Steamy Romance: 9 Erotica Stories

By Jane Emery

Romance is hotter when you turn up the steam. 9 xxxtra spicy books that include: Four Degrees- Searching for Mr. Right; My Training Partner; Adonis the Sex-Bot; Pretty Little Packages; Pretty Little Thief; Pretty Little X-Mas Elf; A Love to Die For; Taken- Poseidon's Sex Slave; and, My Mrs. Claus. 18+ STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT & EXPLICIT SEX

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jane Emery
• Release date: Jan 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370628681

Jane Emery

Hey everyone, I'm Jane Emery and I'm an erotica romance author. I love writing fun adventure stories with naughty sex. I'm a huge comic book fan and listen to heavy metal and trip-hop music. My interests range from MMA to geeking out on a Doctor Who marathon. .I love adventure along with fantasy and science fiction, card games and chess, puzzles and anything entertaining. Good food, great friends, the love of animals and looking at the mountains off in the distance bring me joy.Some of my favorite bands include: Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, Mastodon, Tool, Russian Circles, Massive Attack, Mogwai, Portishead, Aesop Rock, Handsome Boy Modeling School, Nina Simone and Cab Calloway.Shows & Movies: The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Man of Steel, Star Wars, Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy, Person of Interest, Grimm, Once Upon A Time, Face/Off and, of course, Doctor Who.

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Four Degrees: Searching for Mr. Right

ONE

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

My name is Charlene Rocco, but everyone calls me Charlie. I'm married to Jonathan Rocco; or to his friends, Rocky. He tells everyone it's because he fights like Rocky Balboa, but that just makes him sound cool.

Lately we have been at the opposite ends of the love spectrum. I'm forty and he is forty-two, we've been married for around sixteen years and they were the best until a couple years ago. We met in a mixed martial arts class. I was attending because grappling and striking are great ways to get a full workout without having to lift a shit-ton of weights. He was there for the same reason, but he also wanted to compete in fights. He could never seem to make the time, then we started dating heavy and he just wanted to work-out with me instead. I'll have to admit that did make me feel important. He was quite the looker and I didn't want his face to turn into hamburger as I've heard many of the fighters put it. When he turned his focus to me everything was going great. We even had the same interest in music and entertainment which made us even more compatible. Going to see a live show was something we both enjoyed.

We were great for each other all the way to the bedroom. I'm a woman who knows what she wants in between the sheets, and I'm not afraid to voice what turns me on. I started pleasuring myself from a very young age and even as a virgin, I was looking forward to breaking my cherry with some kinky sex. I've never been a prude when it comes to positions and I absolutely love deep throating cock. In fact, giving a man head gets me off. I'm a huge fan of swallowing cum and love a stiff hard dick in my tight ass. I could go on and on about the heightened orgasms I have with anal sex. For as confident and horny as I am in the bedroom, I'm absolutely a lady. I wear elegant dresses when going to elegant places, I have a wardrobe that I will classify as sophisticated sexy and even when I'm casual in my comic book or band t-shirt, I make sure it complements my small yet perky breasts as well as my womanly frame. I'm very comfortable with tight-fitting jeans and a pair of Chuck Taylor or Vans.

I write a column for a hipster magazine called Pink Metal. The articles are aimed at women who like a little badass to go along with femininity. Our office is located near the Japanese tea gardens in San Francisco, only a ten-minute walk away. I was born and raised in Central California, let's be real; there is nothing worth going higher than Sacramento, everything is just cattle farms and crops from then up. I moved to Chicago with Jon after I had gotten the job and was lucky enough to have my employer be okay with it. It's a bit of traveling, but I only come in to see my editor once a week. I'm done with our meeting so I'm going to meet up with some friends, a workmate, and my longtime girlfriend Janelle. I'm catching up with her in route to Gianni's Restaurant for mimosas and brunch.

Janelle and I have been friends from the first day of college. I don’t think anyone will ever understand me more than she will. I was hoping it would have been my husband but with everything that has been going on, he is showing me that he is not the one. I though, rather hoped he was going to be. He never touched me other than the ways I wanted him to, never struck or pushed me, never was overly angry with me for anything, not even when I accidentally knocked his prized fish back into Lake Michigan. He just told me that we'll have to eat fast food instead. Lately he has gone off the deep end. I think it was after he woke up one morning and there were fewer hairs on his head than there was the day before. For some reason he doesn't want to do the Bruce Willis thing and shave his head completely, even after I told him that it would be sexy.

