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    Hot Sex Stories Made Easy: 3 Books In 1 Boxed Set - 2015 Erotica Romance Taboo Edition
    Hot Sex Stories Made Easy: 3 Books In 1 Boxed Set - 2015 Erotica Romance Taboo Edition
    Hot Sex Stories Made Easy: 3 Books In 1 Boxed Set - 2015 Erotica Romance Taboo Edition
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    Hot Sex Stories Made Easy: 3 Books In 1 Boxed Set - 2015 Erotica Romance Taboo Edition

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    Whether billed as romance or erotica, the main audience for sex novels is women. Why do they read them? Because often these books, from their cover art to their characters to their plots, are meant to appeal to a female demographic. They're easy to read escapism that speaks to what its audience wants, particularly those who want to experience a little bit of vicarious sex through the leads. Particularly if it's the kind of sex the reader may not have.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSpeedy Publishing LLC
    Release dateJul 23, 2014
    ISBN9781633833104
    Hot Sex Stories Made Easy: 3 Books In 1 Boxed Set - 2015 Erotica Romance Taboo Edition
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    At Speedy Publishing, we envision our company and publishing arm as being a premier publisher of quick-reference materials, useful reference books, fiction books in all sub-genres and creative non-fiction to both entertain and assist readers worldwide in reading a fun and exciting books and also accomplishing their educational and professional goals. We continually update our products, ensuring accuracy of information, making sure they are fun and entertaining. Our products are always available in whatever format our readers need.

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      Hot Sex Stories Made Easy - Speedy Publishing

      Table of Contents

      Holiday Romance Collection

      Hues of Lust

      Story I

      Story II

      Story III

      A Love Poem In 24 Verses: Love Is Like You

      Love Is Like A

      Love Is Like B

      Love Is Like C

      Love Is Like D

      Love Is Like E

      Love Is Like F

      Love Is Like G

      Love Is Like H

      Love Is Like I

      Love Is Like J

      Love Is Like K

      Love Is Like L

      Love Is Like M

      Love Is Like N

      Love Is Like O

      Love Is Like P

      Love Is Like Q

      Love Is Like R

      Love Is Like S

      Love Is Like T

      Love Is Like U

      Love Is Like V

      Love Is Like W

      Love Is Like X

      Love Is Like Y

      Love Is Like Z

      Searching For Love

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Carried Forward

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      Chapter 36

      Holiday Romance Collection

      By: K W Middleton

      Hues Of Lust

      Story I

      "Would you please tell him that Sarah Powell called again? I’ll be in my office until 6 pm.

      Thank you. Sarah sighed as she disconnected the call.

      Why did things have to go wrong today of all days? It was Valentine’s Day, and she was supposed to be meeting Kenneth for dinner tonight. She wasn’t able to get this last phone call completed because the man was supposedly in a meeting and had been all day. Well, it didn’t matter. She was getting out of there at 6 pm sharp and she didn’t care what Dave said.

      Dave was her business partner and he lived to work. Even though Sarah had expressly told him that she wouldn’t be available after 6 pm tonight, she was sure he would conveniently forget. She had even written it in huge red letters on the wall calendar in both of their offices. So he had no reason to try to keep her, but it never failed to happen when she had special plans. Tonight was going to be different, though. Kenneth had hinted that it would be a very special night.

      Sarah busied herself with tying up some loose ends for the day as she waiting for the return of her phone call. It didn’t happen and by 5:55 pm she was signing out of her computer and tidying her desk up. She had started to believe that she might actually get out of here without Dave trying to delay her just as she heard him enter the reception area of the office. With a sinking stomach, she waited for him to come into her office.

      Hey Sarah! You’re taking off already? He asked.

      Yes, Dave. I’ve got special plans for tonight and I told you about this a month ago. If you’ll check on your calendar, you’ll see it written in huge red letters. So yeah, I’m going."

      Well, did you get in touch with Bradley?

      I’ve left at least 6 messages with him today to call me back, and he’s supposedly been in a meeting all day. So no, I haven’t spoken to him.

      Oh hey, then you can’t leave until he calls you back! Dave protested.

      Yes, Dave, I can leave and I will. Nothing is going to keep me from having a great Valentine’s Day with Kenneth tonight, short of someone’s death. So if Bradley does feel led to call back, you can talk to him. I’ll see you tomorrow.

      Sarah strolled briskly past Dave and through the reception area on her way to the door with him sputtering and stammering the entire time. She never even broke her stride as she went through the door and out into the parking area where her car was parked. As she drove away towards home, she could see that he had actually followed her to the parking lot. What an ass, she thought.

      Exactly one hour later, Sarah was freshly showered, spoiled herself with some irresistible looking candy that tasted like heaven and dressed and ready to go.

      That candy still looked as appealing to her in that red shiny holiday wrap as the day when she had bought it. She bought it a few days ago from that favorite gourmet shop of hers right around the corner from where she lives. The candy immediately caught her eyes and appealed to her the moment she set her eyes on that box of Valentine treats wrapped in red shiny paper with two beautiful bows around it. She did it again. She wrapped the box open and helped herself with the most delicious tasting candy that she has ever tasted.

      In her mind her intentions with gourmet food where always good because she always had bought these scrumptious holiday gifts with her friends and her lover Kenneth in mind, but she always had ended up desiring the candy more than desiring the moment of giving the delicacy to her loved ones.

      She did not want them to notice her weakness for candy and chocolate.

      She always had found a creative way to get her out of this troubled situations involving food gifts because she had managed to open the gourmet gift and had eaten it herself because she had also bought a second back-up gift like she did it this time with Kenneth's Valentine gift again.

      She had bought an elegant red pen for Kenneth. The kind that he always had told her he liked. He had told her he had to get it one day just to write her the most beautiful love poem one day.

