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Angela's Adventures: Three Stories

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Three Stories: How far would you go, how far is too far, and how far can you get?

The love affair between Angela and Tyler in three acts. Watch Angela develop from a funny, cute young woman, to a funny, sexy femme fatale.

In the first story, Angela snags the man of her dreams--he’s a good boy with a bad boy’s taste in women. Luckily, she discovers she likes being a bad girl.

Next, Tyler watches Angela grow into a  mesmerizing succubus who mercilessly turns strangers on. He has to come to grips with the fact that it’s not ‘teasing’ if she always delivers. 

Finally, Tyler brings Angela to a male-only cigar party. Fifteen men—can she carry the room? Angela is at her peak, and she masterfully demolishes their inhibitions.

These romantic erotica stories contain explicit scenes of groping, oral sex, and bedroom sex. They are not intended for readers under eighteen.


I invited myself to Tyler’s apartment to watch football with his friends. I put a face on, and tricked myself out in sexy-city-casual garb. Even better, I brought along a tray of homemade lasagna.

“Heck yeah you can come in,” said the very tall cutie who answered Tyler’s door. He had two more friends on the couch in front of the TV. I squeezed between them and they didn’t mind.

Through the next three quarters of play, they hit on me from every direction. Even the married guy had a hand on my knee.

Tyler enjoyed watching the genial tussle for my body. Clue number one.

Clue number two came when I cornered the tall friend. His smile went from predatory to frightened when I pushed him into the bathroom.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked.

“No, jerk. Tell me what kind of girl Tyler likes.”

“So no kinky bathroom sex? Okay.” His anxiety evaporated. I’ll never understand men. “Tyler likes slutty girls. Show-offs. Teases. Girls who sleep around.”

That rocked me back on my heels. “But he’s so nice!”

Tall Guy only smiled. “He’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet. He sold his car when I needed money. But women chase him all the time and get nowhere. He has a dozen girls just like you. We call them ‘Rachels.’”

“That’s so awesome to hear,” I grated.

“I’ve never seen him go for the kind of woman he deserves. His fatal weakness is that he wants a turbo-slut.”

“Turbo-slut,” I mused. Who was I fooling? I didn’t even weigh the pros and cons. “Challenge accepted.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Tall Guy started—but I blocked his mouth with mine. I don’t remember deciding to kiss him, but once I was in it, I brought the awesome.

Since he was so tall, I had to climb him like a trellis. My body pressed against him, and he liked that, if you know what I mean. Erection.

“Why?” he asked, when I pulled away.

“Sluts advertise by word of mouth,” I said. “Leave my lipstick smeared on your face. Make sure Tyler sees it. Anybody asks, tell them I kissed you. And that it was sloppy-hot. And that my breath was fresh.”

He edged past me to the bathroom door. “I’m being used.”

As I hoped, the kiss was big news among the guys. Now that they knew I was in play, they redoubled their efforts. I had more hands on me than trail mix.

Moreover, Tyler sat next to me on the couch. I suggested meeting for lunch. It was a date.

I knew I had to bring my game. Make it or break it.

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