All Chapters of Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

A LOVE FOR SPANKING - 3Her juices flooded his mouth and he drank them down like a man in the desert. He groaned and licked his way back up to her needy clit. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and slowly pumped in and out of her. He continued to lick and suck on her clit until her body went rigid, and she was overtaken by an orgasm.He continued to lick her until every last spasm and aftershock was over. Once she was lying there, breathless and spent, he kissed his way up her body, until he got to her lips."Mmm, do you want me to return the favor?" Erica asked in between soft sensual kisses."No love, I just couldn't help myself, you looked good enough to eat." He replied with a cheeky grin. "So I did." He shrugged as he sat up and headed to the bathroom."Merry Christmas Eve to me, I guess." She called out behind him, flopping back down, letting out a satisfied sigh.Erica heard the water turn on in the shower. She peeled the blankets back and made her way to the bathroom. Dav

A LOVE FOR SPANKING - 5Erica turned it over in her hand. The box had quite a bit of weight to it. Slowly, she peeled off the wrapping paper to reveal a black box about two feet long and a foot wide. She lifted the top off, and inside, the box was lined with velvet. Nestled in the center was a beautifully handcrafted paddle.The marbled wood gleamed with a gorgeous finish. Roses were intricately carved into the flat, wide part of the paddle, trailing down to the handle wrapped in thorny stems. At the center, with roses twining over it, was Erica's name, etched delicately into the wood. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it, almost afraid it might bite if she got too close.Dave couldn’t wait any longer. He reached over, pulled the paddle out of the box, and turned it over in his hands. Only one side of the paddle was decorated; the other side was left untouched. He set it down on his lap and took the box from Erica.“What do you think?” he asked with big, hopeful eyes, watching her

Claire sat at the table, sipping on her dirty martini. Her boss was in the midst of discussing a new business deal with an old client.She was only in the first month of a very prestigious internship and felt lucky to be at this conference in Las Vegas, privy to such an important conversation. Unfortunately, her lack of experience made it hard for her to keep up with the acronyms and terms the two men kept throwing out. Another round of martinis arrived, and her boss made a point of putting one of them in front of Claire."Shit, he doesn’t really expect me to keep up, does he? I’m already getting lightheaded," she thought as she smiled and thanked him.She forced herself to finish off the first martini before turning to the second.As she lifted the glass, she tried to ignore the two men glancing at her cleavage. Her small, perky breasts normally didn’t get this much attention, but the black keyhole dress she was wearing made her feel on display.ntern She normally would never have w

SEXY INTERN- 3“See?” he murmured. “You want this. You might not admit it yet, but your body knows.” Dave’s smirk widened as he took her hesitation as consent. He leaned down and his lips captured hers in a kiss that was both possessive and demanding. She stiffened at first, but as his tongue slid against hers, she felt her resolve weaken further. His free hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until her body was pressed against his. She felt the hardness of his arousal against her thigh, and a wave of shame and heat coursed through her. “You’re perfect,” he murmured against her lips. His voice dripping with satisfaction. “Absolutely perfect.” Claire’s mind screamed for her to stop, to break away, to end this before it went too far. But as Dave guided her hand down to his belt, she felt herself moving mechanically, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. She wanted this. Her breath hitched as his pants slid down, revealing the bulge straining against his boxers. She hes

Author's note:In this story, an 18-year-old helps a GILF and he ends up with a special Christmas gift."GILF" in this context means "Grandmother I'd like to Fûck"This is a term for sexually attractive older women. If this story might trigger you, kindly move on to the next. Thanks for reading! **************"Derek, are you busy right now?" Mom asked as she walked into my basement room.I was in the middle of an online basketball game. "Yeah, kind of," I replied, keeping my eyes on the screen."How much longer?" she asked, ignoring my obvious distraction."Ten minutes," I said, grimacing as the other team scored an easy layup."Come see me when you're done," she said before walking off."Okay," I muttered, already focused back on the game.It wasn’t much of a match, but my anonymous teammate and I managed to win by three points. Satisfied, I shut off the console and headed upstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, decorating Christmas sugar cookies—my favorite."I need a favor," she said,