Tantalizing Stories by Donnee Patrese

Part 1: Jodi Lambert “Get over here,” I ordered pulling her close to me. “It has been too long and I need to fuck you right now. “Come on,” she giggled.  “Your parents are here. “ I kissed her neck gently. We were up late at night in the den, trying to finally have some alone time without my parents. My mom and dad have been here visiting for a week and since their arrival, Renée has not wanted to make love to me. She has been afraid my parents would hear us. I can understand her fears. She can get really loud when she moans from pleasure. My parents have made it no better, staying up with us watching movies and chatting when all I want to do is take her upstairs to our bedroom and fuck her all night. I could not get out of my mind all the nasty and freaky things I wanted to do to her. “Baby, they are completely knocked out. My mom takes sleeping pills to sleep and my dad snores so loud I doubt they will hear a thing.” Plus I brought her to the den tryi...

Joshua Jasper dipped his head and brought his lips down to meet mine. It was obvious how hesitant he was to let himself kiss me. He didn’t want to be the aggressor. He wasn't raised this way. Some women in his life pushed him around so much that he feared what would happen if he demanded what he wanted from them. He was frightened of being a dominant figure in the bedroom. That’s where I come in. It was a new experience for him so I let it slide. It was only the first time. I had to let him know that women weren’t fragile creatures. We could handle the punishment and then beg for more. I want him to take control and I knew that with my coaching he would have me kneeling before him as the good little submissive that I needed to be. We kissed and I let him lead. His tongue gently swirled around mine. I let him do what he pleased until I became inpatient and showed him what needed to be done. My lust overtook me and I pulled him to me and unleashed a tirade of hungry k...

Today I cried. I cried because for about an hour I was ashamed of myself. More importantly I was ashamed of myself as a writer and ashamed of what I write. I have always been afraid that what I write would come back to haunt me. Here is what happened. My daughter about a couple of weeks ago asked me if she could join instagram. Now I was a little worried about what she would see on instagram so I hesitated. Her father and I discussed it and decided as long as she follows only kids from school she could join. Well, she has only followed her friends from school so we are ok with that. However I heard that some of the kids from her school sometimes sext and share salacious photos. I wanted to know what types of friends she had so I followed a few to see what their everyday photos are like. Well today, one of her teammates on the basketball team asked her who “The Writer 84” was? My daughter didn’t hesitate. She said “That’s my mom.” Then her teammate said that her...

Prohibited 2 : Illicit Affairs Michael and Maxine are back and life is still just as crazy and just as painful as before. Maxine was again caught up in a love triangle with a married man and his wife. She hates that she has more secrets to keep despite knowing that keeping secrets can only lead to pain and anguish. Yet what choice does she have? Michael is still madly in love with Maxine and he intends to get her back in his life by any means necessary…once his divorce is final. Maria refuses to make things easy and their divorce proceedings drag on and on leaving a trail of hate, disgust and no light at the end of the tunnel for either of them. Maxine wants to be with Michael. Yet would he want her after he learns there was someone else vying for her affection. He had some competition that hit closer to home than he would ever expect. Prohibited II: Illicit affairs, the sequel to the breakthrough novel Prohibited , brings to light more secrets that thre...

I attended a dinner with some of my fellow writers. It was going wonderfully. Yet I was waiting for the question of the night and eventually a new member to the group asked me. “So what do you write?” It was an innocent question. New writers asked us this all the time. I anticipated this question, but I knew that I loathed the many questions that would follow. “I’m in an erotic romance writer.” I saw their eyes and I knew they were already comparing me to E.L James or considering me not a “real writer”. It comes with the turf. So I sat back and waited. “Isn’t erotic romance and oxymoron?” He chuckled. That was a new one. No one had ever asked me that question. I fought my urge to roll my eyes at him.  An oxymoron? Let’s see. What is an oxymoron? An oxymoron is a figure of speech where two opposite or opposed words  seemingly cancel each other out or would seem to be contradictory to each other like “walk slow quickly” or “cruel kindness”. So, is he trying ...

Christmas Day I couldn’t sleep all night. I tossed and turned thinking about him and what I should do. When I closed my eyes, I dreamed about fucking him.  My ass would be in the air and I would be taking him deep inside of me. I would come and he would pull out and lick up my juices as they spilled out of my pussy. Though my husband and I argue and have very little sex, I know he loves me and I… I still love him too. He has my heart but Jim, has my body as I yearned for his touch. I would have laid there thinking about this driving myself crazy if it weren’t for my kids. They  were up bright and early ready to open the gifts Santa left for them under the tree. They came running into our room to wake us up and continue to prod us until we followed them down the stairs. The lights on the Christmas tree were lit and some extra gifts daddy and mommy placed late last night where they are to greet them. “Mommy and daddy Santa came.” My little boy screamed. I laughe...

Christmas Eve... It was a lot colder this Christmas than last year. I turned up the heat in my car and took a breath. I looked out the passenger side window at the red brick apartment building covered in tacky Christmas lights. Some of the lights were out and the rest were flickering. I debated if I was going to spend another Christmas eve in the arms of another man. My body has been yearning for him but my heart was torn in half. My husband and I fight all the time now. He has threatened to move out if I don’t get myself together. We sleep in separate beds some nights and he doesn’t come home some nights for dinner. I love him but I can’t get this other man out of my head. It’s so crazy. I only see him once a year and the rest of the year is terrible. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the cold. My feet crunched on the pile of dirty snow shoveled over by the city salt trucks. I slammed the door and locked it with my keys. I waited until a blue Honda drove past b...