The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 36: 11 Erotica Books

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Lust Reawakened by Odette Haynes

Joyful Peace by Rose Boyd

Welcome to Omaha by Andrea Dunn

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The Wild Animal in Melissa by Jean Mathis

The Therapist’s Touch by Evelyn Hunt

A Thing of Beauty by Pauline Orr

Coming up Submissive by Inez Eaton

Brothel Romance by Olivia Roman

Voyeur by Nellie Cross

Wedding With a Twist by Rebecca Milton

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463053560

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Table of Contents

Lust Reawakened

Joyful Peace

Welcome to Omaha

A Journalist's Black Safari

The Wild Animal in Melissa

The Therapist’s Touch

A Thing of Beauty

Coming up Submissive

Brothel Romance

Voyeur

Wedding With a Twist

Lust Reawakened

by

Odette Haynes

Ever since her husband died, every day was the same for Jane. It had been almost five years since he unexpectedly passed, and in that time she had never really moved on. She was in her mid-forties now but sometimes it felt as though she was entering the twilight of her life, with only a short amount of time left, such was the hopelessness she felt.

Youth was full of possibilities that stretched out like branches from the trunk of the tree of life, and she had chosen to follow one path, marriage, and for just over twenty years there had been no regrets but the upheaval following Stephen’s death caused her to re-evaluate her life.

Now, in middle age, the branches seemed to be splintered and broken, and she was stuck on one inexorable course that was now empty and had no purpose without Stephen. It was almost as if she had died along with him, but her shell remained to drift over the world until eventually all her energy was sapped and she blew away like feathers in the wind.

It wasn’t even as though life had blessed her with children. She and Stephen had tried, but there were complications. They were urged by their doctor to try again after some treatment in their thirties, but then Stephen became ill and it was hard for them. Intimacy was a long-forgotten concept for Jane, almost mystical in nature. She had barely been touched by a man since Stephen’s passing, and even for years before that, due to his illness, she had not enjoyed the pleasures of passion and it was as if her body had been numbed.

The desire was still there, but she had corked it, fearing that nobody would ever care to unleash it again. And even if anyone did want her she didn’t know whether she would have the fortitude to go through with it, after so long being stranded in the wilderness it would be strange and alien to feel another body close to hers, another’s breath tickling her skin, the excitement of fingertips tracing a line up her thigh to her yearning nether regions…even the mere thoughts were enough to make her anxious.

Every day she left her large, empty house, taking a moment to hold the urn that held Stephen’s ashes and remember him before going to the library where she worked. The quietness suited her, for she had never been a loud person and she liked sinking into the background of the world, if she had her way she would gladly have turned invisible.

The library was small and she only had a couple of co-workers, Amanda and Zoe. They exchanged pleasant small talk but never socialized outside of work. Some of the visitors chatted with Jane, and she had a rapport with a number of regular ones but always she was left alone, and walked the same empty path day after day.

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After work she gathered her coat and wrapped it tightly around her, bracing the chilly evening air and returning home. There she cooked a light dinner, she rarely cooked heavy meals because it didn’t seem worth the effort just to eat it herself, and she missed the praise she used to get from Stephen whenever she cooked a gourmet meal.

After she washed up she settled in the front room, either reading a book or watching television, and often chatted away to Stephen’s ashes. The first time it happened it seemed strange, but after a while she got used to and it was nice to hear some conversation fill up the house, even if it was just her talking to Stephen. When the clock struck ten she crept into bed and waited for sleep to take her away, until the routine began again in the morning.

Days passed in this manner ever since the day Stephen passed away, and it just seemed to be the natural course of things. Jane was locked into this series of events and she didn’t see any way it could change. She wasn’t happy, she wasn’t sad; she merely existed, waiting for the day when the icy grip of death would deliver her to the warmth of her husband.

That was until the events following a fateful day on one particularly windy afternoon. Storms had been raging for about a week and terrifying winds were howling around, causing all manner of havoc. On this day the library bore the brunt of its fury as the wind was so powerful it shattered the windows. Shards of glass fell across the floor. Jane and the other librarians shrieked in terror and ran for cover, watching on helplessly as the gale blew in through the empty windows and ransacked the shelves.

Books flew off the stands and crashed to the floor, the pages being torn and twisted and the spines creaking. The three of them wanted to try and find some way to fasten the shelves, and at one point Zoe motioned to move but then the wind blew again and an entire rack of books toppled over, sending an almighty crack around the small room.

They huddled together against the wall in the corner, hoping for it all to be over. The storm continued and wrought more devastation until it eventually subsided, although the women remained in the corner, clutching each other for a long while.

