The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 24: 11 Erotica Books

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Deep Woods Desire by Janet Bryant

Get My Wife Off by Nicole Bright

Friends and Lovers by Pauline Orr

Eden’s Paradise by Victoria Lawson

Bad Boy by Carla Burke

A Birthday Fantasy by Evelyn Hunt

Anna’s Need for Speed by Inez Eaton

Cat’s Meow by Cynthia Conley

In the Line of Duty by Bonnie Robles

Home Baked and Made to Order by Diana Vega

Billionaire European City Break by Kim Wilkerson

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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 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005433185

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Table of Contents

Deep Woods Desire

Get My Wife Off

Friends and Lovers

Eden’s Paradise

Bad Boy

A Birthday Fantasy

Anna’s Need for Speed

Cat’s Meow

In the Line of Duty

Home Baked and Made to Order

Billionaire European City Break

Deep Woods Desire

by

Janet Bryant

Olivia loved getting back to nature. She loved the mountains most of all. The fresh air, sunshine, smell of the pine trees and of wood burning on the fire relaxed her and made her forget the stressful life that she lived. As she looked into the flames of the crackling fire, she could feel the tension slowly releasing its grip.

Olivia often went camping alone. She had enough of people in the regular hustle and bustle of her daily life and this was her escape. A hot bath with bubbles, a glass of champagne and a romance novel was a quick fix, but this was a renewal for her.

She had stumbled across the place several years back when she was hiking. It was secluded and private. Not far from a small stream with a waterfall which had a trickling of water which fell about fifteen feet to the shallow pool below, was a small, flat, grassy spot perfectly suited for her two person tent and a nice little fire ring which she could place close, but not too close to her tent.

Although the water from the waterfall was a little bit on the brisk side, Olivia loved stepping underneath it and letting the pure, natural, water spill over her body. She wished that it was warm so that she could stand there and enjoy it like a hot shower.

Because of the temperature, she had bathed quickly and then wrapped herself in a towel before dressing in shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. She had a spectacular view of the Western horizon as she worked on cooking her evening meal and watched the sun moving toward the top of the jagged tree-lined ridge in front of her.

She heard the snap of a twig behind her and then rustling of bushes and more twig snapping as someone was making their way through the trees behind her camp. Guess my camp site isn’t as secret as I thought, she muttered under her breath. She stood beside her fire and turned back toward where the noise was coming, waiting for the noisemaker to appear.

Through the opening in the trees she saw a tall, muscular man of about 20 to 25 years old make his way into the clearing, a large backpack was on his back and he was alone. When he reached the clearing, his eyes scanned the tent and the fire and then finally came to rest on her. The slightly peeved look morphed into a smile as he looked up at her. Hmmm, he began. Looks like my secret camping place isn’t quite as secret as I thought.

She chuckled at the statement. Actually, I was just thinking the same thing.

There really wasn’t any room to pitch another tent in the small clearing. She was glad of that, because she really didn’t want to share her space with anyone. She was there to get away from people and to enjoy being alone.

No problem, he said cheerfully. There is another little clearing on the other side of the stream and down a little way.

Without further comment he walked toward the stream and stepped over it easily with a long stride and then continued down along the stream. He stopped and turned back toward her a few yards along his way. He hesitated a moment and then finally asked the question. You wouldn’t mind if I used the waterfall to bathe, would you?

At first she wasn’t sure how to answer the question. She really didn’t want anyone ruining her peace, but she really didn’t feel like she could own the little bit of nature and forbid all others. She wondered about privacy and then decided that they were both adults and could figure out a way of doing things.

No, it’s not a problem, she said. Just give some sort of signal before you approach. I’m not that fond of surprises. She grinned when she added the last part.

I can do that, he said with a knowing smile. His bright, straight, white teeth and his sparkling blue eyes twinkled in the light of the setting sun. It’s not like anyone can sneak anywhere in this stuff. You’ll probably hear me coming five minutes before I arrive, but I’ll give a signal.

Okay then, she said. Perhaps we can have dinner one of these evenings. She wasn’t sure why she had said it. It just sort of slipped out.

Yeah, sure, he replied. One of these evenings. Well, it will be dark soon and I have to pitch a tent. I best be on my way.

Okay, be careful.

