EXPLICIT EROTCIA AND SEXY EROTIC SHORT STORIES COLLECTION FOR WOMEN

Bridget accelerated her Toyota from sixty to eighty miles an hour. If I keep going like this, I'll end up on a bridge causeway. Driving aimlessly down the deserted rural Highway 14, she berated her boyfriend Mike and sharp-legged w***e Bridget for catching him f*****g on her birthday. Bridget's twenty-fourth birthday surprised Mike and Boobs-on-a-Stick. Instead of a birthday cake and a delicious dinner, she found the can't-keep-his-d**k-in-his-pants and that horse-faced slut in the mattress mambo - in Bridget's bed. She had fled her bedroom, snatched the two expensive pinot noirs Mike had bought her as a gift from the kitchen table, and fled the house. So, she found herself speeding down the street as the sun set in the autumn sky, unsure of where her flight would take her. As she drove, small towns you would miss in a heartbeat gave way to vast fields of corn and soybeans. Her anger raged until tears took over, a roller coaster of emotions that exhausted her after half an hour. She saw a sign in the distance and read it through her tears and the bright pink of the sunset: Mountain View Inn: Vacant. She couldn't go home with those murderous feelings bubbling to the surface. Bridget's phone beeped and she knew Mike had sent her another series of text messages to make up for his big mistake. She didn't want to hear about that. She needed to get away from the harsh reality of Mike's recent transgression. Why am I still staying with him? This is the third time he cheated on me. I really need to cancel it. She pulled into the Mountain View Inn parking lot, grabbed her purse, her wine, and the hold all she always kept in her car when she traveled, and headed to the front entrance. She liked the look of the place. The Mountain View Inn was one of those Scandinavian-style wooden chalets she'd seen in the mountains near her home. A sign on the main front door said Rooms for Rent. Bridget had an idea. Maybe it was time to work on her life. She liked the inn. It was an old house and she liked old houses. It was also in the country, and she longed to get out of the main part of town where she lived with Mike who was way too loud. A nice apartment in an inn in the quiet countryside might be ideal for them. She wasn't far from town, so she would only add twenty minutes to her morning commute. She decided to ask the receptionist in the morning about the monthly rates and available rooms. She was relieved that her suite had its own bathroom and kitchen. Bathrooms in most inns were shared. Normally she wouldn't have cared, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with people in her current predicament. The receptionist gave her the key to room 1097. It was on the third floor overlooking a pond. She asked for a view, and she got a stunning view. Bridget was amazed at the spaciousness and comfort of her room as she entered. When she opened the door, instead of seeing two beds, she found herself in a comfortable living room furnished with a sofa, armchairs, a hand-carved wooden coffee table, and an entertainment center housed in a closet. The warmth of the hardwood floors and walls was offset by the crimson Navajo carpet. A fireplace was right next to the sofa. She felt like she had walked into someone's house and not a motel room. She checked her receipt again to make sure there was no extra zero on the price. This fantastic apartment was extremely affordable! It had to be off-season. She walked into the living room and into a tiny dining area, where she placed her wine, purse, and hold all on the table. A large kitchen was directly across from the dining room. Is that a gas stove My pounding heart! Bridget had always wanted a gas stove, but her apartment complex didn't have one. This place is more like an apartment suite than a hotel room. She opened the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony to let in the fresh fall air that lifted her spirits. She could see ducks swimming in the pond in front of her balcony and she could hear the wind blowing through the pine trees. What happened to the bedroom? Doors opened to closets, but she couldn't find a bedroom until she encountered a spiral staircase that led to a loft with a sleigh bed and a bathroom with shower and deep soaking tub. This room was apparently formerly an apartment converted into a hotel suite when the Mountain View Inn first accepted paying customers. The beautiful surroundings helped her forget Mike and his affairs for a while. But only for a short time. She went back downstairs, opened her hold all and pulled out her amenities. She pulled out black stretch