Erotism, Romance and Forbidden Fantasies

By Natasha Spencer Lee

Experience the thrill and excitement of forbidden desires with this collection of steamy short stories. From the seduction of a stranger to the temptation of a forbidden love affair, these tales of erotic passion will leave you breathless and longing for more. Each story is expertly crafted to provide a tantalizing escape from reality, plunging you into a world of sensual pleasure and intense emotion. So curl up in a comfortable spot and let yourself be swept away by these tantalizing tales of lust and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Libros Para Adultos
• Release date: Jan 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223179979

Natasha Spencer Lee

She is a passionate writer who is revolutionizing contemporary adult literature. Her daring, revealing, addictive, exciting and surprising texts have already captivated a whole generation that enjoys success after success. Her specialties are crime and the most taboo eroticism. She reveals an urban life that no one was talking about.

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The premium plumber

My husband is strange. On the one hand, he's the rebellious poet I fell in love with. But on the other hand, he's the one I didn't know before I got married: he's crazy and frustrated.

Artists are complicated, they have toxic relationships with money for a long time, some for their whole lives. They are inveterate romantics.

At first, I liked that about him, his disregard for the material, his idealism. But after all this time I don't find it so attractive anymore.

So, what do I do? We have three daughters whom I adore. And it's not like I've fallen in love with someone else either. I just want excitement. And I don't know how to tell him. My friend Laura told me about a plumber who comes to her house and is very helpful, besides fixing her toilet, he eats her pussy and ass.

He gave me his number, I didn't ask for it, but he said it would be good for me to call him, maybe he's right.

According to her it was very easy, she just called him to tighten some taps and, when she finished, he asked her:

-Anything else I can do for you?

With a suggestive look at his crotch, she told him everything. And since she's a cheeky little minx, she added to make sure there were no doubts:

-Well, I have another tap that I would like you to press and open, it hasn't been working for a long time, my husband is away....

The rest is pornography, you can imagine. But I'm not going to do the same, that's for sure, I'm not that vulgar. What if he comes with someone else? What if he has an engagement later?

I'm afraid to call him and it will be a disaster. What if my husband finds out? Maybe he has microphones and cameras. I've looked and I haven't found any, but you never know...

It is very dangerous.

I've had my phone ready to make a call at the touch of a button for a long time, but I don't dare.

My Antonio has been gone for four days now, and it will be another three days before he returns.

I don't know whether to call him, open another tub of ice cream or have a cigarette from laughing.

Maybe I can do it all, it's just a matter of order, first I'm going to call him, and, while he arrives, I indulge in my vices.

Come on, I'm coming. I press the button, two tones sound:

-Hello, plumbers Rodriguez, with whom do I have the pleasure?

-Hi, it's Matilda, I lied through my teeth, not wanting to reveal my real name so my husband would be less likely to find out, I was recommended to call you to fix some taps at home," I was finally being as vulgar as my friend.

-Of course, what's the address?

I gave it to him, and he promised to be there in less than an hour, I quickly went to pee, opened the ice cream tub to attack it with a giant spoon and prepared myself a joint. All in record time, I wanted to smoke it before she arrived.

That relaxed me, although I couldn't help fantasizing about the plumber... My friend had told me that he wasn't very handsome, but he was a real Iberian macho, one of those who still have their manhood, who don't go to a waxing center and don't wear cologne.

I put on some music (reggaeton), and I still hadn't finished smoking when the doorbell rang.

Would he notice the smoke? Would he think I was a junkie? Screw it, finally, I was going to pay him for his work.

When I opened the door, I was surprised: a tall, fat man who needed a hairdresser like I need the beach in summer.

I found him very striking, even though he wasn't your typical movie actor, he had his charm.

-Thank you so much for coming so fast, follow me, it's here, in the kitchen, they're kind of lazy and I don't have any tools to help me....

I emphasized the word tool with a mischievousness I no longer remembered in me.

I think that's where he got it.

Would he have sex with all his clients?

I decided to slow down, even though I

thought my flowered dress gave away my intentions. I walked from the entrance of the house to the kitchen where the first of the affected faucets was, pointed it out to him and asked:

-Do you want something. to drink?

