Erotica: He Takes Me: 10 Erotic Stories Collection

By Rod Polo

In his room, on his bed, he saw her in the most beautiful red lingerie he had ever seen.
Her body figure was one that made even a rag look sexy.
He knew he had nothing to lose so he kissed her back with fire and passion in him.
They had just shared another wonderful hot time and she knew there was no going back, no walking away.
She knew that was just the beginning.

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10 Erotic Stories Collection.

1. Virgin Businesswoman
2. Best Friend’s Daughter: My Secretary
3. Personal Maid Service
4. Daddy's Best Friend: My Personal Trainer
5. In Love with My Best Friend
6. The Best Friends
7. A Lusty Millionaire
8. A Plumber’s Visit
9. Lonely Pastor
10. Boss On Fun

For Mature Audiences Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rod Polo
• Release date: Sep 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005503802

Rod Polo

Rod Polo

Book preview

Virgin Businesswoman

The words kept on getting to me, sticking to me like glue. Even people, who didn't know the half of it had the effrontery, audacity and the temerity to talk or what do they call it, advise me like they always claim.

It isn’t any body's business if I choose to remain or die a single virgin and to top it all, men are naturally scum. They are a douche bag. 

Melissa had watched her mama suffer domestic violence from her father for good twenty-five years of her life. Her elder sister Clarence had followed suit in the same line. 

She had heard the tales of how Clarence's husband turned her into a punching bag. How he made her his object of venting his anger. She had witnessed the brutality on several occasions. 

To crown it all, she had heard tales of these brutality and injustice done to women by men. Why then would she want to engage in a relationship and continue to encourage the vicious circle of the brutality. 

As a result of these, Melissa had vowed to bury herself in what she knows best and that was work. Work had been and continued to be her friend, confidant and make out buddy. Work had helped her fill the vacuum in her life. 

Melissa is a beautiful, tall and slender young lady. She is a red head with hazel brown eyes and you know what they say about red head; they always have a fiery temper which is the right description for Melissa. 

Melissa just couldn't bear the thought of it anymore. Whatever people thought was their business. 

Once again, she was going to shove those hideous thoughts and advice away. 

She had work tomorrow and she wanted to start the week on a good note. She didn't want anything worrying her or anyone pissing her off

As she prepared to have a good night rest, Melissa said her prayers. 

Yeah, she said her prayers. As sure as she hates men and societal construction that gives a boost and rise to their deflated ego, she was a devoted Christian and a prayerful one at that. Her mother had taught her that prayer was key to every problem anyone encountered.

Indeed, prayer was key as her papa had died when she was twenty-five years old. 

Oh, how happy she had been, her joy knew no bounds. She knew that religiously and morally it was bad to be happy about someone's death. 

But at that moment, she didn't give a fuck about morals and religion. 

Her father's death had meant the liberation of her mother from the clutches of her father's brutality. 

The week her father had passed on, she was beaming with joy all week and she was baffled as to why her mother mourned her father when she should have been throwing a celebratory part. Love is a bitch, she thought.

She also couldn't help but wonder, How does a person love someone who constantly violates your body? Her decision from then henceforth was that she never ever did want to go down that path. 

After she had said her prayers, she laid on the bed, closed her eyes and began to doze off. 

Beads of sweat cascade down her face as she wiggled her body violently. She could hear the screams, terrifying screams. The scream began to sound distinct; she discovered she was the one who was screaming. She took a clear note of her surroundings and she saw herself being beaten and molested by a huge man who looked like an angry wolf. She was helpless and the only thing she could do was scream for help. She could not afford to be helpless, she had to fight, she was a fighter, she thought. 

Just when she was about to hit the man beast back, she heard a familiar sound and earth to life, Melissa woke up. 

The familiar sound she heard in her dream was her alarm which was set for 5:00 am. 

She had the nightmares again but this time around, she hadn't seen her mother or her sister, Clarence, being brutally molested. She had seen herself instead.

It can never be me; I refuse to be violently abused. She muttered. It wasn't me. She muttered again with denial and much assurance. 

Melissa was grateful that it was dawn already. She didn't want to go back to bed and have the same nightmare all over again. 

Melissa got up from her bed, said her morning prayers and strode to the bathroom for a nice long bath where she could scrub her misery away and the beatings from the nightmare. 

Ahhh, the trauma my father has caused my beautiful life. She soliloquized. She started seeing a shrink when she was twenty years old. Her precious mama had noticed something was wrong with her so she had brought her to start seeing a psychiatrist. 

The psychiatrist had diagnosed her of suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). It wasn't easy but with the help of her mama, psychiatrist and counsellor, she was able to scale through even if her psychiatrist told her she still had PTSD. She still believes she is a survivor. 

Her constant nightmares are reminders of her trauma. 

