Erica
By The Collector at Chuckst35@aol.com
Erica’s beauty…and strength


Copyright 1998 The Collector
This story is of an adult nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.
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Erica and I had just come back to her apartment after our ninth date.  
We were getting very close to one another, though we had yet to be 
intimate.  Each time I brought the subject up, she explained her intent 
of waiting until marriage so she was sure she’d found the right guy.  
She also said she didn’t feel we knew each other well enough and that 
better to wait.  I knew she was right, but I really didn’t care.  

We had met at a company picnic and hit it off immediately.  We were both 
part of the committee that put the activities together and we’d spent 
several hours coordinating activities, arranging caterers, and the like 
and we enjoyed each other’s company.  A couple weeks after the picnic, I 
asked her out.   Our first date went well into the night, just talking 
about each other, our families, our dreams, and we formed a bond that 
was to become stronger as we saw more of each other. 

We had spent the day at an amusement park, did all the rides, ate too 
much, got too much sun, and were dead tired.  We picked up a video on 
the way home, put it in the VCR and collapsed on the couch.  As she lay 
out stretched in front of me, it was all I could do to keep my hands 
from straying too far.  I kept them around her; careful not to infringe 
upon her, though just looking at her made me cringe.  I nibbled at her 
neck, to try to get her in the mood, but all it did was tickle her, and 
she’d slap my leg and tell me to watch it.  But I’d often hit a sweet 
spot that I knew she liked, but felt the compulsion to resist my 
advances anyway.  Our legs were wrapped around each other’s and I’d 
casually glance down at hers, which only aggravated my situation. 

Erica had a certain look about her that was irresistible.  At 5’5” and 
just over 115 pounds, she had a long sleek body that went perfectly with 
her dark, curly hair.  She had full lips that invited me to kiss them 
every time she smiled.  Her face was classic, with high cheekbones, and 
the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen.  She could wear anything and look 
good, her body was that good, with curves, that seemed to make her body 
call for me.  She felt her breasts were too big for her frame, but good 
guy that I am, told her they were perfect for her, which they were.  She 
had a look that was truly feminine, almost frail, that made me want to 
protect her. 

As the movie was coming to an end, I nudged a little closer to her neck 
and placed my hand on her breast.  I nibbled a little too voraciously as 
she slapped my leg hard and got up. 

“Chuck, I told you to stop.” 

I approached her, my hand gently stroking her shoulder. 

“I know honey, I’m sorry.  I just thought that…well, that maybe you were 
ready.  We’ve been dating for how long now.  I mean…isn’t it time?” 

She looked at me with those sad eyes that seemed to melt me. 

“I know you want to honey, but I just don’t think we’re ready yet, we 
just don’t know each other well enough.” 

“But what’s to know?  I’ve told you everything about me…and I’ve been 
honest too.  I’ve never lied to you.  And you’ve told me everything 
about you.  Erica I’m so in love with you sometimes I just can’t take 
not having you.  I just want you so bad.” 

“I know you do, Chuck, and that’s what hurts me.  I want to give you 
everything, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea.  Not yet.  Like I said, 
we just don’t know enough about each other.” 

“But what’s left to know, I’ve told you everything about me.” 

“I know, but you don’t know everything about me.  And I’m not sure when 
I should tell you.” 

“Is there some deep dark secret I should know?” I asked laughingly. 

“Honey, it’s not that bad, but you might not like it when you find out.  
But it’s the way I am…and I like me this way, and I don’t think you 
will.” 

I was curious at this mystery she was keeping from me, now wanting to 
know what it was that she thinks would affect our relationship. 

“Erica, I can’t think of anything that would make me love you any less.  
There’s nothing you could say that would change anything.” 

“Oh, it’d change us alright, it just depends on whether or not you’d 
like it.  And I don’t want it to ruin our relationship.” 

I moved closer, trying to reassure her.  “Honey, whatever it is, just 
tell me, I can handle it.” 

“I guess I really should since you’ll find out eventually anyway.  Maybe 
I should have said something before, but I didn’t want to scare you 
away.” 

“Honey, nothing could scare me away from you.  Come on, please tell me.” 

“OK, Chuck, but we may not be the same after tonight.  I hope we’re 
better, but only one way to find out” 

She went back to the couch, patting the seat next to her.  I sat down 
beside her as she took my hand. 

She started, “I had thought that maybe you’d have caught on by now, that 
maybe I’d slipped or something.  I know I did at the picnic, you just 
didn’t see it.” 