Thanks, he chuckled and then turned away and started down the stream. He was right, she could hear him for several minutes, rustling through the brush and snapping the twigs of the thick brush that grew along the stream.

She was an idiot. Be careful? Why had she said that? It seemed so…, so motherly. Okay, she was maybe 15 years older, but still. He was a grown man, not one of her two children. She thought of the two of them, both teens.

Her daughter was starting her first year of college and her son would be starting his senior year. She had taken the two of them through their teen years alone. It had been a struggle at times, but she had accomplished it. What she hadn’t accomplished was finding anyone new to share her life with.

She sat down and tended to get her dinner started at the point where she had been interrupted and let the thoughts turn over in her mind. With work, the kid’s activities and trying to keep the house somewhat presentable, love and relationships had simply fallen by the wayside. She was attractive and her bubbly personality had always attracted men to her, but she really didn’t have time for any type of serious relationship. With the kids older now, however, she was beginning to feel the sting of being alone. Could she find love at 39?

She dreaded the next birthday which was just around the corner. It was a milestone that meant that she had finally hit the limit. Where did the time go? She had married right out of high school and was diapering babies and trying to keep up with her college classes at the same time. Not the brightest idea in the world, but she and her husband had made it through that period and seemed to have built something pretty strong.

Not strong enough, she mumbled bitterly as the thought of his leaving penetrated her like a knife for the ten thousandth time. She stared at the sizzling fish in the pan and felt the bitterness start to rise up.

No, I’m not going to let that get to me, she chastised herself for letting it get as far as it did. I’m not here to be bitter and tense. I’m here to relax. She chuckled and wondered if others talked to themselves when they were alone. Was blue-eyes talking to himself right now?

Blue-eyes? She wondered why she had suddenly given him a name. That was certainly a great name for him. His eyes were a light, penetrating blue which seemed almost crystal clear in color. She thought about his smile; the twinkle in his eyes, the straight, white teeth, the full, thick lips. She blushed as she considered kissing those lips passionately. Where the hell had that come from?

Her wandering mind was brought back to the present as she realized that her dinner was about to burn and snapped back to reality in order to finish cooking and eat her dinner. She finished her dinner and then leaned back to watch the last bit of the sun slowly slipping down past the jagged ridge.

The colors that lit up the sky spread from the ridge in reds, purples, yellows and oranges with every tone imaginable on the wisps of clouds. They helped long enough for one to catch one’s breath and then they transformed into another combination just as spectacular as the last. It was a living portrait which reminded her that life was truly worth living even when one struggled.

With the cheerfulness that the setting sun had started within her, she slipped through the flap of her tent, slipped off her shorts and flip-flops and then eased into the sleeping bag. She lay in her bed, listening to the fire crackling and the sounds of night and night creatures beginning to stir. A coyote or perhaps a half-dozen coyotes yipped out a chilling serenade, which reminded her that hunters and predators were a part of the world that she lived in; even in the peaceful surroundings of nature.

Was blue-eyes a predator? He sure didn’t seem like one. In fact, if you got right down to it, he seemed rather innocent looking. Who was she kidding? He was young and muscular and hot. She remembered the crooked smile and the thick, muscular arms.

She remembered those penetrating blue eyes and those kissable lips and the flat smooth stomach and… She suddenly realized that he would be coming to take a shower in the waterfall. The thought suddenly turned to the fact that she would be taking a shower in the waterfall in the morning and it was entirely possible that he could sneak up to a spot where he could watch her. Would he do that?

At first the idea of him hiding in the underbrush and watching her take a shower shocked her, but after a moment she realized that it would actually give her something of a thrill. She blushed at the thought, though she was alone.

Was she an exhibitionist? She had never been one before, but then two children and 20 years had a way of hiding a great deal of your true nature. How much had changed in the last 20 years? She had been single for six years, but she had been so busy that she had hardly taken a moment to think about what she liked sexually.

The wetness that had started between her legs as she thought of Blue-eyes watching her gave her something of an indication of one of her likes. It was just hard to believe that something like that would turn her on. Was it the thought of anyone watching her or was it primarily Blue-eyes?

She considered it for a moment. His hard, young body, his gorgeous smile, his kissable lips and his hard young body all turned her on. She realized that she had listed his hard, young, body twice and giggled softly, alone in the dark as she thought about it.

