Awakened Release: 6

“So basically, you fucked a random dude that almost killed someone?” Bianca asked with a sort of amusement. She was about three beers in, and she still could not believe what she was hearing.

Janita rolled her eyes in amusement at her best friend’s brashness, but she knew her friend meant no harm by her question. If anything, the beers her friend is consuming is helping her relax a bit so she can tell her story.

“Well if you put it that way…” Janita chuckled as she sat up from her chair that was placed in the middle of the room. “Yes, I did a random man who almost killed someone…”

“Shit, you almost didn’t get paid for it…” Bianca’s tipsy statement made both women laugh out loud. The situation at the time for Janita seemed scary and uncomfortable. It seemed to be almost complicated to explain her feelings now. Janita could remember all the horrid men she had to sleep with for money. Keeping track of each man and what their services were a tedious task during those times. But Vincent did something to her that made her feel like she was not a prostitute. She could have cared less about the money or what she was doing with him. He made her feel like she was his only lover. She was something important and something valued. It was a special type of feeling that she could live for centuries.

“You didn’t feel him bite your mouth?” Bianca coaxed with curiosity as she watched Janita settle in her seat.

“Not at first no, but just as my illness started to get worse…” She breathed deeply as she finished her sentence. “I started to learn what he truly was…”

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Awakened Release: 5

There was a hard bang at the door. The morning sun blared into the small room. The banging of the door kept ringing in Janita’s head.

She lifted herself up from the bed and she looked around the room. Everything was in place from the night before except for the man she spent the night with. The morning sun blared on her face as she sat up in her bed. She looked around the room to see if perhaps Vincent was still around, but there was not a soul inside the room with her.

“Open this door now!”

The booming sound gave Janita a huge headache. The lump in her throat felt sore as she slowly got up off her bed. She answered the door with her messy hair and her silk white robe clutched around her body.

The moment she opened the door, Frank; the owner of the brothel slammed the door wide open in anger. He stood taller than Janita’s 5’5″ inch frame but he also had a wider stance.

“What in the bloody hell happened last night?!” He screamed at her.

Janita stepped back in terror as Frank angrily came closer to her. She tried to piece together the events that happened last night, but everything was a blur.

“I-I don’t know-” she tried stuttering out her words but she was met with a slap across the face.

“Don’t lie to me, you wench!”

The side of her left face felt on fire as she tried to gather herself.

“Two men were fighting over me last night, that’s all I know” Frank wanted to slap her again but he decided against it. She might have been telling the truth he thought.

“Who did you see last night?” Frank asked with a huff.

“I saw the man that started the fight” Janita lied. She knew if she could blame the person that did the most damage, it would help her not get hit again.

“He was tall with long black curly hair and brown eyes, left before I could get any money from him” Janita braced herself for the lash she was about to receive. Frank looked at her with a snare, ‘So she is telling the truth’ he thought. “Your wrong” Frank said. Janita looked at the slinky and frightening man in confusion.

“You are wrong in the sense that your guest left a hefty sum for you” Frank looked down at the frightened and sickly woman that was in front of him.

“He left before sunrise, but he gave me your name, I’m more pissed that he wrecked my goddamn table”

There was a sense of relief on Janita’s part. She knew he needed to “pay” for her time and companion. But the blissfulness of their passion left her forgetting where she was and what she was doing.

“Clean yourself up, you have work tonight”

Frank turned himself from Janita and left the room without another word. Janita was left in the middle of the room in shock and feeling some type of warmth. A warmth that was happiness, something she has not felt in an exceptionally long time. 

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Touch: Erotic Tales of Passion

“Within these ten arousing stories, you’ll discover how wild and imaginative the mind can be. Discover the emotions of someone’s love and their deep desire for their lover…”

I just want to take this time to thank my readers for reading and finding interest in my stories. 

Most of my stories have been revamped from my blogs and Tumblr page. All of my erotic short stories have been published since 2015-2019. All my works came from different fan-fictions and poetry writings.

I dedicate this book to you…the readers who have supported me throughout my career!

Janeen G.

Touch: Erotic Tales of Passion

Awakened Release: 4

“My apologies…”

Janita turned to look at the man that was now standing by the Inn’s chamber door. The room was dimly lit by scattered about candles. How they made it up to these chambers so fast, Janita could not answer that fully. But all she fully knew was this intriguing man saved her life.

“No need for apologies sir” Janita’s voice was raspy and harsh from all the fitted coughing she was doing over the day. She hated to talk because of it. But this did not stop the young man from wanting to hear more from her.

“What’s your name?” He asked. Now his voice is much softer from his earlier interaction.