      She adored Kenneth for his romantic taste and justified her lack of personality with her own kind of generosity that always has helped her covering up

      her real weaknesses.

      Damn it that box of Valentine candy was meant to be Kenneth's Valentine gift. I just can't help it. That damn candy is just stronger than my personality!

      , she said out loud in an angry tone.

      Angry about her own lack of discipline and angry that she again had almost spoiled her Valentine's dinner with Kenneth, she had thrown the box in a drawer because she had known that this is the only kind of punishment for her. She had been looking forward to that Valentine's gourmet dinner for the whole week and ruining it like this had been out of the question.

      She totally ignored her lack of resistance to sweets and forced herself to focus on her voluptious body that Kenneth had written love letters with chocolate paint on. She forced herself to think about what was going to happen later tonight after dinner. She hoped for her favorite chocolate body paint dessert in privacy with Kenneth. She had always enjoyed these most romantic moments when Kenneth had painted her body with warm and enjoyable chocolate body paint. He had written the most poetic love rhymes onto the most intimate places of her voluptious and sexy body. These rhymes of passion and love had always made her giggle and she had loved this romantic side of Kenneth.

      Her pleasant thoughts about the warm body chocolate paint helped her forget the chocolate and candy reality that she was struggling with before getting dressed.

      For tonight, she had chosen a deep red dress that accentuated her full and curvy body and cleavage. She had picked a pair of gorgeous matching red heels that showed off her round legs that Kenneth adores so much. Her light blonde curls hung in perfect symmetry to frame her face and hang down her back. Checking once more in the mirror, she was satisfied that her makeup was perfectly applied and without any traces of chocolate.

      She added a bright red lipstick to go with the dress. Now she looked perfect and she felt good about herself because she was proud how she had

      handled her weakness and had turned the situation to her advantage.

      No sooner had she done this when her doorbell rang. Sarah opened the door to find Kenneth standing on the other side. He looked so divinely handsome in his suit and red tie. Smiling, she went into his arms for a hug and a kiss. Admonishing him to be careful of her lipstick, she kissed him once more. Grabbing her evening bag and velvet cape, she locked the door and they were off to the restaurant.

      The place Kenneth had chosen was somewhere she had dreamed of eating for a long time, but it always seemed to be booked up on the nights that they would be able to go. She just had to admit that food really is worth all the extra pounds and Kenneth likes her body full and beautiful like it is.

      She had no idea how Kenneth had managed this on Valentine’s Day, but she was thrilled and was looking forward to get spoiled with some tasty gourmet food by her man. The place is very popular for its pink trout caviar entrée and the shrimp lobster duo with pink champagne truffle mousse and the pink champagne souffle for dessert. What a treat! she squeaked out in pure delight and anticipation.

      Once they arrived, Kenneth gave the maître d' his name and they were escorted to a private dining room. The table was set with red roses, red and white candles and a bottle of pink champagne sitting by the table.

      The look on Sarah’s face was priceless as they were seated. A waiter came to pour the champagne and bring them their appetizers. It seemed that Kenneth had also taken care of ordering their meal. Sarah smiled as the waiter sat her pink caviar entréé in front of her. She could already tell that it was prepared to perfection.

      Their dinner went perfectly. At one point, while they were eating, a violinist entered the room and softly played all of their favorite romantic songs. Throughout the serenaded dinner, Sarah and Kenneth kept gazing lovingly at each other. When it was time for dessert, a special pink cheesecake in one pot and the famous pink champagne soufflé in another soufflé dish to splurge some more arrived topped with ripe, red strawberries and fluffy

      cream. Sarah practically squealed with delight of such a perfect dinner;

      Everything was perfect and Sarah was still trying to figure out how Kenneth had managed to do all of this. He did alright professionally but, as a bicycle salesman, he didn’t make millions of dollars. While all of this didn’t cost a million dollars, it definitely had not been inexpensive. Now he was smiling at her across the table and looking at her with those beautiful green eyes of his. He pushed a small gift wrapped box across the table to her.

      She intended to give him her gift with the beautiful red pen back at home because she wanted to see how he unwrapped it in the tranquility of her apartment. She wanted to get a good look on his face for his reaction because he had wanted to buy it so desperately each time when they had passed that shop where it had been exposed exquisitely in the window.

      Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart, he said softly and keep your figure beautiful and full like I adore my angel. Open it.

      Oh Ken, you’ve done so much already! You didn’t have to get me a present on top of everything else! Sarah exclaimed.

      Just open it, Kenneth replied, smiling.

      With another loving smile in his direction, Sarah picked up the gift and start to carefully remove the shiny red paper. A small box was revealed once the paper was gone. She opened the box fully expecting to see a pair of earrings or something, but what she found was a shiny key. Lifting the key out of the box, she looked at it and then Kenneth quizzically.

      If you’ve finished eating, I’ll take you to see what the key fits, Kenneth said mysteriously.

      When they exited the restaurant, Kenneth’s car was waiting, having been brought around by the valet. He tipped the man and helped Sarah into the car. As they rode along, Sarah reached over and squeezed Kenneth’s hand. Smiling over at her, he squeezed hers back and they continued to hold hands until Kenneth turned into a long, tree lined driveway.

      Where are we, Sarah asked.

      You’ll see soon enough, Kenneth said. In fact, close your eyes until I tell you to open them.

      Oh more surprises, Sarah laughed, but she did as she was told.

      Finally, she felt the car come to a stop and heard Kenneth putting it into park. He turned off the engine and exited the car. Next, she heard her car door open and felt Kenneth take her hand to help her out.

      OK, Sarah, you can look now.

