The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 60: 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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Letters with Intent by Rebecca Milton

A Bonding Experience On The Trail by Jean Mathis

Mistaken Intentions by Janet Bryant

Her Dom Dreams by Evelyn Hunt

Favors and Revelations by Emma Bishop

Banging the Stripper by Colleen Poole

Easy Like a Sunday Morning by Samantha Kirby

More Than One Relationship In A Threesome by Bonnie Robles

Giving In To What She Really Wants by Georgia Farley

Instant Beginnings by Inez Eaton

Capturing the Moment 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: 9781005138103

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Table of Contents

Letters with Intent

A Bonding Experience On The Trail

Mistaken Intentions

Her Dom Dreams

Favors and Revelations

Banging the Stripper

Easy Like a Sunday Morning

More Than One Relationship In A Threesome

Giving In To What She Really Wants

Instant Beginnings

Capturing the Moment

Letters with Intent

by

Rebecca Milton

She had never read anything by William Faulkner.

He didn’t understand the concept behind People Magazine.

It’s a magazine about people, she tried to explain to him, hearing her own voice sounding like she was addressing a child, it’s about them and how they live. He cocked his head to the right, thought for a moment and then asked if perhaps his neighbors were in the magazine. Are they famous? she asked.

Not that I know of, he said, I know them and I see cars coming and going sometimes, they have invited me to parties by their pool, they know people, but I don’t think that constitutes as famous. Why?

Oh, she said, People magazine is about famous people. This made no sense to him at all. He put his fork down, dabbed his lips with his napkin, placed his hands flat on the table, either side of his plate and stared at her.

Well, that’s deceitful, he said, seeming to be quite upset about it, a magazine called People, should be about people. If it’s about famous people, it should be called Famous People Magazine. He looked down at his plate. It seemed to her that he had become so upset that he lost his appetite. People magazine should be about... well... just people... all people, all kinds of people.

Would you look at a magazine about regular people, she asked, seriously? Again, he thought. He was a thinker, this was apparent from the get go. Slowly he picked up his fork, placed his napkin back on his lap and munched a bit of his salad.

I don’t know, he sad at last, I certainly wouldn’t read a magazine about famous people.

Why not? she asked. This troubled her, she loved to read about famous people. She loved their photographs, loved to read recipes from them, famous people were a passion for her. She couldn’t understand someone not wanting to read, to know about famous people. You don’t want to read about famous people, they are so interesting. He looked up from his salad just as the waitress brought the entree and gave her the most curious look she had ever seen...

***

My Dearest Clara, his hand writing was smooth, clear and very, very legible. She instantly liked that and put the letter down. She took her coffee and sat in the big wing back chair by the large north facing window. She wanted to take her time with this letter. He talked of his work. He talked of his reading. He talked of the days, the weather and, he talked about their date. Their one date, set up by her mother, at the restaurant, over a month ago. But, as she read his words, it was apparent that the events of the day were present, foremost in his mind. This was intriguing to her. She was fascinated by it.

...I recall one moment, one part of our encounter quite clearly. You said to me; "you don’t want to read about famous people, they are so interesting. You went on to explain why they are so interesting and why it was fun to follow them, read about their lives. You talked of their beauty and how special they were. Do you know what I was thinking while you told me those things? I was thinking, if it is all about beauty and grace, if it is all about being interesting and special well then, Clara must be famous and I just don’t know it yet. To me, you described yourself...

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That’s one hell of a letter, Martha said and she handed the letter back to Clara, did you fuck this guy? Clara almost shot coffee out through her nose. Martha had a way, a very forward, very brash, very plain way of speaking that, even after knowing her for over fifteen years, still could make Clara blush, gasp or shoot liquids out through her nose.

Martha, Clara sighed, no, I did not fuck this guy. We had one date, my mother set it up. I thought it went horrible and then, I get this letter. Martha took the letter back and read through it again. She placed it on the table between them and they were quiet for a moment.

I don’t know, Martha said, sounds like you had a pretty big effect in him. Clara picked up the letter and looked at the words, the style of the writing, the swirls and curves of his penmanship. His writing, his carving of words on paper seemed much more alive and human than he did in person.

