Forbidden Temptations (A Collection of Steamy, 18+ Tales)

Nothing personal

JAMIE WILLIS

What could I say? I had my ass whooped brutally in front of my new friends s***h fans in the bar over and over by the woman who had challenged me. She emptied my savings till it was nothing left but a dry barren wasteland.

I should have felt embarrassed but the way she beat me was just so effortless and with ease. All I could do to save what little shred of dignity I had left was to admit she was better and get out of the bar while I still had joints in my leg.

She met me at the door and offered to drive me home. Her truck was huge for a woman her size but she handled it like a pro. Being around her was easy and it wasn’t until we got into the truck that I noticed her undeniable sensuality. She was incredibly sexy. Her lithe form and her strength coupled with a fire that burned in her core were incredible.

“I’m Evie by the way.” She said as she manuveured the truck easily from the parking lot.

Evie… wow, such a sexy name.

“I’m Jamie.”

She turned to me squinting as she examined me. “Nah. Lannisters are blonde.”

It took me a minute to get her joke. Lannisters were a royal family on the popular movie series Game of Thrones. Jamie Lannister was the name of one of the sons of the family. What surprised me was how she knew I was in disguise and not a real actor like I had made everyone to believe.

“Was I that obvious?” I asked with a wry smile.

She shook her head. “You sold the whole thing but the leather jacket and green tinted shades were an overkill if you ask me.”

I bit my lips.

She was right. I had gone to far with the ridiculous outfit.

My apartment building wasn’t far from the bar. I told her to stop when she reached the block. “I’ll walk the rest of the way.” I said.

“It’s fine.” She countered. “I insist.”

She packed just outside the building. I got out from the truck and thanked her for the ride. We talked a while and she told me she owned a place just outside town and she had driven over for a good game which I had given her.

“Goodnight, Evie.” I said taking a step back. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

You haven’t taken her number you dumb s**t!

Just as I was about to take a breath and ask her for her number she said, “Here I was thinking you’ll invite me in for a drink.”

Had I imagined it? The last minute look she had given me… No, it had been there even though it was gone now. There was no mistaking it. She’s flirting with me.

My initial thought was to decline her offer but I knew I would devolve into a caveman if I didn’t get off and what that translated to was f*****g. I had to f**k to feel human again.

“Where are my manners. Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Evie got out of the truck and we walked into the building together. My mind raced trying to find any flaw that would ruin the night for us. I had a pack of condom remaining in my dresser. The room was neat and I had a bottle of whiskey under a sink somewhere.

It was perfect so far but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t run into a slight glitch on the way. I kept my mind open knowing it would come.

As we got out of the elevator, I caught Jayne and Kelly from the corner of my eye. I pretended not to see them taking Evie straight to my room. It brought me a level of joy and relief knowing they had seen me. Give them something to think about for a change, I thought with an evil smile.

Evie settled down on my sofa while I went into the kitchen to hunt for the bottle. It took a while but I found it hiding at the corner. It was half empty which also meant it was half full.

When I returned to the room, Evie had taken off her jacket. She looked good in a tight vest that complemented her large breasts.

“How about we play a drinking game. Think you can handle it?” She asked, baiting me openly and like the chomp I was, I took the bait.

Halfway through the game, I realized I had lost so much and drank almost every drop left in the bottle.

“I think that’s enough for now.” she said pushing the glass and the bottle aside.

All I could do was nod in agreement and try to steady the world as it turned over and over. I was so drunk that a skunk would point and laugh at me if it saw me like this.

Evie led me inside and dropped me on the bed. I tried to remember where I had left the pack of condom. Was it on the pool table in the bar on inside my dresser? Maybe I had forgotten it in Jayne’s room when she had showed me her wall painting. What would happen if Kelly found it? No, that wasn’t it.

I stuggled to piece my thoughts back together. It was in my dresser.

I looked up and saw Evie wearing nothing but her underwear. She looked dangerously sexy even as she blurred and multiplied before my eyes.

She had a glass in her hand. Evie crept onto the bed and climbed my body. She held the glass up to my mouth and I drank it.

My hands squeezed her round ass and she moaned out my name. “Yes! Jamie.”

And then everything went dark…

I woke up with a spliting pain in my head that threatened to destroy me with every bang. Rolling and turning from side to side in agony did nothing to reduce the pain and discomfort.

It took at least ten minutes or maybe it might have been more before I started feeling like myself again. The first thing I noticed was that Evie was gone. There were residues of her cologne which showed I hadn’t imagined her.

I turned around on the bed trying to get up but the effort left me breathless. This wasn’t your usual hangover. This was something different.

After a while I was able to move a little. There was a piece of paper on my dresser and someone had used my phone as a deadweight. I pulled the paper free and read the handwritten note.

When I saw you in the bar I knew you’d be an easy mark. FYI, it’s nothing personal.

I crumpled the paper.

Goddamn!

