Red Lace

By Ailawishes

From the author that brought you Floetic Whispers, comes a collection of Erotic Tales guaranteed to stiffen you and have you dripping wet. Red Lace by Ailawishes, is filled with delicious, orgasmic sex-capades that leave nothing to the imagination. Moisture and curiosity grows between each read. Each story read is going to leave you out of breath, and introduce you to a whole new world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479745630

Ailawishes

About the Author: Erica J. Ferrell was born in Jackson, Alabama. Heaven's Library Journey is her first children's book literature publication. This book is an introduction of a series with many more releases to come. Erica currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter. She currently holds an Associates Degree in Business Administration, Bachelor's in Resource Management and a Masters in Human Resource Management from Troy University.

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Copyright © 2012 by A I L A W I S H E S.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

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.

This book has been known to bring the sexy back in relationships. The Author is not responsible for any babies made due to you or someone you know being romanced from the words inside this book. It is not recommended to read this book in public if you are a virgin or if you have been practicing abstinence. Certain words contained within the chapters could leave you touching, caressing and even making weird noises around others.

Edited by Winona Marks

Cover Photo by Winona Marks

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Contents

Stormy Weather

adDICKtive

The Gentleman

Puddyn Face

The Affair

Spooning

Mr. Spontenaity

Stranger In My Bed

This book is dedicated to all the writers who self-publish. Not all publishers will give you the opportunity to share your talent with the world. Not all publishers will believe that your words are worth sharing. It’s up to you to prove them wrong.

Stormy Weather

My life hasn’t been right since that night we made love… So cold outside and so lonely inside. Watching my favorite news anchor and me getting mad because of the weather prediction. Sounds funny but true. I walk over to the fridge because I’m wanting something sweet. Looking in the fridge I spot some strawberries that I purchased from the market. Memories. Memories of you and I. I go back to the sofa to sit and watch the late show. Laughing at Mike Epps, he’s so funny, I turn to look out of the window as the rain starts coming down. Having thoughts of how good it would feel to have you here sitting, cuddled on the sofa next to me. After hours of watching TV, I hear a knock at the door. I’m not expecting anyone so I’m feeling a little scared. Wondering who could be standing on the other side. I place my strawberries and cream on the table and slowly walk over to the door.

Who’s there? I ask.

Didn’t get an answer. Now I’m really scared. Seems like a scene from a scary movie with the rain and thunder. I asked once more, still no answer. I ease up to the door and look through the peep hole and see a guy standing.

Who’s there? I ask again.

Then I hear a voice that says, Taylor.

It’s you. All of a sudden my heart starts pounding from nervousness. Wondering why you would be knocking on my door at this time of the night. Before I open the door, I start preparing myself for your entrance. As bad as I want you. I can’t show it or let you know. I open the door slowly.

Surprise, he yelled.

Yes, a nice surprise, I replied.

So are you gonna let me in? He asks.

Yeah sorry, I said. For a moment I was caught up in my own fantasy. Thinking of our last encounter. As we hug, I almost fell weak. Your scent is so wanted on me. And, yes, before you leave I do want my scent on you.

So I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by, Taylor said. As if he doesn’t remember again the last session we had. This brother can go all night. This brother can go for days. I welcome him in. He walks past me looking around, knowing this place looks familiar. OMG the scent of this man. Damn I can just pull his pants off now. But I will stay calm. So how have you been? he asks. Life is doing me fine, I replied. Good. Good. He smiles at me while rubbing his hands together as if he sees something good that he’s wanting. So what brings you in the neighborhood? I ask. Well, the truth is my Mercedes broke down. I knew you were close, so decided to stop by. Being that it’s raining and all. You know a brother can’t get his sexiness wet. I’m thinking he is so right. But his sexiness is making me wet. My Pussy is throbbing. I believe if he were to touch me again I would cum so hard right now. Well you do look soaked. Why don’t you take off your coat and get comfortable, I suggested. Nice deal, he replies. Taylor begins taking off his coat. Kray is looking at every move that he makes. Want some wine? Kray asked. Yes, give me what you got. Kray mumbled I got me. What was that? Taylor asked. Oh nothing, I said, coming right up. Kray brings the wine back in and sits on the couch across from Taylor, who was sitting on the loveseat. You know it’s been a long time. So how is your mom? She’s fine. She retired but is still thinking about keeping a small side job, she replies. Well you know these parents. They believe in working, he says. Yeah but when I say I’m done, I’m done. No more side jobs or anything. We both laughed at that comment. So you still kicking it with Stan? I almost spit out my wine when he asked that question. First of all; How did he know about Stan? And Why is he all concerned? No, Stan couldn’t hang. Damn girl, the brotha couldn’t hang? I hope you didn’t say the same about me. Is that how you ladies talk about us guys? Now that’s funny. Guys talk about ladies all the time. Talk about how good or bad the sex was. Whatever. All I want to know is did you say the same about me? Did you give me a reason? No! I know I put it down." Taylor said laughing.

Putting it down. Yes indeed you did I thought. So good. So experienced. SO much talent in bed. Hold up. I need to stop thinking this way. Do I have the mind of a freak? Or do I know just what I want? I think every lady knows exactly what she wants and she wants nothing less than that.

Five drinks later, conversations later, I think we were both buzzed. I’ve always enjoyed your time. I’m sure you know that already. I almost forgot what I came here for. Seems as though the rain has stopped. Yes it has. Time really flies. So how are you gonna get home? I think I will walk. It’s only a few blocks. You are not in any condition to walk a few blocks. I will be fine. You can always have the sofa for the night. What am I saying. The sofa? Maybe I should just let him leave and pray that he gets there okay. I haven’t had any in months. Haven’t felt dick slide in between my thighs in so long. How about I just have you. Did I just hear him right? Huh? You heard me. How about I just have you. Taylor got up off the sofa and went and sat beside Kray on the couch. He took her almost finished glass of wine out of her hands and sat it on the table. What are you doing? Kray says in a trembling voice. I think we’ve both had too much to drink. No we haven’t. He was squeezing my hand causing me to squeeze his dick and feel how hard he was. Do you feel that? It wants you. I zoned out for a minute. I had to calm my body. I’m trying my best to not cum right now. My pussy is throbbing so bad and I need something inside of it. The words I want that too slowly came out of my mouth. Taylor took his hands