All Chapters of Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

When I was eighteen and just starting college, my father was gravely ill and could not work. I knew my family was struggling financially, so I was eager to do whatever I could to help out with the family finances.The Kellys lived down the street, and I had known them for many years. They knew of my family's plight and kindly offered me a babysitting job. Although I felt that babysitting was beneath me at that age, I eagerly accepted the position because I wanted to do my part. It turned out the Kellys were very flexible with my schedule, and they were very generous to me on account of my father's illness.Mrs. Kelly (call me Angela) and my mother had become good friends over the years. They were always at each other's houses, usually with a glass of wine. My mother was a very attractive woman, as was Mrs. Kelly, and together they made a striking pair.Mr. Kelly, or Mr. K, as I called him, was a good-looking, half-black (as far as I could tell), tall man who was always happy and cheer

It was well past midnight, and I was lying in bed wide awake. I couldn't stop thinking of everything that had happened a few nights ago with Mr. Kelly. The memory of that unexpected encounter played out over and over in my head. The way he seduced me had me extremely aroused.I knew it was wrong for so many reasons, but the way he treated me and made me feel was indescribable. Mr. K was in my head, and he was all I could think about. He was the first man to make me orgasm twice, and the memory of it was driving my inner slut crazy with lust.Having the best sex of my young life at the hands of Mr. Kelly sent me into a heightened state of arousal. I couldn't stop myself from repeatedly digging my hand into my panties since it happened.Strangely, I now had no desire to have sex with my boyfriend Aaron; in fact, I had already decided that I was going to break up with him. After what I had experienced with Mr. Kelly, Aaron just didn't cut it anymore, nor did any of my past boyfriends.I

Here we go again. It was way past midnight, and Aaron had parked his mom's car in the back of a dark, closed shopping mall. This had become our usual post-date routine. He'd pull into some place like this, get me in the backseat, and then we'd have this awkward, clumsy sex thing before he dropped me off.As he was all over me, groping my chest and struggling with my jeans, he whispered, "Oh, April, I want you so badly," while trying to yank down my super tight jeans.After a few encounters with Mr. K, I started realizing that sex with Aaron, and boys like him, was just them using me for their pleasure. Honestly, tonight I wasn't feeling it--not with Aaron, anyway. It just felt like a chore, and it was easier to just go along with it than to actually say something.So, to speed things up, I lifted my hips so he could pull my jeans and panties down to my ankles. Deep down, I held onto the hope that maybe somehow his technique and foreplay would improve. I hoped that he would consider my

Doctor Katia Alexandrov took a chair by the kidney shaped pool. Dozens of people lounged about it, families with young children, beautiful young women working upon their tans and buff young men, who were the object of her interests. But not for the usual reason. Looking over the edge of the e-reader, she scanned the area. Was he even here? Her target, Naval Lieutenant Zane Rogers. Tension drained from Katia's neck and shoulders when she saw him chatting with two of his roommates at the far side of the pool.It was time for a test, a small test of her latest theory. Like so much of Russian science it took established and sometimes mundane theories and pushed it to the extreme. In her case, the experiment built upon the recent scientific confirmation that men described fertile women as more appealing, even their voices. This though would test the bounds of that.Of course, Katia really should have used one of their regular female agents, women who were already beautiful. But from a pers

"No," she cried as she took his lips. Her tongue plunged between his teeth, dancing against his as her fingers in his side dug deeper, urged him deeper. "More. Want all of you."He roared into her mouth, "Kate, you have all of me. Please, baby, let me make this good for you."She ground her pelvis upwards, trying to swallow more of him, but his hands about her hips slowed her progress. "Katie, I need to ask you something."She shook her head. "No talking. Want to feel now. Talk later," she pleaded as she worked her hips in slow circles in his large hands. It was not the full penetration she sough, but each circle brought her closer. It was excruciatingly slow progress.He groaned, "Are you safe?" he repeated.She nodded as her fingers dug so deep that she was certain she broke the skin. "Damn it, I was a virgin, you know that. Of course, I'm safe from disease."He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to hold her hips still. "No, Kate. Not that. Birth control. Are you on the pill, the d