Erotic Stories By Jana

Hey, it's Jana. Monday, April 9 is my birthday. It would mean so much if you can send me birthday wishes and all.

LOCATION: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil MISSION: To go undercover as a sexy Russian assassin in order to stop an assassination attempt of the president. I arrived at Rio de Janeiro on my newest SECTION A mission. I went undercover as an assassin from Moscow, Russia named Elena Muskyaya. My mission to infiltrate and stop an assassination attempt on El Presidente, Miguel Fernando Hernandez. According to my SECTION A contacts, a political group being led by Lisa ”La Intrusa” Sanchez and Cisco “El Cobra” Canseco are planning to assassinate Hernandez at the start of Carnaval this week. As with any mission I do, I have my weapons, gadgets, and a hot wardrobe. My weapons and gadgets for this mission are a Smith & Wesson with a silencer, a .22 caliber, a stink bomb disguised as eye shadow, a silver necklace with a pendant that doubles as recorder, a smart phone with GPS, bullets, and a grappling hook that doubles as a hair clip. As for my wardrobe, I had four outfits: a sexy red dress and heels f...

I was at a dance club where they dance the salsa and all kinds of Latin dancing. I thought about trying something new that night. I wore my favorite dress, a red baby doll dress with a neckline that showed my cleavage and a skirt shows off my legs and red stiletto heels. My medium-length black hair had volume with curled ends. The Latin music playing was lively and everyone’s dancing, enjoying themselves. I was standing at the bar, listening to the music. Then, I heard a male voice behind me. I turned around and there was this sexy, tall, dark, handsome Latino man standing in front of me. He looked at me with those deep, soulful brown eyes. He asked “Would you like to dance?” I accepted his invitation as he led me to the dance floor. He introduced himself to me as Carlos. Once we were on the dance floor, we were dancing the salsa. I never thought that a fine, hot Latino like Carlos would be very interested in me, a black BBW. But then again, I find him very sexy, about as sexy as eithe...

(Based on the CSI: Crime Scene Investigation episode “Compulsion” from Season Five) After he and his colleagues wrapped up the murder investigation, forensic geek Greg Sanders went to his place to shower and changed clothes. Once he did that, he decided to return to the Hogs N Heifers Convention at the Tropicana, only this time as a guest. He wore a black turtleneck under a black leather jacket with dark blue jeans and black shoes. He walked into the hotel where there he meets this big beautiful angel walking into the hotel. She had long, flowing, straight, black hair and had incridescent blue eyes that could melt a freezer full of frozen Snicker bars that went with her peaches-and-cream complexion. She was wearing a red dot rhinestone button top and Baby Phat jeans with a very dark rinse that fitted her 5-foot-4, 220 lb. frame. On her feet were black platform buckle boots. She said, “Fancy meeting you here.” Greg turned around and saw her. “Wow, you look great. I’m Greg as in Greg San...

I was driving my car, a silver SAAB Convertible, to my cousin’s engagement party in the city one fine day. On my way there, my car started having trouble and then broke down. I began panicking and freaking out as soon as I got out of my car. Then, I saw a tow truck driving my way. Driving the tow truck was a good-looking guy with dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He smiled and then said to me “Having a little car trouble?” I looked and said, “Why yes I am.” He said, “I’ll be glad to have your car fixed. The shop’s a few blocks down.” The tag on his blue jumpsuit said Tom. He got out of the tow truck and began placing the hook on to my car. After that, Tom then opened the door for me. He said, “Hop in”. I got into the truck and then Tom got in after me. We drove over to the mechanic shop/garage. In an instant, Tom began work on my car. I got out my cell phone and called my mom who was the hotel along with my numerous relatives and friends and told her that I was in the city and m...

