The Boiling Point: A collection of erotic stories that will make your blood burn

The Boiling Point: A collection of erotic stories that will make your blood burn

Synopsis:

“Horny Thoughts”: A Single woman discovers that she doesn't have to settle for low life men only out for one thing, when she's got a clit jizzing memory that lasts a lifetime. However, memories can only do so much and Liz decides to step back out into an arena that may get her more than she wished for.

“Deep Dick in the woods”: Two couples go on a hike during an unexpected cold weekend in the mountains. After the two couples end up paired with their friends mate, the increasingly cold conditions call for desperate measures to keep warm- with body heat being their saving grace once they find themselves deep in the woods.

“Finders-Keepers”: The power goes out in a hotel during a high school reunion, and a group of classmates decide to play an old game- “Finders - Keepers.” That was the game they played in high school, at night when the school was closed and all was dark. The object of the game, whoever found a guy or girl hiding first, got to do or request what they wanted from the person they found- sexually.

“Vagina Virtually”: A geek notes that the only way he can have sex is by creating an online virtual chat room that leads into an online sex room. However, people can have sex without meeting in person. Little does he know, there's a major glitch in the program that places him in circumstances where he’s having sex with women he didn't choose.

"HORNY THOUGHTS"

              Forty-five year old Liz stuck to her same daily routine. To start off each day, when she wasn't working part-time at a local grocery store deli, she'd feed her cat named Pussytail while a half pot of coffee brewed. After feeding the cat and enjoying a few cups of coffee, Liz would workout to a fitness DVD's that she collected for several years. One would assume she was determined to win somebody's heart the way she worked out, and rightfully so. The last man she dated was a limo driver who come to find out, used his private owned  limousine to impress the younger girls. That and the fully loaded bar was what he used, aside from the fact that he was an ugly man in the first place who somehow knew how to charm the ladies. For Liz, that was well over two years ago shortly after she retired from the school system, working in the front office. Since then, she found it hard to just "relax and enjoy life."

Instead, she decided to get a part-time job in the grocery store deli and workout daily. Other than that, she simply enjoyed working in her garden and taking care of Pussytail. Ever so often, a couple of Liz's friends would drop by, try and talk her into stepping out for ladies night at a local bar, or go play bingo.

With Liz being a black woman with little to no patience for men and their "tired ass lies," as she put it, the idea of meeting a good man in a bar was the furthest thing from her mind. The last time she went out was shortly after breaking up with the limo driver. Liz met a man while working behind the deli one day. The man was a few years younger than her, average looking with medium height and build, white. He asked her out on a date, she accepted, then found herself bored to death as they sat the bar of a club one night. After buying Liz a couple of glasses of red wine, Steve talked Liz into getting out on the dance floor. Everything was fine while they grooved to a few fast songs, but all hell nearly broke loose during their first slow dance. Within the first ten seconds of the slow dance, Steve's hands followed his eyes down to Liz's ass.

At first, Liz felt okay about it, until Steve outright nibbled on her ear before whispering "you should let me knock the dust off that ass back there."

"What!" Liz shouted before smacking Steve so hard the DJ stopped the music and everyone on the dance floor looked around in time to see Steve hit the dance floor on his back. Liz stormed out of the club and never went back. However, when she got home, she stormed through the front door nearly stepping on Pussytail, and went straight for the kitchen. Liz poured herself a big glass of red wine, took off her sweater, then her shirt. Something about what happened turned her on in a freaky sort of way and she all but ran to her bedroom. Once she got to her room and sat on the bed, she took a big gulp of wine then started laughing.