-Mmm, yes, thank you, what do you have?

-I have. beer? -Wine?

-A beer, please.

-Marching.

He was already bent over looking at the faucet, which had almost nothing to do but squeeze. The glasses, cups and jugs were right on top and, although I could reach them without climbing onto a chair, I pulled one up and used it to raise myself up and give him the view of my panty less privates.

I took two jugs and put them down. I felt his eyes on my pussy and I got wet.

I poured the beers and asked him:

-How does it look? -Can you fix it? It's just that my husband is on a trip...

In my head I thought: whore, whore, why do I like to be like this?

-It's easy, miss, I'll fix it right away, whatever you need, I'm at your service.

We toasted with beer; I asked the typical question:

-And what are we toasting to?

-Because of the taps?

-For the plumbers who fix our taps.

-Cheers! -we said in unison, we were already in rapport.

We clinked the jugs together and took a big sip, then he deftly fixed the tap.

-That's it, he said, See if you're okay with that or if you want it harder.

I checked, it was perfect, it wasn't moving anymore.

-It's great, thank you very much.

-A pleasure, anything else?

That was the moment, I remembered my friend's indications, it was the easy way. I sat on the kitchen table to make it easy for him. As a response, I looked down at my vulva, he understood, smiled, knelt down and started kissing my feet.

I had never been kissed like that, with so much love, he was doing it and looking at me to know my reaction, he realized that I liked it and started to lick them, he felt that I liked it even more and started to suck them, to put fingers in his mouth. He was doing everything: kissing, licking and sucking. Soon he started to climb up my legs, unhurriedly, lovingly, more carefully than my husband!

By the time he got to my crotch I was already dripping.

He worked unhurriedly, very professional. He touched every part of my body, they started to give me like spasms, I was unable to be still, the orgasms came, it was incredible how he licked my clitoris, when he began to introduce his fingers into my vagina I could no more and I cum on his face, moaning, screaming, with more pleasure than I had ever felt.

I grabbed his head from behind, more for a sense of control, of not falling to the ground, than anything else. He didn't need me to direct him, he was already doing it so well.

God, if that's what he was doing with his mouth, what would it be like to have his member inside? When that thought came into my head, I blurted it out:

-Fuck me, I want you to put it in me.

He stood up, his beard was soaked with my juices. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and sucked them while looking into my eyes with a perverted look. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants: his cock was huge. Fascinatingly huge.

Without thinking I changed the position; I made him sit on the table and I was the one who got on my knees to give him oral sex. I wanted to put it all in my mouth, to feel it.

After a few deep throats, I stood up, turned around, and I didn't need to say anything to him to let him know what I wanted, it was enough, as always: a look.

I threw my dress on the floor, I was already totally naked, I was his, at least for that fuck. It was rough, he slammed me against the kitchen cupboard, that was just what he wanted.

And he started forward, backward, faster, and faster, deeper, and deeper, as his hands roamed my body, caressing every inch.

I felt like I was going to cum again, and so did he, inside me, at the same time, I began to squeeze my pussy at irregular intervals, he snorted like a dog on my neck, we were sweaty from the speed of the action, ecstatic. At that time my husband would have shown up and I would have ignored him.

I was taking it all the way in, a big cock, long and wide, that made me explode with pleasure, and he was also enjoying my body. Finally, we came together, I screamed like crazy, without thinking, letting myself go; he, more discreet, announced the fact in my ear: I'm going to come. Then he exhaled like someone releasing the demon inside him to be free again.

We stood there for a few seconds, hugging, then he pulled away and the drop of cum trickled down my leg, hot, exciting. We were red and sweaty from the exercise, with smiles that wouldn't go away in any way.

-Anything else I can do for you, miss? He asked me with a face that mixed the angelic of five-star service with the demonic of one who knows she's breaking the rules.

-You're going to come every time my husband isn't here.

My boss?

Nothing makes me more nervous than going to a job interview, but I don't have a choice: I like to eat, have a place to live, and all those things that are paid for with money.

That day I was even more hysterical than usual.

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