1. Romance-Erotica
EXAMPLE
Fuck me!
The eff word would’ve been nice if it’s true…
A tired sigh escaped my lips, brushing the wisps of hair that managed to slip out of my
neat bun.
“Gina what the fuck is happening in the kitchen!?” And just like that, the heavy
footsteps of a busy man strode in the living room, fuming.
Too busy to notice me. Prick!
Nevertheless, I pasted a cheerful smile, so cheerful I would’ve rival the creepy clown’s
evil smile on a birthday party.
“I’m baking.” I explained.
Fred frowned, scratching his head. Already in his black Armani suit, just like always.
“Where’s Corazon?”
I was practically eye fucking my own husband who stood oblivious in the middle of the
huge living room. His hair’s still wet from the shower, boy oh boy did he have to look
so fuckable!
“Gina!” He thundered, annoyed. He stared at me, irritation clear on his thunderous
face.
I rolled my eyes, making my way to the kitchen, Fred in my tail.
“I send her out for a vacation.” I said, offhandedly.
Corazon was our helper in this huge fucking gigantic mansion. She cooked, do the
washing, clean the house and pretty much things I didn’t have the chance to practice
about. I, on the other hand was hopeless when it came to household chores. Not my
thing.
I wrinkled my nose, unhappy with the thought of replacing Corazon for a weak.
“…out of your head?” Fred was ranting.
I opened the oven, an unrecognizable red velvet cake was coal black and it hurt my
nose when I breathe the smoke.
“Shit.” I hissed under my breath.
Why am I so pathetic?
Fred was pulling at his hair while going around the kitchen opening the door and
windows.

2. Cross fingers that the freaking fire alarm doesn’t start ringing. Because that would
throw Fred off. He’d go gorilla on me and our day would be the same all over again.
“Send Corazon back now!” Fred said lowly, his voice strained from the pent up
frustration he couldn’t unleashed.
I waved the grey smoke away, dabbing my eyes because it started watering.
“Look Fred, you’re going to be late. I’ll take care of this.” I started to rush out.
Ground swallow me right now!
My freaking busy-buddy husband was some CEO of a company-what company, I
really had no idea-and he’s too busy for his own good. I mean, who would forget their
anniversary right?
Well, it’s Fred. He’s that busy he couldn’t even stay put for a second when at home and
always locked up in his study.
“Stop being stubborn, Gina and just call Corazon.” He breathe through his teeth.
That’s when I snapped.
“No fucking way asshole!” Fred stopped massaging the bridge of his nose and snapped
his head up in my way, surprised.
He opened his mouth, dumbstruck.
I laughed, one that sounded so bitter it hurt to hear it. Oh well, I was too far gone.
“I’m your wife.” I spat venomously. “Not Corazon, you useless dimwit.”
Fred was so taken aback that his electric blue eyes was sparkling from shock.
“We’ve been married for ten fucking years,” I mumbled, feeling nothing. “Ten years
Fred and still, you don’t see the efforts I do for you.” I may be Fred’s wife but I felt an
outsider all the time. Like I was some nuisance bees buzzing about the house getting
on either his way with his colleagues or Corazon.
“Gina…”
I raised my hand, stopping him. “I practically whore myself to you every time I get to
see the chance because you’re too busy to be bother with me.”
Dear horse, I really feel like a cheap whore right now. Save by the outfit I was wearing.
Like a slut.
I gestured to myself, degrading myself to the point of humiliation. Hell, humiliation
wouldn’t even scratch what I was feeling then.
I was wearing this tight fitting red leather skirt, a sexy lacy red thong underneath and
a neon green tube to finish the look. I was wearing a make-up that screamed I was
fresh and virgin. No jewellery to go with my fresh and virgin look but like any other
time, Fred failed to notice.
“I didn’t asked you to do anything of this.” Fred said flatly.