leggings, a t-shirt and underwear. I have enough clothes for tomorrow. When she opened her pants, a piece of celluloid slipped out. It was an old photo of Bridget and Mike, taken in one of those photo booths at a trade show they'd been to a few years ago. She looked at the happy faces in the pictures, tongues dangling, arms wrapped around each other. better days, Her eyes filled with tears again. She cried again, tossing her pants on the table and retreating to the safety and comfort of the sofa, where she sobbed until exhausted and fell asleep. So beautiful... I haven't seen a lady in my room for a long time. Bridget woke up in her dream, her mind confused as to the person's identity but not awake enough to see it. Her hair was blown about by her fingers like a lovely wind. Bridget opened her eyes and ran her palm across her face as if swatting a fly. She was alone in the gloomy room, lying on the sofa. The full moon streamed through the sliding glass doors and cast a beautiful light over the entire floor. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet. Her teeth chattered; her body shivered in the blanket-like cold that enveloped her. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She was alert and scared, and she wondered why she was so worried when she knew she was safe. Wide awake, she surveyed the room and felt someone was in the room with her, but she couldn't see who had touched her. She hadn't imagined the gentle caress through her hair; it could have been a dream. Who exactly is it? Bridget jumped up. is anyone there? She turned on the lamp and lit up the main room. Please turn off the light. What's your name? She spun around, trying to locate the source of the voice but couldn't find it. The voice was youthful, like a lady in her early twenties, and it sounded like wind chimes. The young invisible lady spoke with a plea in her voice, as if Bridget was fleeing in fear, but fleeing was the last thing on Bridget's mind as her heart pounded in her throat. She fought the urge to run out of the room and rush downstairs to be with the people who were still alive. I won't hurt you please turn off the light. I won't turn off the light. What's your name? Be silent. Bridget stood spellbound in front of the sofa. Her teeth were chattering so she clenched her jaws to silence them. A chill settled over the room and made her shudder. She wished she had a blanket to keep warm - and to hide behind. Tell me please. what is his first name asking the voice. who are you referring to, the person you are angry with. Unless she has a man problem, no lady walks into a hotel room alone with two unopened bottles of wine. He's my ex-boyfriend... er, boyfriend... what does that mean to you? I was sad when I saw you sobbing earlier. what exactly did he do to you Why am I talking to someone I can't see? This is really ridiculous. Bridget looked around the room, trying to understand her situation. She could tell she was alone, even in the dim light. Her breath exploded from her lips, creating a mist in front of her mouth. Her skin trembled and was covered with goosebumps. She froze where she sat, terrified of what was about to happen. Spring? what exactly did he do to you Bridget was perplexed by her situation, but she couldn't help but answer. The sweet tone of her unseen roommate's words lured her out. Bridget felt compelled to express her feelings to anyone who would listen, and her invisible companion did the same. What if she was just a ghost? She had an open and attentive audience. He was having an affair with me. Today is my birthday too. I'm angry, Bridget said as she got up to stretch. Her body had cramped from lying on the couch. I can't believe he did it again after vowing to himself not to sleep with anyone else after the last time. Does that mean he has cheated on you before? Yes, it's his third time. And you stuck by him? What a terrible decision! You deserve to be punished blow! Pain gripped her left buttock without Bridget suddenly whirling around, searching for her unknown familiar but finding none. It was one thing to communicate with someone you couldn't see, but to be touched by an invisible being was exciting. The spanking hand was small but powerful. Bridget wondered what else her phantom roommate could do with her hand. What was the point of that? They must be paddled hard. Making such horrible decisions, have you kicked him out yet? No but blow! The agonizing blow bouncing off her ass cheek and into her p***y made her feel strangely aroused. Stop it! You don't need him, a scammer who treats you like garbage. No less than on your birthday. I know exactly what you're looking for. And what could it be? you need my help. Her voice had lost its lightness and she sounded kind and compassionate. It was such a clear statement: You need my help. Maybe Bridget needed a new partner, someone who would take care of her needs instead of being selfish like Mike. Her ghostly roommate was right about one thing: she should have left Mike years ago the first time he cheated on her. But she was afraid of being alone, so she stayed and tolerated his vile behavior. No longer. Please turn off the light. It's way too obvious for what I want to achieve with you. Bridget turned off the light. