{"id":37447,"date":"2021-12-05T21:55:29","date_gmt":"2021-12-05T20:55:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=37447"},"modified":"2026-02-15T03:55:54","modified_gmt":"2026-02-15T02:55:54","slug":"heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Heartbreak Central – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019d been stood up and it sucked.<\/span><\/p>\n

On a whim I\u2019d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We\u2019d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no show.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steam swirled from my latt\u00e9, the aroma mingling with the buttery fragrance of my fresh croissant slathered in whipped cream\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck him! Didn\u2019t need him anyway!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I slid my chair outwards, keeping an eye on the door just in case he showed up. In the meantime, I amused myself by imagining the relationships between couples in the caf\u00e9.<\/span><\/p>\n

I found myself mesmerized by a man and woman seated nearby. They were locked in heated conversation. She seemed put out, either by him or by something they were talking about. I couldn\u2019t tell.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But she wasn\u2019t the one who interested me. He drew my attention like a magnet to a pin.<\/span><\/p>\n

I could imagine him in a foreign movie, dark, naturally tanned and with the kind of sexual aura that promised something that made my pulse quicken. There was no doubt, he was an alpha male, my kind of male.<\/span><\/p>\n

I warned myself, \u201cHold it Sarah, you\u2019re getting way ahead of yourself…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But, oh my, he was gorgeous! That strong nose, those full lips and lines of amusement flaring from the corners of his eyes made me catch my breath. Not that he was laughing now.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I stared, not caring who noticed. How old was he? Maybe late 30s, or even early 40s. No wedding ring.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As she jabbed her fingers at him, I noticed she wasn\u2019t wearing one either.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

Were they friends? Ex-lovers?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quite suddenly the drama took a turn; the woman jumped up, grabbed her tote, and marched out.<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t follow, nor did he look upset. Did I glimpse a smile across that delicious mouth as he shrugged?<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he glanced up and saw me staring. It was too late to look away.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn it, Sarah! Caught in the act!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. His eyes held mine, brown versus blue, and for an exquisite nanosecond we teetered on the knife edge of mutual desire. The chemistry flamed high across the room. I felt the wet spreading between my thighs, my inner lips swelling in readiness.<\/span><\/p>\n

My world shrunk to him and me.<\/span><\/p>\n

He stood up, threw a couple of bills on the table, then stopped. Instead of turning towards the entrance, he gave me the very, very slightest nod before striding into the depths of the caf\u00e9.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t waste time thinking about what to do. I abandoned my coffee and followed him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was waiting at the doorway to an office of some sort, his dark eyes focused on me coming towards him.<\/span><\/p>\n

The click of the lock behind us was like the first drumbeat to a suspense movie. He looked down at me, pinning me against the smooth wood of the back of the door and thrusting long fingers into my shawl of pale hair.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Without a word, our mouths meshed; we devoured one another. He tasted of coffee, mint, and an unmistakable undercurrent of male sex. His taut, muscular tongue explored my mouth.\u00a0 My lips opened to him like a flower woken by the promise of a new day.<\/span><\/p>\n

The only sound was our breath, then his grunt as he pushed down my panties, spreading my inner lips and thrusting two fingers into me. He searched for my g-spot, swollen and alive with desire. He massaged it in a knowing act of exquisite sexual arousal. It was such intimate behavior between total strangers that I almost swooned.<\/span><\/p>\n

I unbuckled his belt and ripped down the zipper of his jeans.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh my God! His cock, engorged and ready, stretched diagonally across his belly. It was almost the width of my wrist, the broad tip trapped in fabric.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pushed down his undershorts. He pulled me closer, and I felt that magnificent cock pushing upright against me. I thrust my hand between us, searching for him. He felt sublime in my fist. My fingers, wet from his oozing precum, slid from his base to that divinely sensitive spot below the crown.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot so fast!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I find men with deep, resonant voices who take charge irresistible.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He searched for my clit, rolling its hardness beneath his fingers. His breathing stepped up a notch and I felt myself go weak at the knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wanted all of him in me – I\u2019d never fucked a cock that size before.<\/span><\/p>\n

