Erotic fiction inspired by Luciana Lucci in “Up Skirt 2”

She didn’t just walk – Luciana owned the room.

I was halfway through adjusting the cuff of my shirt when she strutted out from the hallway, all fiery confidence and playful defiance. That faux leather top hugged her like it had been sewn on while she smirked, and the matching skater skirt flared with every sway of her hips, putting her legs – long, toned, wrapped in sheer black pantyhose with wicked fishnet detailing – on full display. Her heels clicked with a rhythm that made my pulse do strange things.

She caught me staring, of course. That’s what she wanted. That’s what she always wanted.

Luciana was bold like that – sassy and sweet, all in one impossibly dangerous package. She tilted her head with that little “caught-you-looking” grin, then turned on her heel like she was walking a catwalk just for me. No shame. Just power. And damn, did she know how to use it.

She reached the base of the stairs and glanced over her shoulder. “Coming?” she asked, a single brow raised, her tone innocent, the glint in her eyes anything but.

She started up the steps slowly, her skirt lifting ever so slightly with each climb, giving me flashes of her sexy booty – and the promise of more. Halfway up, she paused next to a piece of wall art – kinky silver chains, the kind of thing that hinted at hidden layers. She gestured at it as if it were the reason for the detour, but I knew better.

Then she stamped her foot. Hard. The sound echoed, sharp and deliberate.

She turned to face me, still smiling – but the smile had changed. It was still Luciana’s smile, still sweet, still playful – but now it carried a warning. A command. Keep up, but not too close.

“I said a few steps behind,” she purred, flicking her hair over one shoulder. “I want you to enjoy the view, baby.”

Oh, I was. Every inch.

I followed, obediently, heart thudding as I watched her ascend, that skirt swaying like a slow, deliberate tease. She was in control, and I was exactly where she wanted me – just far enough behind to feel the burn of wanting, and just close enough to know the game had only just begun.

Erotic fiction inspired by Maria Wars in “Taste Of Summer 2”

The afternoon sun cast golden light over Maria’s silky skin as she stretched luxuriously on her lounge chair by the pool. She was a vision – her dark, tousled hair spilling over her shoulders, her curves accentuated by a tiny string bikini that seemed to defy gravity. A slice of chilled watermelon rested in her hand, its deep red flesh glistening in the heat.

I stood in the doorway, captivated by the effortless sensuality of the moment. Maria didn’t just eat – she indulged, savoring every sweet, juicy bite. Her full lips parted as she took another taste, her eyes fluttering closed in satisfaction. A bead of juice slipped from the corner of her mouth, tracing a slow path down her sun-warmed skin, over the delicate dip of her collarbone, and lower still.

She let out a soft laugh, tipping her head back as she caught me watching. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something about this?” she teased, motioning to the glistening trail on her skin.

I crossed the patio in seconds, the heat between us suddenly rivaling the afternoon sun. Leaning over her, I let my lips follow the path of the dripping juice, tasting both the watermelon’s sweetness and the salty warmth of her skin. She let out a soft sigh, arching ever so slightly beneath my touch.

"You taste better than the fruit," I murmured against her skin.

Maria’s fingers threaded through my hair as she pulled me closer, her scent – coconut sunscreen and something uniquely her – filling my senses. The world around us melted away, the distant sounds of the pool filter and rustling palm trees fading into nothing.

“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, her voice laced with amusement and desire.

I grinned. “Only when it comes to you.”

With a playful smirk, she reached for another slice of watermelon, pressing it to my lips before biting into the other side, our mouths barely an inch apart. The taste of summer, the press of her body against mine, the way her dark eyes held me captive – it was a moment I wanted to live in forever. And as the sun blazed overhead, I was ready for a taste of something even sweeter...