Bath Time

By Sara Dunbar

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but they don't tell you about the physical longing and emptiness that two lovers must endure while separated for a long period of time. "Bath Time" is the second in a collection of short stories written in letter form by a young soldier who is separated from the love of his life, Audrey. In each of these letters, he tells her about a dream fantasy that involved the two of them.

The short stories in this series are:
Red Satin
Bath Time
Beach Escape
Midnight Snack

This short story contains mature subject matter and is not intended for anyone under the age of 18.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sara Dunbar
• Release date: Oct 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301135028

Sara Dunbar

Sara Dunbar has been writing fiction for over twenty years. She wrote her first erotica short story as a dare, and that triggered a number of others. She has since gone on to publish almost fifty different erotica titles, with no doubt many more to come.

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Bath Time

Written by Sara Dunbar

Published by Sara Dunbar at Smashwords

Copyright 2021, Sara Dunbar

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This short story contains mature subject matter and is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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My Dearest Audrey,

I find myself thinking about you all the time, and words just simply cannot express how much I miss you. I had another dream about you last night, and it was so vivid that I woke up with an overwhelming sense of longing. The whole dream was centered on one of your long soaking sessions in the tub. I know how much you love to take a hot bath and relax, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to interrupt!

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I wake up from a nap and reach beside me, only to find that you aren’t there. I’m lying on the bed with my work clothes on, the dark blue slacks with the blue Oxford shirt and the tie you bought me for Father’s Day last year. My tie is loosened around my neck, and I go ahead and pull it off completely as I swing my legs off the side of the bed. I sit there a moment, trying to wake up and get myself oriented and wondering where you are. Then I hear it.

That all too familiar sound of you stirring in the tub as you soak and relax. You don’t know it, but there have been so many times