I walked on over to my boyfriend AJ’s house, ready to spend a very romantic evening with him. “Hey baby. How are you doing?” He said as opened the door and let me in. “I’m doing just fine, baby.” I said to him. He was wearing a blue tank top that showed off his tattooed arms and wore jeans and sneakers. He looked at me with those brown eyes of his. I sat on the couch and relaxed while he went into the kitchen. Not long, he came back and offered me a glass of ginger ale and he got himself the same thing being sober and all. Once we drank our ginger ales, AJ had a look of passion in his eyes as he carefully put down our glasses when he started to kiss my lips. His hands rested on the sides of my face then slowly fell to my hips. I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth while still kissing me. We continued to kiss as he lifted me from the couch and we made our way to the bedroom. My arms were wrapped around his neck. Once we were in the bedroom, AJ unsnapped my blue blouse while he was kiss...

Brian and I were on a date. We went out to dinner, then window shopped, and talked. After our date, we went over to his place for a nightcap. He asked, “Would you like a glass of wine?” I said, “I would love some. Thank you.” To me, Brian seems like the sweetest and most romantic guy I ever known. I thought the same thing to myself while Brian was in the kitchen. Brian came out of the kitchen and came back with two glasses of white wine. He first offered me a glass and got himself one. We both had a few small sips. He couldn’t believe how stunning I had looked tonight, especially in my little black dress with stockings and heels. We were looking into each other’s eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world in my opinion.” Brian said smiling at me. I took one small sip and then he was looking into my brown eyes with passion burning in his blue eyes. He gently took my free hand and led me to the dining room. I sat on the dining room table. Brian stood in front of me. He carefully...

All stories that I have writtern are entirely FICITIONAL! Same goes for my fan fics. Just thought you should know. Jana, the authoress

Sabrina was sound asleep in her bed in house one morning. She had her boyfriend Nick come over the night before and they had made passionate, sweet love that had lasted almost the entire night. To Nick, she was always looked beautiful and so sweet, even in sleep. He was awake and had a plan to give Sabrina a sexy wake up call. Knowing that she was asleep on her stomach, Nick started with soft caresses on top of her head, stroking her shoulder-length blonde hair that felt like silk through his fingers. He smoothed the hair to the side as he softly kissed the back and the sides of her neck. His fingers made soft traces down from her nape to her spine down to her perfect, shapely bottom once he slowly removed the sheet from her skinny, naked body. His hands cupped her bottom while planting soft kisses on it. Then, his tongue made soft licks up to her neck and down her back. He could hear Sabrina slightly stirring. Nick said, “Shhhhh. Just keep your beautiful blue eyes closed, baby.” Nick ...

LOCATION: Somewhere in the Middle East, mainly Iraq ALIAS: Dana Fairweather a.k.a “Desert Fox” of US ARMY Search and Rescue My newest mission had me crossing enemy lines. With help from the U.S. Army, I had to go undercover to rescue an Army Reserve soldier, Capt. Doug Miller, who was kidnapped and attacked by a terrorist group similar to Al-Quaeda, the Al-Fraida. My boss at headquarters thought it would one of my best missions, especially because I’m rescuing a soldier while our country’s military are still fighting with Iraq in the war. According to files, Miller was last seen trying to deliver supplies and aid to victims when Al-Fraida attacked and kidnapped him on the spot. Now they want to kill him. So I had to go undercover, find and destroy the Al-Fraida, and rescue Capt. Miller. My alias is Dana Fairweather of the US ARMY Search and Rescue Division a.k.a “Desert Fox”. According to files, Miller has been in the Army Reserve for 3 years and lives in San Diego, California. He also...

Girl it's only UHave it your way And if U want U can decide And if you'll have me I can provide everything that U desire Said if U get a feeling Feeling that I am feeling Won't U come closer 2 me baby, You've already got me right where U want me baby I just wanna be your man How does it feel How does it feel Said I wanna know how does it feel How does it feel How does it feel It was a calm, cool night. I was inside my house, all warm and toasty under a blanket on the sofa in my living room while watching a movie on TV. Then, I heard a knock on my door. As I opened the door, AJ came in with white roses in his hand. I looked at him and said, “AJ, what are you doing here in my house?” He looked at me, gave me the flowers “I got these flowers for you. I came here because I want to talk to you.” I said, “Thanks for the flowers. They’re lovely.” He said, “They’re lovely just like you.” We moved over to the sofa and AJ sat next to me. He was looking into my deep brown eyes whi...