3. Well if that wasn’t a slap enough then I really didn’t know what.
I looked up the white ceiling, staring hard to push back the annoying tears.
How low will I stoop lower than this?
I’m really empowering women right now!
“No you didn’t.” I agreed stupidly.
I started playing with my fingers, unsure now after my outburst.
Heaving an encouraging sigh, I looked back at Fred. And I wish I didn’t.
He was staring at me intently, the electric blue of his eyeswas so intense I feel all tingly
and self-conscious. Horse forbid! I almost feel like this was the first time I’m going to
look with my husband’s eyes instead of five years!
“What?” I asked defiantly.
He shook his head, his longish brown hair falling in his eyes and I might not or
might’ve wanted to brush it away and smashed my lips to his.
I worried my lips, feeling like squirming before his intense gaze.
“Youwant totell me something?” He arch those thick set of brows, implying if I needed
something else. “Other than slapping it in my face how of a worthless man I am, that
is.”
When and where did we start toend like this? I mean I didn’t evenremember anymore
how we came about to be being a couple.
“Don’t put the blame on me now.” I glared at him.
Fred ran his fingers through his hair unaware of what he was doing to my pathetic
heart.
“If you’re not sending Corazon back then I suggest you call a cleaners.” With that he
turned around, dismissing me.
No. I’m not going to stand here again wishing that I’d just say a piece of my mind so
he knew exactly the meaning of: How worthless of a man he is.
“Stop right there!” I was stupidly pointing my finger in his back.
He sighed, turning around.
“What is it now?”
Am I that painful to be with?
“We need to talk.” No, I didn’t care how stupid that sounded. He would listened and
he would listen carefully!
He gestured to the oven.
Oh right…

4. I walked tothe oven quickly, my heels click clacking annoyingly in the vast kitchen and
turned it off quickly. When I whipped back around I was expecting him to sneak out
on me. To my utter surprised he was still there.
“I don’t see why we need to this right now.” He voice out his thoughts, frowning.
“Didn’t you hear me earlier or do you really think of me that poorly tonot pay attention
at all?”
Fred was still frowning and he looked like he was thinking something.
Having enough, I slapped my hand in the table.
“Frederico Antonio!”
Horse forbid, I’m going to choke this man!
“Why now, gatito? After ten years of being together, why now?” The confused tone of
his voice was confusing me too.
“…you never see me as a husband who you confide to, so tell me what’s different to the
now?”
Wait, did he just call me pussycat?
“Did you call me pussycat?”
He sighed.
“I did, now if you excuse me, I’m going to be late at work.”
The coldness of his tone could’ve freeze the mansion if not the whole freaking country
and I would be lying to myself if I say that that didn’t hurt.
Before I could process what my body was doing, I was running to him. “Care toexplain
what you just said?” I said in a rushed.
I was desperate alright!
“You want to know the truth?” His blue grey eyes was the coldest I’d seen.
I fought the urge to curl myself into a ball and cry in the corner. I was so done. This
misunderstandings had tobe cleared or we would be forever wondering. Well, I would
be.
I nodded.
Seeing that I’m dead set on this matter, he heaved a suffering sigh again.
“Don’t do this to yourself.” He said after a minute that seemed to be forever. I was
actually holding my breath, waiting for the worst.
Now I’m really really irritated.
“Will you just tell me?”
“Look, we’re both irrati—“

5. My mind froze but my body hadn’t. Without knowing what’s happening, a loud
smacking sound filled at the air and Fred’s cheek was blossoming an angry red.
Instinctively, I slapped my hand in my mouth, surprised.
“Oh gosh…” I gasped, horrified.
Fred’s stormy eyes screamed murder.
“I…” You what?
“Don’t test me, Gina. I’m close to snapping.” He growled through gritted teeth, his jaw
gnashing from effort of controlling his temper.
Just like that, I wasn’t feeling so bad anymore. No. I’m fucking pissed!
“What?” I challenged. “You’re going to do something about it?”
My mouth had never been this crass nor bold. However, where Fredand I was concern
especially trap in the same space, my mouth couldn’t contain their filthy words which
I really didn’t mean. My mouth’s just like to rant when I’m angry and I couldn’t help
but go with the flow.
“You’ve no idea.”
My eyes widened in… excitement? Either way, whatever it was I’m feeling, it vanished
when Fred reach me in two long stride. One minute I was standing and the next I was
hanging in Fred’s back like a sack of potato.
“What the fuck are you doing!” I panicked, kicking his nuts. At least I tried aiming for
it but he held my feet tighter. I pound away in his back not caring if he was actually
hurting.
From my upside down view, I saw the master bedroom door opened and I was
suddenly dropped in the king size bed, bouncing.
I will kill him.
I never liked feeling nauseous, I hated it!
I got up on my feet, stopping dead in my track.
Then I found myself asking the same question that day. “What are you doing?”
Fred was half way done to his buttons and his red tie was on the floor already.
I swallowed a lump in my throat which was becoming dryer by the second.
“There’s a reason why people says word is cheap.” He answered, dropping his slacks.
Ifmy eyesbulge earlier when he discard his white dresssuit in thefloor, this time when
his lacks revealedhis silk boxer,my eyespopped out of their sockets, my mind a goner.
“We’re supposed to be talking…” I trailed.
I was proud of myself for being able to let out a coherent answer when my mind was
all mushy.