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, ghostly fingers landed on her hair and stroked it with a tenderness Bridget hadn't felt in years. She closed her eyes and craned her neck until her head rested in the invisible hand. She had never touched a woman's body before. This was her chance. I will not harm you. Cannot you see it? Allow me to take care of you tonight. I was all alone here, no one kept me company. Please let me touch you. I've never dated a girl before. A beautiful female chuckle sounded in her ear. I assume you've never encountered a ghost. Killing two birds with one stone. Soft lips ran down her chin and ended just short of her lips. I will make you happy. Take your attention away from him. Bridget felt fingers tugging at her blouse, so she reached up and slowly unbuttoned it. She slipped out of her black pants and laid them on the blouse on the floor after taking them off. She stretched out on the sofa, clad only in her purple lace bra, panties, and black socks, and let her ghostly guest loose. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to absorb her new lover's touch. is she my new girlfriend What if I never cross paths with her again? unwilling to allow such a thing. Bridget focused on the delicate fingertips brushing her sensitive skin, ignoring the somber sight that ruined her aroused mood. Mike's grumbling was clearly stronger than this woman. I don't even know her name - Bridget. Pardon? asked the ghost. Hello, my name is Bridget. For a few seconds she was greeted with silence. Bridget listened to the wind blowing through the trees and heard night spies in the woods near her balcony. What a beautiful name for a compassionate lover. Bridget felt Gillian's lips touch her collarbone instead of speaking. Her fingers struggled with the front clasp of her bra until it snapped open. Gillian's tender lips sucked on a n****e until it stood on end. Her touch was gentler than Mike's, who preferred fooling around to please himself to her. She liked rough play, but a gentle touch made her feel more sensual than being pulled and jerked around. How about a relationship with a woman? Bridget had never accepted a woman as a mistress before. She'd always wondered what it would be like to be inside a woman's body, but the chance had never presented itself. Now it's time and I should make the best of it. Gillian's tongue and fingers could be felt on her breasts, but she couldn't see them. The fact that she couldn't see her partner made lovemaking all the more exciting. What would Gillian do next? Bridget was surprised by Gillian's advances. She reached out and felt the air until her palm landed on Gillian's hair, curious to see what her lover looked like. Bridget tousled her short wavy hair while her phantom lover kneaded her breasts and tongued one n****e. She squirmed on the sofa and felt a warmth build inside her that demanded her attention. She felt a small hand slide down her pants, fingers trailing between her folds as if reading her mind. Gillian's touch was soft and delicate, staying away from her clinking so she wouldn't feel overly sensitive. I could get used to that. Every guy she was with had his rough fingers pressed on her clit, which made her uncomfortable. She liked Gillian's softer touch. Bridget ran her hands down Gillian's cheeks as she lifted her head. From beneath her fingers appeared a heart-shaped face with wide eyes and luscious lips. She lowered her arms until her hands touched her beautiful shoulders and her full, firm breasts. Bridget felt a familiar tingle in her crotch as her fingers stroked her phantom lover's naked body. Bridget caressed her smooth skin and slender figure. I wish for so much more. Gillian's figure was slim and beautiful, her skin soft and supple, and she was probably twenty-five years old. Bridget let out a small meow of regret as Gillian pulled away from her breasts, but her sorrow was brief. Within seconds she felt soft lips on her p***y. Gillian's tongue licked gently over her folds, belying her own excitement. As her lover's passion overcame her