      When she opened her eyes, her knees almost went weak. She stood before a house. Not just any house, though. This was a house that she had been so excited about when she and Kenneth had decided to spend a Sunday afternoon going to open houses. An old fashioned two story farmhouse had been conducting an open house and she had fallen in love with it immediately. There was a huge wraparound front porch and columns. The land was meticulously landscaped and there was a lot of it.

      Oh Kenneth, what have you done? she whispered.

      Go ahead, Kenneth said. Use your key.

      Looking at him again, Sarah slowly walked up the steps to the front door. With shaking hands, she put the key into the lock and turned it. The door swung open instantly and she was standing in a foyer that was just as beautiful as she remembered. Walking up behind her, Kenneth wrapped his arms around her waist.

      Do you like it, he asked.

      Kenneth, I can’t even speak! How did you do this?

      Well, I’m afraid that I’ve been keeping a little secret from you. Do you remember when Mr. Weston retired last year?

      You mean Mr. Weston from the bike shop? Yeah, I remember that.

      When he left, he had a little surprise me. He had decided to take his retirement and leave me the shop. I’ve owned the shop since then. But I wanted to do something special for you and I’ve been saving all the money that I can. I wasn’t sure what I was going to get for you, but when we looked at this house and I saw your face, I knew.

      Sarah turned in his arms and faced him in wonder.

      You bought this house for me? she managed to ask.

      Yes, for you, answered Kenneth. Come with me. I want to show you something.

      He took her hand and led her up the curving staircase. They turned down a long hallway that took them past several doors. She knew that the double doors at the end of the hall opened into the master bedroom suite. Kenneth opened these doors to reveal a fully decorated and furnished suite. There was a large old fashioned canopied bed as well a sitting area in front of a fireplace. Kenneth scurried around making a fire and lighting candles.

      Oh Kenneth, this is amazing!

      Come and sit, he said as he motioned her to come to the loveseat in front of the now cozily blazing fire.

      Sarah was having a hard time processing all of this but she walked almost robotically over to the loveseat and sat down. As she as she did so, Kenneth dropped to his knee and took her hand.

      Sarah, I have loved you since the first moment you walked into the bike shop. Maybe I didn’t totally realize it then, but that’s when it happened. It was like a lightning bolt had struck me. That love only grows more every day. I’m hoping that you love me as much as you say that you do. Sarah, please make me the happiest man in the world and agree to be my lovely wife that I desire to spoil for the rest of my life.

      If Sarah had thought she couldn’t be surprised any more tonight, she was wrong. Her eyes filled with tears and she threw her arms around Kenneth’s neck.

      Oh yes, Kenneth! Yes! I’ll marry you! I love you so much you wonderful amazing man!

      With that, he pulled out another little box that held a decent sized diamond engagement ring. He placed it on her finger and started to kiss her. The kiss became intensely passionate and he picked her up to carry her to the bed. Laying her down, he joined her as they continued to kiss.

      A couple of hours later, Sarah and Kenneth lay together under the covers, his arm around her and her head on his bare chest. Lifting her hand up into the candlelight, Sarah gazed in wonderment at her ring. It was the most beautiful ring in the world to her.

      She totally forgot about her own gift that she had left sitting on her dinner table to surprise him. The thought of the pen faded in her mind's eye in comparison to the reality that was facing her.

      She knew in her heart and at that very moment of truth that her addiction to chocolate and candy had to be a souvenir of her very private and secretive past and that she had to develop her character to please Kenneth as his future wife. She knew in her heart and in her soul that the love for Kenneth would give her enough power and strength to deal with her weakness for chocolate. To her own suprise she did not even think about the chocolate body paint anymore, and she did not even feel any desire for it in the arms of Kenneth. For the very first time in her adult life she felt free and unchained from her obsession.

      She was not even disappointed that her Valentine's dau did not end like she had anticipated it earlier in her mind.

      So do you like it?, Kenneth interrupted the privacy of her toughts.

      What do you think Kenneth? This is incredible and you make me so happy. I have never felt happier in my life than this!

      I surprised you then?

      Surprised me? I’m surprised that I haven’t fainted from shock!

      It’s good that you’ve got such a strong constitution because the next surprise I have for you may totally unhinge you.

      What are you talking about, Kenneth?

      Let’s just say that you need to tell Dave that you won’t be available this weekend. You’ll be too busy getting married to go to work.

      This time Sarah was totally speechless because her mouth was fastened firmly to Kenneth’s...

      Story II

      It was a cold day in January, when Barbara Ward, a medium sized curvy figured natural beauty lay on her leather sofa near the fireplace, remote in hand and laptop beside her, enjoying her home made brand new collection of St. Valentine's cupcakes while watching television commercials.

      Dang these are delicious! She announced to herself while splurging even more of her own brand's cupcakes that she enjoyed testing herself before releasing them to the public and into her cake catering business that she was running with her best friend Callie.

      Their catering enterprise has been quite a challenge, but for today she rather preferred splurging away and not thinking about the troubled past.

      St Valentine's Day commercials already! She exclaimed, yet she should not have been surprised. Companies always advertise in advance, knowing full well that women such as Barbara embrace the romanticism of St Valentine.

      This particular advertisement was selling shoes, designed by Malaysian-born fashion icon Jimmy Choo. Barbara reached over her keyboard and delicately typed a status update, ensuring her nails remained in pristine condition.

      Her status update read: Jimmy Choo shoes and a handsome Valentine, sigh...what I would do to have my cake and eat it too!

      A moment later she glanced back down at her laptop screen and noticed that someone had 'liked' her status. A gentleman by the name of Edward Bell, a name which sounded vaguely familiar but she could not put her finger on who he was. Barbara had over 500 friends on Facebook, many of whom were friends back in high school.

      Being an inquisitive person, Barbara decided to check out Edward's Facebook page. She smiled as she realised that he must have been an old high school buddy, as his About Me stated that he went to the same College in North Hempstead, New York. He was also the same age.

