The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 72: 11 Erotica Books

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This is a massive collection of 11 Erotic Books for Women, an ultimate package consisting of 11 tremendously popular Erotic Short Stories for Women, by 11 different authors.

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These are the 11 included books in this collection:

The Compromise by Rebecca Milton

Taming the President by Jean Mathis

The Concert by Emma Bishop

The Finer Points by Holly Savage

The Anal Game by Evelyn Hunt

Tender Loving Care by Sue Harrington

Sticking it to the Ex by Bonnie Robles

Stellar Orgy by Heather Morin

Suite Seduction by Janet Bryant

Sex Addicts by Inez Eaton

Project Phoenix by Odette Haynes

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Warning: These stories are intended for adult readers 18 years of age or older. They contain explicit language and graphic sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005532284

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Table of Contents

The Compromise

Taming the President

The Concert

The Finer Points

The Anal Game

Tender Loving Care

Sticking it to the Ex

Stellar Orgy

Suite Seduction

Sex Addicts

Project Phoenix

The Compromise

by

Rebecca Milton

Well, the good news, Angela said as she slid into the seat across from me, Jared doesn’t want a prenup. The bad news is, he does want a restraining order. The waitress brought coffee and we both ordered pancakes. So, I guess the wedding is really off. She sighed.

I would have thought the wedding was off when Jared went to Paris for a month with the woman from accounting, I said. I mean, that would be my first clue. The second clue would be when he said; ‘Angela, I don’t want to marry you.'

No, no, it was Angela, I have no INTENTION of marrying you," she corrected me.

My mistake, either way, that would have been a pretty good clue.

I was holding out hope, she said, a girl has to hope.

A girl has to stalk too, apparently. I poured cream, real cream, into my coffee. I love that they still have real cream here.

I know, Angela said, it’s truly one of the few good things left in the world. The waitress brought our pancakes and we applied butter and syrup. I am so going to enjoy vomiting these up later, she said and put a slice of cakes in her mouth. She made a yummy sound and did a little dance in her seat. So good, she sighed.

Wait, you’re still vomiting? Why?

Wedding dress, she said as she swirled more syrup on her stack, gotta fit into the wedding dress.

The wedding isn’t going to happen, Angela.

Not right now, she said, but, who knows what the future holds. Gotta be ready. She smiled and we ate. After breakfast we said goodbye, hugged and made plans to meet up again in a few days. I told her to call me if she needed me, she promised she was fine and still good. I called her a psycho, she agreed and hugged me again. But, I’m one of those fun psychos, right? Not one of those, let’s ditch this psycho and get the hell out go here, right?

You are the most fun psycho I know, I assured her. I cannot wait to hear the next chapter in your psycho life saga. With a wave and blown kiss, she was off. I grabbed a cab and headed to my office.

***

Later that day I got a text message from Angela. I opened it and saw a picture of her in a wedding dress. She had written; Changed my mind, I think this one showcases my boobs better, Jared simply hearts my boobs. I laughed and wrote back that she was truly crazy, but, that her boobs did look fantastic in the dress. After I pressed send, I wondered if Angela was fooling around or if she was really serious. I knew she had taken the breakup hard. When Jared had gone to Paris for a month with Molly, a very pretty, timid woman from the accounting department in Angela’s office, Angela had a minor meltdown.

Still, I truly believed she was kidding. I thought she was joking to get over it and I was playing right along. I wasn’t too concerned, Angela was smart, beautiful, funny, I knew that it was only a matter of time and she would be dating again and happy again. I took her jokes as a good sign. Perhaps I was overlooking something serious. I got another text from her that said But fun psycho, right? I texted back Definitely! and felt a little better.

***

Two nights later I was out on a first date with a guy named Parker. He was stiff and proper and I did not see it going anywhere, but it was nice to be out and I had wanted to try the restaurant for a while. We were at a place in the loop called Darvin’s, sitting at the bar, waiting for a table, when Angelia stumbled up to us. She was a little tipsy.

Did you like the new wedding dress, she asked, draping an arm around me, seriously, doesn’t it just pop the boobs? She laughed and gestured to her boobs, which, honestly, were incredible. I looked at Parker and he seemed very uncomfortable.

Angela, this is Parker, Parker this is my best friend, Angela. He extended his hand and she looked at it, then at me.

Are you on a date, she asked with honest surprise, is this a date situation?

Yes, Parker said, this is... um... our first date, actually. He smiled, uneasy.

First date, Angela said, a little too loud, what was your name again?

