Red Hot Erotica: Five Explicit Erotica Stories

by Blitz, Sarah

  She shrugged. “I thought you were in class all day.”

  I shrugged back. “Some of my classes were cancelled, so I just took a shower so I could relax and watch television.” The absurdity of what I’d just said hit me, and I began to giggle. Pretty soon Ellen joined in and we must have been quite a sight because Thomas stood up and stared at us like we were crazy.

  He stopped looking at us like that when Ellen took his softening cock in her hand and pulled him close. He started groaning when she offered it to me and I opened my mouth. Nice relaxing Friday indeed!

  Faith Finds Her Firecracker

  A Erotic Tale of Lesbian Seduction

  by Sarah Blitz

  all rights reserved copyright 2013byRed Hot Explicit Erotica Press

  Exploring something new was never my strong point. I was always extremely cautious growing up and I never felt comfortable making the attempt to try new things or come out of my shell. I always found it to be relatively hard to do. As I grew into a teenager that fell apart and I started exploring things that I had never thought of doing when I was younger. As I grew into adult hood that desire to explore grew as well.

  When I was about 23 that’s when I met her. Fiery red hair and bright passionate green eyes with lips that looked soft and flawless skin, she was absolutely gorgeous. My eyes wondered her body, watching her twist and turn to the music. Her hips twitching back and fourth and her hair swung around her face and shoulders loosely as she danced to the beat the DJ was playing. Nothing or no one had ever peeked my curiosity like she did. No matter how hard I tried to stop staring I couldn’t. Every move, every twist and turn, every shake was mesmerizing.

  For the next couple of nights I went to the same place hoping to see that gorgeous red head again but sadly she wasn’t there. I found myself enveloped by thoughts of what she would feel like against me, of what she tasted like. I wanted to know what her voice sounded like and what her sweet moans would sounds like when I pleased her. The thoughts startled me but for some odd reason it felt worth it to think about, to explore.

  My dreams were encompassed around the thought of what it would be like to be with another woman, to feel another woman’s lips against mine. To feel there skin upon my skin and there fingers inside me. My thoughts drug on to imagine what it would be like to taste another woman and to be inside another woman. My curiosity was killing me. My dreams left me restless and full of craving.

  The last night I went into the bar, to my dismay she was not there. I sat at the bar and sipped on my drink letting those crazy thoughts circle around in my head some more. When I was finally finished I got up to leave but when I turned around there she was. Her green eyes peering at me from across the room, her long red hair messy from dancing while my back was turned. The passion in her eyes caught me off guard as she stared at me. Everything in me screamed to move forward but I waited for her move. I didn’t want to seem like I was some crazy stalker. She smiled at me as if she could sense my nervousness and my hesitation.

  She slowly made her way to me. Making her way across the dance floor, her red hair bouncing, her soft, supple looking breasts bobbing along with each step. She reached out as she stopped in front of me and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her. Her mouth pressed against mine, her tongue peaking between my lips, teasing and dancing around mine. Her body pressed even closer to mine as she even more vigorously continued to kiss me. I could feel every inch of my body began to ache with desire and the urge to slam her against the wall and have my way with her. Thoughts that I never thought I would have about another woman. But the thoughts were sweet and soft and my curiosity was beginning to take hold of me.

  She pulled away from me and smiled sweetly. I grinned, as she looked me up and down as if she were inspecting my body. Sadly I wasn’t used to going to these types of bars so I had no clothes that would benefit me in showing off my figure. She smiled slyly as she leaned in close to me again.

  “I’m Page.” Her voice was smooth and sweet just as I imagined it.

  “I’m Faith.” Page sat beside me and watched me for a second.

  “I noticed you staring at me the first time I saw you here.” I blushed and ordered another drink. I felt as if I would need one for the conversation I was assuming would happen. “Why didn’t you say something to me?” She chuckled at my awkwardness.

