Lust, not Love is what this story is about. A second glance, a slight touch of the hand, even a warm smile can turn the most innocent gesture into an unforgettable experience. In the heat of the moment even name exchanges may be a formality that might get overlooked. Intense Encounters is a compilation of short but sensual stories that will leave you wanting more...
Intense Encounters is a compilation of sensual, lustful stories of sexual encounters. Lust, not Love is what each and every story is about.
A trip to Canada is a sizzling story about re-uniting with a sexy friend far, far away.
Quickie tells about a succulent encounter in the early morning hours. Short and Sweet!
Another travel tale – Amsterdam is a travel tale about a business trip to the European capital of Sex and Drugs and how to experience exciting possibilities with a foreign stranger.
A secret meeting, which happens at the airport in Frankfurt, Germany. Learn how satisfying a long layover can be.
Hit and Run will give new meaning to a fun filled, sexy night at the local club.
A night at the Laundromat explains how household chores can be hot, steamy, and juicy with a little help from a new friend.
Damn Liar really puts new meaning to the word revenge in an extraordinary, sensual, and sexy way.
So here I was, parking my car at the Frankfurt airport,….his layover was more than 6 hours…..enough time to meet up, have some breakfast and hang out together one last time……I smiled as I looked in my rear view mirror,…..just checking my make-up before getting out of the car,…I wore a short black skirt, sheer black thigh highs, black 3 inch pumps and a tight white t-shirt…no panties nor bra….”I need to remember to keep my knees together” I thought to myself with a little chuckle…...I grabbed my leather jacket and my purse before locking my car. With confident steps I walked through the parking garage towards the elevators…..getting in I pull out my phone,….as always I am running a few minutes late,….”Where are you?” reads the text message I was sending,….by the time the elevator door opens my phone vibrates in my hand….”Terminal 1 at Starbucks” reads the answer,…..I smile,….my heart rate slightly increased,……no one but me and him know about this meeting,…..none of his friends, not my best friend,….this is our little secret,……the past few months we flirted with each other so much – but we never acted on the sexual tension which had built up so tremendously over the many times we seen each other.
So this secret meeting just added to the excitement of our acquaintance.
As I walked towards Starbucks I saw him sitting there,…his back turned to me,….his long legs stretched out, he was sitting in one of the comfortable big chairs……He heard the clicking of my heels and before I could reach him he turned around and smiled at me….”Hello Sunshine, I thought I recognize that sound” he said as he got up to give me a tight hug,…..he kissed me on both cheeks and then he looked at me close and he just leaned over me so very slowly and his lips touched mine……they were so soft and I felt a tingle in the pit of my stomach,…..”wow” I thought to myself “ after all this time imagining I finally feel what they taste like”……I opened my eyes and I saw that his eyes were closed,…..he ever so slowly pulled back, and I could swear that I felt his heart race,…..his eyes opened – he looked at me and there was this wonderful smile of his…..”Wow”, he says, “you have no idea how long I have wanted to do this” ….his usual playfulness had disappeared and he sounded so serious and sincere. “Sit” he says….”how are you? What do you want to drink?” “I’m good. Get me a Cappuccino, please” I reply. As I sit down his hand brushes up against my shoulder and neck as he walks towards the counter to order my cappuccino. Another little tingle, this time down my neck and back….Only a few minutes later he returns with my coffee. “There you are. Enjoy!” he says as he puts it down in front of me and pulls his chair really close next to mine and sits down.
“Thanks, boo boo” I laugh , that’s what I called him for the past few months and we always had a good laugh about that.
As I start sipping my cappuccino I can feel him looking at me. From my feet up to my hair…I catch him lingering with his eyes at the lace of the thigh highs, which was peaking out a little at the seam of my short skirt….. .”you look gorgeous, as always” he says. “Thank you, sweetie” I reply. I can feel how he started to get a little nervous, so unusual for him, I think to myself. He is the confident black male who isn’t moved by anything…..but there he sits and I can definitely feel how he is a little nervous. This is the first time we spent time one-on–one. No one else around. No friends, no loud music, no groupies,…just him and me,…….so we start to chit chat a little, about his trip going home, the past season, new friends made, the fun we had together over the past few months and how nice it is to encounter real people on our way through life……His hand slowly starts to reach over, inch by inch until it finally ends up on my thigh…..his pinky finger plays with the lace of my stockings,…..there is that slight tingle in the pit of my stomach again……”Let’s go have breakfast” he says, giving my thigh a soft squeeze…..”Let’s go across the street to the Sheraton, they serve great breakfast and it’s not so loud and not so many people around?!” “Ok” I say as he gets up and reaches his hand out for me to grab as I get up. He picks up his small carry-on, I grab my purse and we make our way to the exit.