Lauren De Paige: A Collection of Erotic Short Stories

By Lauren De Paige

With this book Ive attempted to break the mold of the traditional Romance Novel written by female authors and pen a work with a little more Edge to it. Im not at all sure Ive achieved my goal and regardless of your thoughts on this book please know I had fun writing these stories for you.
Have fun and Enjoy!!
Lauren De Paige
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543439038

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Copyright © 2017 by Lauren De Paige.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2017911591

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5434-3904-5

      Softcover      978-1-5434-3905-2

      eBook         978-1-5434-3903-8

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Chapter 1   Cut Flowers

Chapter 2   Dune

Chapter 3   Flat Tire

Chapter 4   Hotel Rendezvous

Chapter 5   Samson and Delilah

Chapter 6   Scent

Chapter 7   A Night Out

Chapter 8   Exhibit

Chapter 9   Midnight Ride

Chapter 10   You’ve Got Male

Be dominant or submissive but never apologize for being a powerful woman in control of your own destiny…

Cut Flowers

N oah pulled into the driveway of his quaint 1800s farmhouse. A neat two-over-two colonial saltbox, it wasn’t small but rather perfect for a man that lived alone. The house was situated close to the end of a dead-end dirt road, which terminated at the river just one hundred yards past his driveway. It was as how Noah always dreamed his home would be—a sun-dappled front yard sweeping up to the house. The front of the house was framed by lush, mature maples, and the house itself was surrounded by extensive flower beds filled with fragrant perennials. It was a 180-degree change from his former life growing up in a cramped Manhattan apartment, but it was where he felt calm and at peace, a place where he could relax, decompress, and enjoy life, surrounded by the beauty of nature.

Slowly pulling up the winding driveway, he broke into a smile as he saw his girlfriend’s car parked in the driveway. They planned a weekend together, but Noah had hoped he would beat her to the house. He had wanted a chance to clean up a bit before she got there; regardless, he was thrilled to see she’d arrived. The weight of the traffic, the job, and the week’s drama just melted off him as he pulled up next to her car. Grabbing the bottle of Pinot Grigio from the back seat, he exited his car and walked toward the door of the house. Passing through the patio on the way to the door, he noticed the table had been set, candles and torches were alight, and the intoxicating smell of roses and lilies from his garden wafted upon the warm evening breeze. Wind chimes gently tinkled in the trees surrounding the patio, and he had to stop for a moment, stop and just take them all in. There was literally no place on earth he would rather be at that moment.

Opening the door, he heard the smoky voice of Billie Holiday playing softly in the living room. Gently closing the door, he quietly strode through the enclosed porch and peeked through the curtain that separated it from the kitchen. There she was—Brooke, her back to the porch as she stood at the kitchen island, cutting white roses and lilies from the garden, carefully arranging them in a vase, her hips swaying gently as she sang along with Billie, blissfully unaware of his presence. Noah could only watch her; radiantly beautiful, she was tiny at only five foot two and a very petite ninety-four pounds. She had wild medium-length blond hair with a body that made Noah’s breath catch in his throat every time he looked at her. She was his dream girl, his tiny nymph with a body made for the hottest sex Noah had ever experienced. The best thing was, she loved their sex as much as he did; they were a perfect match. She was wearing one of Noah’s long-sleeve dress shirts with the cuffs rolled up and only one or two of the buttons at the bottom done. From what he could see, she had nothing else on, barefoot and looking so tiny draped in his shirt. Noah felt a wave of lust wash over him. He watched her for another moment and slowly closed the curtain.

Back in the porch, he removed his shirt, shoes, watch, and belt, trying to be as quiet as possible. Down to just pants, he pulled back the corner of the curtain to see her, with her back to him, placing a lily in the vase. In two quiet steps, he was upon her. Gently encircling her waist from behind, his strong arms gently pulled her into him. Her initial startled reaction was quickly put to rest as he began to softly kiss the back of her neck. As he inhaled deeply, the heady scent of her hair filled his nostrils as he trailed soft kisses around the side of her graceful long neck. He felt her muscles relax; she began to melt into him as his lips caressed the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder. He heard a soft moan escape her moist, parted lips as his hands found the buttons at the front of the shirt; he slowly and methodically undid the buttons one at a time, pausing slightly between each one to build the tension. His lips never leaving her neck, Noah opened the shirt. He could feel the heat radiating from her as his rough hands rested on the lush curve of her hips, her skin warm and smooth beneath his hands. He began to feel that familiar sensation in his loins as she began to push back against him, his hardening cock finding the crevice between the plush globes of her ass. A guttural moan escaped his throat as he pulled her into him, gently grinding his cock into her, separated by only the sheer fabric between them.