“Beautiful…” He gave Janita a small grin as his piercing light brown eyes looked at her. All she could do was lightly smile back. Her chest started to fill up with fluid again. She felt the pressure in her chest to cough, but she tried to compress the feeling, even though it was hard to do around this total stranger. Finally, the urge to cough was becoming too overwhelming. Janita let out a loud unhinged cough. The cough that she gave was rough between her throat and heaving at her chest, but no blood came out this time.

She felt the mysterious strangers’ presence near her now. It did not scare her or made her feel uncomfortable. In fact, it made her feel safe.

She did not know this man’s name or where he had come from, but then again, she never knew her client’s name or where they come from. Something deep down inside Janita knew that this man was something different than the rest of the men she has ever been with.

Janita’s heart started to race as the tall man stepped close to her. He was now in front of her, his eyes glowing in the dim-lit room. She held his gaze for a bit before she could find her voice to speak to him.

“What’s your name, sir?” she whispered to him. Her harsh English accent was quite over his tilted lips. With a swift and gentle kiss, she started to breathe in his earthy scent. Just as he pulled away, he spoke his name.

“Vincent…” His name spilled on to Janita’s lips as they started to kiss again. The burning sensation in her chest eased away as Vincent’s tongue traced itself on her lips. He hastily pulled himself away from there sudden embraced and steadily looked down at the shorten breath women.

“We-we don’t-have to do this-” Vincent hastily said. Janita started to feel the heat growing inside her as she felt his fingers trace over her hips. His hands were deathly cold, but she welcomed every touch that this man was giving her. It was not cold in harsh feelings; it was cold in physical touch.

“It’s okay, I want this” her voice was small in between his lips. For the first time since she has been thirteen doing this type of work, she believed her own words. She wanted to make love to this man that randomly stood up for her in front of those vile people.

The custom feeling of cold and disgusting while having sex with a man was gone. She started to feel this desire and passion from a complete and total stranger. His hands traveled up her long skirt to reach her soaking mound. The slightest touch to her body made every cell in her go on fire. The slickness of her mound coated Vincent’s fingers as he played with her softly. His fingers massaged her clit in slow but gentle motion. Janita let her shaken hands roam around his strong arms.

He still had on his silk black jacket and white cotton top. Everything started to come off slowly. His jacket and top came off with ease. Her tightly corset and skirt were soon off her sickly warm body.

She was still weak from her sickness, but that did not stop her from feeling the ever overwhelmingly warmth growing throughout her sensitive body.

“I’ve had my eyes on you all night, my love”

His silky voice gave her a sensual sensation. He slowly laid her down on the harsh mattress. She arched her back as her hips meet the delicate thrust of his slender fingers. Her moans echoed throughout the room, almost drowning out Vincent’s slow panting. Her harsh and dry voice grew in pleasure as she felt his index and middle finger go deep inside her.

“Oh, god,” Janita pleaded into the thick air. Her walls started to clamp down on his digits in a slow grip. He pumped faster into her as he slowly starts to kiss her tender lips.

She did not feel the piercing pain as he started to draw a small amount of blood from her tongue. It was only a numbed sensation as she felt the red liquid drip down her pale skin. His long and thick member touched her lower abdomen gently. He nestled himself between her numbed parted legs.

Everything around Janita seemed dizzy as she felt each breath she was taking. She must be imagining that Vincent’s teeth were protruding sharp fangs. She must be in a delusional state that there was blood on his lips. But the ever-growing pressure of his thrusting was sending her over the edge. The nervousness of having any sexual relationship with this stranger was nonexistent in Janita’s mind.

His eyes and rhythm entering her body made her feel whole but in a fulfilling way. A first for her in this type of profession. A foreign feeling to Janita is to have a sense of release, but she happily excepted her first orgasm since having sex at the age of thirteen.

She knew the tall tale signs of a man’s release. But instead of feeling disgusted and hurt, she felt a sense of warmth and satisfaction as he released himself inside of her.

Both bodies rested against each other. Everything seemed to go by so fast in one whole sweep. She gave a glance to this total stranger, he put a man through a table in her defense, and now she is feeling his warm semen inside of her. What started out as a hellish day in Janita’s world, has now become a blissful and mysterious night in a mysterious strangers’ arms.

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Awakened Release: 3

London, 1791

The air in the brothel house was grim and cold. Janita let the ash in the air infect her harsh lungs. The noise in the room gave her a splitting headache. But she managed to set out drinks to the gentleman sitting by the pool tables and bars.

The prestigious brothel “Convent Garden” was filled with drunken men being loud and cheerful. Everything in the room felt dusty and cluttered. The mahogany pieces of furniture made the bar setting feel dark, but this did not stop the half-naked women from hosting their men.