  “I suppose I am just not socially there. I am a nervous person?” she began laughing. Her face was flawless and her eyes were gleaming with amusement. “Would you want to possibly dance?” She looked at me again. Her gorgeous green eyes studied me intently before she held out her hand and nodded.

  Page swung her body back and fourth to the rhythm. The music seemed to live within her, pulsating through her. She put her hands on my hips, her face close to mine as our legs went between each other’s. Every weave caused her knee to rub against my pussy sending odd sensations through me.

  She leaned in close to me and smiled. “Close your eyes. Trust me, take in the music and just let it flow through you.” I stared nervously at her but did.

  I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me. I let her lead my body back and fourth with the flow of dancers and music. Her hands traveled from my hips to the sides of my stomach and back depending on how we moved. Page giggled as she spun me around so my back was facing her. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back as she guided my body with hers. Moving me with her to the beat the same way she moved before. I let my body go, throwing my hands in the air and letting everything flow through me. The atmosphere and the music and the thoughts of this gorgeous red head pressing herself against me rushed through me.

  Finally I mustered up enough courage and whirled around grabbing her and pulling her close to me. Our eyes meeting, peering into each other and I led her off the dance floor. “I don’t ask this often but do you want come back to my place?” she started smiling even wider than before as she looked down and away. “Is that a no?” Page chuckled and looked back up at me then grabbed me by the hand dragging me across the dance floor and out the door.

  When we arrived back to my place she peered around, glancing at my movies and exploring where I lived. She tiptoed toward the back of my apartment and slowly opened my bedroom door and peered around in there. When she was done exploring she poked her head out and grinned mischievously. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I slowly made my way toward her. As I got closer I took my sweater off revealing my slim tank topped body. Her eyes glistened with lust, which just made me even more nervous.

  She ran her hands down my body, exploring my slenderness and taking in the site. She leaned forward once again pressing her lips to mine, grabbing the back of my head as she rubbed the outside of my jeans. My body began to heat up and ache with desire. The lust that was pumping through me mixed with the nervousness and the curiosity that has been racking my mind for the last couple days now. Finally I would be able to fulfill my appetite. She pushed me with her body against the wall as her tongue wrestled with mine. Intertwining and twirling around each other as her hand vigorously continued to rub the outside of my jeans.

  Page pulled away from me and began unbuttoning her dress, revealing a lace black bra and panties. My cheeks began to heat up once again as I yanked off my tank top. Before I could start on my pants she was on her knees with me pinned up against the wall again. Her hands running up and down my stomach, her eyes full of hunger and desire as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my panties down a little bit, just enough to tease me with her tongue. The contact sent a shock of curious pleasure through out my entire body. The feeling was amazing; every twitch of her tongue sent those little shock waves of pleasure through my body. These were feelings that I had never gotten when a man went down on me; she was incredible at what she was doing to me.

  Everything in my body tensed up as she rubbed a finger around my clit. Whenever her finger wasn’t there her tongue was and it was driving me absolutely crazy. She glanced up at me and s
miled, pulling away and tugging me down to the floor with her. She pushed me on my back and finished tugging my panties and jeans all the way off and unsnapped my bra exposing my breasts. I smiled at her as she unhinged her own bra. Her breasts perky and luscious and soft looking and when she pulled her panties down her pussy looked wet and inviting. My nervousness returned as I sat up and leaned forward. I glanced up at her once more before I indulged my curiosity and dove in.

  I drug my tongue against her clit making her tense up. I repeated what she did to me adding my own bits of pleasure making into the equation. I drug my finger down from her clit and dipped inside her. Her body rose in pleasure as I went in and out, continuing to twitch my tongue against her clit making her gasp in pleasure. She grabbed the back of my head getting a hand full of hair and pushing me closer. Feeling her body twitch and shake as I pleased her made me smile. I looked up at her, at her expression. Her mouth open and gasping for air through her moans and her body arched. Pages legs shook as she kept them from engulfing my head. I ran my free hand up to her breasts and groped her, catching her nipple between my fingers. Her grasp on my hair grew tighter as she pulled my head up once again pressing her lips to mine.