Eventually the wind died down and the howling turned into a whisper. The three women gingerly stepped forward through the debris, picking up books and dusting off the shrapnel of wood and glass. They looked at each other with trembling lips and helpless eyes.

What are we going to do? Amanda asked. Both of them turned to Zoe.

Right now, go home. Tomorrow we’ll come in and sort this mess out.

The three of them left. Jane told Stephen about the events and when she went to bed she cried, because for a moment she thought her life was going to end. If one of those bookshelves had fallen at a different angle it would have come crashing down on her and it was a horrible thought that if that did indeed happen, nobody would miss her.

The only person she had ever had a real impact on was her husband, and the events of the present day hit hard because she realized how little her life actually meant in the grand scheme of things. She wept into her tear-stained pillow and sleep that night was not sweet at all.

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The following day she dragged herself into work, dreading the scene. In the bright morning, with the sun shining through the windows, the library looked more of a disaster area than it had the previous night. Zoe and Amanda were already there, dressed in casual clothes picking up the books. Already they had sorted out some piles. Most of the books were irreparably damaged, but some of them were salvageable.

Can you start on that area? Zoe said, gesturing to the far wall. The shelves had fallen in a domino effect and Jane had to crawl underneath them to clear the floor and collect the books that had fallen down. Zoe and Amanda had laid out some towels and blankets to cover up the broken bits of glass. Jane heard it crunch as she knelt down and reached through the crevice. At one point she had her whole body under the shelves, and she was incredibly worried that they would collapse under the strain and bury her.

Then, she heard voices, and shimmied back into the open. Two deep voices greeted her ears, and a hearty laugh reverberated around the room. As she clambered to her feet she saw two tall men talking with Zoe. They had their broad backs to Jane, but she could see their light brown hair was flecked with blond streaks. They were wearing tight jeans, and she flushed as her eye wandered down and lingered on their firm butts.

Jane, Zoe called out, this is my nephew, Adam and his friend, Joe. They turned around and flashed a smile at her, and she was transfixed by their bright blue eyes. But she was even more surprised by the fact that they looked almost exactly the same. When she took a moment to respond Adam spoke in a warm, earthy tone.

Yeah, we get that a lot, sorry, we’re not twins, we just look a lot alike. I’m Adam, he’s Joe.

I don’t see it myself, I’ve always thought I was the more handsome one, Joe joked with a twinkle in his eye.

P-pleased to meet you, Jane said weakly. The gaze of the young men seemed to linger on her but she brushed it away as a foolish imagining. She turned around to hide herself because she could feel her cheeks flush, and there was something stirring inside her that she hadn’t felt for a long time. The old fire that she thought had been extinguished was starting to spark back into life, and even though it was only a flicker at the moment it still threatened to overwhelm her.

Jane crept back under the shelves and continued to collect the books, but her mind wandered to the boys. She chastised herself for doing so, for they were at least twenty years her junior, but there was something about their full lips and tanned skin, she wanted them to strip her of her clothes and do unspeakable things. In her little cavern she laid close to the floor and while she almost suffocated on the musty smell of books she felt her loins ache and there was a burning in the pit of her soul.

Blood surged through her body and her skin prickled with sweat as she thought about their rough hands grabbing her thin blouse, working their way underneath the soft fabric to her skin, their touch would be like a raindrop on an arid desert. As her imagination ran wild she closed her eyes and licked her lips, but then she heard voices moving closer and then an almighty heave, and suddenly the shelves were being pulled away. She frantically crawled back, trying to compose herself so she wouldn’t betray any of her secret desires under the glare of the open room.

As she looked up, the last of the shelves was pulled away and the tall, imposing frames of the twins stood above her, looking like statues of ancient heroes. As they reached to steady the tops of the shelves their shirts lifted and Jane caught a glimpse of their toned, youthful bodies and she almost gasped with desire. Their biceps bulged through the tight shirts and sweat trickled down their brow as they exerted themselves.

Jane quickly rose and rushed to the far end of the library, carrying a stack of books to try and shield her from temptation. However, even as she was sorting out the books she couldn’t help but flash a quick look over to the two young men. They were busy collecting up the glass and taking care of the heavy lifting while Amanda and Zoe were gathering up the books. Jane tried to focus on her pile, leafing through the pages to make sure that they were undamaged, but she found herself continually staring at Adam and Joe, especially when they bent over.

At one point Joe caught her staring. She quickly flicked her head down and buried herself in her books but Joe strode over confidently.

