The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 22: 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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Erotic Nature by Inez Eaton

Hanky, No Panky by Bernice Jacobs

My Serial Killer Love by Phyllis Copeland

Big Move - Erotic Road Trip 2 by Bonnie Robles

Farm Boy by Carla Burke

Public Lust - Making Love in the Club by Kim Wilkerson

Destroying the Closet by Nellie Cross

Her Perfect Assistant by Diana Vega

A Vacation Fantasy Comes True by Evelyn Hunt

Beneath Me by Cynthia Conley

Let Me Go by Pauline Orr

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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 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005080563

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Table of Contents

Erotic Nature

Hanky, No Panky

My Serial Killer Love

Big Move - Erotic Road Trip 2

Farm Boy

Public Lust - Making Love in the Club

Destroying the Closet

Her Perfect Assistant

A Vacation Fantasy Comes True

Beneath Me

Let Me Go

Erotic Nature

by

Inez Eaton

The musical symphony was playing loudly in her ears. The ear buds she wore blasted the classical music, blocking out the sounds of the world around her. She felt the wind in her face as she ran faster. Her feet kept up a fast methodical pace, and her breathing remained in rhythm. The bursting music seemed to make the trail she ran even brighter. She could almost see the flowers blooming and the leaves on the trees changing colors.

Sarah loved this feeling. The fresh air going in through her nose, filling her lungs, and slowly escaping through her mouth. She could feel the muscles in her legs work as she ran, stretching and elongating with every stride she took. Running had become her life.

Every morning before work she would run this trail, and smile at the few runners that she passed. When she came home she would shower and get dressed for work. It wasn't a very good job but at least it paid well. She spent hours inside a cubical taking phone calls from upset costumers; it definitely wasn’t a job to be excited about. When she got off of work, she would run the trail again.

The cubical was constricting and not to mention stressful. When she was running, she felt free. She could forget about work and the dingy desk and angry phone calls she had to deal with. On the trail she could run however long she wished, and stretched her legs until she ached. The outside world felt incredible, and the fresh air made running even more enjoyable.

The weather made no difference; she would run in the morning and at night. As long as her ear buds were in and the music was playing it was easy to get lost in the fast moving world as she ran. She didn’t mind the sounds of nature, but it was so much easier to lose herself in the physical activity if the classical music was playing. If only she could run more than twice a day.

A weeks ago she had been called into her bosses office. He was a large man who had often remained anonymous during her work hours and was quick to get the conversation underway when she took the seat across from him in the lavish room.

You’re being promoted, he said.

She felt the smile force itself over her face. That means she might get out of the cubical, maybe have her own office, and most importantly not have to deal with angry phone calls from dissatisfied customers. She didn’t know what to say, she just looked at her boss excitedly waiting for what he said next.

The company will pay you to move to the city. The job will pay better, but you’ll probably be doing something similar to what you have been doing here.

The smile faded, not sure if she still wanted to be doing the same mundane job. Nor was she sure that she wanted to move from her apartment.

I need your decision by the end of the week so the moving arrangements can be made. The company hopes you will accept as you are one of the best workers we have. Of course we’ll miss you here, but this is a fantastic opportunity.

She spent the rest of the week trying to make up her mind. Did she really want to move? Was the job truly worth it? She had asked her boss similar questions, and he tried not to persuade or dissuade her; but he made it clear that it would be a fantastic opportunity and the benefits and pay increase would be well worth it. Plus, this was a way for her to climb the corporate ladder. He made a few phone calls and arranged for her to get her own office, a large desk and a comfortable office chair.

By the end of the week she had accepted the opportunity. It seemed like a great offer, even if it wasn’t perfect. More money would always be of use, plus the big city might be a nice change of scenery. It wasn’t until a few days later that she started looking at apartments and maps of the area. Perhaps she had accepted the job a bit too rashly. The apartments looked nice, and would definitely be affordable with her new price range; but the city was so congested she wasn’t able to find any trails to run.

Perhaps she'd made a mistake. She needed to run, wanted to run. She had been in this running routine for years. How could she move to a place where she couldn’t run? Perhaps she should have researched the city before she accepted the job, but it was too late now. She had already said yes, and the arrangements were being made. She had also started packing. When she thought about it, the running trail was really all she was leaving behind. She had the apartment, but she had never really made close friends. Sure, she liked her coworkers, but not enough to be bothered by leaving them behind.

