Erotic Stories By Jana

Alana Fowler, a single 26-year old baker/dessert entrepreneur, was in her apartment in midtown Atlanta, thinking up ideas for cakes for her bakery called Sinfully Sweet and Decadent. Her bakery has cupcakes, layer cakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls, and other desserts so rich that would make even a hardcore aerobic addict want to cheat on their diet. Her first new idea was a new vanilla layer cake that was beyond vanilla. She was already in the kitchen, writing down dessert ideas and recipes. Despite being a successful baker, she was also single. She had a serious relationship with her boyfriend of 4 years, a pharmacist named Phil. But recently, they had ulltimately split up for various reasons. (Cheated on her with a friend of hers, was jealous of her success, etc.) After the breakup, she focused her energy on her career and went out more with her friends. She also embraced her full-figured, size 18 self. She's a plus size woman who loves food, loves to cook and bake, and has the stoc...

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It was a bitterly cold, windy, clear winter night. On the outside, it was 30 degrees or lower. I was in my bedroom in my small house. The heater in my house that normally works went and shut down on me. I already felt like I was freezing. I stood by my bedroom window and looked at the luminous full moon in the clear nightsky. After looking at the moon, I looked outside and there I saw a werewolf jump through my bedroom window. He was drawn to me and my womanly, voluptuous curves under my red silky nightgown. I turned around as I witnessed the werewolf transform into human. Jacob was tall with short, black hair, deep brown eyes, tanned Native American skin, and a ripped body. He whispered, "I'm drawn to you." as he softly kissed my lips and touched my shoulders. I could taste his warm animal lips heating up mine. He could taste the vanilla ice cream and hot chocolate in my mouth as we kissed. His warm hands caressed the silk of my nightgown. He pulled me close to his warm...

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It was a bitterly cold, windy, clear winter night. On the outside, it was 30 degrees or lower. I was in my bedroom in my small house. The heater in my house that normally works went and shut down on me. I already felt like I was freezing. I stood by my bedroom window and looked at the luminous full moon in the clear nightsky. After looking at the moon, I looked outside and there I saw a werewolf at my bedroom window. He was drawn to me and my womanly, voluptuous curves under my red silky nightgown. I listened as my bedroom door opened. I turned around I witnessed the werewolf transform into human. He was tall with short, black hair, deep brown eyes, tanned Native American skin, and a ripped body. He whispered, "I'm drawn to you." as he softly kissed my lips and touched my shoulders. I could taste his warm animal lips heating up mine. He could taste the vanilla ice cream and hot chocolate in my mouth as we kissed. His warm hands caressed the silk of my nightgown. He pulle...

A smoky room, a small cafe They come to hear you play And drink and dance the night away I sit out in the crowd And close my eyes Dream you're mine But you don't know You don't even know that I am there I was at a coffeehouse, sipping my vanlilla caramel cappuccino when I listened to this lovely music that was being played. At first, I thought it was the music that was being played over the sound system. But then I turned around and there was this short Latin hunk with short, black hair and soulful dark brown eyes. He was playing with his guitar. I watched him play a soft, romantic melody with the guitar. To me, it would sound like the beat for a sexy, sensual, slow Latin ballad. I watched hold it as he played with it. I briefly imagined myself being held in his arms in the way he was holding his guitar. I then turned away as I finished drinking my cappuccino, thinking he wouldn't notice me. A few minutes later, the Latin hunk walked up to me at my table. He introduced ...