Parker.

Parker, like Peter Parker, Angela said, getting close to him, sizing him up. Peter Parker picked a peck of pickled peppers, Parker? OK, more than tipsy.

Um... no, just Parker.

Just Parker, how sad. She turned to me, Parker doesn’t have a last name. Let’s take up a collection and get Parker a last name.

All right, that’s not... Parker tried to speak, she cut him off.

How about this, Parky, she said, putting her nose right against his, why don’t we have a telethon and get you a nice, new last name. I was laughing because, well frankly, it was funny. Angela could always make me laugh. I don’t think Parker found it very amusing.

OK, Angela, I said, pulling her away from Parker, Why don’t you go home and I will finish having a very nice evening with Parker.

First date, she said to me and I nodded. She leaned over to Parker and drunk whispered to him, I’m guessing, last date there Parky Poo. Doesn’t mean you can’t try to tap her ass. She has a sweet ass, don’t you think, Parking Lot? He was stunned. I was as well, I had no idea Angela thought I had a sweet ass. I mean, I know I’m attractive, but it’s nice to hear it occasionally. What do you say Parking Permit?

It’s Parker, he said in a very constricted, terse tone, just Parker and yes, she has a very fine ass. That seemed to slip out by accident. Angela smacked him on the chest.

Good for you, Park Slope, checking out the booty. He suddenly turned red.

I was not... he stammered, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.

You don’t think I have a sweet ass? I asked him, he got redder.

No, I mean, yes, your ass is quite fine. He was still struggling to gain control, it’s just not... I don’t want you to think I was checking out the booty as you friend here says.

He thinks you have a fine ass, Angela said to me, maybe this won’t be the last date. I took her by the arm and lead her away from Parker and out the front door. We stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

You need to go home, I said, go home, go to bed.

Are you mad?

No, but I’m pretty sure Parker isn’t too pleased.

Do you like him? I hailed a cab and stuffed her into the back seat. Do you think you’ll take him home and ride him like a dirt bike?

I think he’s... fine, I said and gave the driver her address, I’ll call you tomorrow. I closed the door. She opened the window and shouted as the cab pulled away.

Good night Park and Ride. She waved and laughed hysterically. I watched her go and then slowly returned to my date.

***

At nine the next morning there was a knock on my door. I padded from the bedroom in robe and pajamas and leaned my ear against the door.

Who is it? I said. no one I knew would show up at my place at nine on a Sunday.

A very contrite friend, Angela said. I come bearing gifts of caffeine and sweets.

I opened the door. She looked a little rough. She had on a baseball hat, her sunglasses, an oversized sweatshirt and a worn pair of jeans. Yet, somehow, she still looked kind of hot.

Mea culpa, she said and came in. We sat at the kitchen table. She had brought coffee and a box of the most decadent pastries from Le Petite Cocoon, a French bakery in my neighborhood. I found it impossible to be mad at her. She had gotten up early after what was obviously a bad night. I am so sorry about last night.

It’s OK, I said, giving her a hug and forgiving her. You need aspirin?

Yes, please, she said and sipped her coffee. I went to the bathroom and got aspirin, when I came back her head was resting on the table. I gave her water, she took aspirin and sipped her coffee.

What happened last night honey, how did you get so, drunk? Were you alone?

No, she said, I was with Jared.

You were with...

Well, not really with... I was at the table beside him. He and Molly.

Angela, I said, suddenly becoming very worried, what were you doing there?

I wanted to show him the new wedding dress, she said and started to cry. He’s not going to marry me, is he? I felt a little bit of relief, she seemed to be finally grasping the reality of the situation. I put an arm around her.

No sweetheart, he is not going to marry you. I think he’s kind of caught up with Molly. She sobbed for a while and then calmed down.

She’s really kind of pretty, she said through tears, he seems very happy with her. I mean, he seems happy when he isn’t yelling at me and getting the waiter to throw me out. I laughed and she did as well. Oh, I feel so stupid, she said, did I completely ruin things with you and... Peter?

Parker, no you didn’t ruin anything, believe me.

Really, she said getting a little excited, did you allow Parky access to your nether regions?

No, god no. I cannot imagine he would be any good in bed, what with that giant stick up his ass. She giggled.

He did seem a little of ass stuck, even drunk I could tell. Did you at least have a nice dinner?

Oh yes, the duck there is just... Well, it’s the orgasm I am sure Parker never would have been able to give me. She laughed and then got deeply quiet. You OK, sweetie?

