Erotic Stories By Jana

I’m Akayla, I’m 30, and I work as an office manager at an advertising agency in Phoenix, AZ. I’ve just gone through a double breakup--with both my best friend and my boyfriend because I caught them together in a compromising position at my house, which happened a year ago. I then received an invitation to their wedding six months later. The wedding’s at a beachside hotel and resort in a place called Pineapple Cove, California. My wedding invitation stated that I could bring a plus one.  Part of me wanted nothing to do with the two people who had betrayed me, but then again I might find my date while I’m in town for the wedding, which is three weeks from now. So I packed my bags, gassed up my convertible, drove from Phoenix to Pineapple Cove with an invitation in hand. As soon as I arrived in town, I checked into a four-star downtown hotel. I unpacked my bags, including the dress I planned on wearing to the wedding, a one-shoulder number, since the wedding’s at the beach and the rec...

  I’m Akayla, I’m 30, and I work as an office manager at an advertising agency in Phoenix, AZ. I’ve just gone through a double breakup--with both my best friend and my boyfriend because I caught them together in a compromising position at my house, which happened a year ago. I then received an invitation to their wedding six months later. The wedding’s at a beachside hotel and resort in a place called Pineapple Cove, California. My wedding invitation stated that I could bring a plus one.  Part of me wanted nothing to do the two people who had betrayed me, but then again I might find my date while I’m in town for the wedding, which is three weeks from now. So I packed my bags, gassed up my convertible, drove from Phoenix to Pineapple Cove with an invitation in hand. As soon as I arrived in town, I checked into a four-star downtown hotel. I unpacked my bags, including the dress I planned on wearing to the wedding, an one-shoulder number, since the wedding’s at the beach and the ...

  Sunday morning, sleeping in bed, except the bed belongs to Spencer Hwang, my new main squeeze. Plus, the Egyptian cotton sheets felt cool and soft against my naked body while visions of the previous night replayed in my mind.  He’s three different men in one: my next-door neighbor, my boss during the week, and my lover on weekends. Wanna know how I got there? I’ll tell you but first let me introduce myself. My name’s Daria, Daria Kent. I’m 25 and I work as an office assistant at Spencer Hwang Consulting.  It all started about two years ago, I had it all at 23: a nice downtown apartment, a full-time job, a loving family, and an up-and-coming lawyer for a boyfriend. I was a first-year student in business school when I started working at the coffeehouse, The Java Jive, where I worked as a server. The coffeehouse had a small number of employees, and I sometimes must cover their shifts, sometimes I also work until closing time. On days when I’m not serving coffee and interac...