I’m shocked, she said, folding the letter up and putting it back in her purse, he seemed upset or... I don’t know... distant the entire date. Dinner. Date, yes, I will allow that it was a date.

You will allow that it was a date, Martha laughed, what the hell does that mean?

It means, Clara said, that when he comes home, if he asks me for a second date I will not say the first time we met was not a date. Martha waited for more of an explanation and yet, none came.

All right, Martha finally said, and that means, what exactly?

I don’t know, Clara said and she truly meant it, she didn’t know what it meant but she did know it felt right to say it, I’m not one hundred percent sure what it means, but it feels good to say it.

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...Lastly, I will leave you with this, I met that actress, Kelly Milner, she was in that new movie that seems to be the latest, greatest hit. She was very kind, very pleasant and she was gracious about seeing the lab. It seems she is going to be playing the part of a physicist in her next venture and the people who are paying for our experiments have agreed to let her look about. It seems like a great bother to me, but I am thankful for the funding. She is famous, but she seems like a regular person to me...

Clara could hardly contain herself when she read this portion of the next letter. He had met Kelly Milner. Clara loved her, loved her movies, loved everything about her. She was so envious that Harold had met her. She immediately got out paper and pen and wrote back to him. She did not respond to the first letter as she was not a letter writer, but this one, this one she had to respond to. She wanted to know more about Kelly and hoped that Harold would supply her with as much information as possible.

She was surprised at how long a letter she wrote to him. She hadn’t written a letter in many years and figured it would be tiresome and tedious but no, she was able to scratch off a few pages quite quickly and easily. She folded the pages and then thought for a moment. She opened the letter, read it over and realized she didn’t thank him for his first letter, thank him for the sweet things he had said about her. She hadn’t really even asked about him. She added a quick ps to the bottom of the last page; Thanks for the first letter, very nice, hope you’re well. She gave a quick look, smiled and put the letter in an envelope, addressed it, affixed the stamp and headed out to post it right away.

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Can you believe it, she said to Martha, she was full of energy, full of excitement as the story bubbled out of her, I mean, of all the people to meet Kelly Milner, it turns out to be Harold, who doesn’t even care and probably doesn’t even know who she is.

Kind of ironic, Martha said, unable to match Clara’s excitement as she was no where near as star struck as Clara was, good to hear she is nice, though.

Nice! Clara practically shouted, she couldn’t believe how unfazed Martha was being. She couldn’t believe how lucky Harold was. She certainly couldn’t believe he didn’t send more details about her in his second letter. She had asked for specifics and he had given her nothing but vague generalities; she’s nice, he had written, she seems to be interested in what we do, another line. she asks questions. That was his idea of specifics? Weren't scientists supposed to be specific by nature, wasn’t that part of their jobs? She couldn’t believe him.

What else did Harold say? Martha asked.

Oh, who knows, she said, still unable to believe the lack of information he had sent her. She handed the letter to Martha and poured sugar into her coffee. Martha pursued the letter.

...It was wonderful. I was pleased, actually, if I may be so effusive, I was thrilled by the results. At that moment, my first thought was, I so wish I could explain this to Clara and make her see how special it is...

Martha put the letter down and looked at Clara.

What, Clara said, what are you looking at? Martha held the letter up.

Did you read this, she said, did you?

Of course I did, Clara said, getting defensive, I told you what he said. Martha was confused.

Clara, she said, slowly, making sure that Clara understood her, this man thinks of you all the time. Let’s forget the simple fact that he is taking time to write you letters, he is doing something important and all he thinks about is telling you, showing you, making you see how great it is. He is all about you. Clara took the letter back and read it over quickly.

Yes, fine, she said, still annoyed, I read it, but it still doesn’t make up for the fact that he didn’t send me more information about Kelly. Martha was shocked. I sent him an email this morning, I told him, AGAIN, what I need and want to know. We’ll see if he comes up with something this time.

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...She joined us after the work day. Myself, Martin and three of the lab technicians have started a tradition of sorts; we head to the local pub after work and compare notes, talk about the day and blow off a little steam. Nothing too crazy of course, but it does make the day wind down easily. Kelly joined us the past few nights and her company was quite pleasant...

Again she complained about the lack of information Harold was relaying to her about the actress.

