The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 21: 11 Erotica Books

By AmorBooks.com

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.

All of the 11 chosen books are exclusive to this specific collection, so even if you've purchased other volumes of ”The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection” you can rest assured that you will receive no duplicates between collections.

These are the 11 included books in this collection:

Bad Girl, Maggie by Inez Eaton

Escorting Naomi by Victoria Lawson

Fortune’s Blessing by Cynthia Conley

A Second Impression by Emma Bishop

Big Move - Erotic Road Trip by Bonnie Robles

The Divorcee’s Show by Evelyn Hunt

Good Morning Miss Brown by Pauline Orr

Her Affair - The Model by Sue Harrington

Hidden Fires of Desire by Monica Austin

Debutante by Nellie Cross

Calling Carl by Andrea Dunn

Whether you prefer romantic erotica, light erotica, or really hardcore stories you will surely be satisfied as this collection is a mix of the best of the best across many different erotica genres.

Simply put: If you have even the slightest interest in reading great Erotica specifically written for women readers, you are going to LOVE this collection!

Warning: This story is intended for adult readers 18 years of age or older. It contains explicit language and graphic sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005826895

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Table of Contents

Bad Girl, Maggie

Escorting Naomi

Fortune’s Blessing

A Second Impression

Big Move - Erotic Road Trip

The Divorcee’s Show

Good Morning Miss Brown

Her Affair - The Model

Hidden Fires of Desire

Debutante

Calling Carl

Bad Girl, Maggie

by

Inez Eaton

Maggie continued to sit on the bay window ledge. It was a comfortable reading bed, with pillows and small mattress, and she loved to sit by it and look out the window. Her computer was on her lap, as it always was.

She worked quickly on her new project. Another article for some overseas client that needed a professional ghostwriter. It wasn’t much of a career, but with her husband’s job she didn’t need to worry about money.

She loved her husband, Bruce. They had met years ago in college, back when she still wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life. She had always loved writing, but didn’t think it could ever pay the bills.

She hated the idea of teaching and she was so unsure about her ability finding a publisher had been ignored. Maggie took a handful of literary and writing classes though, hoping to sharpen her skill. Maybe she’d eventually be confident enough to find a publisher.

Bruce had always wanted to work with his hands. He was a restless and crafty man, and quickly discovered the exciting word of underwater welding. After a couple years of classes, and falling in love with Maggie they set out to make a life together. Though his career as a welder had been filled with more problems than either of them had bargained for.

Maggie had said on several occasions that she didn’t mind, but the fact he could be gone weeks at time, and come home to rest for a few days, did in fact bother her. Though she would never say it, she loved him and had promised to support him.

He often wished he had picked a career that would let him be home more often, but the money and excitement was just as fulfilling. At least she could keep herself busy with her writing, and always had enough money to spend on nights out with friends if she wanted.

Instead she spent most of her time sitting at her bay window and writing. She often wrote about the excitement of her husband’s life, and wrote articles on a variety of topics. Her favorite jobs were writing erotica stories.

While her sex life wasn’t nonexistent, it was just barely above that. Bruce was away for weeks at a time, and when he was home for a week or two he was too tired to do anything more than sleep. Naturally, they both wished it could have been better, but the topic was often avoided.

She would just have to be happy with writing about sexual experiences, whether they were ones she imagined with Bruce, or an encounter between two strangers she created in her mind. There was a thrill in writing something so provocative, and then getting money for it.

There were a few clients that would give her sexy projects, and often gave her story lines she could use to write the stories quickly. Every now and then she would write her own stories. Either way it became difficult to keep her body from getting excited as she wrote the steamy scenes.

Eventually Maggie got into the habit of masturbating after concluding her latest erotic story. Over time her lying in bed with a vibrator wasn’t quite enough to satisfy her. She tried watching porn on her laptop, and sometimes that was exciting; but eventually that became boring as well.

Her new thrill was going to chat rooms and finding some pervert to talk to her. She would beg them to demand her to pleasure herself, and something about their demands fulfilled her driving need.

Maggie looked out the bay window to the house next door. A man was moving from his car to the house carrying boxes. The moving truck had been there the day before. She was excited to have a new neighbor; it was always nice to meet new friends. She hadn’t been able to get a close look at the new stranger, but she was planning to welcome him to the neighborhood after he was settled.

He had gone back inside the large house and didn’t return to the car. Perhaps, he had finishing moving everything into the new home and was now unpacking. Maggie had only seen him moving into the rich home, it seemed odd that anyone would move to this neighborhood by themselves. Oh, well. She didn’t have any reason to worry about him now. She’d try to visit him later in the evening; it was only nice to welcome a newcomer.

