2019 Erotica Anthology

By Ethan McCaffrey

A collection of short stories published by Ethan McCaffrey in 2019. Titles include:
- Duchess
- Turned Ankle
- The Lunch Gig
- Girl in the Hallway (bonus - previously unpublished)
- The Jolene Weekend

Five stories to get your blood racing and keep you warm on a cold evening!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ethan McCaffrey
• Release date: Feb 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463859414

Ethan McCaffrey

Ethan McCaffrey writes erotic fiction with a unique perspective - he is a hopeless romantic who spins stories of confusion, longing, and loss. There are no sociopaths in his stories, just regular people who have secret pain and sorrow. These people meet and help each other heal from their pain and make their futures brighter. There's plenty of hot action as well, in service of the discovery of feelings reborn and lives redeemed.

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DUCHESS

Story 1 of the

Losing It Series

Ethan McCaffrey

COPYRIGHT

Duchess, Story 1 of the Losing It Series

Copyright © 2019 by Ethan McCaffrey

Licensed material is being used for

illustrative purposes only.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance

to any person living or dead is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from Ethan McCaffrey.

Published in the United States of America

WARNING

This story contains graphic sexual descriptions of such acts as consensual sex between two women and a man, lesbian sex, and fellatio. If stories which feature scenes that go into great detail when relaying such acts offends you, please do not buy or read this book.

Please keep out of reach of anyone 18 years of age or younger.

1. Introduction

I don't understand what is happening...

This is a sentence that I said to myself often in the last six months. I don't think that much has changed with me. I'm still in good shape, my smile still gleams, and I'm still open to experimenting and growing as an actress. However, for some reason, my agent hasn't been calling much lately.

My career has been satisfying and varied to this point, and I've never seen it ending. My work has been recognized by several important critics but has never risen to the level of major industry awards. I'm OK with that, as long as I can be proud of the work I've done, which I am.

Did I piss someone off? The creative process causes disagreements, and yes, arguments, but most of the time, they are written off to the process and forgotten. However, you never know what people will remember, so maybe I hit someone the wrong way one day. I couldn't worry about that. You have no control over someone else's emotions, but if I knew that I did that, I'd welcome the opportunity to set things right...but I didn't know.

All I know is that I'm not working as much as I did, and I'm starting to get scared. I'm not scared from a financial perspective, which is good - I was smart with my money when I made it, and I don't have to worry about my security for the rest of my life. Also, I still get alimony from my failed marriage, so I should be thankful. I'm just scared that no one will want me to act anymore - I don't know how I could handle that. For better or worse, adulation is pretty nice, and I didn't know how much I relied on it for my self-esteem until now.

It's getting to the point where I don't even want to get a coffee in fear that I'll be recognized and asked about what I'm doing now - I don't know what to say that wouldn't make me feel ashamed. I know that my life is good, relatively speaking, but I still have this fear, and it’s becoming more and more paralyzing.

2. Coffee Date

It was a sunny and warm Thursday morning when I convinced myself that I couldn't hide in my condo forever and decided that I'd get that coffee. I called my friend Susan and asked her to go with me. We hadn't talked in several weeks, so she jumped at the chance. Susan is a stay-at-home mom with two kids in school, so she can always use the break. I love Susan as a sister because she just sees me as a friend, and not as a star. Very few people thought of me as a star any more, but she never did.

We met up in the parking lot, hugged, and made our way to the café. We placed our order, which I paid for - the least I could do for my friend. We found a table near the back and made ourselves comfortable. When our drinks were ready, I got up to get them. As I was doing that, I caught the eye of a nice-looking gentleman at another table. I'm accustomed to being looked at in public, but there was something about him that particularly caught my eye, however fleeting. I smiled to myself as I returned to our table.

We enjoyed our drinks while catching up on each other’s lives. Her kids were doing well in school and were active in soccer, so that took up most of Susan's time. Her husband was continuing his climb up the ladder of his company, so their lives were pretty comfortable. I was very happy to hear about her life. I told her about what passed for my life, keeping as positive an attitude toward it as I could. I figured that there's no use in bringing my friend down with my relatively petty insecurities.

We were just about finished with our coffees when the man I saw earlier came up to our table.

Excuse me, are you Monica Freeman?

Yes, I am, I replied.

My name is Jack. A pleasure to meet you, he said as he extended his hand. I shook it to be polite. Jack then turned to Susan.

And you are...?

My name is Susan, she said.

A pleasure to meet you as well, Susan, as he shook her hand. Are you a star as well?

No, I'm just a mom, she said, blushing.

Hmmm...Two things: one, there's no such thing as 'Just a mom,’ and two, you should be a star.

Well, thank you, Jack. I didn't know a person could get redder in the face than Susan. Jack was making a lot of points with me for being nice to Susan - it doesn't happen that often to my companions.

Jack turned his attention back to me. Do you mind if I join you?

I looked at Susan, who nodded in the affirmative. Sure, Jack, please sit down, I said.

Jack pulled a chair from an adjoining table and sat with us, placing his iPad on the table. Can I get either of you another drink?

Susan couldn't speak because of the attention Jack gave her, so I spoke for her. Sure, we both have an Americano with a little cream.

Great, I'll be right back, Jack said, rising from his chair. He left his iPad on the table.

He walked to the counter with confidence. He was an attractive man, to be sure - about six feet tall, trim, with a thin beard and mustache. His dark hair had some streaks of grey, which has always been very sexy to me. I would think he's in his forties and is probably very successful, but I wondered why he was having a coffee in the late morning on a Thursday –I would have to ask him about that, I thought.

Susan and I followed him to the counter with our eyes and turned back to each other when he got there. We giggled at each other like schoolgirls while Jack was waiting for our order. He looked at us from the counter and smiled. That just made us giggle more.

Susan whispered to me, I'll be happy to cut out if you want me to. He's cute - you should go for it.

Don't be silly, Susan, I whispered back. He's just a fan. I bet he's gone in five minutes.

Jack came back with drinks for all three of us. We smiled as he