  Page took in every ounce of her juices from my lips, giving me little licks with her tongue and gently nipping my bottom lip, teasing me and making me want more. She got up on her knees continuing to kiss me, tangling her tongue with mine. She slowly started to make her way down my body with her mouth. Her little kisses and nips gave my body goose bumps. As she teased one nipple with her tongue and the other one with her free hand she ran her fingers down the length of my body pressing inside me causing a flare of pleasure to pulsate through me. This woman was something different entirely. I absolutely loved every second of it.

  Page glanced up at me with a curious hungry look on her face. Her mischievous smile brought back the nervousness that I thought had left. She smiled at me. “Do you by chance have any toys?” It took me a second to register her question into my mind before I nodded. “Where?”

  “The top drawer in my big dresser.” Her eyes glistened with dark intentions and the thoughts began pouring into my mind.

  She had grabbed the pretty blue one I had. It was my absolute favorite. It had a furious vibration setting that got me to orgasm every time I used it. She smiled at me as she turned it on to its highest setting and pressed it against my stomach, slowly dragging it down to my clit causing me to twitch a little bit with anticipation. I wanted her to use it on me. I wanted her to put it inside me. I wanted to keep feeling the pleasure. I wanted to experience everything I could with this woman.

  Page teased me with it gently dipping the tip of my toy in and out of me as she flicked her tongue against my nipple. My entire body lit up with a fiery urge to scream in pleasure. Everything in me was igniting with a wild sense of passionate lust. No man had ever made me feel the way page was. No man had ever driven me to the point of screaming. In mid thought she dove in, shoving my toy inside me with pleasurable aggression. I gripped the floor and flung my head back letting out a loud moan as she continued to go fast and hard. Rough. That was exactly how I loved it.

  She was amused at my reactions and continued to thrust my vibrating toy inside me every once in a while teasing me with it, pulling it out and pushing in slowly. I was breathless from making noise. Page glanced down at my soaked pussy, rubbing my toy against the outside of my lips and slowly moving it down toward my ass. I stared up at her as she stared at me slowly thrusting it inside me causing me to gasp in pleasure once again.

  I grabbed the ground because there was nothing else to grab and it was the only thing keeping me half way quiet so I don’t wake the rest of the apartment complex. She began thrusting faster and faster, in and out as she rubbed my clit with her fingers. The build up was immense. Between the teasing and getting me so close then stopping so many times I could feel the pleasure once again getting closer and closer to climax. I let out another loud moan as she thrusted in and out as fast as she could.

  “I’m gonna’ cum!” the words poured out of my mouth mid moan as the heat spread through the entire lower half of my body. Everything became more sensitive.

  We both sat there for a moment, taking in the sexual atmosphere we had set in my bedroom. Clothes were sprawled all around us and both of us out of breath. Page lurched forward shoving her fingers deep inside me once again.

  “Do you like this?” Pages eyes glistened. I nodded as she continued fingering me. “Would you want to do it again?” I nodded even more vigorously than before. “ Good.” She leaned forward and kissed me gently, sensually.

  “Leaving so soon?” She turned and smiled at me.

  “It was fun but I do have work in the morning. But I will leave my number so we can definitely do it again.” I blushed as she put her dress on.

  I collapsed back on my bed and sighed. Tonight had definitely not gone the way I thought it would but it was completely worth it.

  My Captain and the Cabin

  An Erotic Romance

  by Amy Dupont

  all rights reserved copyright 2013byRed Hot Explicit Erotica Press

  The misty morning was fresh and brisk, and I breathed in the air deeply. I wasn’t going to tell him, but Cap was entirely correct. I felt relief from stress I hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. There were three of us in the cabin. Cap, the man who captained my small charter boat, was there with me and Sam. Sam, a young man who’d been working every summer since junior high on the boat for fishing season, was now twenty-two, and Cap had suggested a week at the cabin for him to send him off properly as he finally left town to move almost two thousand miles away for his graduate studies. I thought it was a great idea until Cap told me to come along.

