Love, Erotic

Celeste Davidson

Description

A smoldering collection of sexy stories, Love, Erotic portrays how human beings connect on a sensual level and find fulfillment in the physical.
Love, Erotic is a collection of emotional stories that range in tone from raw lust to obvious love. Each story portrays a certain fantasy—or do these stories record reality?
Celeste is the main character in this compendium. Incidents involve new lovers and new sexual experiences for Celeste, sometimes creating conflict ending in meaningful moments. Other times, the stories ignore the heart and focus on the physical alone.
Each tale allows the reader to place him or herself in the moment and feel the heat that burns between different couples. Perhaps a personal fantasy will be portrayed in these pages. Love, Erotic will spice up your night as Celeste journeys from bed to bed.

Sujets

• Romance
• BD Erotique
• Romance érotique
• Erotic art
• Eroticism
• Erotica
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 22 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 5
• EAN13: 9781663242020
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Love, Erotic
A Collection of Intimate Erotic Short Stories
 
 
 
 
 
 
CELESTE DAVIDSON
 
 
 
 
 

 
LOVE, EROTIC
A COLLECTION OF INTIMATE EROTIC SHORT STORIES
 
Copyright © 2022 Celeste Davidson.
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-3204-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4202-0 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022912520
 
 
iUniverse rev. date:  08/19/2022
 
This book is dedicated to all of those whose input made this dream possible
To Eric, we never met but you helped me spin an amazing story
To Gadier, your idea for my one departure story is a tawdry success
To Wayne, I long to meet you someday to see those amazing eyes of yours
To all the ladies who helped with increasing the visual of the stories, but especially Lindsay and Sophia
To Wendy, you were always my biggest fan. I love you
To Daniel, my friend, my muse, my confidante, you own a piece of my heart
To Greg, your amazing warmth and heat are invaluable
To my Mother, I did it! I pray you are looking down on me and I made you proud
And last but certainly not least to Christophe, I fell in love with you on first sight and I will love you until my last breath and beyond
Contents
Christophe and Celeste
The Dance
Under Arrest
The Office
A Chair for Two
The Usual
The Real Mr. Goodbar
Blue Eyes
Christophe and Celeste