He went on some rubbernecking kick, looking at younger girls out of the corner of his eye. I would catch him of course. I wasn't bothered by it, not so much at first, but then it started to get progressively worse. By the next year, he was basically drooling at them right in front of me. Every so often I would hear a lusting remark from him. Still, at this point I was not afraid of his wondering eye or sexual remarks. I may not be the coat-rack supermodel, but I know I look damn good for my age. There are women who are fifteen years younger that wish they could look this fine. I found a gym to continue my MMA workout, so I have nothing to worry about.

It wasn't until he said the one thing I didn't want to hear from his insecurity, "We should take her home with us." Now the way he said it was not mean and insulting mind you. He knows I had one encounter with a female, but to think that will get you a threesome because you don't want to get old, is flat-out ridiculous. Because he was my husband, I had told him about the one-night Janelle and I had after a couple bottles of wine. We are both very sexual and have always told each other, what we call War Stories; because great sex is like a powerful fight between two willing participants. That one night we were both curious and trusted each other completely. I am not afraid of my own body so why should I be afraid of my friends? We had a great experience and found pleasure in each other's touch, but it was just not what we wanted. The best way to describe how I felt after is; her elegant finger in my ass made me really want to try it with a nice hard man.

From that moment, my Rocky, the man who gave up the dream of becoming a fighter for me, was no longer the man I could love. I will have to say that I'm still not afraid of other naked women; I just don't see the reason to bring another female into our love making. I am more than willing to be everything he could ever want in the bedroom. He is after all the only man who has been able to satisfy my anal desire, but no longer. I want a man in there, but he lost my interest when everything I do to please him was no longer enough.

I see Janelle walking out of her building. She is a matchmaker, but funny enough, she is single. She says it's because she's too busy playing the field; one of those, Why eat the same cereal every morning when you can get the milk for free kind of ladies. I've always looked at it as As long as I'm eating cereal and drinking milk every day, I'm satisfied. When Jon and I were at our best for those beginning years, I had more sex than I ever had single, and I had a lot of sex when I was single. It was never about how many guys I could bag, quite a few I will say, but it is more about the quality of the sex and how often. Janelle, not so much, she got as much tail as I did, but she would be a little more particular in her choices. At the bar all she goes after are the hot ones and sure, who wouldn't like to bang the cute guy. As for me, the dude looking like he will wear me as a feed bag is my first choice. Getting mine is more important than who gives it to me. That is probably the only place she and I differ, but it's something I can live with, and so can she.

Janelle and I make our way inside the busy restaurant and are greeted by the hostess that takes us to the booth the two friends are sitting at. I take a seat next to Ally, while Janelle sits across from me and next to Sonya.

You girls are going to need to catch up, I'm already on my second drink, says Ally. She has two umbrellas sitting next to an empty hurricane glass and she is about to take her last sip through the thick straw.

"How long have you girls been waiting? I ask.

Sonya looks at her Rolex. It's only been about ten minutes.

Don't mean to be rude but I've got to use the little girl's room. These drinks are going right through me. Oh, by the way, make sure to order me another round when you place yours, says a slightly tipsy Ally.

Dude, what's up with that girl? Janelle asks Sonya.

"She's been waiting on a text from Mr. gorgeous. You remember that guy Dillon with the six pack abs, well that's the one she wants. I think he's rather pointless. The only thing the guy has going for him are his looks.

Fuck that guy, there's more than one man in an ocean of fish. Janelle always knows how to say it tactfully.

The waiter comes over to see if we would like something to drink. Janelle and I place an order for a cocktail. We both decide to stick with mimosas and not dive right into the hard stuff. It's a little early in the day for me to get sloshed and besides I'm not a heavy drinker, I'd prefer, a tasty joint.

Ally returns from the restroom and immediately grabs her drink. Thanks for ordering me another round. She bypasses the straw and opts for a huge chug from the delicate crystal. Did I get a text while I was away? She takes another chug and then sits down.