      Clicking on Edward's photos, she was pleased with what she saw. A handsome man, well groomed with a goatee, blowout burgundy hair and champagne eyes that seemed to sparkle. He also appeared to have a strong affection towards dogs, seven of them in fact, all Wire Fox terriers.

      How cute! she said out loud, her reference to the dogs but in the back of her mind, she was also thinking about the man standing proudly beside his beloved animals.

      Barbara also loved dogs, owning two of them, both Beagles. She would walk them together but often wished she had a companion there to assist her, especially when her female Beagle Daisy would make a mess on a neighbour's lawn and she didn't have the spare hands, nor the resources, to clean up the mess.

      It was a strange thought, wanting someone who could be there to walk the dogs, but it was more than that, much more. She wanted someone to take her out to dinner, to the cinema, someone to talk to when she cooked meals in her kitchen. She also yearned for someone to compliment her on her fashionable dress sense that wasn't her boss!

      Later that cold afternoon in January, Barbara left for work, dressed to kill. She wore a lacy ruche body constructed mini tank dress with adjustable spaghetti straps and a stretchy zigzag lattice on the back. She wasn't dressed for the weather, but rather to be sexy. She wanted to be noticed and knew that no man in the office could avoid her when she was dressed so provocatively.

      The boss certainly didn't. He looked across at her from his office, noticing her leafy green eyes full of confidence and her walk more like a big and beautiful model strutting her stuff on a catwalk. He had entertained the idea of inviting her out on a date, but he knew that business and pleasure should not mix. He kept his affections for her hidden, locked away in his mind.

      Just as Barbara sat down at her desk, a beautifully wrapped pink parcel was delivered to her from reception. How strange, she thought to herself. It wasn't her birthday and by the look of the wrapping, this contained something expensive. She unwrapped the parcel, to find a box with the writing Jimmy Choo on it. A grin crept onto her face as she realised somebody had bought her an $800 pair of lavender Jimmy Choo high heels!

      A note accompanied the box. She read it carefully: Put these on and meet me for lunch at Antonino's Restaurant on Northern Boulevard at 1pm sharp. A rush of blood swept through Barbara's body as she realised that whoever had sent her this gift was doing so in response to her Facebook status. She glanced around the room to ensure nobody was monitoring her computer and logged onto Facebook to see how many people had clicked 'like' on her status.

      There were four likes, the first from Edward Bell, her old school friend who she barely remembered, two from her girlfriends Tina and Rosie and a fourth from a work colleague named Joe, a man old enough to be her father. Surely not, she thought to herself, glancing over to see Joe waving at her as her eyes met with his across the open office.

      Barbara kicked off her heels, replacing them with her new Jimmy Choo shoes. They fit perfectly and she wondered how this secret admirer knew her feet size. She could barely concentrate on work that morning as her mind continued to race. She constantly glanced at the clock positioned on the adjacent wall from her office space. Barbara felt like a school girl again, all excited about the mysterious date she was having that afternoon. As the hours passed by, she became increasingly nervous, yet thrilled at the same time.

      She knew it would take approximately 15 minutes to arrive at the restaurant. At a quarter to one, she called out to her work colleagues to let them know she was leaving the office for lunch. Joe waved again, but did not attempt to move from his chair. That counted him out of the equation. Barbara took the elevator to the ground floor, smiled as she walked past security and headed for the exit. This was going to be fun!

      Barbara arrived on Northern Boulevard and found a nearby parking spot to the restaurant. Her heart began to race as she locked the car and walked towards Antonino's. As she peered into the window she noticed a man wearing a Versace Leather Biker jacket and tight jeans. His hair was blowout burgundy and he had a neat goatee. It was Edward, a man who somehow made a cross between a SNAG and a bad boy look extremely appealing!

      He smiled as she slowly walked towards his table. Barbara attempted to smile back but her nerves were almost out of control. She took a seat across from him and thanked him for the shoes. Edward leant across the table and whispered softly, You are welcome. At this point, Barbara's legs were like jelly, wobbling underneath the table. She was totally falling for him, before they even had an opportunity to talk.

      Talking just made him more appetizing. He spoke articulately and told her about his career and future ambitions. Edward worked as a photographer for magazines such as Vogue and Sports Illustrated. He also owned a boutique fashion shop near Broadway in New York City. As they dined, Barbara found herself fantasizing about posing with her voluptious and naked round body for Edward on a secluded beach. Just the thought of it sent chills down her spine.

      The date had been almost perfect, however an incident occurring an hour after she had met Edward left her confused and very scared. Two men, dressed in dark suits and of European descent, stormed into the restaurant and approached Edward, yelling at him in French. Barbara had studied it back in school, but had forgotten many of the words. She hoped that what she could remember would allow her insight into the conversation.

      There were words and phrases she understood quite well, and what she heard, from both the aggressors and her date, intimidated her. One of the men who approached Edward mentioned something to the effect of Edward photographing a 16 year-old model nude. The more he spoke, the louder he raised his voice, threatening Edward, who initially seemed unfazed by the accusation. Barbara glanced across the table, making eye contact with Edward, before he turned his attention back to the aggressors.

      Edward, who had appeared quite calm, suddenly pulled a Swiss Army knife out from his pocket and flicked open the blade. He lunged towards the man who accused him of photographing an underage model naked and narrowly missed his neck. A woman on the next table screamed and a waiter ran towards the front desk to dial 911. The aggressors fled the scene.

      Barbara was in a state of panic. She stood up and just as she went to exit alone, Edward grabbed her by the hand and whisked her out of the restaurant. Handing her a helmet, he lifted her on to the back of his motorcycle and rode off quickly. Barbara had never been on a motorbike and held onto Edward tight, feeling both scared, yet also exhilarated by the experience.