She finished up the article and sent it to the employer. She then opened up the notes to her latest project. A basic, boring erotica about a couple inviting another woman to their bed. This had been a story she had written many times and tried to make each one as different and creative as she could.

She opened a fresh page in her word program and began typing away. The beginning of the story took a little longer since she had to introduce the characters, and eventually she was able to start writing about the steamy encounter.

The man demanded the addition to the party to play with herself. As she wrote out the words she felt a tingling in her pants. She wrote about the woman and she began fingering her wet privates, as the other woman sucked hard on her man’s penis.

The more she wrote the more excited she got and could feel her own panties getting wet at the idea. Her face became red, and she eventually reached the story’s conclusion. Each character reached their climax and she found herself envying them.

She quickly sent the story to the employer, then rushed to her bedroom with her laptop. Porn and her vibrator would have to do. She wouldn’t be able to call Bruce for another day or two. Usually the sound of his voice pushed her over the edge, and sometimes their conversations turned into heated phone sex. She would definitely call him when she was able to.

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Maggie hadn’t meant to fall asleep last night after her pleasure session. She had wanted to get up and dressed, and then meet the new neighbor. After all, that was the right thing to do. She hadn’t liked their old neighbors. The house had belonged to a crotchety old couple that tended to ignore her, or ask her to cut their lawn. Hopefully this one would be a bit better.

She got out of bed and took a shower. The warm needles of the water felt good on her skin, and she began to feel more awake as she scrubbed at her body. She got dressed, simple blue jeans and a flowing blouse; and then went to the kitchen to cook herself some breakfast.

The meal of eggs and hash browns had been delicious! She applauded herself loudly at how much her cooking had improved. It seemed making food for herself had become even more enjoyable than going out to eat.

She had never been the best cook. That had always been Bruce’s specialty; but being a housewife forced her to learn. She washed the dishes, and then vacuumed the entire house and organized any messes she may have made. The couple had always liked a clean house, and Maggie had gotten into a habit of keeping it nearly spotless.

She then went back to the kitchen and pulled out her baking ingredients. Most people baked things for new neighbors, right? She sat her laptop on the counter and looked up a recipe for muffins.

She would be more than happy to eat some for dessert or as a snack over the next few days. Hopefully the new neighbor would like them. She began to debate between blueberry or chocolate muffins. When she found a recipe for blueberry chocolate muffins, her decision was made. She pulled out the ingredients and followed the directions to the T.

The smell of the delicious creation filled the house a couple of hours later. Her mouth watered at the thought of finally tasting them. She set them on the counter to cool and then sat by the bay window to finish writing her current article. It didn’t take long to finish it.

She checked the clock; it was a little after noon. She went back to the kitchen and took out half of the warm muffins and put them on a plate. She wrapped it in saran wrap, and then held the plate in both hands and began to make her way to the next house over.

Maggie stood on the large patio. She held her chest high and back straight to give the look of confidence. A friendly smile was plastered on her face as she waited for the door to open. She had rang the doorbell, and was hoping the new neighbor would answer soon. When it finally opened, she held up the plate bearing muffins, an even bigger smile spreading across her face.

Hi, new neighbor! I’m Maggie, from the house over there, she pointed to her own home, I just wanted to welcome you.

The door opened a bit further. A man peeked out at her, his face showing that he had just woken up from a deep sleep. He stared at her through droopy eyes, and then at the muffins.

He was tall, about 5’10 with gorgeous brown hair that was cut into a curling shag. He only wore a pair of plaid pajama pants, and his bare body showed the deeply cut V that went into the waist band. Maggie couldn’t help but stare in amazement, and she felt the heat in her underwear again.

Carson, he said, taking the plate of muffins from her. His voice was sleepy with a hit of a British accent that sent another shock between her legs. She had never seen anyone this attractive.

Welcome to the neighborhood, Carson, she said her voice coming out in a seductive husk; she had wanted to sound more cheery. So are you here by yourself?

I am. A bit fancy for a bachelor pad, but I’m closer to work, he said, his voice slowly sounding more awake and alert. He looked down at the muffins in his hand, and then his golden eyes traced along Maggie’s body.

His intense glace made her body shutter and she tried to remain still and appear confident. They’re blueberry chocolate. I hope you like them.

Thanks, he said, his golden eyes meeting hers. A slight smile shown beneath his sleepy gaze, and she suddenly felt the urge to grab him and kiss him.