His hands firmly on her hips, he gently spun her around. His hands still upon her hips, she softly kissed his chest as her arms came up and encircled his neck. As she looked up at him, their eyes locked. In an instant, an encyclopedia of information passed between them without a word spoken. Brooke stood up on her toes as Noah bent over, gently kissing each other. Tracing her lips with his tongue, Noah gently sucked her lower lip into his warm mouth. He felt her moan softly into his mouth as his hands slid from her hips and worked their way up her tiny frame. Cupping her breast, he could feel her nipple harden against the palm of his hand as a shiver ran up her. Kissing her deeply, he gently rolled her hard nipple between his fingers; he felt her knees give and quickly wrapped his other arm around her waist to keep her from falling. He continued to kiss her deeply, his fingers exhorting increasing pressure on her turgid nipple. Noah broke the kiss and brushed the shirt from her other breast. The material brushing against her nipple made it harden instantly and stand erect. A pale-pink tower in a meadow of golden-tan skin, it beckoned to him. Noah could not help but stare at her for a moment, overwhelmed by the beauty before him. Recovering quickly, he took her now-rock-hard nipple between his lips, sucking hungrily; he took it deep into his warm mouth. His hands reached down and cupped the plush globes of her ass, feeling how hot she was down there.

In one fluid motion, he lifted her up as though weightless and placed her on the kitchen island before him. They were eye to eye, Noah standing between her spread legs as each studied the other’s eyes. Cupping Brooke’s face in his hands, he pulled her to him. He was so gentle with her that at times it surprised her that a man of his size could have such a soft side, but it turned her on, and she loved every bit of it. Noah kissed her so gently; she was not sure their lips had actually met. Pausing for a heartbeat, Noah resumed his feather-like kisses, alternating between kissing and softly biting her lower lip. His hands were on her thighs, and he slowly began to spread them as he kissed her sweet lips. He could not get enough of kissing Brooke. Noah never felt like he was kissing her, but rather they were meeting in the middle of a mutual kiss, her kissing him as much as the other. For Noah, that was such a turn-on, knowing that this angel was just as attracted to him as he was to her. He kissed his way slowly down her slender neck, his hands kneading her firm, shapely thighs as her legs began to unconsciously wrap around his waist.

Her thin, perfectly painted fingers began caressing Noah’s shaved head. Her nails on the tender skin around his ears and at the back of his neck drove him insane with lust as she ever so lightly dragged her nails, feather-like over his smooth skull. With her hands on his head, she guided his mouth to her swollen nipples. Noah, his hand cupping her breast, hungrily worked his soft lips over the hard, erect flesh of her nipple, sucking it gently at first, his fervor increasing as she reacted to the stimulation; her knees began to draw up as she pulled his head tight to her breast. Noah sucked her hard nipples alternately into his warm mouth, moving between them slowly, working one hard nipple between his fingers as he licked and sucked its twin.

Brooke had her legs locked around his waist, slowly grinding against his now-throbbing cock. He was so hard it felt as if his cock was going to rip right through his trousers. Ever so softly, Noah pushed Brooke backward onto the counter; with an audible pop, his mouth released her nipple, and she lay back flat, her warm tan skin in contrast to the cool black granite of the counter. She lifted her legs and placed her tiny feet on Noah’s broad chest and giggled at how small they looked. Noah again just stared at Brooke for a moment, taking her all in, feasting on her with his eyes as a lion would a gazelle, both of them knowing the outcome of the coming encounter.

Lifting one of her childlike feet from his chest, he placed his nose between her toes and inhaled deeply. Her natural essence turned him on more than any perfume. Gently he began to suck her toes as his hands worked their way up her shapely calf, massaging the warm skin as he pushed closer to her as she lay on the counter. He let her toes slip from his mouth and began to kiss and lick his way up her foot to her ankle, careful not to tickle but rather transfer his passion to her. She was moaning deeply now as he began to work his way up her calf, her other leg now draped over his shoulder. Reaching her knee, he paid special attention to the soft flesh at the back of her knee; using his tongue hard, he probed the soft tenderness of it, gently biting as he slowly continued his ascent. He was now kneeling before her splayed legs, his arms wrapped under her as he gorged on the soft tan flesh of her inner thighs. Back and forth, from one thigh to the other, he teased her as he slowly moved north.

Brooke was writhing now; he could feel her wet pussy on his cheek as it radiated its heat against his face as he ever so gently continued to lick and suck her inner thighs. Noah was not going to be quick about this but rather gently teased her till she screamed. Inches from her pussy, he could see it glistening, her sweet scent overwhelming him. She moved her hands to the back of his head, trying to get his lips to where she wanted them. But Noah continued to hold off, slowly licking the very innermost portion of her thigh, flicking his tongue over the taut tendon where thigh met pussy, one side and then the other, pausing momentarily between them to exhale his warm breath onto her pussy, watching her clit pulse with excitement as it reacted to the warmth of his breath.

She was cursing at him now; her pussy was literally dripping down her ass, rivulets of sweet juice trickled out of her as she squirmed helpless against his formidable grip. Biting and sucking her swollen lips, he worked closer to the crown jewel. Her clit was now hard and exposed; he could almost see it pulse with her every heartbeat. His hands firmly on her thighs, he stood and spread her legs wide, pushing them back so her knees were to