What would it be like to go back in time and make love to a 25 year old? It had been years since she had been with a man that young. Dan had been 24 when they got married. It had been almost 20 years since she had made love to a 25 year old. What was it like?

She was so young and in love when she married, she hardly remembered what it was like. It didn’t really matter, with a body like that and lips like those and those penetrating blue eyes, it didn’t matter at all. It was going to be delicious. She laughed at herself as she realized that she was already making plans to seduce him. He’d never fall for it, she whispered.

Where else do cougars hunt, but in the woods? The thrill of him watching her take a shower under the waterfall turned into thoughts of seducing him, and then to feeling the warmth of him in her bed.

That thought made all sorts of tingling sensations go rushing through her body and she felt the wetness grow in her panties. She reached down inside of her panties and felt the swollen labia and the dampness between them. Her fingers gathered some of the moisture and spread it to the throbbing little bud at the top of her swollen lips.

Her clit responded immediately to her touch and she laid her head back and enjoyed a sensation that she had, for the most part, done without for a long time. She reached up under her t-shirt and squeezed one of her nipples while she continued caressing her clit. She thought about his hard, young body while she pleased herself.

She wondered if he had a hard, thick package between his thighs and the thought of it sent a tingle through her body. She imagined that hard, thick cock deep inside of her while he looked into her eyes with that delightful, penetrating twinkle.

Olivia bit her lower lip as her breathing increased and she could feel the deep moans and gasps that were rising up in her throat. Sound carried in the mountains and she didn’t want him to hear her. Could he hear her? She thought he probably couldn’t, but she could never face him if he heard her.

The pressure that was building up behind her erect, little button was making it extremely hard to hold back the moans and shouts that she wanted to let go of. How long had it been since she had been able to just let go of herself completely without caring who heard?

The question went unanswered as she reached the point at which the entire world was centered in that tiny little spot between the upper part of her labia. The pressure built to a point that she sucked in her breath and held it, trying to hold back her release for as long as she could. She reached a point where she was near passing out and then let go.

The pressure released into waves which rippled outward from her clitoris like a rock being thrown into a pond. The waves radiated out, flushing her entire body in their tingling warmth. Several waves started and flowed outward and she heard herself groaning and a couple of louder moans escaped from her throat involuntarily before she was able to stop them. She realized that she no longer cared. The sensations that rushed through her and the aftershocks which continued flowing after the main event, only made her want more.

As she lay in the dark afterward, trying to catch her breath, she hoped that he had heard her and would come running to take care of the other urges that she was feeling. It was with thoughts of these urges being satisfied that lingered in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

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She awakened to the serenade of chirping birds. It was one of the things that she loved about camping alone in the woods. It was a sweet way to awaken, though it was well before daylight when they started their morning routines.

She remembered the saying about the early bird every time she awakened and realized that birds really did awaken very early. She slipped out of her sleeping bag and immediately felt the chill of the early morning. She fished out a pair of sweats and slipped them on quickly and then unzipped the tent to step out into the pre-dawn darkness.

She had stored some dry kindling under a tarp, because she had learned from past experience that the dew had a way of making it hard to start that first fire in the morning when the kindling was wet. She started with some dry paper, added a few small chips, shavings and then a few of the small sticks of kindling. She lit a match and proudly watched as the flames quickly took over the kindling and she was able to add a few more sticks. Her daddy had taught her well.

She remembered how she had awakened with him and helped him build the campfire when her family went camping. How old had she been? Was she seven or eight years old? She was seven, she determined. It was something that she would never forget. Camping and the woods had lain dormant in her for a long time. Her children had never showed any interest and Dan had only scoffed at her when she had suggested it once.

Why go lay on the hard ground and get smoke in your eyes around a campfire when you can be perfectly comfortable at home in your bed? he’d said.

She hadn’t pressed it further and realized that it was a sign of things to come. Had that been the beginning of the end? It was hard to tell what the catalyst for a broken marriage really was, but she recalled thinking that his refusal to go camping, no, his mocking of her about going camping had hurt her deeply. He had taken it a step further and mocked her in front of the children, turning them against it too.

It hardly matters now, she mumbled to herself, watching the blaze bite into some larger sticks that she had placed on top of the already healthy flame. It was a great time to be alone and a great escape from everyone and everything. Had the children been interested, it might actually have ruined the one escape that truly restored her