I suppose I can run on the sidewalks, Sarah thought. Sure it wasn’t the same as a running trail. The concrete was harder and usually uneven, but it was better than nothing.

She had finished her last run down the trail. It had been a long and wonderful run, but it would be the very last one she ever had. There was some sadness and nostalgia as she made the short walk back to her apartment. The small space was practically bare since she had packed almost everything, and the movers had already taken it to her new home. She had bought a nice apartment, and she look forward to making it her own; but the fact she hadn’t found a trail still made her sad.

She took her second shower of the day to wash off the sweat from the evening run. This would be the last shower she would take here. That was a sad thought, much sadder than she had expected.

Come on Sarah, she said to herself, It’s just a shower!

She lathered her body with the fruit scented soap and ran her fingers through her wet hair. The warm water made her muscles relax and she couldn’t help the feeling of arousal that filled her. She pressed her fingers against the lips of her vagina, and was surprised to see how wet she was. Something about running turned her on. Her muscles ached, but it felt so good.

This was supposed to be the last night she would get to take a shower in this apartment. Since she didn’t really have friends she didn’t have anyone to celebrate with. Perhaps, she could celebrate, right here and now.

She turned off the shower and let the water run from the faucet. She felt her body’s excitement with what she was about to do. Sarah laid her naked body in the tub and ran her fingers through her wet blonde hair. She closed her eyes and lifted her legs up before sliding forward. The running water from the faucet was running so hard and it pounded against her thigh. She slid her body a bit further until her privates were engulfed by the rushing stream.

The moan escaped from her lips before she could stop it. The strong water slammed against her clit and lips, and a feeling of ecstasy filled her entire body. The stream seemed to pound against her harder and harder, and her moaning became even harder to control. She bent forward and grabbed the water handles. She turned them further until the water was pounding between her legs far harder than she could handle.

She threw herself back and focused on the water pounding hard against her clit. Her hands began to run up and down her soapy body until they found her breasts. They played with the nipples until they were hard and pointed up toward the ceiling. Her moaning became louder, faster, and she thought she might go hoarse. The water felt so good!

The orgasm ripped through her before she knew it was coming. Her entire body reacted as if it had been jolted with lighting, and the scream ripped from her throat. She bucked and her feet pressed hard against the shower wall, her breath caught in her chest. Her hips lifted and fell with the running water and she rode her orgasm as hard and long as she could.

She then stretched out her knees and pressed her muscular body back so she was no longer under the stream. She remained laying and let the tub begin to fill with the water. Her face was hot and red from her ‘celebration’ of leaving her apartment behind.

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The first few days in the city were fairly uneventful. Sarah spent most of her time unpacking and getting acquainted with her new office. The move went smoothly enough, and she soon decided that it hadn’t been as horrible as she anticipated. She was no longer dealing with phone calls from angry customers, but rather helping happy customers sign up for more offers the company had. It was a much less stressful atmosphere, and the large private office gave her more freedom than the cubical had.

When she wasn’t making phone call after phone call she was using the large floor of the office to workout some. That first weekend she would begin setting out for a new trail she would take to run. However, the lack of running regularly was bothering her and making her body restless. She tried doing some yoga regularly in the office during breaks. She even tried jogging in place; but nothing would quench her need to run free and far.

The apartment was much larger than she was accustomed to, and even after she unpacked everything parts of it seemed bare. The living room was large, and the extra bathroom was probably going to be neglected. Even her bedroom seemed much larger than she had anticipated; and as nice as it was, she would need to use some paychecks to fill the empty space. Perhaps, she’d by some art or larger furniture. She definitely couldn’t complain about the move; but she itched for the approaching weekend to lay out a running path.

Sarah had Saturday off and when it finally arrived she woke early and got into her car to start driving. In many places the idea of sidewalks seemed foreign. She had been hoping to find a nice path on the side of the roads that she could run, but nothing appeared satisfactory or safe. She drove late into the afternoon, hoping she could find the perfect trail that wasn’t too far from her home. Nothing looked good, and she was close to giving up her search.

Even parks seemed a misnomer in the city. There were a few places labeled as parks, but they were small fields with fountains or trees. She at least wanted to find a trail of sorts that would be a mile, or even more. She wanted to run, to get her legs moving and to feel the fresh air on her face. Surely there had to be somewhere, even if the online maps had missed them. She was running low on gas and again began considering giving up and going home.

Just a little further, she decided, and then I’ll turn around and go home.

