If You Men Only Knew

By Elizabeth Ann

“Women just don’t think that way” he said. Or so he thought.
Oh, but we women do think that way, in very erotic images. We probably think more than you men do, and we do it very differently.
Women reading these stories will agree with the scenes that play out and feel them in your body.
Men dare to read these stories. Enjoy stimulation and education revealed through a woman’s erotic thoughts. These are images of you in our mind and our core. Are you the banker, the clerk or the man in 4B?
Read fourteen different stories that cast you, the male, as the erotic centerpiece for each. You may be the burly man at the gym, lifting weights that caught my attention. But what I had you do to me might shock you. Or perhaps you were my therapist, rubbing down my pent up body in my afternoon ma-sexual-age.
Don’t underestimate when a woman flashes you a smile, you might have just been her erotic interlude and you were none the wiser!
Read on with pleasure!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elizabeth Ann
• Release date: Jun 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310778032

Elizabeth Ann

New to the writing world but not new to fantasies swirling in my head, my goal is to bring you a different way of looking at the erotic side of your life. The art of creating a story to make you want to be sexed is my next adventure. Enjoy your reads!

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If You Men Only Knew…

What is a woman willing to admit?

By Elizabeth Ann

While this book is fiction, it is based on the authors’ personal thoughts and experiences and experiences shared by others. Any resemblances to names, characters, and places are coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark owners of various products/places referenced in this work, which has been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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If You Men Only Knew…

Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Ann.

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Table of Contents

A Glance is but a Glance

Three’s not a Crowd

The Eyes have it

Come on Play, Boy

Vocabulary is just Words

Good, Good, Good Vibrations

Everything but the Kitchen Sink

Men in Uniform

4B

Worth Standing in Line

I Want You in my FDIC

So Good, it Should be Illegal

Secrets

Dolores the Great

That is all for now

Author’s Note

Connect with the Author

My flight was ready to board in thirty minutes, just enough time for a quick cup of coffee to go for the last leg of my trip. Entering the Chicago O’Hare Terminal Starbucks, I proceeded to the counter to order my liquid rush when I caught a glimpse of you, my fantasy.

You were standing before me, paying for your drink. You turned and gathered your rolling suitcase and swept away to the side where the drinks were served. Dark hair, tall, penetratingly deep blue eyes, small amount of grey on the sideburns, black suit, blue tie, black shiny shoes, and a grin. You were, without a doubt, devastatingly handsome from top to bottom. My nipples tingled while my thighs flexed, my insides gripped, and chills started. The woman at the counter noticed my glance, and while ordering I wondered how to get another look at you.

She smiled, and with her head nodding to one side, said, Uh huh, that’s what I’m talking about.

We both smiled and the quivers started. I know when I am sexually attracted to you, it starts with tingles, transfers to my nipples for more sensation, and heads down the center of me in a direct line to my abdomen, where it flushes around a moment and then hits my erotic zone with intensity.

Surveying the area, I take residency at a small, two- seat table next to the bar. Setting my bag on one chair, I sat at the other one and fumbled through my purse. Trying for a distractor, because – let’s face it, you could have had me right then - I pulled out my trusty phone and began to act like I was on it. Checking the time, I was down to twenty minutes before I would need to go to the gate and board, but I couldn’t leave without another look at you, such a gorgeous man who was turning my insides out.

You seemed rather intent on your phone and punching the buttons with force. With my elbows on the table, I peered over the phone to size you up again. Your backside muscles poked through the suit enough that I could tell you had a muscular build. Broad shoulders, lean waist, cupable ass – all the more packaged goods that make my body wet with desire. A slight turn to the side when the barista told you it would be just another minute gave me a chance to look at the area I find attractive, right below your belt. With the suit in my way, I had to resort to my imagination; therefore, you were granted a well-endowed status. My breathing jumped, and the adrenaline that rushed through my body was palpable.

As you were still standing near the counter, the barista called my name. Shocked and stunned as to what to do, I took a deep breath and stood up. Roughly seven steps away and I could get a closer look at your stimulating physique. At the moment I put my hand down to retrieve the hot cup, the barista called your name as well. Reaching for the cups at the same time, and me breathless, not to mention sexually charged and speechless, it was an awkward angle to say hello. Instead I stared, drank you in, saw you look with your cocked eyebrow, and then it happened. The slightest of touches transpired when our hands grazed each other as we each picked up our cups at the same time. A touch that shot the adrenaline from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, the type typically saved for an allover body climax. I gripped my stomach with my other hand because I could feel the start of an orgasm coming on, but I played it off like a different ache. You looked directly at me, (or through me) cocked your head to one side, smiled, and headed for oblivion. I wanted to say hello, but when my mouth opened nothing came out. As quickly as I had paced the seven steps to the counter, I paced them right back and sat down. Breathing in and breathing out, my eyes closed to gather a moment of centering while my body was still rocking mini spasms throughout. This deity dressed in a black suit had my body wet, wanting, and sexed-up for the past 20 minutes. I had an ultra-revved up body and a five hour flight ahead of me.

Trying to become calm, I closed my eyes while my mind jumped directly to the quick fuck you could perform on me. My breasts were full, as I could feel them pushing my bra to maximum capacity, and my thighs wanted to grip something strong. My insides were squeezing and contracting in ways that only fucking could relieve. And a quick one at that. I just wanted you in me, and fast. My fingers rubbed my temples as if I had a headache, which allowed me a moment to look down and squeeze my thighs together, when all I wanted to do was spread them wide open and have you penetrate me deep. Being entirely consumed in my escapade, my senses didn’t realize the standing entity next to me. You bent over, whispered in my ear, and walked off.

*****

Women just don’t think that way, Alice’s husband said.

Years ago, the controversial movie Eyes Wide Shut played on the big screen to a mixed audience reaction. Depending upon your experience, some were confused, and for others it only reinforced actions of validity. While peering into an underground ritualistic sex ceremony, it revealed a comment that not many women will openly answer – let alone admit. Pay attention.

One night while smoking a joint, Alice and her husband were having a deep conversation. As with most women, one comment led to another, and they arrived on awkward territory. Perhaps the intoxication guided them to it, but whatever the reason, the words spoken stunned her husband. Questions and answers went back and forth, and when Alice asked her doctor husband what he thought his naked female patients thought of him, he sobered a moment. Collecting his thoughts, he scrunched up his face, responding that the profession he is in is all very professional and there is a nurse in the room. She challenged him to contemplate if the female patients he sees have sexual thoughts about their handsome male doctor. Continuing to deflect the question from a semi-high Alice, he shook his head and it was clear he wanted to dismiss the conversation. She pushed.

After a bit of debate, he concluded with, Women just don’t think that way.

Stunned herself, she paced the bedroom and concluded with, If you men only knew.

She embarked on a journey that educated her closed-minded doctor husband. Alice sat down and took him back to their family vacation not long