Erotica: Join The Fun: 7 Erotic Stories Collection

By Rod Polo

He was busy reading the news on the couch when she appeared behind the bedroom door.
Her hair was not tied and was carelessly flowing from her shoulder to her waist.
She looked absolutely amazing and delicate.
His eyes grew dark at the sight of his seductive girlfriend and went to grab her but she resisted, "Not too quick honey.
Just sit back and relax while I entertain you," she said.
He surrendered and laughed, "Okay, the spotlight is on you honey."

7 Erotic Stories Collection.

1. My Friend’s Daughter
2. The Babysitter’s Secret
3. The Night with Her Professor
4. Seducing The Virgin Next Door
5. Neighbor’s Naughty Secret
6. Obsession with Best Friend’s Daddy
7. An Erotic Time At The Beach

For Mature Audiences Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rod Polo
• Release date: Oct 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005717889

Rod Polo

Rod Polo

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Erotica: Join The Fun: 7 Erotic Stories Collection

By Rod Polo

Copyright@2020 by Rod Polo

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

 It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Table of Contents

Erotica: Join The Fun: 7 Erotic Stories Collection

My Friend’s Daughter

The Babysitter’s Secret

The Night with Her Professor

Seducing The Virgin Next Door

Neighbor’s Naughty Secret

Obsession with Best Friend’s Daddy

An Erotic Time At The Beach

My Friend’s Daughter

It was like a dream to me. I mean, I could literally see it happening in the slowest form possible. Imagine watching a movie and it gets to that part you really want to be sure of, so you slow down the movie pace. Well, just like that, I felt my life slow down too when she stood before me, pull on my jacket to force me into bending, so she could reach me with ease.

Her lips were on mine the next second; so soft and warm. Tasted like vanilla, maybe it was her lipstick’s flavor. The situation I was in was something I couldn’t be the judge of. A part of me want her, another part was saying something about her being Fred’s daughter, would he mind me and his daughter, together?

I tried muttering out some words, to express my opinion on this matter but she paid no attention. Pulling me in once again, as I got drunk of her lips, I could feel her tongue twirling around mine. It was finally going to go down and I remember how we came to this position.

A few days back, a man in his fifties, sat in a bar. He had drinks prepared for two, which signified that he was either waiting for someone. Soon, another man, definitely early thirties, came to join him at his table. I am that man and my name is Francis.

What’s up Fred? How have you been?

Hey Francis, I am good. Was just waiting on you so we could watch the games together. 

On the display TV in the bar, the bartender switched the channel and it was the games that was on. Francis and Fred watched closely as they took their drinks. The football match was tough and intense as each team struggled to get a goal in the opponent’s net.

Soon, the match was over, and it had ended in a draw.

Well, that was… intense

What do you expect, when the best player in that team is equal to the least in my team?

Here we go again. This is Fred’s favorite part of every game we watch together, the aftermath. He would always criticize the losing team and the winning team, sometimes. He is a die-hard Real Madrid Football club fan.

You know Francis, whenever I see games like this, it hurts me that these players ignore training and just come out to display utter nonsense.

Oh Fred, do you mean to say that these players don’t train as much as the players of the club you support or as much as Cristiano Ronaldo?

That question was really a strike on the nail’s head. Since I had known Fred, he used to be a Manchester United Football club fan, but the moment his "favorite player, Cristiano Ronaldo, moved to the Spanish giant, Real Madrid, to play in the Spanish League, La Liga, he had also moved too.

He claimed that his reason for moving was because he enjoyed the competition of players in the La Liga, unlike the English premier league, but I very well knew it was because of Cristiano Ronaldo, his favorite player.

I and Fred had met some ten years back. Then, we worked with an accounting firm. I was new and was assigned under him. He was to be my mentor and I, his successor at his post. We had gotten close to each other because we shared similar ideas.

Some six years later, we had both resigned to face what we really had in mind. And as you have it, we were pretty much successful in our business. He and I have been partners in the business for a while, hence, our relationship.

Francis my friend, football is a game of love and passion. And there is no better player than Cristiano Ronaldo.

Oh! You don’t say. Then where do you place Lionel Messi? Come on Fred don’t act ignorant because you love a certain player. Messi is better and you know it.

Yeah right, says the guy who doesn’t leave his house and complains of being single.

Ouch Fred, that hurt.

Look Francis, just like you who doesn’t go out much, Lionel Messi chooses not to leave Spain. The test of a good player is how he can adjust to a team at any situation and his contributions to making the team achieve victories and trophies.

Fred had struck me were it hurt, my single life. I guess this was payback for what I had said to him earlier, but I wasn’t backing out easily. This argument had just begun.

Okay, let me give you some facts Fred. Unlike your favorite player, Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi works to bring the team to standard during training and is more of a team player. He chooses to give assists and makes sure to carry everyone on the team along. On top of that, you need to check out his skills. He is the perfect combination of talent and hard-work.

What! Have you seen Cristiano’s training schedule? He is so disciplined. Come on Francis, I thought you already knew that anything is possible with Cristiano Ronaldo? If you want to talk about achievements, let’s take a trip down memory lane; as you know, Cristiano Ronaldo, unlike your favorite player, Lionel Messi, has played in giant clubs in football. Taking from his time in Manchester United to his time currently in Real Madrid. And as you have it, in each of these teams, it is reportedly recorded that his teams have a record of winning the UEFA Champions League. Just take a look at such incredible record Francis. If your so called best player can achieve such feat, then I would be forced to bow.

Who cares about moving from one team to the other I questioned? If it’s about winning the UEFA Champions League, Barca has a record of that too, I protested.

I wasn’t going to accept that this argument was going against me. I had lost this time and it was obvious.

What I am talking about, Francis, isn’t completely versed on the fact that they won the UEFA Champions League. Sure, that’s a great achievement in its own feet but where my points lie are in the fact that he, Cristiano Ronaldo, can move to a different team and successfully be of great impact to winning the league. That, as a matter of fact is what I call brilliance. Just a player can give as much, a positive difference in result, after joining a new team. That, Francis, is just so fascinating. 

That was the final shot. I had completely lost this time around. All the odds were in Fred’s favor. I snorted out and replied him, 

Whatever you say is your opinion. To me, and all other understanding and reasonable fans out there, Lionel Messi is definitely the world best player.

Fred just let out a sigh and smiled.

Don’t forget, it’s your turn to pay today.

I wasn’t going to at first, since I had lost in that very important argument but there was nothing I could do. Overtime, he had become my best friend and was one of the very few people who could actually get on my nerves.

As if trying to console me, he said,

Lionel Messi is still a great player, one of the very best I must say, so don’t beat yourself up kid

He just knew how to get me in a better mood. I signaled fort the waiter and paid for the drinks and all we had taken. After a few exchanges with the waiter, I walked out the bar with Fred.

We lived in a very rich neighborhood and had good scenery. The bar wasn’t exactly far from where we lived. That’s right, we were neighbors.

In a few minutes, we were standing before Fred’s house entrance.

Hi Cynthia 

A woman came out of Fred’s house, his wife to be exact, Cynthia. She was probably in her early fifties, but she still looked good.

She had a good figure and was still radiating with beauty. Fred was lucky. He had struck gold when he went wife hunting. 

Once she got closer to our position, I could see a little of the wrinkles forming on her face, giving away her age. But even at that, she still looked good.

Hey Francis, the regular hang out at the bar, right? she asked.

With a casual nod, I replied. She stood beside Fred, gave him a