Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

When the elevator touched down, I darted out the door. I'm sure people were looking at me, the mostly naked girl in the torn tatters of a dress running barefoot through the Cleopatra's lobby. I didn't care. The shame of exposure was microscopic from the shame I was fleeing.

I would never return to this place, I decided, as I hailed for a cab. The little bit of money I had would get me home. It would get me away from Daniel.

What was next for me? I had no idea. My mind was blank and didn't even want to ponder a future where I didn't get to experience his rough yet loving touch again.

I blew it. I absolutely positively blew it. I laid on my bed in my room, like I had spent much of my time doing the last few days. There wasn't a terrible lot to do as a soon to be poor girl anyway, so I just decided to let my thoughts of my own foolishness haunt me.

It was only a matter of time before I'd be kicked out of this house and made to go get a real job. The thought was terrifying, but not as terrifying as the idea of how long I would have to wait to get a chance to be with a man like Daniel again. It was special the things he did, and it wasn't something you just went and did with anyone with the confidence they wouldn't go too far.

He’s the man I’ve been waiting for for so long. This wouldn’t have been a problem even last week. If only I’d met him sooner...

A literal one in a million man. Would I ever be able to find someone as hot as him, as knowledgeable as him, and as perfect for me ever again?

A knock was on the door. This was the fourth time today. I pulled myself up and off the bed, and headed down to answer it. It was a guy, this time with flowers.

"A delivery for Karen Van Hansen?"

I sighed. "Karen, get down here!"

At least my little sister managed to score an admirer. Good on her. The size of the bouquet told me she was definitely succeeding where I had failed.

I stepped away as my sister stormed down, bashful that more stuff had come for her. She had little to be ashamed of, unlike me.

I puttered around the house. I wondered if this pain would ever go away or would I continue to just anguish about this forever. Time heals all wounds, but time takes well, time.

The door was knocked on again. Jesus, couldn't Karen answer the door herself? "Karen! Answer the damn door."

I was almost to the refrigerator when the knocking resumed. Desire to not be an asshole won out over boredom hunger so I decided I'd answer the door for Karen. Again.

I opened it up and wasn't greeted by the same courier who I had ran into almost a dozen times by now, but instead two police officers.

"Are you Olivia Van Hansen?"

I nodded, confused. "What's the problem officers?"

They stepped behind me, grabbed me by the arms and pushed them together.

"Wait, what?"

"You're under arrest, Ms. Van Hansen."

"What did I do?"

"Indecent exposure at the Cleopatra a few days ago. An anonymous tip was sent in."

"You can't be serious. You know what happens in that place right?"

"It doesn't give you the right to break the law, you're coming with us."

The officer pushed me forward and I had no choice but to follow. All of this and now I was also being arrested? This was insane!

They kept me handcuffed the entire time. Shoving me into the car, for the long ride to the precinct, and even out of the car. No matter how much I told them I'd cooperate and work with them peacefully, they kept up the harsh treatment. It wasn't like I hurt anyone running nearly naked through the hotel. No kids could have possibly saw me because no one would bring their kids to a place like the Cleopatra.

I was sat down in a room. Cold as ice. There was one cop in dress clothes pacing around me. Besides him, there was a steel table and a glass mirror. I wondered if it was a window from the other side. I wasn't dressed for this, being in a t-shirt and sweatpants I had been wearing bumming around the house, and some sandals. I didn't look like the billion dollar princess I expected to be treated as.

Which was fair, since I wasn

't one anymore.