technique, Bridget heard Gillian's feverish gasps for air. Her hands grabbed her thighs and hardly tried them apart. Gillian's tongue licked her s*x, locating her clit and snapping it around in quick, frantic motions. Gillian drove Bridget insane by tugging on her n*****s. She felt two fingers slide inside her, a little thinner than usual. Her clit snapped like a lute with her thumb. Bridget felt small slaps on her butt which caused the blood to rise to the surface. She had never been spanked before and she enjoyed it. She arched her back with each caress and savored the pleasure she felt. Bridget groaned in excitement as Gillian slammed her palm open with a loud and painful smack. Bridget was hardly tried to examine her lover's body. may i contact you I've never been in a relationship with a woman. I want to feel you. Without doubt. I will lie next to you Have fun. May I speak to you. Unfortunately, that is not an option. If I let you see me, I won't have the stamina to hard f**k you. She laughed again, her wonderful chuckle. Also, I think you already know my looks. you could feel my face, I want to feel your body Bridget felt around in the dark until her fingers touched Gillian's waist. Her phantom friend lay on her back on the Navajo rug. Bridget grabbed a couple of floor cushions and sat down next to Gillian. She felt broad hips and a narrow stomach as her hands wandered over her lover's body. The breasts were full and hanging, begging to be touched. The fact that she couldn't see Gillian made her explorations of the woman's body all the more appealing. She could only rely on touch and smell, not sight. Gillian smelled juniper and rosemary from the forest. Bridget immersed herself in the heavy scent that reminded her so much of autumn. She closed her eyes and let her hands caress the delicate skin. As her fingers landed on Gillian's stomach, she snorted, her stomach jiggling as she rocked back and forth. She is a c******s! How nice! Bridget kneaded her breasts with both hands. To accommodate the exploration, Gillian twisted her body. Bridget was always curious about how other people's breasts felt. She dreamed of stroking and sucking a woman's breasts, but the opportunity never came. Until now, that is. She tilted her head and suckled on Gillian's breast. It soon warped and hardened as she sucked. She kneaded her lover's breasts, noting how firm and soft they were. The longer she kneaded and sucked, the more intense her desire became. She buried herself in Gillian's soft breasts like she was nursing a baby. Her hands moved down Gillian's body, feeling her curves and soft skin so unlike the men she had been with. A woman's body seemed much more appealing than a man. Her first partner's curves and beautiful body made her want to be with her more than anyone else. Bridget knew what a p***y felt like because she had one and had explored it many times, but what would another woman's p***y feel like? She ran her fingertips over Gillian's stomach and to her astonishment noticed a bush on her way. So, my ghost had never shaved in her life. Bridget knew many women who got Brazilian waxes, especially during the tight bathing season. Mike had persuaded her several times to let it grow. She had said no. So, she slept there with a wonderful lady she couldn't see who had a full head of hair. She adjusted her body until her face was inches from Gillian's p***y, eager to enjoy the full sensation of Gillian's s*x. Her nose was buried in her hair, tickling her face. Bridget identified her strong feminine aroma from her own private caress as forest mist and musk. What's it like licking a lady down there? She had been taught from a young age that women's s*x was dirty, but now she realized that wasn't the case. She buried her face in Gillian's luscious p***y and spread her fingers across her lips. She decided to give it a try first as she wasn't sure what to do. Bridget tasted salt and a warm liquid that tasted a little like yoghurt as her tongue flew out and slid over the velvety folds. It had a fairly pleasant taste, not too strong or overpowering like she expected. Gillian's s*x was hot and seductive. Bridget ate her up, absorbing as much of Gillian's scent and taste as she could. Her tongue grazed Gillian's erect clit and her phantom lover gasped in delight. Bridget ran her tongue next to Gillian's clit without actually touching it. Her boyfriend struggled and whimpered under her intact or untouchedal touch. Bridget slept cautiously with Gillian, wondering what she was doing but letting what aroused her guide her. Gillian had moved on the mat, tucking a pillow under her body for support. She and Bridget lay side