After the long nice bath and scrubbing, she picked out a nice navy-blue trouser pants and a beautiful cream silk chiffon top which was beaded at every reasonable angle. 

Oh, what a way to start the new week in a nice pants and chiffon and a sassy look that says I'm the boss and I am not taking nonsense from any goddammit person. She smiled her signature smile. 

When she was done, she sat in the midst of her closest full of shoes as she was having a hard time deciding which shoe would fit best. 

One thing Melissa loved so much, all varieties of shoe. 

As she scanned the closet, her eyes stopped in track on a Louis Vuitton red bottom stiletto heels. 

No one ever goes wrong with a red bottom heels especially when it compliments my succulent snow-white skin . 

She stood in front of her dressing mirror in her cozy little room and tried to drown herself in the aura of her mesmerizing appearance as she dabbed a little make up on. 

When she was all made up, she picked up her keys to her car and a bowl of milk. She put the bowl of milk on her doorstep for the stray cats that kept on hovering around her doorstep. Her neighbors had complained on several occasions that she kept on encouraging those cats to come back by offering them food. 

Melissa had never given a crap about what people thought so she had continued to do it anyways. She had continued to feed the stray cats. 

She would have adopted the cats but she didn't want to get emotionally attached. It goes against everything that she stood for. 

She walked to her Mercedes Benz. Oh, how she loved every model of Mercedes. She made it a point of duty to always change her car to the latest model each year. 

She entered into her car and drove off. 

Melissa had driven only a few kilometers ahead when her car stopped in its track. It wouldn't bulge. 

She stayed with the car for over ten minutes trying to find what's wrong with the car plus she didn't want to ruin her dress. She had a big day ahead of her today so she was being extra careful. 

She was still trying to check the fault of the car when her phone range. It was Clarissa, her secretary. 

Good morning Miss Melissa, Mr. Kingston from Kingston corporations is already in the office waiting for you and I think he is already getting passed of being kept waiting. 

OK, Clarissa help me stall him a little bit till I get to the office. I just encountered a little problem with my car. You do know the great impact of this contract on the company? she said as she hung up the phone. 

Kingston Corporation was one of the biggest and renowned company in Los Angeles. She couldn't lose this deal. She needed the contract. 

Her company was one of those up and coming companies and she had worked her ass off to bring the Company's name to the stage it's has attained. 

She felt really honored when she found out that Kingston corporations wanted to strike a business deal with her company. She was so overwhelmed with joy. It was just the business growth she needed for her company. No way could she lose this deal now. 

She quickly locked her car and hailed a taxi. When she got to the office, she got into the elevator when her phone started ringing. It was Clarissa again, her secretary. 

What on earth did she want, she was already in the office building. she moaned. 

Immediately, the elevator stopped and opened to a beautiful and well-furnished floor where her office was located. She stepped out without looking at where she was going while trying to shove her phone into her handbag when she bumped into something or someone sturdy. 

She could perceive the smell of male fresh cologne. She couldn't hold her balance and almost tripped off when strong sturdy arms caught her from tripping off and falling. 

She was face to face with a man, not just any man, a very handsome one. She took her time to swoon in his features. He had the most beautiful emerald eyes she had ever seen, his nose as generic as possible. His lips, daring and kissable and his soft silk jet black hair was calling to her. It took her every ounce of restraint not to run her hand through his beautiful hair. 

She quickly snapped out of her trance. She is never to think of any man like that. She only had to remember what her mum and her sister had gone through in the hands of men. 

You need to look at where you are going and be more careful next time because I may not be here to keep you from falling. His deep soft masculine voice brought her back to earth from her hollow mind. 

Who on earth is this man and what was he looking for in my office and who the hell was he to talk to her like that? She thought.

As if on cue and reading her mind, he offered. I'm Jack Kingston from Kingston corporations. I believe we have a business deal to close He said stretching forth his hand for a complimentary handshake. 

Melissa was lost. She was finding it difficult to comprehend all that just happened the past few minutes. 

Her brain rang an alarm. This handsome young-looking man was Mr. Kingston. She had expected some older man in his late sixties never had she expected Mr. Kingston to be Mr. handsome.

When she first got the business deal from Kingston Corporation, she had been meeting with his secretary.

She composed herself and took his hand shake, immediately her palm touched his, she could feel the electric tingling coursing through her skin and body skin. She knew he felt it because his beautiful, alluring self-drowning eyes widened in shock. He had felt their connection, how could he not feel it, what just happened was novel to her and all exciting. 

I'm Melisa Rodriguez, CEO of Rodriguez limited She offered trying to cover up the shock of what had just happened between them. 

Wow, Italian and a redhead at that, a beautiful combination of fiery and I love my women just like that He smiled. 

Was he flirting with her in