted that it was to her own detriment, as she, at first, wasn't comfortable with the fact that she was going to fuck the two men at the same time.  The two men she has always loved. The thought of having Rosi

That was his first and last experience with a man until now that Rosita was proposing it again, and he'd never imagine himself sucking a man's dick ever again. Or rather, not too soon; even though, the memories of the first were amazing and he'd end up grinning whenever he remembers it. “You want me to get down on my knees and have Monsieur's dick inside of my mouth and have him reciprocate the same thing as well?” He had asked Rosita. His voice, though hoarse, was audible enough for her to comprehend. “Exactly, Jude. Exactly what I want. I want to watch you do justice to his dick just the way you want yours to be treated and him reciprocating the gesture as well, while I, the moderator, stay and watch and learn from the masters.” She winked. Jude scoffed, looking at Eugene, who quickly took his eyes away. He was obviously shy, or rather, embarrassed. That Rosita was suggesting such a fantasy. He couldn't place it if

It's now your turn, Monsieur; come suck me too.” “Are you sure I can do this?” Eugene queried. Stuck between rejecting and accepting what he had proposed. He had gotten maximum satisfaction from him, and this was exactly what he had been avoiding. He wasn't gay. And he was avoiding anything that would prompt him to think of being one, but then, he had just experienced a good pleasure thing with Jude, and he was trying so hard not to question his sexuality. “What happens to me?” This was the voice of Rosita. For a while, both Jude and Eugene had forgotten that there was someone like her that was in the room and under the same roof with them.  The two men had oddly and ironically found happiness in themselves, and they couldn't help it. Fate had made it so that they were now seeing themselves as friends and not enemies or competitors, as they had initially thought. Ju