6. “Not when I can just show it to you.”
He stalked towards the bed, his eyes not leaving mine.
“Fred…”
Without warning, Fred flipped me around swiftly, making me face our beige wall.
“Don’t say anything just yet. Let me know later what your decision is…”
Before I could ask what he meant, my skirt along with my tube was ripped apart. All
in one go!
“Frr… ahhh!” A huge paw of a hand slipped inside my thong, cupping my weeping sex.
Then quick as it came, it vanished.
I started to complain when my thong got ripped too.
“That’s my fav—“
My right leg was lifted and next thing I knew my legs was swung atop Fred strong ones
who’s the same right leg was up the bed, the other still on the carpeted floor. His flesh
was warm and well-muscled.
A finger slipped in between down south, making me see stars.
“Ohhh…” I didn’t realized that my eyes was pressed tightly close before that moment.
Thethick wad of digit ran up and down my slit slowly, pinching and pulling at the hard
nub.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to come right then and there but whenever Fred sense that I
would, he would retract his finger again until I calm down. It’sfrustrating me and after
a while, I got impatient and snatch his hand pressed it harder. That earned me a deep
chuckle from him. I smiled, happy for a fraction of a second that I made him laugh but
then Fred chose that moment to start nibbling in my neck. The special spot that threw
me to my release prematurely.
“That’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
I was going to thank him when Fred once again didn’t even let me think straight and
laid me oh so gently in the bed.
He gaze down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite name.
Then he broke to an evil grin that screamed, trouble.
“You said I’d been ignoring you?”
I could only nod, still tingly from my release.
Where is he getting at?
“And you want an apology from me.” It was a question, just a flat out statement.
“Fred—“

7. Truth be told, I didn’t know if I want an apology from him. Because as much as I
wanted to deny it, I’m also partially to blame with this bland marriage. Perhaps, I’ve
been too self-centred and uncaring of my husband… So yeah. I really didn’t know the
answer myself either and with him acting like this, I didn’t know what to say.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m going to apology anyway.”
“Apology ho—“
Fred righted my position in the bed and walked around the foot of the bed.
Right then and there, I was hit by plan.
“FRED!” I half cried half moan. The sound of my juice and Fred’s tongue delving and
licking my pussy was like music in my ears. Hearing him grunt when I would pushed
his head away because it wasso intense I couldn’t takeit any longer. Fred, like a starved
man suck on my pussy harder, swirling his skilled tongue in my entrance, fucking me
through his mouth.
If that wasn’t an apology enough tomake up our cold nights before today, Fred spread
my legs wider then decided to finger fuck me. I was practically dripping that he didn’t
need to be cautious when he pushed two digits inside my cave. But he did anyway,
making me feel treasured and loved.
“Say you forgive me, cara mia.” He murmured in my cunt, the deep vibration of his
voice making me arch my back. Let’s face it. It wasn’t helping my case there because it
heightening my oncoming orgasm and if he keep at it I might passed out!
“Say it.” He insisted, emphasizing his point by picking his pace faster with his fingers
in my pussy like it wasn’t enough that I’m practically screaming.
In that moment, I was unsure what torture and apology really meant.
“I…” Fred nudge my nub with the bridge of his nose making me gasp. Just like that, I
come undone.
“I guess I have work harder than that to earn your forgiveness.” He let me know, his
eyes glinting wickedly. And because I was still out of it, too late before my brain could
process what he just said.
I was flipped in my stomach this time, Fred caging my hands above my head.
And away he apologize.
“Fred, please!” I begged nearing orgasm again for the tenth times this time. “I forgive
you.”
But Fred heard none of it up until countless of orgasms after the following ten.
“So you forgive me then?” He brushed away the damp hair out of my face, staring at
me with heated gaze.
“I’m pretty sure you heard me the first time, Fred.” I was going to continue it and say
that he hadn’t done anything as major as I thought he had in my head. But Fredo