Tasha was asleep in her large bed one night. She was very exhausted from a long, hard day at work. All she wore in her bed were a white satin nightshirt and matching lace bikini panties. Her shoulder-length brown hair rested on the pillow as she was sleeping on her side. Even though she was asleep, Tasha heard footsteps. It was her boyfriend Victor. He slowly and quietly walked into her bedroom. With his hand, he began caressing her foot and then up to her thigh. He felt the soft, smooth, sweetly scented skin of her body. Carefully, he laid her on her back. His lips softly began kissing her face down to her neck. He caressed and then unbuttoned her satin nightshirt. His hands had caressed every inch of her hourglass-shaped body. With his tongue, he softly licked her belly button before planting light kisses of her stomach. His hands were touching her thighs, hips, and legs. With his tongue, he lightly licked both of her thighs. Victor touched her upward from her stomach to her breasts....

LOCATION: St. Petersburg, Russia ALIAS: Miranda Davenport, sex historian from New York City MISSION: Find and retrieve a stolen sex journal belonging to Catherine The Great and catch the thieves. For this mission, I traveled to St. Petersburg. When I arrived there, it was really cold. I came out of the plane, wearing a long black wool coat, a red peasant blouse, and a black knee-length stretch cotton skirt with a three-inch slit on the side and red knee-length faux suede boots. Under my dark brown hair was a black wig with hair down to my neck. According the case file, someone has stolen a sex journal that once belonged to Catherine The Great two nights before. The journal was to be part of an exhibit on Russia’s royalty at the city’s art and history museum. The last time I heard of a robbery in Russia was when someone stole a massive collection of Faberge eggs that once belonged to the Romanovs. I got to my hotel room after leaving the airport. I even had a dress to wear to the museum...

After the huge success of the premiere issue of Fantasies for Women, the magazine had thrown a big party to celebrate the joyous occasion. Tessa Williams, the magazine’s editor-in-chief, was amazed at the photos Wendy and me took. She was so impressed she wanted us to take photos for the next issue. Tessa said the next issue will feature men in (and out) of uniform and Wendy and I will get to take pictures of firemen, policemen, and military men (sailors, army men, navy SEALS, air force men, etc.) while the magazine interviews them. We were very excited and couldn’t wait to take photos of men in uniform. The next week, we went to work on the shoot. We first went to a firehouse and started taking photos of this sexy fireman named Ryan. Under his fireman’s uniform lies a hunky, sexy, brave, All-American guy. First, I photographed Ryan in his fireman uniform; jacket, helmet, pants, suspenders, and all. He even told Wendy and I of how he stripped and lap danced for charity the week before....

LOCATION: Rome, Italy MISSION: To seduce and catch a jewel thief and to stop another jewel heist from happening. I arrived at Rome. Other than the mission, I thought of so many things about Rome, like the architecture, the history, the romance, the food, the wine, and the art. I even liked the language. My alias was Alyssa Solomon, a jewelry buyer/designer from Los Angeles. I was staying at a suite. I even got a costume to wear for the carnival coming up, a big, flowing, black satin dress with red satin trim with a corseted-bodice, long, floor-length ballroom skirt with red tulle over it, black 6-inch stilettos with rhinestones, long, flowing peasant sleeves, and a black mask with red lace trim around to match my costume. The jewel thief in question is named Simon Weatherton. According to the CIA files, he’s an expert jewel thief who goes by the name of Harold Felton claiming to own and operate an upscale jewelry boutique in the UK, hailing from London. He was last seen stealing extrem...