      What the hell happened back there? she yelled, as he continued to speed down the road.

      French Mafia, known as the Unione Corse. It turns out I photographed the bosses daughter naked.

      Barbara was really freaking out now, with multiple thoughts racing through her mind. Was she about to be hunted down and shot? Was Edward illegally photographing teenage girls? Who was more dangerous, the French Mafia or the man in front of her on the motorbike?

      I know what you're thinking, Edward replied. Her agent told me she was 20. He produced fake ID of her as well.

      As soon as danger passed, Edward pulled over to the side of the road. He let Barbara off the bike, so she could call a taxi and return to work. It was far too dangerous for him to escort her back there. Acting as the perfect gentleman, he waited until a taxi arrived, kissed her on the side of her face and told her he hoped to see her again.

      If Barbara had thought it was difficult to concentrate at work that morning, the afternoon shift created quite the challenge but she was not averse to the thought of seeing him again because not only did he intrigue her sexually, she also wanted to find out his true identity and his real secret and most importantly why he knew so much details about her...

      Story III

      This was the busiest time of year for Callie. One which she was dreading. That was probably a little strong. Still it wasn’t something she looked forward to.

      She ran a cake catering business together with her friend Barbara out of her home. Her friends said the two girlfriends have to expand if it kept going so well for them. She felt reluctant about that as it meant more work and responsibility for the two of them and she knew Barbara her best friend.

      Barbara her best friend preferred to splurge eating cake and watching TV during the holidays rather than convincing Callie to expand the business.

      Why did she pursue this business with her friend Barbara then? She knew she had the talent and Barbara had the taste for rich flavored cake, the wit and the looks on her side. It was Barbara who pushed Callie's passion from just being a hobby to making it a career and starting up a business together. Callie seemed to have more pleasure in it when it was more of a past time and without the pressure that is keeping her busy all the time now while her friend was enjoying the real life.

      Back to why it was a busy time of year for her. It was coming up on Valentine’s Day. Not her favorite day of the year. Some would say it was because she wasn’t in a relationship. That’s why it held no joy for her. That came across like she was bitter and jealous. Even when she was involved with a man or woman it still wasn’t something she particularly cared for. That led people to think that her partners hadn’t been romantic. Overall, they were. Especially on that day. She would receive cards, candy, flowers, stuffed toys and such. She felt that people should be loving and giving throughout the year, not, just on a certain day. She did have a generous and amorous nature.

      She was also curious and a seeker of knowledge. As opposed to Barbara, she was more the nerdy type with a bit too much weight on. Who could

      blame her with all the cake business going on around her all day long. There really isn’t any dependable information on St. Valentine other than he died on Feb 14th north of Rome on the Via Flaminia. It’s not even certain if he could be identified with one or two saints of the same name. It was all very vague and ambiguous as to why there should be a day for him. It wasn’t even a legal holiday. People didn’t take school or work of for it. To her it was a non-event. Her other girl friend Olivia said, As women we’re expected to be starry eyed romantics. Which is unfair. Not everyone gets mushy over Valentine’s Day. Of course, not everyone has the disdain for it as you do either. It would be okay if people didn’t make such a big deal over people who would rather take a pass on it. We’re not all devoid of poetry in our soul. Just because we’re not thrilled by that day. Callie returned.

      Why was she even wasting her thoughts on this? She was to meet with a new client, Grant Kendall. She had had initial contact with him to discuss her catering his parent’s 40th anniversary party. That was something to truly celebrate. From just that brief interaction she found him to be intelligent, witty and goodhearted. He also had short, dark, wavy hair with brown eyes that had flecks of gold. Those were a complement to her shoulder length, straight, honey blonde hair with aquamarine eyes. Why was she daydreaming about that? She shook herself from her reverie. He was a client. She didn’t mix business with pleasure. The latter could seriously affect the former.

      Callie took another slice from her prefered St. Valentine's cake and enjoyed her treat before gathering up her laptop, folders and case. She went out to her car and before she drove off, checked her report, to make sure she had the correct information. When she ascertained that she did, she put her seat belt on and started the engine. After she was done with the meeting with Mr. Kendall, she had Valentine’s decorations to pick up. Hearts and cupids and the like. She should have done this sooner, but, she was dragging her feet. Her friends considered her the Valentine’s version of Scrooge or the Grinch.

      She turned the radio on and went through the stations she had preset. She wasn’t sure what she was in the mood to listen to. She’d know when she came across it. Maybe she’d put in one of her CD’s. She had pushed the button for the standards/big band station, when, she heard the beginning melody of, La Vie en Rose. She stopped searching. Her heart swelled up. She wasn’t sure why, but, this was one of those songs which always got to her.

      For all of her friends, who didn’t think she had any poetry in her soul, well, here was an example of how romantic she could be. She just didn’t care for a phony holiday that was designed to make people feel bad if they weren’t coupled up. Though, to her, it wasn’t much better when you did have someone special. These things should happen naturally and sincerely. She was about to see a client. She didn’t have time for such ideas. Her friends would probably say she was in need of a relationship. She was too occupied with other matters to involve herself in one. She was attempting to get her business established. Something else they had encouraged her to do. Then they would say, having a dalliance, here and there, couldn’t hurt. She never could be that casual, however.

      She let the song finish and then she turned the radio off. No music for right now. She needed to have a clear head. She pulled out of her driveway and made her way to Grant’s home. It was a 12 minute drive, as long as, the traffic was good. She contemplated what she would offer him. He had definite concept in mind. More than some of her clients. She would still mention other options. It was important to her that all of her clients be aware of their various choices. Before she knew it, she was pulling into his street and in front of his house. She did a quick check to make sure she was presentable. Why didn’t she wear something besides this simple peach top and cream colored pants? She had to remind herself, he was a client, not, a love interest.