JEAN HARRISON

My relationship with Jeff was one based on s*x with no strings attached. We were just f*****g, satisfying each other when it was necessary. It was all just physical.

This led me to my next question. Why the hell was I feeling weird over seeing him with his red-haired b***h?

Jeff had explained to me that she was one of the girls he had strictly physical dealings with which meant I wasn’t the only one. I don’t know why I thought I was the only one.

He was free to f**k as many women as he pleased without feeling shitty about it because what we had wasn’t an official relationship yet I managed to make him feel shitty about it by telling him to f**k himself and walking out of his house dressed like a slutty cop.

I couldn’t afford to lose Jeff because he was the last glimmer of hope I had in having a healthy s*x life yet somehow when I got back to my room, I sent a text to him breaking it off for good.

His reply made me feel more like the fool I was. He replied with a single K like I meant nothing. What was one less ass after all? He had so many options, especially his red-haired b***h.

Fuck him! f**k his red-haired b***h! And f**k whoever else still has the luxury of enjoying his perfectly good d**k!

I considered smashing most of the stuff in my room. Most of them were mine and it wasn’t like my roomies would miss their s**t since they barely stuck around.

Just then, my phone beeped.

Jeff!

I rushed for the phone, unlocked it with my print, and sighed in disappointment. It wasn’t Jeff. It was the weird girl from the roof, Corey. We had made out there and it was amazing, especially with the trip and all but that was a one-time thing and she should have known that.

Are you free tonight?

I stare at her text for a moment trying to think of a reasonably satisfying reply. I was free of course but I wasn’t going to tell her that little piece of information until I was sure of the reason she was asking in the first place.

Depends. I pushed the send button.

A bubble popped up at the corner to show she was typing. I was about to toss my phone aside and transform into a female version of Wreck-It Ralph when my phone chimed.

There’s a s*x party. Are you in?

I stared at her message for a while. It was as if the gods had sent a hail mary as a last-minute fix for my current predicament. A s*x party. Getting naked and nasty with strangers that wanted just the same thing I did. To f**k, f**k, and f**k…

With unsteady hands, I told her that I was in and she should send the deets.

“Yes!” I screamed gloriously.

Oh yes, yes. Finally some action.

I had to look my best for the party. The dress code of every s*x party was the good old-fashioned birthday suit and there was no better way to get it sparkly than with a spa treatment.

The last-minute appointment worked only because the receptionist knew who I was. She fixed me in for the last slot.

“Miss Harrison, will you be taking the full treatment as usual?”

“You know it, Blair,” I said before ending the call.

The spa building felt like a temple to me. It was one of the few places I could find peace and comfort just by stepping foot through the front door. There was just something deeply relaxing about being within its walls.

I had a professional manicure and pedicure job done and a deep exfoliation. My skin was getting too gloomy recently and I noticed the glow after the scrub was taken off.

I left the most important part for last- waxing.

I hadn’t waxed in a month and even though I had tried not to think about it, I felt like a wild beast. It was only after the ridiculous hairs had been completely removed that I felt like myself again.

In the individual changing room especially for exclusive customers, I stood naked in front of the gigantic mirror that took an entire wall. My creamy body glowed and there wasn’t a wrinkle to be seen. I nodded in satisfaction. I knew I was ready.

Sex party… Here we go!

I rode an Uber to the location wearing a velour garment. There was nothing underneath and I wasn’t sure if the driver was aware or not but he kept giving me funny looks through the mirror.

He stopped in front of a gated mansion. The tall shrubbery and gate were an effective shield stopping anyone outside from seeing whatever was happening within its walls. It was quite impressive.

I walked up to the gate, put on the bunny mask I had taken along with me, and pushed the green button on the intercom.

“State your name and your business.” A choppy voice said from the device.

“Bunny,” I said as an afterthought. It would be a mistake to use my real name. “I’m here for the party.”

“Ash, that’s like the 28th bunny so far. Sick!” The voice sounded human finally. “Shhhh… Get in character, you idiot.” Another voice chided.

“Sorry, my bad.” The voice responded. “Ahem, can I see your ID?” It was robotic once again.

I stood there for a while trying to understand what he meant by ID. They didn’t expect people to show up to a s*x party carrying their actual ID, did they?”

“I’m waiting Bunny 29.”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not with my f*****g ID. It’s a s*x party for f**k sake. I’ve been standing here freezing my goddamn ass off for ten minutes just so I can get in so if you aren’t letting me in then tell me so I can f**k off.” I took a breath. “What do you need an ID for anyway?”

“You nincompoop!” The second voice bawled. “I told you they wouldn’t get the ID bit.”

There was some argument and a little static but finally, the robotic voice said, “I mean show us what you’re packing.”

Stupid fuckin’ imbeciles! You should have just said so…

I pushed the garment aside revealing my t**s. There was a long whistle from the intercom.

“Holy s**t!” The robotic voice bellowed. “Why come on in.”

With that, the gate opened.