I gripped her hand tighter, trying to reassure her.  “Go on.” 

I could see tears in her eyes, now knowing how hard this was for her.  I 
wiped a tear from her cheek as she looked at me, my longing for her only 
increasing. 

“Honey, I’m not like other people, I’m really different, it’s kind of 
freaky really and I really don’t understand it.  Oh, I still don’t know 
if I should tell you, or show you.” 

“Well, now you’ve got me curious, but I think you’re making too much out 
of this.” 

She hesitated a moment, then she said, “Well, I guess maybe I have to 
show you.  Would you go get that poker thingy by the fireplace?” 

I looked at her with a puzzled look then hesitantly walked to the 
fireplace, grabbed the poker, not knowing where this was headed, and 
came back to the couch. 

“OK, now what?” 

“Can you bend it, like curl it in half?” 

“Honey this is made of iron, nobody can do that.” 

“But what if I told you I could?” 

“I’d say you’ve had too much to drink, except you haven’t been 
drinking.” 

“But I can honey.  And I can prove it.  But first, show me that you 
can’t…or maybe you can” 

I just looked at her; stared into her eyes, now unsure of what she was 
doing.  Deferring to her, I took the poker, my hands at either end and 
tried bending it.  I knew it was a waste of time before I started, but 
tried nonetheless, using every ounce of strength I could muster.  When I 
finished, I handed it to Erica. 

“I told you there’s no way anybody can bend that.” 

“Well, watch Honey, I’m going to prove you wrong.” 

She grabbed the bar with her hands at either end, the same way I did, 
then looked at me.  Almost effortlessly, the poker started to bend!  The 
iron yielded in her soft feminine hands as she kept force on it and the 
ends began to move towards each other.  As she did this, I noticed 
conflicting emotions in her face; it was still sad, but I noticed a 
smile on her I hadn’t seen before, a smile of triumph. 

As for myself, I was stunned.  I just looked at her, this soft frail 
feminine woman doing easily what I couldn’t!  This must be a trick, I 
thought.  There’s got to be a reason, nobody could possibly do that.  As 
the ends came together, she just looked at me. 

“Now do you believe me?” she asked. 

“Honey, I don’t know how you did that, but there’s no way a woman is 
strong enough to do that.” 

“But you just saw me do it” she pleaded. 

“It must be a trick of some kind.  You can’t be that strong, no way.” 

“Well, if it’s a trick, maybe you can do something for me then.  Can you 
pull it apart into two pieces?” 

“If you bend it, I should be able to break it.”  I took it from her, and 
started pulling from the middle try to sever the poker.  It wasn’t going 
anyplace, at least in my hands.  Hesitantly, I handed it back to her. 

“Now you’re not going to say it’s a trick if I do it are you?” she 
asked. 

“Honey, if you can break that, I’ll believe it was you, but there’s no 
way that’s going to happen.” 

She took the poker, both hands in the middle, and began pulling.  I 
watched as the iron began to get thinner!  She was stretching it, 
pulling it like taffy.  Her eyes were fixed on it; a smile came to her 
as though enjoying the victory.  Her arms thin and feminine, yet 
apparently incredibly powerful, were shredding the iron poker.  Where 
could she get such strength?  I immediately became enthralled with her, 
seeing her in a different light, wanting her more than I ever had 
before. 

“How was that?” she asked. 

I tried to contain myself…”Gulp…honey, was that a trick too, or are you 
as strong as I think you are?” 

“That wasn’t really that hard Chuck.  I’ve been doing that since I was a 
girl.  I’m really a lot stronger.  I’ve wanted to tell you, but didn’t 
know how.  Now that you know, how does it make you feel?  Does it turn 
you off?  Do you still want me?” 

“Erica, I’m not sure how to tell you this, but your strength excites me 
so much…it’ so erotic…I love it that you’re so strong.  Honey, you have 
no idea what you’re doing to me.” 

A smile came to her immediately.  “You really like it?” 

“Honey, I think your strength is so sexy…it only makes me want you 
more.” 

A smile came to her face and she jumped on me, kissing me hard, wrapping 
her arms around me. The she looked into my eyes, trying to decide 
whether what I had told her was the truth or not. 

“If you feel that way, I could show you something else.  I mean, if you 
really want me too.” 

“Honey, I’d love for you to show off for me.  I just can’t believe 
you’re so strong…and so feminine.” 

