Erotic Stories By Jana

  Honey Lust: Whisper To Me Do you ever get the feeling that you became the heroine of your own story? Well, this was what happened in my story. My name is Corabella, Corabella Diamonique Anderson, and I’m a bookstore employee. I’m a bibliophile who thrives on coffee and pastries when I’m not taking online classes for my MA in creative writing. I work at a bookstore on Sundays-Fridays, work at a coffeehouse (I’m a barista), and also volunteer at the public library on Saturdays; I’m never without a 2-in-1 tablet, paperbacks, pens, notebooks, a messenger bag, and purse because I take them wherever I go; I’d like to read and write on my lunch breaks.  On my days off, I have a blue sleeveless t-shirt I’d like to wear that says “Boys In Books Are Better”; the main reason I’ve been wearing that shirt often was because I had just broken up with a guy I’ve dated for a year and a half named Alvin.  Alvin was an ESPN-watching, sports bar frequenting type of guy; we once went on a road trip toget

Honey Lust: Destiny’s Double Delight   I, Dr. Destiny A. Edwin, OB/GYN, started my busy week with my routine of exercise, breakfast, and work. I have my own successful OB/GYN practice. You could say “I’m the doctor who cares about your downstairs.” I care very much about both the staff and my patients. I’m probably the only OB/GYN in Atlanta who buys condoms in bulk and also brings a box to the local health department. Success aside, I was about to be a single woman because I had gone through the process of divorcing my husband, Dr. Colin Post. We had met in college, married after completing our residencies, both opened up medical practices, long story short, our marriage was healthy until Colin fell off.   Our marriage problems began when Colin and I had both opened our practices; his general practice had struggled while my OB/GYN practice thrived. When it came to who caused the most problems in the marriage, Colin did the most with his cheating, his emotional neediness, wanting to

Honey Lust: Body & Soul My name is Carmelita Oliver, I’m a gamer/anime fangirl/cosplayer/comic book fan who also works two jobs: retail at a video game store and a cashier at a comic book store. When I’m not assisting customers or giving out recommendations, I like to design lingerie and I also create cosmetic makeup looks inspired by both anime and video games. I also like to read manga, compete in video game competitions, learn Japanese, and attend comic conventions. I’m not only a geek, nerd, and a gamer, but I’m also a thick and curvy chocolate girl who loves to play with makeup. I often imagine myself as an anime girl because the girls in anime cartoons are cute, sexy, and dangerous. I love my jobs at the comic book and video game stores, I especially love to wear costumes for when new games or comics come out, which means plenty of photo ops for the patrons. I once had a boyfriend who loved video games and cosplay as much as I do. His name was Darnell and we met while wor

Honey Lust: Ride Me (a Jay Park fanfic) My name’s Kiyana, Kiyana Laqueena Lawrence, I’m 25 and I work the front desk at a hotel in downtown Charlotte. I had recently graduated from college with a degree in hospitality with a minor in business from the University of North Carolina. This hotel I currently work at is called The Pleasurable Palace, which is also called “The Blasian Bordello” because many of the guests are Blasian couples, whether it’s Asian men and black women or Asian women and black women. Sometimes, there would be a few black men/Asian women couples come by the hotel at night; whether for a romantic weekend, a quickie, or a secret encounter. The five-story building had been vacant for a long time until a woman named Marquisha Smith bought the building and turned it to a hotel. Like me, she has hotel work experience though she graduated from Johnson & Wales University in Florida; she had worked at several big-name hotels while I worked at only one before The Pl

Honey Lust: Whisper To Me Do you ever get the feeling that you became the heroine of your own story? Well, this was what happened in my story. My name is Corabella, Corabella Diamonique Anderson, and I’m a bookstore employee. I’m a bibliophile who thrives on coffee and pastries when I’m not taking online classes for my MA in creative writing. I work at a bookstore on Sundays-Fridays, work at a coffeehouse (I’m a barista) and also volunteer at the public library on Saturdays; I’m never without a 2-in-1 tablet, paperbacks, pens, notebooks, a messenger bag, and purse because I take them wherever I go; I’d like to read and write on my lunch breaks. On my days off, I have a blue sleeveless t-shirt I’d like to wear that says “Boys In Books Are Better”; the main reason I’ve been wearing that shirt often was because I had just broken up with a guy I’ve dated for a year and a half named Alvin. Alvin was an ESPN-watching, sports bar frequenting type of guy; we once went on a road trip to