Well, I got to get back home. I have some work I need to do, she said quickly. She needed to get away, get away from that sexy gaze and hard fit frame. She gave him another smile before turning to rush off the porch. She moved quickly down the sidewalk to her house.

She glanced back. He was still standing at the door, muffins in hand. He gave her another smile before backing into the house and closing the door. She rushed inside, and slammed the door behind her. She groaned and threw her back against the door. She felt hot, and her panties pressed wetly between her legs. What was she going to do?

***

Maggie sat by the window again with the laptop on her legs. She typed away, letting her thoughts and ideas flow through her. She imagined Carson, coming over and sweeping her off her feet, stripping her and throwing her on the bed. Her body shuttered as she wrote the story out. This had been the fourth story about him she had written this week since she welcomed him to the neighborhood. Each one seemed hotter and steamier than the last. She couldn’t handle it. There was no way she could finish the story without relief.

She quickly opened the internet browser and logged on to the ill reputable chat room. It didn’t take long before she found someone that was willing to tell her what to do. She gave them her Skype and he friended her.

She turned on the camera and looked at herself. She looked lovely, even without makeup. Her brown hair plunged straight to her shoulders and the thick bangs framed her face and complemented her brown eyes. The top of her petite frame could be seen perfectly, covered in a thin tank top. She rarely wore a bra anymore, and her nipples stood hard against the fabric.

The man invited her to view his camera. She accepted and was immediately assaulted by the sight of a long hard penis. She rolled her eyes; she didn’t care too much about watching him.

Take off your shirt, he said through the mike.

She was quick to oblige, moving slowly to tease him through the camera.

Take a boob in each hand, and then tease your nipples.

She gave a daring smile to the camera and then grabbed her perky B cup breasts. She rubbed the nipples with her fingers, and began to pull them.

Does that feel good?

Uh huh, she replied seductively.

Pull your nipples harder.

She did, and let out a slight moan to show her excitement.

Can you move your camera down so I can see between your legs? Don’t stop playing with your nipples.

She pushed the laptop between her legs and angled the camera to show between her legs and up her stomach to her perky titties.

Mmm, that’s nice. His hand moved up and down his shaft. Take off your shorts, baby.

Again she obliged. Lifting her butt over the camera and pulling the blue shorts down her legs with her underwear. She sat back down giving the camera full view of her pink pussy.

Suck on your fingers, baby.

She leaned forward and put two fingers in her mouth, taking them all the way and swirling her tongue around them to get them wet. The man moaned a bit into the mike. She wasn’t going to stop sucking on her fingers until he said so, and she moved them in and out of her mouth.

Lean back.

She did, making sure the pillows propped her up in the right position.

Use that left hand to play with your tits. Now take those fingers and rub them along your clit. Mmm, yea, baby. Do you like that?

Uh huh, she sounded in a high pitch squeal of arousal.

Rub those fingers up and down, get yourself nice and wet for me. Good. Now slap your clit a few times.

With each hit she gave a quick high pitched moan.

Now put those fingers inside of you. Slowly. Now, move them in and out, he stroked his cock faster and faster in the camera. Take your pink finger and shove it in that asshole.

She did. Her breathing became harder and harder, and soon she was moaning uncontrollably. She moaned, partially for his enjoyment, and for her own. As her fingers moved she they felt amazing, and soon the wetness was soaking the blankets beneath her.

She turned her head to the window, not wanting to keep her eyes open. Carson was standing on the sidewalk, staring at her in amazement. She froze, her eyes wide.

Don’t you dare stop, the voice said from the computer.

She didn’t realize she was still by the window, for the entire world to see. What was she doing? Carson was the last person she wanted to see her, so vulnerable and naked. Her face flushed with total embarrassment, and she slapped the laptop closed. Then she ran from the room and up to the bedroom. She jumped into the shower and turned the water on cold.

Why did he have so much power over her? She had always moved from the window to the bedroom to do her business. The story she had been writing about him had just turned her on so much. She hadn’t been thinking, and now she had embarrassed herself in front of him.

***

It had been days since her embarrassing incident. Maggie tried to put the thought aside, and pretend it hadn’t happened. She began writing her stories in her bedroom, so as not to make the same mistake again.

She wrote story after story about Carson, and all the things he would make her do to herself, and the things he would do to her. She wouldn’t allow herself release though. She avoided the porn sites and chat rooms, and always took a cold shower if she became too hot.

She was sitting at the dining table with a hot tea in hand. Papers