Janita jumped in surprise as one of her clients gave her a good hit on the rear. She laughed it off as just foreplay, but secretly, she hated to be touched by these men.

The coldness of her client’s hands did not help her feel any good about herself. Janita let out a loud cough as she felt her lungs filled up with fluid. She set her silver tray down to the end of the busy bar. She ran to one of the back rooms so she could cough up the blood that filled up her lungs.

The thick crimson red fluid dripped across her hand. She took a nearby handkerchief and wiped off the substance. The burning sensation in her throat made it extremely hard to talk. But it did not help matters that she was wearing a tight red and black corset that made her chest busty. Janita quickly gathered herself up and made her way back to the dining area.

She was dying.

That was no surprise by the amount of blood she always seemed to cough up each week. But how long she had to live? Janita was not sure. But she knew for certain that she would die a lonely prostitute living in a dark brothel.

This overwhelmingly gross profession is the only reason she can afford her medicine. But with the growing rate of things and the state of her condition, she started to slowly not being able to afford her medicines.

She brushed passed her way to one of her client’s table. Her raven black hair was in a messy bun and she looked sickly pale. Her blue eyes looked tired as she let one of her clients fondle her breast. She let the overweight man grab her as she put on a fake smile. Her “acting smile” as she would call it.

Just as the groggy man started to grab in for a kiss, a shadowy figure brushed passed Janita’s vision. She looked up to find a slender man staring at her from across the room. The man she was trying to please look irritated that Janita wasn’t focused on him but on the man that was standing across the room.

“Get off me you wench!” The overweight man bellowed as he pushed the already sick Janita off his lap. Just as Janita almost hit the floor, she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her body. She looked up to find the man she was staring at holding her tightly in his arms.

He helped her up and she can now give him a good look over. He had dark curly brown hair; it was long enough to reach his shoulders. His skin was porcelain white and his brown eyes had a tent of lightness to them. The handsome stranger turned his attention from the stunned women to the rude overweight man.

“I think you need better manners, sir.” The stranger’s accent was British just like Janita’s but very deep and huskily. Janita could not help but keep her eyes on him. He seemed mesmerizing; she has never seen a man like him before. Every man that walked into this brothel was old, overweight, and callous. But this mysterious stranger seemed nothing of the sort.

“Mind your bloody damn business mate!” The overweight man shouted at Janita’s savior. The stranger only grinned in amusement. That is when Janita noticed the sharp white teeth he had. This made her more intrigued by the young man.

With a surprise to both Janita and the overweight gross bastard, the mysterious stranger had him by the neck and started to slam him through the wooden table. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at the commotion. Nothing was said as the man who protected and saved Janita grabbed her hand and led her away from the chaotic scene and towards the wooden staircase.

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Awakened Release: 2

“Y-you are a v-vampire?”

Bianca’s throat felt like it was on fire. The look on her face was as if she is seeing a ghost right in front of her. Her dark brown eyes were now met with Janita’s icy blue ones. Janita could never harm her best friend. She loved her too much to try and feed on her.

Janita slowly grabbed one of the wooden chairs from the other side of the room and placed it right next to her best friend. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bianca flinched as she was coming near her. That small little gesture broke Janita’s heart if she had a heart, to begin with. She slowly started to step back away from her friend, and she took a seat on top of one of the bins in the room.

” Yes, I’m a vampire; I’ve been a vampire for over 229 years” Her voice was soft but her English accent gave her statement so much of a force.

” Oh my God; I’ve been living with a vampire…” Bianca could not believe what she was hearing. For the past thirteen years, she has been sharing an apartment and her life with a vampire.

” It hasn’t been that bad” Janita quipped in with a smile.” I haven’t tried to kill you in the past 13 years we’ve known each other.” Bianca started to giggle and look up at her friend. She could not help but know that her friend would never hurt her in any way. She decided to take a seat on the chair Janita gave her.

” How come you never told me before?”

” I’ve never told you because I didn’t feel you would believe me” Janita could feel the tension coming from Bianca. She could feel that her friend was a bit scared of her.

” You don’t have to be afraid of me” Janita tried to reassure her.

” I’m not scared of you, I’m more scared of the person you just killed,” she said as she pointed to the dead body that was in the middle of their basement.

” I know he won’t turn but what if someone goes looking for him” Janita started to laugh at that thought.

” Trust me, no one is looking for this man”

” Are you sure?” Bianca asked in her worried voice. Janita gave a small smile to her best friend.

” He’s been on the run all his life and he’s harmed a lot of innocent people,” Janita said while looking at the lifeless body.

” He has no one in his life that will be looking for him, or even care that he is dead”

” How do you know all of this?” Bianca looked on at her friend with curiosity. Janita looked over at her friend and let out a small sigh.” I have been following him for days now, plus I can see into your past just by looking into your eyes” This one little statement made Bianca feel alarmed.