His fingers dug into my hips as he hitched me up against the hard surface, lifting my legs so that I could clasp him around his waist.<\/span><\/p>\n

With his eyes locked on mine, he levered his cock down, searching for the point of least resistance before thrusting up hard into me. I clenched my inner muscles tight, slowing him, heightening his pleasure and mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDamn it\u2026 what are you doing?\u201d His voice was harsh, mock-angry.<\/span><\/p>\n

I gasped, \u201cJust playing with you\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCareful! Unless you want this over before it\u2019s even begun. And don\u2019t play the innocent!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It was as if I\u2019d set him a dare and he had risen to meet my challenge by relentlessly driving up into me, hurting me, stretching me. It felt sublime.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There was no point in resisting when all I wanted was more. I felt his broad tip pounding against my cervix, the jolts of pain giving way to unbelievable pleasure. We were locked together, seeking our rhythm.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know how long it was before I began to lose control. And then I felt it; the waves of molten heat rippling from my pulsing clit, my spasming inner muscles and out to every part of my body.<\/span><\/p>\n

I moaned, my voice unchecked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Panting, he waited for my orgasm to slow, before lunging back deep, deep into me. His dark-lashed eyes closed, his nostrils flared in his moment of release. He leaned down, grasping the tender flesh of my shoulder with his teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

I cried out, \u2018You\u2019re hurting me!\u2019 But he was beyond hearing me, focused on his own pleasure.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I dropped my legs onto the floor. His cock, now softening but still darkly swollen, slipped out of me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He put a finger over my lips, holding the magic of what had just happened within the bond of silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then, as I watched, he hitched up his jeans and tightened his belt. The door clicked behind him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, don\u2019t go\u201d, I called after him. \u201cI don\u2019t even know your name\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood there for a couple of minutes; desolate, empty, alone, trying to recover my sense of self.<\/span><\/p>\n

My croissant and latt\u00e9 were waiting for me, cold.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I glanced down; he had scrawled on my table mat his cellphone number.<\/span><\/p>\n

And below that, \u201cHenri. Call me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday\u2026 his image played like an elusive backdrop to my days.<\/span><\/p>\n

On Wednesday Tatiana and I were having a drink after the latest Bond movie. I told her about Henri and his \u2018call me\u2019 note.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her intense green eyes drilled into me, \u201cSarah, you don\u2019t have a clue about this guy besides you tell me he was a divine fuck. He could be married with three kids for all you know. Or a serial rapist!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes but\u2026\u201d I trailed off.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tatiana has been in a steady relationship for years. She has no idea what it\u2019s like trying to sort the wheat from the chaff in today\u2019s scene.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTat, I felt that there was something there, something special, that I can\u2019t simply walk away from.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe was so mysterious, so sure of himself. We connected. I can\u2019t explain. And that cock. You have no idea what it did to me! I don\u2019t want to chase him, but I have to find out whether there could be more to this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Tatiana sighed. \u201cBaby, back you go to Heartbreak Central!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t say I didn\u2019t warn you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019d made her point. She knew I was dead set on calling him. It was only a matter of when.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thursday, Friday\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

I woke late on Saturday after tossing and turning all night. Should I call today? Was I being too eager? What should I say?<\/span><\/p>\n

Before I could dive back into the vortex of yes\/no\/maybe, I decided, \u201cJust do it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He picked up on the second ring. That rich deep voice made me melt.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"sila<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cHello, Henri here.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I started out light and bright. \u201cHi it\u2019s Sarah. You remember we met last Saturday when we\u2026 when we\u2026\u201d I was losing my composure. Henri came to my rescue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo Sarah is the temptress who shot me into the stratosphere last week. I wondered when you\u2019d call.\u201d The frisson between us zipped through the ether. There was no doubt in his voice. I felt myself responding – wet, swollen, hungry.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He went on, \u201cLook, I\u2019m meeting friends for dinner tonight. Casual. Would you like to come?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There was no point in playing coy. \u201cI\u2019d love to.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m in the fashion industry so I shouldn\u2019t have panicked over what to wear. I chose my new blue silk slip-dress that slithers over my curves and reveals my back. I left my hair loose down to my shoulders.<\/span><\/p>\n