8. Antonio, the freaking Italian gods was big and I realized that he’d been romancing me
for two hours now while he watch me contentedly to have mine.
“It doesn’t sound like you really mean it, cara mia.” My heart swell larger than earlier
from his endearment, calling mehis darling. But I decided to pay that no mind because
I was set on making him have his own release too.
“Oh I meant it all right.”
Fred’s eyes turned silver.
“Don’t do something you couldn’t finish, love.”
I giggled, feeling really really naughty.
“Youcould alwayscontinue the drive, you know.” I bit my bottom lip, making sure that
it was moist.
“You got me wrapped with your little fingers again.” He frowned, his voice hesitant.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed him.
“Yeah, I practically need both my hands to manage it.”
I wasn’t one to turn things into a sexual innuendos but I thought it was worth it when
Fred’s eyes flared silver fire.
“Don’t.” Fred snapped when I slithered down.
“I’m sor—“
“If you say you’re sorry I’m going to apology harder than earlier, love.” He menaced
in my ears.
“Point made.”
Fred kissed the tip of nose, taking me by surprised. “Good.” He yank his silk boxer
down and I all but drool at his steel rod.
“Take it slowly, love.” He cautious.
Somehow, Fred managed to flip us over, me on the top.
“I’ll forever limp after this.” I informed him.
Okay, it’s weird talking about how his commander was freaking gigantic when we’d
been married for five years. I didn’t know how this huge piece of meat escape my
knowledge, like seriously.
Fred laughed, a good hearty laugh then groan.
“Give me warning next time, love!” He growled, holding me tight in my waist.
He was freaking HUGE! I wasn’t even half way down and he’s already stretching me
to the point I debated whether I’m still virgin because it sure felt like it.
“So will you forgive me then?”

9. Fred narrowed his eyes at me. “You don’t need to apology—“
I slammed my tight pussy in his rod and I thought I really split myself to half. Pain
exploded before my eyes.
“Fucking shit, Gina!” Fred thundered, furious. He started easing his monster of a cock
slowly out of me, tender than I’ve remember.
No. Nooo. NO!
“I’m fine.” I reassured him.
“Bullshit!”
I flinched, feeling like a total ass.
“Please don’t do that.” He stopped easing his way out, staying perfectly still. “You’re
throwing away what little sanity I have left.” Fred murmured in a hoarse voice.
I cupped his face, feeling the rough whiskers that peppered his jaw.
“We’ll take it real slow this time then.” For our both benefit.
Slowly, I started to move, testing him inside me.
Fred didn’t move an inch, letting me do that driving, his face was contorted in a tight
frown as if controlling himself of something. Realizing that he’s suffering, I picked up
my pace, the pain ebbing away this time.
“Fuck me, Fred!” I moan.
And he did. He flipped us again and pound away in my pussy when I reassured him a
hundredth times that he wouldn’t break me that I wasn’t some doll.
I was scratching and screaming his name orgasm after another while he whispered
things in my ears in his language setting me off for the last time.
“I’m coming!” I cried. Fred shoved his tip the heel, setting us off both.
Panting, Fred collected me in his arms, bracketing me of his huge body.
I yawn, spent.
“Will you go to work today?” I whispered in his chest.
“Do you want me to?”
I snuggled closer, not feeling his warmth enough. “No.”
“Then no, I won’t.”
We fell asleep afterwards, both of us deciding to clear things even clearer later. And
for the first time in five years, I fell asleep happy and peaceful.