"Got-Damn it!" she shouted out with laughter, "Ain’t nobody touch me like that since homecoming weekend in college." Liz took another drink of wine then sprawled out on her bed, remembering that homecoming night in college over twenty years ago. Liz was barely twenty-one at the time, a late bloomer so to speak since she took a year off from school after high school. Liz's eyes closed with a smile, as the first scene to pop into her head included her slow dancing with her date. Her date was a tall light-skinned guy, a biracial mix of black and white, basketball player. His name was Drew Styles, and Liz admired his style for three years before he finally noticed her.  Liz remembered resting her head on the chest of who everyone thought would be the Homecoming King, but he lost. Regardless, he was a king to Liz, free to take his queen and do whatever he wanted- and he did. After the slow jam ended, Drew smiled down at Liz with bedroom and eyes, asking "you wanna' get out of here, go chill?" At first, Liz was nervous because she didn't know what to say, yet she wasn't ready to say no. "I'm ready when you are," she replied, surprising herself because no guy had ever had such an effect on her. Next thing Liz knew, she was in Drew's apartment off campus, in his bedroom. They stood at the foot of his bed with candles burning and slow jams playing- naked with lips locked. Liz was ready, but became nervous as her hand slipped down between them and she rubbed something long, hard, and pulsing in her hand. Her eyes opened wide as she looked down and saw how hung and hard he was, assuming that a regular ruler wasn't enough to measure the rock hard dick she held in her hand.  "There ya' go, baby, go 'head," Drew whispered as his hands gently held her face, then ushered her down.

Before Liz knew it, she was on the floor on both knees kissing, stroking, then sucking his dick. The more she tasted him, the more she got into it and he started pumping his cock in and out her mouth. She almost puked a couple of times because it was the first dick she ever sucked- and his was huge. Finally, he realized she was a rookie and decided to change things up. Next thing Liz knew, they were on his bed, spooned with Drew holding one of her legs up in the air while she lay on her side. His dick was long that he was several inches behind yet beside her, and it still reached the pussy. Slowly, he eased in closer and with each additional dick added inside her, her legs rattled and bucked. "Easy baby," she pleaded with a sweet voice that only seemed to excite him even more. Drew wasn't her first, but the first guy Liz slept with was a Freshman in high school, the two of them virgins. Nevertheless, her first time could never compare to the dick that was now more than halfway in, digging deeper inside her at a faster rate that suddenly made her cum. Liz came so hard that she clawed the headboard and broke a couple of nails. After she came and calmed down, Drew turned her over onto her back and slid it all the way in. Liz gasped for air as if to choke, but she caught her breath and took it like a champ. The bed started shaking, then knocking with the headboard mostly likely leaving dents. "I can't take anymore," Liz moaned unconvincingly as Drew reared back and gave her three deep hard thrusts that set Liz off in the best way. "Oh shit, fuck me baby, fuck me, I'm jizzing again," Liz warned Drew as he too finally started to moan.

"Oh yeah, pussy's good baby, pussy's good," Drew confirmed.

Not long after, Drew and Liz were both jizzing and screaming at the same time, grabbing

and clinching each other for dear life. Once they came together, they both exhaled and collapsed on the bed beside each other. However, Drew wasn't done. The next thing Liz knew, Drew was kissing his way down her legs, until his tongue was between her legs.

"What are you doing?" Liz asked,because no man had ever gone down on her.

"Well," Drew began to answer, "I figured I'd return the favor, unless you don't want me too."

"No, no, that's cool," Liz replied. "It's just that, nobody has ever done that to me before," Liz concluded.

"Believe it or not, I've never done this before neither," Drew replied with sexy sense of adventure. They both grew silent with passionate eyes fixed on each other, until Liz smiled and relaxed her legs- then Drew lowered his face and went to work. Upon impact, Drew's tongue startled the hell out of Liz. After that, the following licks felt so good that her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her fists clenched the sheets. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide and locked on the ceiling above as she came again- lips quivering in unison with the flickering candlelight.

Liz felt something licking her fingers, but it wasn't the same. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find Pussytail beside on her on the bed, licking her fingers.