He really doesn’t understand how lucky, how really, really lucky he is to be spending time with her, she said, flipping the letter across the table to Martha, I mean, really, he doesn’t even tell me what she drinks at the pub. Martha picked up the letter and read it over.

...I cannot help but wonder, when I am at the pub, end of the day, if you would enjoy being here with us. What would you drink? Would you find our scientific jokes dull and foolish? Would you walk with me back to the apartment? Would you hold my hand? I have never thought of myself as a romantic, but the more I think of you, the more I think, perhaps I am changing...

Again, Martha questioned Clara, asking her if she had actually read the letter. Clara, once again, protested that, yes, she had read the letter.

Yes, Martha, she said, I told you what I thought of the letter. The man doesn’t know what to talk about. I am going to write a list of questions for him to ask her. I guess I need to be that specific because he doesn’t seem to be able to do it on his own.

Clara, Martha said, her voice sharp trying to snap Clara out of some kind of dream state, are you really reading what he is writing? Are you? Because, Clara, I think this man is in love with you. Clara waved this notion away with a gesture. Martha felt sorry for Harold.

He’s fine, Clara said, when he comes back, I will go out with him again. But, he better have pictures, good pictures of Kelly. She sent him an email with a list of one hundred questions to ask the actress. She also sent detailed instructions on how to ask the questions;

Don’t just sit down, open the page and ask the questions. Work them into casual conversation. That way, you’re getting real answers, not the same pat ones she would give to a reporter. This is very important, Harold, because I want to know the real truth about her...

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He’s getting better, Clara said to Martha when she sat down at the table. She ordered coffee, a muffin and pulled the letter from her purse, He did pretty well. He didn’t ask her all one hundred questions at once, he feathered them into his regular conversation, so, he can be taught. She handed Martha the letter and sipped her coffee.

...She has some aptitude for science and she is very humble around us. I feel that she respects the work and she is wanting to learn. She explained to me the notion of playing a scientist and that she wants to be able to immerse herself into the role. I have never paid much attention to acting or actors, but what she speaks of seems very difficult and, also, perhaps psychologically damaging. She calls me Harry. I was never much in favor of the truncation of my name, but she makes it sound good. Harry...

Martha handed the letter back to Clara who grabbed it and read it again, vocally highlighting the answers to some of her questions. She remarked at how normal Kelly seemed, how they had many things in common and how she was sure that, if they met, they would be friends. Martha listened, saying nothing.

Clara, honey, did you... Martha started to say but Clara cut her off.

Jesus, Martha, yes, I read the letter, She snapped, I am sitting here, telling you all the answers Kelly gave to my questions. She answered my questions.

What about Harry, Martha asked.

Harold, Clara said, he’s proper, he prefers to go by Harold for some reason. Martha shook her head.

Well, sorry, Martha said, sounds like a great letter.

It really is, Clara said, clutching the letter to her chest, it’s so exciting.

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...And some of the questions you wanted me to... well, they seemed very personal. I had to preface a few of them with ‘a friend of mine was wondering’, but she didn’t seem to believe me. I got the impression that Kels, which is what we call her now around the lab, Kels or The Kels, is very informal and rather amusing. She takes it in good stride. She really is a very interesting woman the more time I spend with her. Also, asking the questions you have sent has given me insight into her true self and this whole business she is in. Anyway, I got the impression that she thought I was asking the questions and that I was simply making up the friend aspect. I assured her you were real and, this will please you I am sure, she asked about you...

About me, Clara said with glee in her voice, Kelly Milner asked about me. She handed the letter over to Martha.

...She seems lonely. I am not sure why I say this, but when she speaks of never having privacy, when she speaks of no one really knowing her or wanting to know her for no reason other than she is a person, I get the sense that she is lonely. We talked very late into the evening the other night. The rest of our little gang had left the pub and she said she didn’t feel like going home just yet. I wasn’t tired so I stayed with her and she told me this...

Martha handed the letter back to Clara and smiled.

She asked about you, she said, that’s very exciting, Clara.

I know, it’s amazing, Clara said, her eyes running all over the pages again, he didn’t ask all my questions yet. I want to send more but I’m going to wait til he sends one more letter. She carefully folded the letter and