No, Ally. Just chill out and stop worrying about some text message. Sonya is getting a little irritated with her.

Ally nonchalantly brushes it off and reaches for her phone, double checking just in case Sonya is wrong. She continues to look at her cell, scrolling through pictures of hotties, waiting impatiently for that text. Then someone catches her eye. It is a tall gorgeous waiter and he is carrying a tray of cocktails to the nearby table.

Oh my, do you see the muscles on that guy. He's hot enough to fuck. Ally tosses her phone into her purse. She's found herself a pleasing distraction.

We finish chatting it up and catching a buzz. I have to catch my flight back to Chicago and Sonya is excited to get back home to see what little trinket her dear Robert will have as a gift for her. He's been out of town for the past two days on business, but more than likely he was also off fucking his mistress, that's where the gifts come in to cover his guilty conscience. Sonya has no clue. Janelle has a fuck buddy date planned out for later and Ally was lucky enough to bag herself the hot waiter so she's still staying for more drinks until the stud gets off work. As for me, I'm outta here.

*****

I was able to upgrade my flight to nonstop, now I'll be able to surprise Rocky and be home two hours early. I'm happy I avoided the dreaded layover and was able to get some much-needed rest on the plane. I'm getting ready to pick up my luggage at the rotating carousel when I notice a couple getting off the escalator. I take a second look and the ditsy young blonde locks eyes with me. She is all giddy with her fake boobies bouncing in her low-cut top. The older guy doesn't notice me because he is staring at this girl's massive tits. He looks so familiar. It can't be, I think to myself. And then I get a better look at his face. It's Rocky and he's sporting an obvious toupee and acting like a horny young buck, or rather a silly old man. I knew things were getting bad between us, but this just sealed the deal. I'm not one to make a scene especially in public and I'm not going to blow his cover. She can have him. We're done.

TWO

MR. INSECURE

I came back to California because I was not going to stay in that house with Rocky, he can have the house to himself and his new piece of ass. I have no doubt that he has her over there. I told him I would be back in three days and then I'm getting my shit out. It's over between us and there is no turning back. Janelle said I could stay with her, and to tell you the truth, I just need her couch not her shoulder, but it will be fun to hang out with her like old times. She wants to take me to this club she met some guy at a couple nights ago, maybe she thinks I just need to jump back onto a different horse. I'm not opposed to the idea, but it's also nothing I'm out to get. It does hurt to lose something you worked at for a total of about seventeen years. If I were to go home with somebody it would purely be for my own pleasure, which I could take care of myself, but I would not jump back into a rebound relationship. I would much rather take advantage of once again being single and find that one person. He must fit me both sexually and more importantly off the mattress. If I can't have a conversation, enjoy good music or a movie what does it matter what he can do with his tongue? I can always watch an episode of Doctor Who or True Crime Story and pleasure myself before bed. If I find him however, what could be better than that?

I don't have to go into the office while I'm here, so I just stay at Janelle's place until she gets off work. She made it a point to tell me that as soon as she gets home we are going out. She wants to celebrate me being single. Those were her words, but she was a little more catty about it.

Rocky was never mean or rude, but he was condescending to her. I had told him about her and I when we were engaged and since then I could tell how he felt. No reason at all for him to have any bit of jealousy but Janelle could sense it from his vibe around her. When I told her he used our one night of girl fun as a way to try and boost his confidence, she was done with him as much as I was.

She gets home early so she can change into something a little sexier than her work clothes; hey, the girl knows what she wants and is not afraid to go get it. She's not one of those girls who will wear the tightest dress just so that one guy will look at her, she is more like me. I want the whole place to look at me, so I can have my choice, pick the one who'll bring me the most pleasure. She will usually go home with a really good looker, but then tell me later how horrible in bed he was. His rhythm was off, she would say, or even, He didn't know how to use his hips, but damn was he hot. She can confuse me sometimes; do you want the hot guy or the one who'll rock your world?