      When she reached the front door, she rang the bell. As she waited, she noted what a well kept yard he had. She also appreciated that he had an enclosed porch. It reminded her of her grandparent’s home. She was about to knock when she heard him ask, Who is it? Hi, Grant, it’s Callie. Here for our appointment. She answered. Of course. I was in the back garden and had last track of time. He responded, opening the door. He invited her in. Let me show you to the living room. You’re welcome to make yourself comfortable, while I clean myself up a little. He directed her to an overstuffed armchair. Thank you. What a lovely room. Very inviting. She told him, taking in the rich and vibrant colors of the furniture and artwork.  I tried to make it welcoming. I’ll be right back. She glanced around and saw that the room was tidy, but, not fussy. Though in both a faded grey sweatshirt and blue jeans, with his hair a bit mussed, her breath had caught a little. She really must get a hold of herself.

      Callie reviewed the file on Grant. She wanted to be engrossed in what she was doing when he returned. When he came back, he asked her if she would like to have anything to eat or drink. She said that ice water would be fine. He went to get it. She hoped she hadn’t stared, but, he was even better looking now. He had put on a pair of black jeans with a maroon and bronze pullover, which brought out the gold in his eyes. She stood to stretch and spied a tall bookcase that was filled to capacity and beyond. She began to peruse the selection. He had mysteries, thrillers, fantasy, paranormal. All the genres she favored. That would give them something other than his order to discuss.

      Find anything interesting? He queried, as he entered the room. I was intrigued to find that we have a similar taste in reading material. She responded, turning toward him. I’m guessing, that we’ll discover we have many things in common. He remarked. How could he know that? She wondered, unless, he was also intuitive and perceptive. She had already learned, from their previous meeting, that he was smart with a good sense of humor. They went over to the coffee table and she sat back down in the chair. He placed the water, on a coaster, in front of her. He sat on the end of the couch closest to her.

      Before we begin, I was curious to know if you have any plans for Valentines’ Day. He inquired, with an engaging smile. I’m not certain why you should care, but, at this time, I don’t. She replied, a little put off. Then, I suppose, that means you’re not with anyone. Would you like to spend time with me? He asked, with hope. You’re a client. That would be highly irregular. She retorted, miffed. I’m only one for my parent’s anniversary part. I felt something the first time we met and I wanted to be able to pursue it. He expressed, sincerely. Callie thought she was being tricked. Rid yourself of the notion. I’m not interested. In dating anyone. She said the last to soften the blow. Oh, I’m sorry. He sounded dejected. If it was possible, he was even more captivating, when he was pouting. She didn’t have to be so harsh. It might be fun, but for proprieties sake, it would need to be after the gathering.

      I’ll consider it, but, it would have to be after you’re no longer a client. She told him and then attempted to direct him to the task at hand. All right, you’re fired. Now will you go out with me? He exclaimed. Why are you being so insistent? There will be plenty of time after. Why rush it now? Callie said, firmly. When I feel something quickly and strongly, as I have with you, I don’t waste any time. Plus, I’ve already made arrangements for Valentines. He admitted, sheepishly. She rose up quickly and began to gather up her things. Rather presumptuous. I don’t know if I’ll be able to work with you. I do know I need to leave.

      He put his hand on her arm and asked her to wait. She stopped her hurried movements. He left the room and came back immediately. He held out his hand and in it was a small purple plush bear. It melted her. How did you know that I like both purple and bears? Callie returned. Just another feeling. Grant remarked. She had an internal struggle. Yes or no? Okay. I’m fascinated to find out what your intentions for Valentines are. Though, I do think, having a first rendezvous then could set things up for failure. She articulated, with concern. Will this make it a little easier to take? He questioned, bending down to give her a kiss. Which was both soft and sensual at the same time. You do make it difficult to resist. She told him, as she slowly withdrew. Her friends might be correct about making a connection. Spending Valentines with Grant could be the prescription for what ailed her.

      At the sight of how gentleman-like Grant treated her, Callie's feeling about herself suddently changed into the positive. Grant had made her feel good about herself for the very first time on such a day.

      Callie decided to accept Grant's proposition and encouraged herself to exchange reason for desire. She never spent one memorable Valentine holiday in her life and here she was standing with Grant who really turned out to treat her like a true gentleman.

      She suddently was feeling deperate to prove herself wrong about her negative emotions for Valentine's day.

      She finally allowed this conversation to continue.

      She thought to herself: This conversation might even turn into a sizzling flirt or maybe even into something bigger than that. I really like Grant's attitude, his charm and the way he is treating me.

      She decided to step into her beautiful friend Barabara and into Barbara's mind. Callie was ready to do exactly what Barbara had done in this situation.

      Callie remembered having some naughty conversations with Barbara where her best friend confided all her deepest erotic fantasies into Callie. In one fantasie Barbara was walking naked on the beach with her lover. Her photograph lover was making the most beautiful artwork out of Barbara's voluptious body. Barbara's favorite fantasies was this one. Barbara accepted an invitation of a stranger who invited her on the top of his loft in New York. They had a romantic dinner outside on the terrace with caviar and champagne. They played a game of undressing during dinner. When the dinner was over he asked her to turn around and undress the rest of her curvy body so that she was totally naked. He blindfolded her and alligned her front with the wall of the building. He fully undressed himself and caressed her from behind. Both were naked, excited and full of sexual desire for each other. He dealt with his stock broker on the phone simultaneously and both took an ecstatic pleasure out of this naughty adventure that not even the stock broker on the other side of the line nor the man's butler inside the apartment seemed to notice. He made a fortune trading stocks while bringing Barbara to the climax.

