1. Beef with Broccoli


    Date: 2/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Erotica, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    between us. "It's not a big deal, I probably made you late to your other deliveries already." "So that's a 'no' on the eggrolls, then." "Jay, don't, it's nothing I'll..." I don't hear him anymore, but I do hear the building's front door opening and closing over the intercom. "...I'll just make you walk up nine flights of stairs for no goddamn good reason, I guess." Well, if he's already on his way up and I have a few minutes, I might as well put on some mascara and sweep a little eye shadow on. I can probably forego the blush, I've got enough of the real thing to spare tonight. I find a single decent craft beer in the fridge and grab it the moment Jay knocks on my door. I open it for him and immediately begin apologizing. "Shh. Don't." He's a little winded, like he's run up part of the stairs. I can't help but think how much I'd like to hear him really panting. "But Jay, you really shouldn't have, I should have checked the bag before you left." "And I still would have had to go down the stairs and back up to go get them." "No, that's crazy. I would have just not-" "Just not had eggrolls when they're your favorite? On Valentine's Day?" He presses the grease-spotted bag into my free hand. I realize how pathetic I must look to him, alone tonight with a terrible horror movie, pushing my cleavage in the delivery guy's face. "Well, hell, at least take this beer for the road," I try to hand it to him but he refuses with an out-turned palm. "Still working, Beef-with-Broccoli," he ...
    shakes his head in mock dejection, then leans in close enough that I can smell a fresh stick of spearmint gum on his breath. "But it's nice to know you're a good tipper." He bends down and brushes me with his lips, just a brief swipe from the middle of my mouth, dragging across to my right cheek. My stomach clenches and a tulip of fire opens in my panties. "Later." I blink as he trots back down the steps. I don't care if these eggrolls taste like month-old cabbage wrapped in a paper plate, they are the best eggrolls I've ever ordered. I eat and continue watching the movie. It doesn't even matter to me that it was probably a pity kiss. ***** Smart girl Jamie, who didn't think the time was right to lose her virginity to her boyfriend on their weekend camping out at the old farm, is hiding, crouched in a cupboard. Through the crack between the closed doors, she watches Cotton Matherson, psychopathic backwoods preacher, take his nail gun down off the gore-speckled wall of tools. Her stoner friend, Paul, is tied down to the dining room table, spread-eagle. They're the only teens left alive. "God gave you his precious Word," the madman yells, brandishing the nail gun in one hand and a Bible in the other. "He gave you salvation and you used it for rolling papers!" His pupils are tiny dots in the pale pools of his eyes. Paul is sobbing. "It's time someone made you learn to respect these pages!" Cotton sets the Bible down next to Paul's shoulder, opens it, and tears out a single page. He ...
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