It doesn't take her long to get ready. She comes out with a short black skirt with fishnet stockings and stiletto heels, Damn girl you are smokin', I tell her. I didn't go as far as she did, not looking for the guy as much as she is tonight. I put some nice navy slacks on that make my ass even sweeter than it already is, a low-cut blouse that shows off some cleavage and a pair of flat slip-on shoes; like I said, I'm not looking for anything tonight. But I still make sure to look as good as I can, you never know who you will meet at the bar, don't want to run into him and have a Mickey Mouse sweater on with some granny panties. When I look at that in my mind it sounds ridiculous, I don't have a Disney sweater or repulsive underwear, more like some cheek huggers and a Captain America girls T. Not what I would wear to a club like this, maybe the corner bar for a pitcher of Sierra Nevada.

Thursdays are not the biggest night for dancing, but the real party people come out to have fun anyway. Since the bigger crowds come Fridays and Saturdays we were able to slide right on past the doormen and their tough looking bulky bodies. Janelle tells me that they motion us on through because they have a thing for her. It's not that I don't believe her, she is a sexy bitch, but she does like to joke around when it comes to small things like that. However, she has no problem telling you a painful truth if that's what is called for.

It is still early; the sun hasn't even fully cleared the bay yet and you can see the orange sky from where we are - twelve city blocks away from Fisherman's Warf. No one here is going to buy us drinks. Nobody I want to buy me a drink anyway, Janelle says as she makes her way to get us a couple cocktails. First thing she brings back are a couple of lemon drops, she wants to start off with shooters and I can tell she really wants to tear the night up. I pretty much look at it that there's a good chance I'll be returning to her place alone. I don't want to get that drunk. After we are done with the first drinks, the waitress brings over two more, but thank god, they're not shots. She knows my favorite saying, 'I like my Martinis like I like my men, dirty in bed'. It's just gin and olive juice to make it nice and cloudy, then you garnish with a couple pimentos.

So, the idiot finally became a dumb-ass, Janelle says straight forward; saying it how it needs to be said kind of thing.

Well said, I tell her. "The man just didn't get that it wasn't what other women think of him, it should be what I thought of him. For some reason it didn't matter what I said to him; he ended up being one of those self-doubting jerks. He didn't want to live his life, he wanted the life of some sports car driving pony tail having," I stop because the lemon drops, and the very strong martini is starting to get to me. I can't think of the words to call him right now.

You don't write your pieces while drinking, do you? she asks me.

No and thank god or I probably wouldn't know what to say. I'm not that drunk but we have a chuckle with that for a while.

Okay, back to trashing Jon. She never called him Rocky because she knew it was what his friends called him, and she never considered herself to be his friend.

We go back and forth talking about a pitiful man that didn't know a good thing when he had it. Men in a midlife crisis, what more can I say.

We're getting ready to motion the cocktail waitress to bring us another round when in he strolls.

Oh my god, did you see the hunk that just walked through the doors like an Adonis? I've got to get a piece of that. Excuse me girlfriend but I've got a wild stud I wanna ride. She gets up from the table and gives me a come fuck me look. I can only imagine what tricks she'll pull outta her bag to lasso this cowboy.

I see her talking with the Adonis and she is working her magic. The guy must be in his early twenties, probably never had a hot horny cougar seduce him. I can tell that she has him in her web and she won't release her plaything until she gets a good fuck out of him. He's in for a wild night.

The two make their way to my table but don't take a seat. Janelle looks anxious to rock this young dude's world. I think he may have a clue with the, I'm getting fucked look on his androgynous face.

Charlie, this is Kelly. Janelle introduces her boy toy.

Everyone just calls me Kel.

Good to meet you, Kel.

Look at his big manly hands, and you know what that means. She gives me a little wink and then strokes the pretty boy's face. "I hate to be rude sugar but we're gonna get outta here and go tango at the Alamo.

God's gift to women has a look of confusion but tries to not let us know by quickly turning that look into a smile. I chuckle, knowing she's referring to our little war stories and of course that means sex.

The horny couple leaves and I decide I'll stay a little longer since I still have my drink to finish. I have no problem sitting at a table all by myself and that's what I intend to do until I see this rough and rugged dude sitting at the end of the bar. He has a scruffy beard which would feel good on my clit. I would call him a