My nerves almost got the better of me as the uber pulled up at an upscale bistro. But as Henri got up to greet me, I knew that calling him had not been a mistake. Our eyes met and the wick of sensual promise flared, unbidden.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Henri pulled out the chair beside him and I felt his hand slide over my hip as he guided me to my seat, hinting at the intimacy we\u2019d already shared. I glanced up at him. I saw intensity, curiosity, and naked desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

There were two other couples at the table. The women appraised me coolly; who was this unknown female Henri had inserted into our cozy dinner at the last minute? Henri introduced us:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSarah, these are old friends, Charles and Derek. Lawyers, but don\u2019t hold that against them.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The blonde and brunette, Joanne and Mercer, were their partners and, I might add, singularly smug in their good fortune.<\/span><\/p>\n

We ordered and the others chatted. Under the table I felt Henri reach for my hand. My heart staggered.<\/span><\/p>\n

One of the guys asked, \u201cHenri, how\u2019s the market this week? Any stocks I should be buying?\u201d Henri laughed, \u201cNo insider trading buddy!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then their attention turned to me. Mercer, the cool blonde, asked, \u201cWell, Sarah, what d\u2019you do to pass the time?\u201d Henri was watching me intently.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I replied, \u201cI\u2019m a shoe and accessory designer. Quite well known actually. I see you\u2019re wearing my brand \u2018City Chic\u2019.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I glanced at Henri. From his expression, I guessed my reply was making him see me through a different lens.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And now it was my turn, \u201cSo Mercer, what do you do to pass your time?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh things\u2026\u201d she muttered, showing off her profile and pursing her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Henri chuckled and smiled at me. He liked my sass.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The chemistry between us clicked up a notch. I felt his fingers skimming my naked back. Foreplay had begun, very discretely. Beneath the table he took my hand and brushed my fingers across his groin. He was hard, ready, as aroused as I was. We were entering that exquisite bubble where no one else exists, where even the slightest contact, the merest glance, says everything about where the night will end.<\/span><\/p>\n

Later, when we stood up to leave, he leaned across and whispered in my ear, his breath a hot caress, \u201cSarah, will you come to my place?\u201d I nodded. As we walked out, I teased, \u201cNo wife away for the weekend?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He grinned down at me and the fan of laughter lines I had noticed that first day, deepened.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo wife, no kids, no exes, but maybe with you, who knows…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

In the darkness of the taxi he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I shuddered as that bold, strong tongue explored my mouth. I flickered my tongue over his lips in response.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The lights of Manhattan shimmered through the vast glass windows of his apartment.<\/span><\/p>\n