One night, I was sitting in my home, listening to a mix CD of soft music on my CD player. The love songs made me think of my lover Brandon. I nearly fell asleep, listening to the music when I heard knocking on my door. I opened the door and there was Brandon. He had a bag in his hand. I was so glad to see him. We sat down on the loveseat. He handed me a box from the bag and said to me “I bought you something.” I smiled as I opened to see what was inside. I opened the box and saw these three sashes. One was soft pink and the other two were lilac. All three of the sashes were made of 100% silk which made them very, very soft to the touch. The soft pink was the deluxe sash and it had a Swarovski crystal butterfly on it. “You like?” Brandon asked. I said, “I love them! But what are they?” I said with glee. He told me those were bondage sashes. I was astounded. Brandon said, “I looked at and felt the silk and it made me think of you. Your soft skin and just the feel of your body makes want ...

I love my job as the photographer for Fantasies For Women magazine. It’s like Playgirl meets Cosmopolitan , but with more photos and stuff. My name’s Kristy Garrison. I was so excited about to do photo work for the magazine’s debut issue. My first photo op was a photo shoot for the cover and centerfold with an up-and-coming male supermodel named Frederico Di Pellani from Italy. He was tall, dark, buff, and handsome. He had short, black hair, deep, soulful chocolate brown eyes, chiseled face, and a sexy little smile. When he arrived, he smiled at me and then kissed my hand. He was almost as sexy as either Fabio or Antonio Sabato Jr. For the photo shoot, Frederico was to be a biker on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. He came out with a black leather jacket, no shirt, black leather boots, and black leather chaps over tight, dark jeans. I thought to myself I bet all the men in Italy are so fine; Michelangelo’s David would probably wear clothes. I got my 35 MM camera ready as he got on the mo...

I’m on a new mission. My assignment was to go undercover, get information, and take down this mob called the Devil Rays. According to the case file, they reside in New York City. They’re not like any of the mobs in The Godfather movies or The Sopranos . They’re not Italian-American, they don’t have a lot of men, not everyone’s related in this mob, they don’t have nicknames, and they do more robbing than whacking. They were a small mob of five men. Plus, they’re an uptown mob. I flew over to New York City. I was going by the alias Delilah Garrett who comes from Miami, Florida as a one-woman mafia and I was staying at the Doubletree Suites. Through my CIA contacts, I had managed to find more information on the Devil Rays. I found out that all five members are from upper- to upper-middle class families. Aside from living uptown, they do charity work and they had only committed one crime: robbing seven millionaires in the Hamptons at a country club benefit, stealing jewelry, cash, etc. Bu...

I was on a mission. My name is Denise Fallon and I'm a spy for the CIA. My mission was to get information. I was driving my black BMWconvertible and I had to enter this house with many guards. There were two in the garden, one near upstairs, and one in the first floor where the computer is with the information and maybe a surprise.I was dressed in stealth mode for this mission, wearing a black leather corset and pants, black boots, and leather gloves. I not only looked dangerous, but I also feel dangerous because I was armed with a .32 caliber, pepper spray, and a stun gun. To men, I'm sexy,elegant, and a really good lover. I arrived at the house and a guard was inside who was armed with a machine gun. In order to get in the house, I had to seduce him. I did just that by unhooking my corset and whisper dirty talk to his ear. While doing that, I got my gun and hit him in the back of the head with it. The other guard heard me so I shoot him twice and he fell to the floor.My surp...

Tasha was looking forward to seeing AJ for a private picnic. They have been best friends for such a long time, at least ten years. AJ met with Tasha at the beach. They sat on a big, red and white blanket and began feeding each other different foods from the basket. AJ said to her “This was a great idea, having a picnic.” Tasha replied, “Yeah, especially with a best friend.” They were just smiling at each other. Lately, AJ has been having feelings for her. He was always there for her. He was her rock and her shoulder to cry on. He was even there for her when she got stood up at the altar because her fiancé Gerald had an affair at the bachelor party on the day before the wedding. While Tasha was eating, AJ looked into her eyes and said, “Tasha, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time, but I’m starting to have feelings for you.” Tasha had finished eating to look at AJ. She asked, “You have feelings for me?” AJ said, “I know we’ve been best friends for such a long time, but I ha...