"Pussytail," Liz said in shock. "Alright, alright, I'll go get you some more food," Liz told her cat. Liz rolled out of bed with a smile, as she followed the cat out of her bedroom. "After I feed you, momma's gon' get cleaned up and and step out for a bit," Liz decided with a grin. Liz was dressed and ready to go, waiting just her opened front door. Wearing a nice dress skirt, blouse, and short heels, she it almost looked like she went back in time looking ten years younger. The taxi pulled up, Liz slipped on her sweater jacket, grabbed her small wallet-like purse, then closed the door. As she got in the cab, the Arab driver asked "where to miss?"

Liz thought a moment, then replied, "I'm not sure, just drive. Drive around the downtown area. I want to see if any bars are still open."

"Yes ma'am," the driver replied as he pulled away from the house. Liz knew the drive would be at least twenty minutes, but she didn't mind. She kept a stash of "play money" in the small lock box of her closet, which she mostly used for short shopping sprees or buying things to touch up her garden. Tonight, she was ready to play, get loose, enjoy herself to the fullest. The cab driver looked at Liz through the rear-view mirror with attraction. Feeling his stare, Liz looked from the passing lights on the freeway to the driver. "Something wrong?"

"No, nothings wrong, sorry," the driver apologized. "Forgive me for saying so, but you're a very nice woman. Nice looking I mean, pretty," the driver further stated. Liz wasn't sure how to take the compliment, yet the boy-like tone of the man's voice and speech, made her feel at ease.

"Thank you," Liz replied, you're not a bad looking man yourself."

"Thank you," the cabbi replied with a slight smile. "So, what is it about bars that attracts women like you?" the driver asked. "Women like me," Liz said.

"What I mean, is that you seem like a very reserved woman, one who doesn't like all the noise and games in the bar settings."

Liz looked at the driver through the rear-view mirror, explaining that "women like me have a hard time finding a good man." "Do expect to find one tonight, in a bar?" the driver asked.

"I don't know," Liz answered. "What I do know is that I'm tired of being at home all the time," Liz told him.

"Gets lonely being there with just a cat." "I see," the driver said with understanding. "What about you?" Liz asked.

The driver was surprised, yet stated "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Do you have a girlfriend, wife, friend?" Liz asked.

The driver laughed, answering "no, not me."

"Why not," Liz further inquired. "Women don't like guys like me, they like men with a lot of money and nice cars," the driver concluded. "Not all of us," Liz answered.

"Besides, I'd rather have a poor guy who's a gentleman, than a rich guy who's disrespectful."

Liz and the driver held a look at each other through the rear-view mirror.

"We'll, be there in five minutes," the driver told her. "Would you mind if stopped to get gas," the driver asked.  

"Not at all," Liz approved.

The cabbie got off at the next exit and went to a gas station he had obviously been to before. When he pulled in up to a gas pump and put the cab in park, Liz noticed something- his arm muscle. The cabbie wore an athletic type short-sleeved shirt that exposed his bicep and forearm muscles. When he stepped out of the cab, Liz noticed the tight muscular ass he had that made his jeans look like they cost a million bucks. The cab driver closed his door, then came back and opened Liz's door, asking "would you like something from the store, miss?" Liz was shocked at his kindness. It was as if she were on some sort of unplanned blind date and this guy was turning out to be the "perfect gentleman." "No thank you," Liz answered.

"And please," call me Liz, she insisted, including that "Miss makes me feel so old, and I'm trying to preserve my youth as much as possible." Liz and the cabbie both laughed then he followed-up stating that "whatever your age, Liz, I'm sure your heart is the key to the girlish qualities that will hold you for life." The driver shut the door, leaving Liz speechless and blushing. The cab driver came out of the store with a plastic bag in his hand, but Liz couldn't see the contents of it when he opened the door and put the bag on the front seat. Afterwards, he pumped about thirty dollars in gas, which he'd soon get back and more, since the meter in the cab read $37.69. Once got back in, he cranked up and pulled away. As he pulled away from the pump, he handed the plastic bag back to Liz. "Thanks, but I didn't want anything," Liz reminded him.