Eroticas & Emotions: A Short Story Collection

She’d never imagined herself as a woman who’d do this. She always looked at herself as a woman who’d wait for the right guy as everyone around her talked about. Now she wondered if the fantasy her parents gave her ever existed. But now she was here; in a different continent, place, space, and people. Surrounded but alone so was it a matter of morals and shame anymore? She’d already done the ‘sin’ when she booked him. She didn’t even bother to look at his name just “Honey” That was his alias and that’s what she would call him.

It sounded strange on her tongue “Honey” she said her face turning red. It was an odd feeling. She paced around her living room in her nightgown. Thinking, wondering, impatiently pacing around for the clock to read six-thirty in the evening. Growing up in a conservative household, she was always told "Sex workers were no different than muddy puddles of dirty rain." They were indifferent to cockroaches and deserved no humane treatment. But now, she wondered if it was ever true, as a person who can think rationally. She did not believe there were ever good or bad guys.

There were just people.

And the desire of survival.

As the clock struck half past five in the evening, Akira finally sat herself down on the sofa, tired of all the nervous pacing. She started questioning why she called this call boy. Should she cancel? Does she have to be ashamed? Is it too bad to desire sex even if it is with a stranger? "Am I desiring sex? Or am I wanting the warmth of another person because I can't let anyone with my walls so high?". Akira decided maybe cooking something for the guy could be nice, she didn't know what exactly to do. It is strange for her to lose her virginity to a call boy but even in such a strange yet common situation; it didn't feel common for her, she felt it was a catalyst for her; something that may change her perspective. Good or bad. She didn't know what she wanted to expect nor she felt like she should. She just wanted her nerves to calm, so she ended up baking a cake as time passed to six thirty. The doorbell rang.

*ring* *ring*

Akira walked towards the door to open it yet, stopped right in her tracks. She was still doubting if this was a good idea. To give it to a call boy who sleeps with several women, a guy who she doesn't know. No different to a fuck boy

*ring**ring*

No. What is she thinking? She booked him out of her own volition and choice. It is just her nervousness getting to her!

*ring**ring*

Akira, at the third sound of the bell finally opens the door, to be greeted by a man in a hoodie. She looked at him in silence for a profound moment, he was; perfect. Akira looked at him, blank on what to say, ask, or do, it is not like anyone prepares you or gets you a pep talk on how to let in a call boy. A pretty one, to say the least, she looked at him up and down, flabbergasted, he looked like a sculpture craved by a woman who came to life, a true beauty that she may have never seen in a woman or man she liked before. Yet, he had a mature face, you could tell by looking at him he was in his thirties or late twenties the least

"So...... are you like a good guy?" she said without any thought crossing her head.

Silence. She could see the man was taken aback and extremely flustered "Ma'am -" now realizing as the cogs in her brain turned she finally reverted "No personal information. My bad. I am just very nervous" her voice full of embarrassment as she crumples her green slip dress, fisting her hand into a ball. The man seemed to notice her embarrassment and behavior for him it was no mistake this woman hadn't ever booked a call boy before this yet, another worry was him lingering outside longer than he was supposed to. Both of them were lucky this is an apartment complex otherwise some neighbor must have poked their nose already

"............." he didn't know what to say. No training guide prepared you for such kind of awkward conversations "Can I-" he paused and let the poor woman look him in the eye "Come inside, at least?"

Akira nodded, flustered at her endeavors with conversations not having quite the success since she was a child. Regardless she let him in "Take your shoes off and come in" she requested as he complied. Hiro or Honey as he went by as his alias, was a man of the ripe age of thirty - two. He used to be a salesman working himself in evident drowning in smoking by the time he was twenty-five. He cannot quite recall how he became a call boy or a 'rent boyfriend' but for him; he was much more sane and in better health than he was in a "respectful" job. He no longer smokes, surely he lives in a smaller apartment but he is happier just being the way he is. As twisted as it may sound. He came in settling himself on the floor of the living room, wondering why the house smelled like freshly baked cake for him, this was the first time he'd ever come into a house where he didn't just feel like a sex toy but rather like a "friend". His trail of thought process was creeping him out as he was restless with this kind of comfort.