by side, their faces immersed in each other's sensual s*x. Gillian's lips found Bridget's as she kissed her thighs. Her tongue licked her genitals in long, lazy strokes, p***y. No guy had ever been so nice to her or evoked such passionate romantic feelings in her. Mike had attacked her like he was entering a pie-eating contest at the State Fair. There was no decency. Gillian, on the other hand, savored her taste and sensations, taking her time to explore and allowing Bridget to get even wetter with desire. Her palm landed on her bare bottom with a thunderous smack, making her shudder and want more pain. Bridget followed Gillian's lead and flicked her tongue across her clit, not directly on it but on the sides. Her phantom lover moaned in pleasure beneath her, squirming as she grew more and more aroused. She matched her movements on Gillian's tongue and lips to her clit and wrinkles. She stuck two fingers into the woman's cavity while swaying in sync with Gillian's movements. Gillian immediately tightened her grip on her fingers and pulled them in even further. Bridget risked it and sucked Gillian's clit between her lips. She loved the feel of her lover's tender skin on her lips. What a silky smoothness! She writhed beneath Gillian's amazing tongue as she suckled, feeling that familiar surge of desire as her orgasm overcame her. Gillian's face was so distorted that she could feel the phantom's teeth. She sucked harder than ever on Gillian's clit until it was in her mouth, liquid squirting out like an ambrosia stream. Bridget climbed onto the sofa to relax when they arrived. Gillian's arms hugged her, her head rested on her chest. Gillian's lips brushed Bridget's head and as she turned to her phantom lover, their lips joined in a kiss. Soft lips cupped her own and parted to give way for a small tongue to slide into her mouth. Gillian thirsted for sun and mountain air. Her kiss was shy and tender, ending their lovemaking for the night. Happy birthday, Gillian murmured in her ear, her tongue gently stroking her earlobe. Bridget had never experienced such a tender and loving kiss before. Bridget slept while stroking Gillian's hair and touching her body. Bridget awoke at daybreak. The room had warmed up considerably. she was alone Bridget went to the restaurant after bathing and changing. Front desk She inquired about the long-term room rates. She studied the brochures on the side while waiting for the clerk to return with a flyer listing the room rates. She came across ads for mountain skiing and homes in Crystal Lake and one particular flyer piqued her interest: the one about the haunted suite at the Mountain View Inn. She grabbed the flyer, her pulse racing in anticipation of what she would discover. According to the flyer, a young woman lived in the apartment, which was eventually to become room 1097 in 1996. A guy who met her and another lady at a bar on Ladies Night stabbed her in the room. According to police sources, he was upset when none of the women responded to his s****l efforts. He followed one of them to their home, where he killed them, suspecting they were lesbians. Her name was Gillian Michaels. The leaflet contained a photo of Gillian on the right-hand side. Gillian had short wavy auburn hair, big moss green eyes and a sweet face with a beautiful smile. Gillian had previously run a popular downtown s*x toy store. The shop closed after her death, but a plaque was placed in her honor as she was well loved in the community. The clerk came back with her room price document. Bridget told him she wanted to rent the room she was in right now. It's time to let Mike go and move on with someone to take care of her. Someone like Gillian. The owner was amazed when no one stayed in the room for long. Most of the guests left before the night was out and asked for another room. Bridget received a discount from the owner. Bridget knew it was because the owner didn't think she would live longer than a week, if at all. Bridget felt it was time to get revenge on her invisible friend. She returned to the room. It was a bit chilly, but no spooky hands were slapping her butt. When her little ghost was in the room, she would play hide and seek. Bridget grinned as she opened her holdall and pulled out the stash of goodies, she kept in her vehicle for impromptu nights out with Mike. She would give them to Gillian now. She took out four silk scarves and a Hitachi wand. It was now her lover's time to have some fun. Come out, come out, wherever you are, called Bridget. I have a surprise for you! As the room began to cool even more, she knew she was in for a morning of s****l bliss with her new boyfriend and roommate.