Category: Erotica Short Stories

Begging Becky – Amber

© 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved. Becky Haute finally achieved what she couldn’t do on her own, an orgasm, with the help of Massive.  Her experience left her wanting more. She wanted to see Massive, touch him, feel his warmth, his hardness. She wanted to see his face when he ejaculated.  More than…

BEGGING BECKY

  © Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved. Doing this was Becky Haute’s only option for the time being.  In a few months, she would be graduating from high school. But she couldn’t wait, her body couldn’t  wait, she needed to learn how to satisfy herself. Take care of those urges that tingled…

CONTEST – ANNOUNCEMENT

CONTEST – First Cum First Served   © Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved.   “I propose a contest,” Wendy yelled over the music, “the first one to cum tonight wins a week of dinners on us.” “Where?” I asked I can’t believe I’m even entertaining the thought. “Restaurant of winners choice all…

Contest Con’t.

      © Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved. DANCING: BETH “Where have you been?” I know the answer, Jane was probably fucking someone. I love her, but we all know she has a severe problem with sex.  We don’t get it, but we also don’t judge. So we watch after her.…

CONTEST

© Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved.   PARKING LOT – BETH © Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved. Told by Beth Smith “That ass!” I growled, gripping the steering wheel in frustration, “I’ve been waiting for that spot. Blinker on.  Waiting.” Ow, I needed to stop punching things. The steering…

Temporary Quickies

© Copyright 2017 by Akayla Furrows. All Rights Reserved.     Emma’s heart pounded as she watched her husband walk through the hotel doors. He was an incredibly handsome man. Women already looking his way.  Pulling off his sunglasses, shocking blue eyes search the lobby. She saw a young lady take a double look in…

One Sexy Man: Book 2 SNEAK PEEK

“What is so unbelievable?” Professor Petrick asked standing feet from the other assistants and me. Awkwardness flowed through me, sending me back to grade school when classroom presentations made me feel like I was going to be sick. I wished he would take off those dark aviator glasses, because goosebumps were prickling up on my skin from the unforeseen stare directed, I know, at me. This was it, he was probably going to send me packing.