” So…you can see into my past by looking at me?” Janita nodded her head in approval.

” I can’t see all of your past, but only the ones that have impacted your life” Janita explained. Bianca could not believe what she was hearing. Her friend not only sucks blood to survive but she has the power to see into your past.

” How the hell did you become a vampire?”

Janita let the question linger in the air. She could feel her strong emotions coming up to the surface. She has not spoken about her turning into the creature of the night to anyone. She had always thought for the past 200 years she needed to keep this part of herself hidden; especially if she wanted to survive in this world.

” It was a long time ago” Janita started as she really settled into her seat on the box.

” The year was 1791 in London…”

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Taste of Passion

Your lips,
Starts to set into my soul,
Your fingers weave into my hair,
My skin,
I’m slick and moist with lust,
My eyes close,
I see black lace and sweat,
Your taste is the venomous passion of lust…

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Inverted thoughts,
Halting within my mind,
Your lips taste like sweet summer wine,

My inverted thoughts,
Seeks to capture your soul,
All I want is to feel your deep soul,

My inverted thoughts,
Wants to feel you deep,
So my soul won’t weep,

Internet thoughts,
Halting within my mind,
The love I have for you is so divine.

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The air was cold as I heard my heels echoing into the air. I looked down at the floor as I paced my steps. My mind was dazed and else whereas I didn’t see a figure walking towards me. As I steadily walked in the mid-day alleyway, I see someone walking straight ahead of me. A pair of dark eyes kept my gaze as I start to slow down and analyze the stranger’s eyes staring at me.

His walk was confident as his hand was in his skin-tight jean pockets and his short curly hair moved against the wind with his light shirt. I felt myself stop in my tracks as he kept walking closer to me. The sound of his black boots hitting the pavement kept my attention towards the floor. He was near me now and I can smell his intoxicating scent. I didn’t feel his hand grab my arm; I didn’t feel myself being pushed up against the cold brick red wall. He held my arms to my side. With only a look, he held me tight to keep his gaze. I felt my body fade into the wall and the pressure of his heated body coming down on me. His supple hands cupped my face and brought me into a deep and alluring kiss. The taste was sweet as I tugged at the hem of his shirt. I felt his soft hair close to my face and whisked about in the wind.

I could hear my own thundering heartbeat through the soft moans coming from his lips. His hands moved from my face and were slowly peeling off my top. I gently tugged him off of me and looked back into his dark brown eyes.

The hint of lust was all through his gaze as I felt my body growing hot with want as his hands crept up my loose blouse. I grabbed him by the arms and crashed my lips into his but I was deeply hungry for him. He pushed me back into the wall but this time he put his weight up against me. I started to press my hands to his torso and palm over his hardening pleasure through his tight jeans.

His kisses traveled from my lips and went straight to my neck. I moaned and put my head back in bliss. I want to expose every part of my body to him. I didn’t feel my skirt being hiked up and his hands searching for my soaked clothing.

Ripping and tearing rang out through the alleyway as I watch my underclothes being thrown to the floor. The zip and click of his jeans felt like it was the only sound I could process through these feelings.

My body was firmly being pressed to the wall as he hoisted me into his arms and I felt the tip of his erect member near my entrance. He held me in one arm as he used his other hand and his own essence to moisten his throbbing shaft. With one hard thrust, I cried into the open air and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

His grunts were in my ear as with each drive from his member my vision became blurry. He didn’t hold back as his movements became deep and erratic. I could feel myself falling over the edge of bliss as I clenched my hands to his breathable shirt and my body clenched over his pulsing member. I couldn’t tell whose cries came first…but all I could feel was warmth and wetness between my legs and both our bodies were trembling. Just as I was about to bring myself to kiss his trembling lips…I felt a huge drop…


With a quick jolt, I lifted my head from my desk and looked around the pale-colored room. I was in my office and I dozed off again at my desk. I cursed under my breath as I straighten up in my seat. I took one glance out the window and looked beyond the afternoon shine.

The window scenery was nothing but tall skyscrapers and a busy street. People passing by loudly through their cars really started to wake me up.

Just as I started to rust off my dozed sleep, my eyes catch a glimpse of a small alleyway.

I could feel my mind picturing his face again as I stared into the small empty but dim street space. What I would give to go back into my lucid state and have him touch me again…

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I’m all yours,
Lost in this roped abyss,
Toil into these restraints,
I’m moved and swayed by your commands,
I’m a servant to your touch,
I’m a servant to your wild madness,
Wrap me in your rope of bliss,
Captivate me into your desired world and make your love slave…

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