I am, I just... You know, the sex with Jared was... really, really good. You wouldn’t know it to look at him, he comes off as a little proper, not Parker proper but... You know what I mean.

I do. I always wanted to ask you about the sex, I assumed it was good because, well, you’re a psycho stalker now so, I guessed there was something behind that.

She laughed, but it was a distant kind of laugh. She opened a sugar packet and poured it on the counter. She slowly ran her index finger through it, like a little, personal, confectionery Zen garden. I sat and watched her. She was quiet for a moment and then, never taking her eyes off the sugar, she spoke.

He was... so sexy, she began, so sexy. He was obsessed with this pair of panties I had. Light purple, full back, sort of high waist. He loved them. He wasn’t so much into thongs or lace, he liked these, purple, cotton, simple. He would call me on a Friday afternoon from work; ‘I scored a joint from Benny,' this guy in the mail room, I’ll be over at seven.

She continued to move her finger through the sugar, I was being drawn in. I’d put on those panties, matching bra and wait. I would get so excited thinking about the night. He’d come over and we’d sit in the kitchen and drink good whiskey and smoke the joint. Passing it back and forth. Then, he’d pull his chair right next to mine, take a deep, deep hit off the joint, grab my hair, pull my head back, I’d open my mouth and he’d place his mouth over mine and shotgun the hit. We’d pass the hit back and forth until there was nothing left. Then, he’d whisper...

She paused, her finger kept moving, "he had this way, this deep, warm brown whisper he’d use. He would whisper, are you wearing them? I’d get excited. I would be practically bouncing in my chair, I could hardly control myself. I’d say yes, like a little girl and he’d whisper, good."

She opened another sugar packet and added it to her garden, Then he’d kiss me, sort of hover his open mouth over mine, touch my lips with the tip of his tongue. It drove me crazy. When I couldn’t take anymore, and he’d know, he just knew, he’d grab my face and kiss me. This deep, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever and fill my whole body. We’d sit there and kiss and kiss. He held my face and just kissed me.

Her finger slowed, Then he’d stand me up, push me against the wall, put his hands on my hips and grind his crotch against my ass. This slow, easy gyration, his crotch grinding against me. I would get so hot, I would get dripping wet. He took his time. He was slow and deliberate. He’d pull my shirt up and kiss my back.

She moved her finger in slow, easy circles, I was rapt. The thing is, when he pulled up my shirt he....he sighed. He sighed at the sight of my skin. I mean, we’d been together for a while, he had seen me naked but, on those nights, it was like he was seeing me for the first time. He’d sigh and touch my skin. Then he’d kiss my back, move his hands up the sides of my body, slide them down my ribs and then, he’d take my breasts gently in his hands. Still grinding against me and he’d run his fingers over them, not taking the bra off, not yet. Then, his hands would slide back down, rest on my hips, pull my ass tight to him.

She kept talking, but I got up, went to the cupboard and brought out the large stoneware container that I kept the sugar in. I poured a full scoop onto the counter, into her garden. She didn’t flinch, she kept her finger moving, kept her narrative going.

Now, he would unbutton my jeans, unzip them slowly, pull them down a bit and move his right hand, he’s right handed, down between my legs. Over the panties. I would widen my stance so he could get in between my thighs easily and he would whisper, thank you. He’d thank me and that would send chills through my body. He’d rub my pussy over the panties. Just back and forth, an easy, steady rhythm. Then, he’d pull my jeans off, kneeling on the floor, helping me step out of them and kiss my legs as he stood up again. Kiss all the way up. Kiss my ass, kiss my back, place his crotch back against my ass and grind while his hand, his right hand, slipped under the waistband of my panties. Slipped down to my pussy which, I am telling you, was just soaking wet.

She poured another scoop of sugar onto the table and her garden got bigger. She made larger swirls, still slow, still controlled. I was standing behind her now, wrapped in her story, watching her designs, I placed a hand on her back and she leaned into it.

He would touch my clit so softly, so easily and, no joke, in like two-seconds he’d make me come. He’d lean close to my ear and whisper that whisper, yes, he’d say, you come for me my love, he’d say. It would just send me. Then, he’d turn me, fast hard, and he’d kiss me. I’d wrap a leg around him. Try to crawl into him, kiss him.

I placed another hand on her back. "Then, he’d say, undress me, slowly. I would. I would go so slow, button by button. I wanted to just rip his clothes off but, he made me go slow. All the time he was touching my clit, pinching my nipples, making me weak. When he was naked, his cock...