“Come with me baby, I think I have something you might like.”  She took 
my hand and led me to a room next to her bedroom.  She opened a door 
that led into a very feminine looking weight room.  Everything was done 
in pastels, even the weights, making it look more like a boudoir than a 
room for weight training.  The smell of the room was even 
captivating…this was clearly a woman’s room. 

She took me to a bench, where weights were already sitting on a bar.  

“Lie down Honey, see if you can lift this.”  She said.  I took the 
position, grabbed the bar and, though I struggled, managed to push the 
bar up and back. 

She looked at me and smiled.  “That was great Honey, you’re stronger 
than I thought.” 

“How much was on there?” I asked. 

“To be honest, only 150 pounds.  I don’t like to keep a lot of weight on 
the bar when I’m not using it.  But you still did very well.” 

“You’re going to put more on there?”, I asked. 

“Yes, but not a lot more.  Put that plate on the other side.”  She did 
the same as I noticing they were 20-pound plates.  That meant 190 
pounds!  I didn’t see any way she could do this, but neither had I 
anticipated her manhandling of the poker. 

She walked to the head of the bench and stood facing the bar, then 
looked at me. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked. 

“I’m looking forward to it Honey, more than anything.”  And I was…I 
couldn’t wait to see what she could really do. 

A sudden gleam came to her eyes, as though she was being allowed to do 
something she had kept a secret. 

She smiled at me, then placed her right hand under the bar, and her left 
on her hip.  I suddenly sensed what was coming. 

“Oh no, Honey, you can’t be…you can’t be that strong.” I said, hoping it 
was possible. 

She just nodded at me, smiled, and I watched her arm lift the bar from 
the bench!  The bar was bending slightly from the weight at either end, 
but the weights offered no resistance to her .  She brought the bar up, 
then lifted it overhead as though it was a feather!  There was no strain 
on her face as she raised and lowered it three times, staring at me the 
whole time.  She set it down, and just stared at me, trying to gauge my 
reaction.  I was clearly shaken, my face flush, as her strength had sent 
a surge through me.  She walked to me, placed her hand on my chest and 
just looked at me. 

“Is that strong enough for you?” she asked coyly. 

I looked down at her, this striking feminine woman, still trying to 
understand where such strength could come from.  I was speechless, 
shaken, not knowing what to say, or how to act.  I approached her, and 
put my arms around her…and looked into her eyes.  I was sweating…wanting 
her now more than I’d ever wanted anything. 

“I-I don’t know what to say…your strength is …oh geez, I want you so 
bad.” 

She looked at me, biting her lip, as though trying to measure my 
response to her next question.  “Don’t know if I should ask this but, 
what if I told you I’ve fantasized about overpowering a man with my 
strength…making him do what I wanted…?”  

I was trembling…and she saw it immediately, not with fear, but from 
lust.  I wrapped my arms around her tighter, leaving no doubt about how 
I felt.  She kissed me on the cheek, then backed away from me. 

“Go wait in the living room, I’ll be out in a sec”, she said.  She left 
me there and went into her bedroom for a few minutes.  She came into the 
entrance to the living room, and stood for a moment, letting me savor 
her entrance.  My jaw dropped at the sight of her.. 

She came out wearing a blue negligee then walked and stopped in the 
middle of the room.  She did a quick pirouette for me, then just stood 
there.  Then she curled her finger at me, and grabbed my hand as I got 
close to her. 

As we walked towards the bedroom, I asked her…”Honey just how strong are 
you?” 

“You’ll find out in a few minutes.” 

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I can’t describe how Erica makes me feel.  She is beautiful enough to 
make the strongest man weak.  And her strength…I’ve never met anyone 
even approaching her physical power…she can toy with me as though I were 
an infant…and I have no complaints…. I don’t think even she knows the 
limits of her incredible strength, or fully understands what she does to 
me. 

When I watch Erica overcoming something the rest of us can’t comprehend, 
I’m amazed at the feeling she gets from the look on her face.  I’ve 
found that to doubt her doing anything is a mistake.  Her mental power 
is stronger than most people’s, and her physical strength is, as yet, 
unmatched by anyone I’ve seen or heard of. 

When we walk down the street together, every guy, and more than a few 
women look her way, and some even stare.  If they only knew the real 
Erica, knew that she could humble any one of them with the strength she 
possesses.  I particularly watch the women attracted to her, and wonder, 
how would they feel if they really knew?