She pressed her foot against the petal and inched along the road praying to find something. Suddenly, the world that had been tall buildings and shops was replaced by dense trees and grass. She kept driving, excited to see something that look more natural. The further she drove the thicker and taller the land seemed to grow. She then came across a small parking lot. It was a small rectangular shaped space littered with gravel. She didn’t have to think about it and immediately pulled her car in and parked it.

She stepped out and looked around. There were no other vehicles in the lot.

Perhaps it’s because it’s Saturday, she tried to reason, knowing full well that Saturday was more likely to be the day a park would be busy.

Sarah shrugged and began gathering her hair into a ponytail. The short blond hair was just long enough for her to pull back, and she always kept extra hair ties on her wrist. She looked around and noticed a dirt path wide enough for two people beside the parking lot.

Perfect! her mind exclaimed. This was exactly what she was looking for! She could only hope the path leading into the forest was long and would give her legs the exercise they begged for.

She reached back into her car and pulled the MP3 player from the glove compartment. She pulled out the headphones and placed each ear bud into an ear. She was already dressed in her short blue running shorts, sports bra, and tight blue tank top. Her running shoes were only off when she was at work or home, and even with years of abuse they were still in perfect condition.

Sarah took another deep breath as she walked over to the beginning of the path. She pressed play on her MP3 player and began walking along the dirt. She moved slowly at first, taking in the feel of the ground under her feet, and the natural surroundings. The sweet operatic music played in her ears making the world around her look even more beautiful. The trees were thick with lush green leaves, and many branches hung over the path giving bits of shade from the warm sun. The ground was riddled with broken twigs and dead leaves, but the running path itself was clean.

The slow pace became a steady quick one. Soon she was running along the trail. Eventually she reached an incline and felt her muscles scream as she rushed up it. When she reached the top of the hill the path leveled out again, she wondered when the trail would end. The faster she ran, the longer the trail seemed. This was the perfect path, and she ran faster with excitement knowing she actually found it.

She hadn’t come to the end of the trail, and she wasn’t sure how much farther the end of it was. There were a few twists and turns she had gone through and a few more ahead of her, but she was beginning to feel tired. She turned on the trail and began to make her way back to the small gravel parking lot.

Maybe I’ll find the end by tomorrow, she decided, already planning her morning run. She had to have gone a mile before she reached the incline, and maybe another before she turned around. The trees gave ample amounts of shade and sunshine, and there were even some benches on the side of the trail if she had wanted to rest. This was definitely the perfect trail, even better than the trail she'd had at her old home.

When she finally reached her car the sun was already beginning to set. She threw herself into the driver’s seat and leaned over to the passenger’s for a bottle of water. She always kept water handy, and as a runner she was grateful she did. She was so happy she had found this amazing trail, and hated that she had to go home. She hit the stop button on her MP3 player and turned it off before putting it back in the glove compartment. This always meant her run had come to an end.

Sunday morning she returned to the trail. She ran as fast and far as she could with a different selection of opera tracks on her MP3. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to reach an end, and had to turn around. That evening, she returned again and the trail seemed even more incredible than it had the night before. A selection of classical music played and this time she stopped for a little bit on one of the benches. She had taken a bottle of water with her and drank it thirstily to hydrate herself. She hoped with the rest she wouldn’t get tired again until she reached the end of the trail. She was determined.

Sarah still hadn’t found the end of the trail, even though she ran much further than she had the last two runs. She turned around before she became too tired and made her way back to the car; grateful for the decline of the hill. She got back in her car and turned off the MP3 player before putting it back into the glove compartment.

For the next couple of weeks she ran the same trail. Once in the early morning, and once in the evening. She no longer felt restless or achy, and she was back to living happily. She felt great and was so happy to have found the magical trail. She never found the end, but eventually she didn’t care and made it routine to turn when she reached a tree that stood out from the rest.

Beautiful opera would play in the morning, drowning out the world around her. In the evening she would set the MP3 to play classical music. She loved the routine, and would have been happy doing this for another several years like she had in her old home.

She had been on this trail many times over the past two weeks, but she had never seen anyone else. This seemed a bit odd to her. It was a beautiful trail, and with its slight twists and turns and the one hill it was also a great trail for runners. Why hadn’t she seen anyone else? For the most part, she didn’t really mind that she had the trail to herself, but it seemed odd that she was the only one taking advantage of it. It was an amazing trail that went on for