S he still remembers the first time she saw him. The sounds of the restaurant with its multiple conversations mixing in with the smell of pseudo-Mexican food. She gazed around the room wondering if she would get a male server, hoping that she would. Like any other person she did have her preferences. Just then he walked by, and at the moment she saw him, he looked back over his shoulder and smiled.
“My God, he is beautiful,” she breathed.
When she saw him coming back her way, she was sure she had lapsed into some sort of wonderful dream. Then when he got down on one knee in front of her and began to speak, she felt like she had won the lottery! He told her his name was Christophe and that he never done things this way but asked if she would accept his number and call him. She couldn’t believe the way she felt in that moment. It was like an electric charge went through her entire body and into her soul. She had never much believed in the whole “love at first sight” scenario, but with this guy she wasn’t so sure. No. She knew she had already fallen for him in that moment. The electricity that she felt from that first meeting still lingers to this day.
Flash forward to their first date. She remembers the blue of the lights at the small airport he wanted to show her and how he whispered in her ear, kissed her, touched her. He had told her how he wanted their love to be … She remembers the car ride home, staring at him and still not believing this was all real. Before they parted for the night, he had told her he wanted to see her again. What she remembers most is that it was the most erotic moment of her life at that point. She felt like a live wire, her body humming with electricity. It took a long time for her to calm herself enough to sleep that night. Little did she know there would be many nights like that.
Flash forward to the first time they were alone. A crappy motel, but who cares? They were alone. She never told him that her “monthly gift” decided to rear its little head the day before so she was limited to how far she could go. No matter, she made up her mind they would both leave satisfied. She marveled at the way he easily stripped off his clothes, talking to her, asking her about how she had been since the last time they saw each other. She remembers being slightly alarmed that it seemed so easy for him, but she went with it anyway. He stretched out on the bed and held out his hand to her. She remembers thinking, OK, here we go … She remembers his wonderful scent and how she loved looking at him, how she loved watching him watch her.
She remembers thinking she had to put on quite the performance since she refused to remove her jeans. She moved in and kissed him, so sweetly. She traced his chest and stomach with her fingertips, alternating little kisses and licks in between. She remembered traveling down his legs, planting kisses until she took him slowly into her mouth, praying that she would impress him with her skills in fellatio. She remembers how he breathed so rapidly, her neck straining to see his face and pleasure him all at the same time. She remembered watching him edge closer and closer to orgasm, and when he finally did, his scream of ecstasy scared and excited her so much. Amazing, nothing short of amazing.
Flash forward to first time they made love. Now there is a great memory. She remembers being so nervous. At least the hotel was better. A little barter she made with her best friend. A hotel room for some unused vertical blinds, how amusing …
She remembers they chose Chinese food, and she hoped she didn’t look like a pig eating it. Chinese was one of her favorites, so she had a tendency to attack it. She didn’t realize at the time how much she would need her strength for the next few hours. She remembers wondering how this could compare to the crappy motel scene. My, my, did she find out.
When all the small talk was done and it was obvious it was time to move things to the bed, she just hoped that this would be as amazing as the first time they were alone. They started with kissing and touching each other, talking sweetly and exploring each other as they had done before. He laid her back, looked into her eyes, and said, “I’m going to make love to you now. I want you to relax and feel good with me.”
He positioned himself above her, waited until she met his eyes, and then entered her and made love to her so sweetly but so intensely. She was aware of every move, almost if she was watching the scene unfold but deeply a part of it.
After the third time she had that “will I ever hear from him?” terror. The whole next day, the night before flashed before her like still photos. The first kiss, the first touch, the first time he entered her. The way she arched her back and welcomed every inch of him. So many memories of so many erotic, sex-filled nights. She knows now that no feelings will ever rival what they felt, still in love now although they are far apart.
Flash forward to now. A few nights ago, she had a dream. She is standing in a room, somewhere tropical, perhaps. Lots of sunlight, sheer soft white curtains at the large windows, a gentle breeze coming off the ocean. A large bed with fluffy pillows and clean white linens. She is there on vacation. She told him where she would be and he made the trip to see her. She sees the two of them standing there, her in a white satin robe, him only in white bikini swim trunks. She watches the two of them nuzzle and kiss lightly. It is so hot. She feels the heat of the climate but it pales in comparison to the heat between the two of them. She walks him slowly over to the bed and leans in again to nuzzle him and rub her face into his chest, breathing in his scent. She loves how wonderful he smells and how much better he tastes.
She sits him down on the bed and with only her eyes wills him to lie down, no words needed. It has always been that way between them. She strokes his chest and stomach and begins to kiss and suck. She watches his nipples spring to life and reaches down to feel his penis, rock hard and straining against the fabric of his swim trunks. She realizes she wants to rush things but just can’t. This time it feels more delicious than ever. She kisses his lips softly at first, then with urgency, and again reaches down to stroke his penis and feels it throb against her fingertips.
She decides to wait to remove his trunks. She wants him to be aching for her when the lovemaking starts. She wills him to move farther onto the bed and stretch out as he had done so many years ago.
Now she climbs onto the bed with him, and as she peels the trunks from his body and slowly down his legs, she kisses first his penis and then, having traveled down, restarts at his feet, kissing the tops of them, determined once again to explore every sweet, beautiful inch of him. She kisses his lower legs, his thighs, and pausing at his inner thighs, alternates running her finger tips and tongue up and down. She listens to him breathe deeply and begin to moan.
She licks his scrotum and takes her time, wondering how much more he can take as he urgently reaches for her. She moves slowly and slips his penis into her mouth, sucking