      Callie envied Barbara a little bit for Barbara's sexual fantasies. Callie tought to herself: Barbara lives in her fantasies and she fully embraces her love life and I am living a boring insignificant life.

      Callie goes on with her daring daydream and silently wonders: how about playing a little role play. I want to experience how it feels to slip into Barbara's pretty high heels!

      Callie inspired her own mind before opening the exciting news to Grant: I am totally going with my feelings and emotions but just for today. I am curious what happens. I really want to see if romance really exists on such a day like this!

      Grant!, she exclaimed in emotional agitation.

      I am accepting your unresistable proposition. I am accepting the rendez-vous with you!, Callie whispered in a soft and angel-like voice and to Grant's astonishment.

      "Oh, Callie, I am so happy to hear that you changed your mind.

      What made you change your mind so quickly?

      You know this changed situation really makes me a happy man because my intentions towards you are completely pure and sincere.

      I truly care about you. You know that I only have your best intentions in mind, Callie, right?"

      He did not wait for her answer and continued: "what about 8 o'clock tonight?

      I will pick you up at your apartment and my driver is going to deliver something to your place this afternoon. I hope you will like it. I really hope you will be wearing it tonight. I plead you to follow my instructions that my driver is going to hand you in an envelope. It is very important to me that you do follow every detail, Callie!"

      Callie shrugged and nodded in disbelief. She had no clue what to think or what to say to Grant's words.

      Grant noticed her uneasy reaction and encouraged her: Callie, I have something very important to show to you later tonight. I can only show it to you if you follow my instructions! You don't have to be afraid or feel uncomfortable, but I can not tell you everything now. I don't want to ruin it."

      Callie shivered in uncertainty because on one side she desperately needed a little excitement in her love life, but on the other side Grant was starting to intimidate her with his secrecy.

      She was wondering if she made the right move and if spending the evening on Valetine's day with Grant could really be the prescription for what she was missing in her life, or if she was in the process of making the biggest and most regrettable mistake of her adult life...

      Part I

      Catherine sat propped up in her king size bed sipping on a glass of red wine and nibbling on a chocolate truffle. Tears continued to course down her full cheeks as she tried not to focus on Daniel and the fact that Valentine’s Day was tomorrow. She still didn’t understand why Daniel had ended things with her. He had always told her that he loved her full-bodied curves. In fact, he had been so insistent in showing her repeatedly just how much he loved her very opulent breasts, padded curvy hips and bouncy ass that she had believed every word that came out of his mouth.

      Yet, just two days ago, he had texted her and said that they were over. Texted her, for god’s sake! The little worm hadn’t even had the decency to break up with her in person. That should tell her something about him. But it didn’t matter because she had been totally in love with him. Truth be told, she was still in love with him even though she now knew that he didn’t deserve her love.

      What was she going to do now? In the past, Valentine’s Day had been one of her favorite special days of the year. She had enjoyed many lustful trysts on past Valentine’s Days. The thought of some of these brought a smile to her lips as she replayed them in her mind. Yes, Catherine had been lucky enough to have attracted some pretty wild players in her past even though she was classified as a BBW; big beautiful woman. Besides, there would always be chubby chasers no matter where she went. That helped her to be quite comfortable with her Rubenesque style body.

      One lover had even told her that he preferred women of her size because he loved to be able to truly grasp full breasts and ass in his hands. He then went on to say that you just couldn’t do that with those skinny model types. If they actually had a chest, usually they weren’t real and who wanted to play with small beach balls?

      Now, though, Daniel had done the unimaginable. He had dumped her right here at Valentine’s Day. Sniffing, she wiped away a stray tear and took another sip of her wine. Following that with another truffle, she tried to think of how she was going to survive this.

      Suddenly, her doorbell rang.

      Hoping against hope that it might be Daniel saying that he had changed his mind and that he loved her after all, she got to her feet as quickly as she was able to and headed to the door.

      I’m coming, she called as she hurried down the hallway.

      Taking a second to look through the peephole on the door, she saw that no one was there.

      Dammit, she thought. I’m too late!

      Whipping the door open, she stepped out into the hallway looking both ways to see if she could spot her elusive caller. But there was no one in sight. She turned to re-enter her apartment when her foot kicked something. Looking down, she saw a gift wrapped box sitting at her feet. She stared at it curiously for a second before leaning down to retrieve it. With a puzzled look on her face, she carried it with her back into the apartment.

      This package had been delivered personally as it was wrapped in shiny red paper with a white satin ribbon. There was a matching red card attached to it with her name on it. Catherine opened it and read the brief message that had been written there.

      "Such a beautiful woman should never be sad. You should be appreciated and adored. That is just what I plan to do with you tomorrow night.

      Someone who cares"

      Still highly puzzled, Catherine set down the card on her kitchen bar and then picked up the package. Carefully, she opened the box to reveal a sexy little teddy in a wicked red color. She withdrew it from the box and held it up against her. It seemed as if it was the right fit.

      Yes, her gift was lovely, but who could have sent it? Not only that, who was planning to appreciate and adore her tomorrow night? Shaking her head a little, she walked back down the hallway to her bedroom. Carefully, she hung the teddy on a padded hanger and stood back to admire it once more.

      Finally, she decided that she needed to get some sleep. Only in dreams could she seem to forget about Daniel and his cruelty. Oddly enough, tonight she was sound asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

      The next day dawned bright, sunny and cold. Catherine found herself to be happy even though she knew that Daniel wouldn’t be a part of her Valentine’s Day. Instead, she spent the afternoon at a day spa getting a facial, massage, and body wrap. Then it was on to the salon to get her long dark auburn hair curled and her nails manicured. By the time she returned home late that afternoon, she knew that she looked beautiful. Darting into her closet, she pulled out the new red teddy and slipped into it. She had been right. It fit perfectly! Choosing a deep red dress with a scooped neckline that showed off her impressive cleavage, she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror.

