All Chapters of Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Joanna finished brushing her dark brown hair and took a good look at her reflection in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Naked, except for the stockings, garter and high 4 inch black pumps, she did a careful appraisal of her body and was mostly happy with what she saw. She always felt her large breasts could be perked up a little, but they looked good in bras and lingerie, and if they were smaller, they wouldn't have that lovely bounce when she walked. She needed to finish dressing and be on her way. This was something she had been dreaming about since she was 16. Uncle Darius, her father's best friend. There was always something about him that made her feel blatantly sensual.Ever since that time 6 years ago when he stayed with her while her parents were away. Oh, she had done her best to seduce him, but he hadn't touched her. She knew he looked though, and she had given him plenty to look at. She never wore a bra and wore her tiniest bikini when she was at the pool. Darius painted a

"Hello?" Marie answered her phone "Good Afternoon.""Yeah, I'm coming over now," said a male voice on the other line"You can't I'm here alone," she pleaded"Your dad said it was okay for me to come," he lied."Okay if he said so." She ended as she hung up the phone. Marie had just turned 19 and on her birthday her mom had bought her a laptop. She didn't know much about computers so her dad had called one of his friends- Michael to set it up for her. Michael was in his Mid 20's around 26 and had been a friend of the family since Marie herself was a young girl. Before she got her laptop she would talk to him on the phone once a week, mostly on weekend and talk to him on messenger every day. He didn't live far, a 15 minute drive to be exact.Going upstairs she went for her laptop, so he wouldn't have to walk on the carpet. He was one who didn't like to take off his shoes. 20 minutes had passed and Marie saw no sign of Michael so going into the kitchen she made herself a bologna sandwich

Amber Hayes was pissed. She had expected to get at least some of the money from her late grandfather's estate, but her father clearly had other ideas in mind. He had told her that she was too young and not responsible enough to be trusted with a large sum of money, so he had decided to hold a portion for her in trust until her 25th birthday - nearly five long years away. Unfortunately there was not much she could do, the money had been left to her father, for him to dole out to the family as he saw fit. Still, her disappointment at the decision regarding her finances - and her inability to alter the fact, had left her seething with anger and resentment towards her father, and looking for a way to get back at him. Much to her surprise and delight, she did not have to wait long for the opportunity to extract some retribution towards her father...Tom Hayes had been a firefighter for nearly 25 years, and shared a close bond with the men at his station. A deputy chief now, he was one of t

I sit outside the Cooper manor with my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes scan my generously padded resume as I attempt to memorize the years of fake job experience I've given myself.I need the job badly."Thank you for taking the time to interview me," I say, practicing my smile in the mirror. I roll my eyes, wiping it away. "You sound like a fucking idiot, Raisa."War-like sirens erupt beside me and I jump in the driver's seat of my car. I grab my phone and shut the obnoxious alarm off and take a deep breath."God, if you're out there, please don't fuck me on this." I exit my car, straightening the too tight pencil skirt I bought from the thrift shop's bargain bin, and head to the front door.The manor is huge. Growing up in a double wide trailer, it's hard to understand how anyone needs this much space. But, then again, people with enough money to fund space exploration as a hobby don't always invest in what they need.The Coopers can afford a dozen rooms they don't need. I shoul

"Call if you need anything from me," I say to Dominique as I stand outside of her car with a suitcase in hand. "You're not going through this alone."She sighs and nods her head. "I know, babe.""I'm nothing more than a flight away," I remind her, leaning in and kissing her forehead. "Tell your mom I say hi and that I wish her well.""Will do," Dominique says, hopping into the driver's seat and buckling the belt. I close the door for her and lean down until I'm eye level with her through the rolled down window. "Please don't make me do damage control when I get back. I don't need that right now."I nod my head, offering her a half smile. "I'll behave, I swear."Her eyes linger on me before she puts the car in drive and backs out of the driveway. I watch the car pull away with an eager feeling swelling in my chest.I would have accompanied her to her mother's house in Montana, but I just have too much work to do in LA to justify leaving for six months. Knowing that she's dealing with s