Can I help you with that, he said, standing beside her. He towered above her; she was level with his chest. The smell of sweat lingered with his strong aftershave and as she breathed his scent in she almost felt as though a spell was being cast upon her, the attraction was that strong. He leaned over and pulled up a book, she had to suppress a squeal as his firm body brushed against hers.

Don’t you have to help your friend? she said.

He can handle that, it’s not as bad as we thought really. Once we cleared out the main parts it’s just a case of sweeping up. It looked a lot worse than it is. It’s Jane, right? he said, holding out his hand. Jane placed hers in his, and his big palm completely enveloped her small hand.

Y-yes.

It’s a pleasure to meet you, so how do you like working in a library?

It’s um, it’s nice. It’s quiet, not too busy. I get a lot of time to myself.

I’ve often meant to get into reading more. I used to love it as a child but I got out of the habit in the last few years. It’s so hard to know where to start as well, I mean look at all these books, he said, marveling at the rows and stacks of books, how are you supposed to know where to begin?! Who are your favorite authors?

I have a lot, she said, feeling more comfortable now, but my favorite is W. Somerset Maugham. I’m hoping his books survived this accident.

What does he write about? Joe asked earnestly.

He writes about a lot of things, but he’s just one of those authors that I just clicked with. It’s like he knew exactly what I was feeling and put it down on paper years before I was born, and even though he died a long time ago I can still feel connected to him.

That’s beautiful.

Jane blushed. It’s just the way I feel, she said.

I think it’s wonderful, I’ve never heard a woman speak that way before.

Then you need to speak with more women.

I’m trying to make an effort.

I’m sure you girlfriend must have a lot to say?

Oh, I don’t have a girlfriend, neither does Adam.

Why on Earth is that?

We have our reasons, Joe said mysteriously, with a sly smile. Their eyes were locked but then Jane noticed his gaze flicker down to her blouse. Rolling around on the floor had caused her buttons to unfasten so part of her cleavage was exposed, but she didn’t mind him looking, in fact it was rather exciting and she enjoyed being an object of desire. However, the arousal between them quickly dissipated when Zoe came up to them and pulled Jane away.

We could use a hand over here, she said icily with more than a hint of jealousy. That only served to make Jane feel even more special. As she walked away with Zoe she tossed her head back and looked at Joe, he remained by the books and smiled cheekily at her. She couldn’t help but smile as well.

Eventually all the books were collected up and the place was actually clean again. There was a massive pile of damaged books that would have to be thrown up. Some could be repaired, and others hadn’t been damaged at all, but it was always sad when a book had to be destroyed.

Thank you for your help boys, Zoe said.

It’s a pleasure, Adam replied.

I think you two can go now, I’ll lock up and I’ll see about getting a van to collect all these and take them away. Hopefully in a couple of days we’ll be able to open properly, and the windows should be repaired as well.

As she said that Jane looked to the windows, they had been papered over with thick card and it cast the room in a sepia tone.

Hopefully the storm has passed us by, Amanda said.

I heard it’s on its way north, Adam said, so you should have no more problems.

It’s such a shame, Jane lamented.

It could be worse, Joey said, I heard some guy got killed when a tree fell on him. Everyone looked appalled and an awkward tension hung in the air.

We’d better get going, Adam said, breaking the tension. Joey offered his farewells too, but shot Jane a special look that started the aching in her soul again.

The wind was still blowing quite forcefully as she stepped outside, but it was nowhere near as bad as the previous night. It was still strong enough to be a nuisance though, and her clothes and bag were billowing out around her. A short way after the library a silver car pulled up beside her. The window wound down and revealed the grinning face of Joe.

Need a ride? he said.

No, no I should be okay it’s only a short walk, she shouted, struggling to be heard over the wind. Joe arched his eyebrow, leaned over to whisper something into Adam’s ear then got out of the car. He left the door open and placed a firm hand on Jane’s arm.

Come on, it’s no trouble, and I’d hate to drive along and see you being blown away through the air. She couldn’t help but smile at his easy demeanor, and a ride home would be tempting. She was only a slim thing and her paranoid mind sometimes wondered how powerful a gust would have to be to carry her away. She lowered her head and got into the passenger seat while Joe climbed into the back.

When she got in she pulled down the mirror and examined her hair.

Oh gosh, I look a frightful mess, she said, as if it wasn’t enough to be crawling along a dusty library floor all day now my hair has been blown every which way.

I think it looks great, Joe said, it looks real.

I agree, Adam said, to Jane’s surprise, "actually I’m glad Aunt Zoe called today, otherwise I never would have imagined that such a sexy