  He hadn’t been coming on to me. We’d known each other since elementary school, and that made him my oldest friend. He’d been my husband’s first made on our first boat. We’d eventually grown to a fleet of thirty boats, and Cap eventually became a full partner. The business was too painful for both of us when my husband died of cancer just over a decade ago, and he’d helped us sell everything. It had set me up for life, and Cap as well. Both of us, though, were unable to keep out of the water, and we created a very small fishing charter and only worked the summers. And now, the kid we’d hired mostly because he was so eager was leaving the business and it was strange and bittersweet.

  The mountain cabin was beautiful. It was Cap’s, not mine. Like me, he’d socked away the six digits he got for his share of the company into conservative investments that kept him secure and delivered regular income most people only dreamed about. I’d paid off the mortgage on the house I’d shared with my husband and since Cap already owned his little house outright, he splurged and bought eighty-two thousand acres in the middle of nowhere and used the cabin for relaxation, hunting, and just getting away. I took a deep breath of the early mountain air and felt something I hadn’t felt since my husband died, contentment. The moment was punctuated when I heard a sound in the brush, looked over, and saw a deer staring back at me. Only a second went by before it bounded away back into the trees, but the moment was divine.

  “If I’d brought my gun out with me, we’d have venison for dinner.” I turned and saw Cap smiling at me. He held two cups of coffee and he handed one to me.

  “You’re an unfeeling asshole, Cap.”

  He chuckled as I took the cup and smiled at him. “I told you it would be wonderful.”

  I smiled at him and took a sip. It was rich and hot and hit the spot perfectly. “Thank you. I haven’t felt this good since…well, since Rich…”

  He smiled warmly at me. “You don’t need to say anything about it. This cabin got me through the loss of my best friend and gave me the strength to take care of his wife.”

  I smiled back. Cap truly was a wonderful man. He’d been Richard’s best friend from preschool, and when my parents moved into town, I was nine. The three of us were inseparable, and I suppose it was only that
he went to a summer sailing camp in the summer between junior high and high school that made Richard my husband and not Cap. I smiled as I looked at my friend because it occurred to me that when he returned from summer camp, Richard and I were a couple and yet it never affected our relationships. It never felt like he was a third wheel. Of course, when he left for sailing cap, we still called him George. When he came back, Richard called him Captain. By the time our freshman year started, it had shortened to Cap, and I didn’t think I’d heard anyone call him George since then.

  “You know, Cap. I don’t think I would have been able to survive when I lost Richard, not if it hadn’t been for you.”

  He smiled sadly and sipped his coffee.

  “Cap?”

  He took another sip. “Yeah, honey?”

  “Why didn’t you ever get married?”

  He chuckled softly. “Who’d want an old sea dog like me?”

  I shook my head. “You might be a sea dog, but you’re not even close to old. Besides, you haven’t been forty-five for the last twenty-five years. Richard and I always thought you would ask Amanda to marry you.”

  He smiled sadly again. “I didn’t love Amanda, Ellie.”

  “Haven’t you ever loved anyone?”

  Another sad smile. “Sure I have.” Another sip of his coffee.

  He lifted his coffee cup and drained it and then turned and walked back to the cabin. “I think I might take Sam out and see if we can hunt up some supper.”

  “You’re positively Neanderthal, Cap.”

  He stepped onto the porch. “Yep.”

  I finished my coffee and enjoyed nature, and by the time I walked back toward the cabin, the two of them were walking out. I gave Cap a hug and said, “Try not to torture any of those critters.”

  He looked at me, and the look seemed strange. Then he said, “Clean kill. I promise.”