Dangerous Desires (Short Erotic Stories)

Mel swiped frantically on her phone, the Bumble matches weren't matching.

"Argh!"

She flung her phone, slapping her palm on her head. Her face contorted in a grimace.

It was that time of the month, the cramps were setting In, the ibuprofen along with the Midol weren't helping, and she needed relief.

Her phone buzzed, and the message icon showed up on her notification.

"Please let this count!" Melissa sighed.

On the Bumble app, a message from a potential match popped up

"Hi there, first of all, your profile picture is lit. Second of all(lol), can we be friends?"

Melissa exited the message and scanned through his profile.

"Twenty? What am I, a paedophile?" She scoffed.

The profile description read: Loski, twenty-year-old, black British male, five foot five, muscular, etc.

"And a dwarf!"

"Mel, is this what you paid a fiver for?" She chuckled, still reading through his profile.

Her groin twitched, the frown on her face segued into a low groan. Time was running out.

She accepted the match, and set a time for the date, without reading the rest of the details.

"Aha!" she snapped her fingers.

Mel got up from the bed and trudged towards the kitchen, she remembered there was a packet of chamomile left the last time she experienced menstrual cramps.

The walk to the kitchen took her forever, she dragged her feet slowly towards the shelf. In a bid to find the herb, stainless cutleries and plastic cups flew around the room.

"hmph!" she banged the shelf shut.

She opened the drawer and pulled out a ceramic kettle, which she placed on the gas. Mel applied an ample portion of the chamomile leaves, and a cup of water and then turned on the gas.

While she waited for the concoction to boil, she sat on the kitchen stool beside the dish racket, her head bowed.

"You've got two days Mel, don't make me give this position to someone else," Mr. Borris' voice echoed in her head.

Melissa had been struggling lately to come up with a piece for the media house she works for. Every story she could think of was either reported or written, the very thought of it made her nervous.

Her drink was ready, and the moment the kettle gave a sizzling sound, she reached out for the teacup beside her, filling the liquid into her cup, and sipping as she worked out of the kitchen.

Moggie followed behind her, but dashed towards the window, The feline sat beside it meowing continuously.

"What now Hector?"

The cat meowed again.

Melissa ambled to the window. It's been four days since the curtains were pulled up, and the house assumed a stale smell even though the AC was turned on.

The AC remote was on the centre table, Mel brushed past the table, picked up the remote, and turned off the coolant.

As she pulled the curtain, she spotted the faint figure of a human, making its way to her lawn.

Mel shielded her eyes from the rays of sunlight that now poured into her apartment, she squinted them to catch a glimpse of the approaching figure.

"goddamnit, not you again!" her groin tightened.

The approaching figure was that of Gibson, her next-door neighbour. Once a week, he shows up at Mel to mow her lawn. Mel watched him unlock the gate, and headed inside, the mower following behind him.

"Morning Mel, home today."

"Hi, Gibson. Yeah, on my leave, how's Sandy?"

Mel hadn't taken any special interest in Gibson since he offered to assist her with the lawn whenever he could, but today felt different. She noticed details about him she'd normally ignore.

Gibson's sweaty face shimmered under the morning sun, Mel noticed his broad chest and shoulders, his muscular arms, and his stout legs, clinging to the red singlet, and black shorts he wore.

Mel felt a slight shiver run through her body. Then the cramp surfaced again.

"Ouch!" She whimpered, holding her groins tightly.

When she bent to rub her groin, she spotted Gibson's huge crotch, well-packed behind his black shorts.

She gulped.

The pain she felt intensified, and more than ever, she needed relief.

She watched Gibson move the machine across the lawn, in the clothes he wore, one hand on his waist and the other grabbing her ponytail from behind, as she bent over.

"Cut it out, Mel!" She looked down from the skirt she wore a little fluid trickled down from her vagina.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mel took the teacup from the stool beside the flower vase and scooted to her bedroom.

In her bedroom, she ransacked her wardrobe, searching for her toy box; The gadget was stationed beside her shoe rack.

Mel had a shufti at the box, everything was intact as she'd left them.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the box and placed it on the bed, then she took a sip from the chamomile mixture she'd brought from the kitchen.

Mel sighed, and slumped on the bed, briefly. As she closed her eyes, she could hear the whirling sound of the mowing machine, and Gibson's image popped up again.

Stretching her arms, she reached for the sex toys that were now scattered about on her bed, her hands sweeping over them, searching for the vibrator.

A warm flux of satisfaction spread over her body as the toy entered her, she shut her eyes in pleasure, running the device up and down her entrance before switching it on.

"Uuh, aww, hmm"

Her whole body shook, Mel was in a feat, her legs stretched wildly, her body coiled strangely and her eyes rolling, showing only the whites; there was a spasmodic reaction as soon as the vibrator geared to life. Unknown to her, the vibrator by default was set to its highest, and that accounted for the sudden reaction she felt as she used it.

"Ahh!, mmm" The ecstasy was too much to bear, Mel screamed, feeling her muscles contract and retract against her wish.

Then her phone buzzed. An incoming call from a number popped up.

The true caller app identified the caller as Loski, and Mel quickly turned off the vibrator.

"Shit!"

"Hello, Mel speaking"

"Hi Mel, Loski from Bumble"

"Hey Loski, I assume you're calling as a reminder for the date, I'd be at the venue shortly" There was a quiver in Mel's voice as she spoke.

"Is everything alright, you sound tense, do I ...."

Mel hung up, now wasn't the time to hold a lengthy conversation.

At least she had found temporary relief.

She headed for the bathroom. There was a glob of bath bomb resting on the edge of the tub, she turned on the faucet, regulated the heating to warm, and then dropped the bath bomb and chamomile herbs into the tub.

Mel climbed over the tub, gently laying herself on the foamy bath, she caressed herself, feeling a bit relieved that soon she'd have to meet with her date.