      I do look gorgeous! She thought, smiling.

      She was dressed by 7PM when her doorbell rang. This time when she looked through the peephole, she saw a man wearing a uniform of some sort. Keeping the chain on, she opened the door a crack.

      Yes? she said.

      Good evening, ma’am, the man said in an almost courtly manner. Are you Miss Catherine?

      I am, she replied.

      I’m instructed to ask you to accompany me, he said.

      Accompany you to where? she asked.

      If you look out your window, you’ll see the limousine waiting. That is for you.

      Slowly she pushed the door shut and walked over to her living room window. Looking down, she gasped as there was definitely a limousine waiting.

      Deciding that even though it might not be the smartest thing she had ever done, nevertheless she grabbed her coat and purse and went with uniformed man. When they reached the limousine, he opened the back door for her and invited her to get inside. Stepping in carefully, she was greeted by one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.

      He was smiling and handed her a glass of champagne. His hair was black, and his eyes were an ocean blue. A sexy lopsided smile showed her perfect white teeth and a slight dimple on one side of his mouth. She accepted the champagne and simply sat staring at him.

      Hello, Catherine, he said in a low sexy voice. I’m so happy that you agreed to join me. Shall we drink to new friends and future possibilities?

      Ok, she managed to whisper.

      Once they had sipped the champagne, Catherine found her voice.

      Who are you, she asked. And how do you know me?

      My name is Marcus, he said. As for the rest, I’ll be happy to share that with you later but, for now, can it just be an exciting sort of mystery?

      Smiling a bit, Catherine nodded and off they went into the night.

      What a night it was! Marcus took her to a five star restaurant that he had rented out for the evening where they enjoyed one of the most delicious gourmet mills she had ever had. Following that, they were entertained by a private band where they danced until well after midnight.

      Finally, they were back in the limousine and on their way to Catherine’s apartment. Marcus was holding her hand. She really didn’t want this night to ever end and she kept trying to think of a way to keep it going. She needn’t have worried about that.

      When they reached her building, Marcus got of the car with her and walked her up to her apartment. Outside of her door, he turned her face up to him and placed his mouth on hers, gently at first. However, it quickly caught fire and they were both caught up in a very heated kiss.

      Do you want to come in? Catherine managed to gasp as she broke away from him.

      I was so hoping that you would ask, Marcus whispered.

      Once they were inside of her apartment, Marcus was kissing her with abandon now and moving his hands all over her body, whispering how beautiful she was. His mouth blazed a trail from her mouth down her neck and just to the top of her cleavage. When she didn’t protest, he slowly removed her dress and she was standing before him wearing the red teddy, sheer silk stockings and a matching red garter.

      He stood back and stared at her with a smile on his face.

      You did wear it! he exclaimed. I’m so happy! And you look just as amazing in it as I knew you would!

      You sent this to me? she asked breathlessly.

      I did, Marcus replied. Do you like it?

      I love it! Catherine said as she smiled back at him.

      It truly is a shame that it will be on the floor in just a few minutes, Marcus teased.

      Catherine couldn’t find the words to say anything and then he was kissing her and touching her again. Finally, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. When they got there, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with fire in her eyes.

      Take off your clothes, she said. I want to see you.

      Marcus didn’t argue with her.  He stripped slowly and seductively for her until he stood naked. His cock was erect and beautiful. She reached for it and wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly. Marcus threw back his head, eyes closed and breathed deeply before pushing her back onto the bed and kissing her from her mouth to her breasts. This is where the teddy was removed and tossed to the floor.

      He took Catherine’s full breasts in his hands and caressed them as he moved his mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. Catherine cried out in pleasure. Then he moved his hand down to separate her thighs and deftly stimulated her aching and stiff little clit. He felt her wetness and knew that she was ready for him.

      Poised above Catherine, Marcus placed the head of his cock right at her most intimate of openings and plunged deeply into her. Catherine once more cried out as she lifted her legs to wrap around his lower back and moved up against him. Together, they moved in a hard and fast rhythm until they both felt their moment of no return approaching.

      Their orgasms hit almost simultaneously and they cried out together as they held each other, riding out the storm.

      Afterward, they lay together fighting to breathe normally once more.

      Marcus, Catherine finally said. Just who are you?

      Her question was met by silence as Marcus smiled into the darkness.

      How about we discuss this in the morning? he asked. By the way, Happy Valentine’s Day. 

      Part II

      Catherine woke the next morning to the tantalizing aroma coffee brewing. She stretched like a chubby, sexy cat with the smile of a very satisfied woman. Reaching over to the other side of her bed, she found it disheveled but empty. Her eyes flew open and she sat up part of the way looking around her bedroom a bit wildly.

      Now she was wondering if the previous night had been a dream; a lovely dream, yes; but a dream nonetheless. As she moved, though, her body had that slightly sore sensation of being well-loved. That’s when she was fully certain that Marcus had, indeed, been real. Then there was the coffee. She knew that someone had to have made it and it had not been her. Therefore, it had to have been Marcus.

      Feeling rather lazy, Catherine really didn’t want to move from her bed but she wanted to find Marcus. Maybe they could have one more tryst before he had to leave. That was when it occurred to her that the limousine surely wouldn’t have been made to stay outside all night. The poor driver would have had to doze in the vehicle.

      That and the thought of Marcus standing in her kitchen finally motivated her to get out of the bed. She located her robe and put it on, belting it at her waist. Pausing to step into the bathroom, she washed her face, and brushed her teeth and hair. Once she was sure that she was presentable, she headed down the hall following the aroma of the coffee.

      Smiling broadly, she stepped into the kitchen ready to greet Marcus and hoping to find him in some stage of undress.

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