Meanwhile, Akira was pacing around nervously in her kitchen, slowly removing the cake from the microwave, restless as she put it on the kitchen counter "Maybe I should let my primal instincts get the best of me" she spoke to herself. With no thought and only adrenaline to keep her actions, she faced Hiro "Honey, let's get to bed" startled by her sudden courage, he nodded his head "Please, lead the way ma'am" he said. Walking behind her he noticed and admired her back, it was toned, well toned to the point he could see the muscles as her arms moved, he didn't know what he felt but he couldn't deny she was truly resembling a Goddess in disguise because of her muscular frame. As they reached the bedroom, Akira looked at him still not thinking before acting "Strip" she ordered, taking off her own sage green slip dress feeling exposed and naked as she sat on her bed, hearing the ruffling of him taking off his clothes; feeling shy to even look at him "I am done, ma'am. What would you like for me to start with?" she looked at him, covering her breasts with her arms. Stumped. The penis was big. She didn't mean the length, she meant the girth. It was thick, and her mind said "What the hell? What is it?" and she said "Why the hell is it that damn big?" leaving the man completely awkward wondering what should he say. She snapped out of it quickly "I'm sorry. I just-" She decided if they were in a physical sense naked she might as well relay to him how she felt so he could understand her emotions better, maybe that would help the sex too.

"This is my first time with any man in the sense of sexual activities" she laughed awkwardly " I don't know what to do neither to say nor to act" She finally let her hands down, her breasts exposed; she didn't feel shy anymore as she expressed her woes "Can I have a name that isn't 'honey' ?" she finally asked.

"Hiro," he said as he walked closer, keeping his hands on her shoulder "Would you like me to take the lead? Ma'am?" he posed, Akira could feel the revelation of her saying it was her first got the man worried "Akira" she posed with her tone of gentleness "Call me Akira. To answer yes, I think it will help us" before they could get to business he said "Before we get into this, I want to make sure that what things you'd like and what not. Is there -" his speech was interrupted with Akira's sexual frustration mixed in with plethora of other emotions she felt in the moment as a 'reflex' she kissed his lips, startling herself and Hiro. What she said next didn't even make sense to her "Just read my body and fuck me" she said as a form of declaration or consent, she didn't know but Hiro knew. One thing about Hiro was he didn't immediately immerse himself in sex, he knew men and women had different approaches to it; while men were sex-crazed animals, people with the emotional turmoil that they brutalize or his favorite the ones who want to pretend the woman or man under them is their mother. Creepy isn't it? The moment was heating up, he could tell she was frustrated in the mind but he didn't know her body "I will start gentle. Try to stay calm so your body doesn't tense up" he responded to her 'declaration'. He starts by touching her breasts, gently fondling them. He was careful as he stared at Akira observing her. Akira on the other hand, sensory-wise was melting under him. That's how hot her body felt, every touch of him on her skin was something that felt it was out of a smut novel she'd read on Inkitt or Wattpad.

She felt odd in her sensation, her vagina feeling oddly tingling and pulsating as if it was alive. An itch to be scratched, she was growing impatient; she was afraid of what could happen if she lost control "Wait" she said as her breath trembled, and she felt her underwear getting wet. Hiro as per her 'command' stopped at the very moment "Yes? Is there something you'd want me to do?" he asked, politely. Hiro was at the pinnacle of getting a boner; after all despite all the behavior he built as a call boy for years, he was a man "I am scared" she put it politely "Can you just strip naked completely?" she questioned as she proceeded to take off her underwear covering her private parts with her hand. Hiro just watched her, he was horny, and her every move was pushing him on a descent to madness. "Stay calm," he told himself as he nodded only to come to his senses and realize that he was already butt naked. He started laughing loudly, surprising Akira "What?!" she said in a tone that meant embarrassment "No! No! It's just, we both forgot I was naked from the start and I was about to take off my 'underwear' as of now" Akira realizing the whole thing too joined in with the hearty laughter as Hiro lay beside her. The tension elevated. Then silence. Akira stared into his eyes turning towards him "Embrace me" she said. Hiro complied, for Akira in no surprise to herself; this was the first time a man had touched her bare skin, and it almost made her cry. For Hiro, this was the understatement of the week if he said he didn't enjoy it. This was something different for him where he felt less like a sex toy objected to by both men and women and more human in his approach.

"Do you have any other appointments after me?" she asked, to which Hiro shook his head "Nobody calls for a call boy on Thursday evening, ma'am" he responded, softly removing strands of hair from Akira's face "I am all yours to be till tomorrow morning" he said. It was oddly calming for Akira and it was oddly comforting for Hiro.

"Sleep with me," she said, embracing him with her hands on her neck "Let me just have this comfort and not sex" she added, kissing his chest carefully as if the heat of her lips could melt it.

"I am all yours, ma'am" Hiro answered, grabbing Akira's butt and drawing her closer "I am well paid and tipped for after all," he said smiling.

The cake on the kitchen counter is going to be hard and cold by the morning.