Free The Boiling Point: A collection of erotic stories that will make your blood burn by Sarah Maven Page B

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