He took my wrap, then stopped, turning me gently towards him. \u201cSarah, no back-of-door quickie this time. I want to get to know you. Are you with me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d I whispered.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Tatiana, eat your heart out!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe, just maybe, Henri would prove her wrong.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Enjoy this story more with 15% off LELO.com<\/a> with code VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019d been stood up and it sucked. On a whim I\u2019d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We\u2019d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no show. Steam swirled from my latt\u00e9, the aroma mingling with the buttery fragrance of my fresh croissant slathered in whipped cream\u00a0 \u201cFuck him! Didn\u2019t need him anyway!\u201d I slid my chair outwards, keeping an eye on […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":233,"featured_media":37448,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,891],"tags":[517,561],"coauthors":[1031],"class_list":["post-37447","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-erotic-fantasies","category-fetish-stories","tag-erotica","tag-erotic-fiction"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\nHeartbreak Central - An Erotic Story<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Heartbreak Central - An Erotic Story\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"I\u2019d been stood up and it sucked. On a whim I\u2019d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We\u2019d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no show. Steam swirled from my latt\u00e9, the aroma mingling with the buttery fragrance of my fresh croissant slathered in whipped cream\u00a0 \u201cFuck him! Didn\u2019t need him anyway!\u201d I slid my chair outwards, keeping an eye on […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Volont\u00e9\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:publisher\" content=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/LELO.Official\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2021-12-05T20:55:29+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:modified_time\" content=\"2026-02-15T02:55:54+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"850\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"425\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Frances Alba\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:creator\" content=\"@Lelo_Official\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:site\" content=\"@Lelo_Official\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Frances Alba\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"10 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/\",\"name\":\"Heartbreak Central - An Erotic Story\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2021-12-05T20:55:29+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2026-02-15T02:55:54+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/7a751c3ea3db8db4413fed467b4b9c37\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg\",\"width\":850,\"height\":425,\"caption\":\"heartbrake hotel erotic story\"},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Volonte\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"EROTIC STORIES\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/erotic-fantasies\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":3,\"name\":\"FETISH STORIES\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/erotic-fantasies\/fetish-stories\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":4,\"name\":\"Heartbreak Central – An Erotic Story\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/\",\"name\":\"Volont\u00e9\",\"description\":\"A Pleasure Project by LELO\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/7a751c3ea3db8db4413fed467b4b9c37\",\"name\":\"Frances Alba\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/e2a36297c620a8eea7894888214ae65d\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/82f1964005dfe1264334d636652a313e?s=96&d=mm&r=pg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/82f1964005dfe1264334d636652a313e?s=96&d=mm&r=pg\",\"caption\":\"Frances Alba\"},\"description\":\"Frances Alba is a non-fiction writer, publisher and businesswoman with an irrepressible alter ego that led her into writing erotic fiction. Her work is the result of a life of exploration, adventure, and curiosity about human behaviour, intense relationships and the dilemmas sexually liberated women face today.\u00a0 In addition to short stories, she is currently writing a full-length novel for publication in 2022.\u00a0 Frances\u2019 second husband is also a writer. They travelled all over the world, before finally settling in Australia.\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/author\/frances-alba\/\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"Heartbreak Central - An Erotic Story","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"Heartbreak Central - An Erotic Story","og_description":"I\u2019d been stood up and it sucked. On a whim I\u2019d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We\u2019d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no show. Steam swirled from my latt\u00e9, the aroma mingling with the buttery fragrance of my fresh croissant slathered in whipped cream\u00a0 \u201cFuck him! Didn\u2019t need him anyway!\u201d I slid my chair outwards, keeping an eye on […]","og_url":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/","og_site_name":"Volont\u00e9","article_publisher":"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/LELO.Official\/","article_published_time":"2021-12-05T20:55:29+00:00","article_modified_time":"2026-02-15T02:55:54+00:00","og_image":[{"width":850,"height":425,"url":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Frances Alba","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_creator":"@Lelo_Official","twitter_site":"@Lelo_Official","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Frances Alba","Est. reading time":"10 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/","url":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/","name":"Heartbreak Central - An Erotic Story","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg","datePublished":"2021-12-05T20:55:29+00:00","dateModified":"2026-02-15T02:55:54+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/7a751c3ea3db8db4413fed467b4b9c37"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/home-delivery-erotic-story.jpg","width":850,"height":425,"caption":"heartbrake hotel erotic story"},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/heartbreak-central-an-erotic-story\/#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Volonte","item":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"EROTIC STORIES","item":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/erotic-fantasies\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":3,"name":"FETISH STORIES","item":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/erotic-fantasies\/fetish-stories\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":4,"name":"Heartbreak Central – An Erotic Story"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#website","url":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/","name":"Volont\u00e9","description":"A Pleasure Project by LELO","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/7a751c3ea3db8db4413fed467b4b9c37","name":"Frances Alba","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/e2a36297c620a8eea7894888214ae65d","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/82f1964005dfe1264334d636652a313e?s=96&d=mm&r=pg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/82f1964005dfe1264334d636652a313e?s=96&d=mm&r=pg","caption":"Frances Alba"},"description":"Frances Alba is a non-fiction writer, publisher and businesswoman with an irrepressible alter ego that led her into writing erotic fiction. Her work is the result of a life of exploration, adventure, and curiosity about human behaviour, intense relationships and the dilemmas sexually liberated women face today.\u00a0 In addition to short stories, she is currently writing a full-length novel for publication in 2022.\u00a0 Frances\u2019 second husband is also a writer. They travelled all over the world, before finally settling in Australia.","url":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/author\/frances-alba\/"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37447","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/233"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37447"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37447\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47459,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37447\/revisions\/47459"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/37448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37447"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37447"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37447"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=37447"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}