The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Bray, Kimberly

  “Copy that,” a tinny voice echoed from someplace.

  “Sonofabitch—“ Luz fired.

  “Wilhemina!” Nate screamed.

  ***

  It rained two more weeks before sunlight broke the sky. The seaboard was peppered with sand dunes draped with sea kelp. Wilhemina bounced onto the bench and grabbed hold of her side just as quickly. Nate steadied her.

  He captured Wilhemina in his arms and gazed at her. He was amazed she’d captured his heart and somehow managed to fill up all the lonely places. She leaned into him, and he brimmed with joy. She’d had him in the crosshairs of love from the very start. Nate looked at the song of his heart and then he frowned.

  “What are you thinking,” he sang out loud.

  “Oh, a little question here. A little thought there,” Wilhemina said.

  Hell. The woman knew how to apply the screws to him, Nate discovered. He had better get on with things, before she decided she would be better off with someone else, he thought. Nate planned to be hers, solely.

  “Whatever it is, my answer is yes,” he acquiesced.

  The light of his soul smiled and the reaction felt a little too easy. He knew he was in for it.

  “So, you and Officer Gerard were an item,” Wilhemina said.

  “Truth,” Nate said.

  Wilhemina looked at the worn plank floor below them. She could hear the roar of the waves as they licked the jagged shore below.

  “And this?” Wilhemina picked a place in the sun and tilted her hand. The rays picked around the ring on her hand until the diamond carats gleamed bright.

  “All me..” Nate said.

  “Mmm,” Wilhemina said. “She bent forward and gave Nate a soft, sex-drenched kiss. She felt Nate grow hard, his erection stretching his slacks nudging her ass.

  “Hey, that’s my ass, Sir,” she smiled.

  “It sure is,” Nate agreed.

  “What are you up to?” Wilhemina questioned.

  “Enough with the interrogations... I’m dying, my sweet,” Nate moaned. He snaked his tongue into Wilhemina’s ear. She kissed him hungrily.

  “Nate?” she said.

  “Hmm?” Nate asked planting nibbles on her lips.

  “What’s that over there?” she said.

  Nate lifted up to see what Wilhemina did. “Already on it,” he moaned and lifted her into his arms.

  A couple of ICEEs later, Wilhemina kicked her bare feet at Nate in mock protest as the hydrofoil bumped along the waves. She saw a particular vista come into view. It was the embankment off the sea coast.

  “You rake,” she beamed.

  “I’m now a man who keeps his commitments,” Nate grinned. “You owe me a date,” he said.

  It was true…

  “Oh Lordy,” Wilhemina suddenly smiled.

  She was being courted by her very own hero.

  ***

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  Steamy Woodlands

  by

  Phyllis Copeland

  Eve arrived home sweaty and dusty, her long, dark hair plastered to her head and face. “Wow, it was hot,” she said to herself as she rounded the corner of the house. The sun had beat down relentlessly at work and she couldn't wait to get home and her very own shower.

  Walking up the three concrete steps to her house, she unlocked and opened the door and was instantly accosted by two huge German Shepherds. Whining and howling, each was trying to be first for her attention, shoving each other out of the way, just about knocking her down.

  “C'mon guys, lets go out,” she told them. The two tri-colored shepherds sprang out of the house, harassing each other and grabbing sticks along the way. Eve saw the youngest pick up a long stick as the older shepherd grabbed it in his mouth and together they jogged towards the barn. Following behind them she glanced up into the old, magnificently tall, old, oak tree. “Yep,” she thought, “It's still there, waiting for me.”

  Sighing, she trudged the hundred or so feet to the barn and she heard a high pitched whinny. Glancing out into the paddock, she spied her lone, light bay horse, his head held high and his ears up. Stepping into the barn, she avoided her wrestling pups and grabbed a heavy flake of alfalfa. Stuffing some mint candies in her pocket, she walked around the barn and whistled.

  The light bay horse came running, his black mane and tail flailing in the wind. She tossed the alfalfa into the paddock, dug a mint out of her pocket and unwrapped it. She smiled as her horse dropped the mouthful of alfalfa and jogged closer to her. Eve offered him the mint and he took it, almost sucking her whole hand into his mouth.

  “Eww yuck,” she said grinning, wiping her hand on her dirty jeans. She was fond of this horse, she had rescued him off “the truck” seven years ago. He was a thoroughbred that someone needed to get rid of and when Eve saw him on the “truck” she knew she had to save him.

  He was only four years old at the time, but the agreement she had with the seller was that she could never have his papers, which meant she would never be able to run him. So he had become her living, expensive, lawn ornament. She had tried to make a pony out of him but he had been way too competitive, kicking and trying to keep ahead of the horse he was supposed to be just leading around. So, she had been happy just to ride the trails with him when she found the time.

  Eve turned around and looked up into the old, oak tree again. She started walking towards it, dropping pieces of her clothing along the way. First her shirt then her bra. Glancing at her still wrestling German Shepherds, she stopped to kick a boot off. Then the other. She walked to the tree and looked up.

  A large oak barrel hung from a chain off one of the huge branches that grew horizontally from the tree and she knew it was filled with rain water warmed by the sun. She also knew that there were mint sprigs in the oak barrel, steeping in the warm water. After it had rained, she had tossed them into the barrel and today at work, in the hot sun and high humidity, she could not stop thinking about her very own shower.

  Eve breathed deeply and unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off. She kept her socks on for the time being and stepped inside the three walled enclosure that stood underneath the oak barrel. She stood, amazed at the creation of this shower and happily sighed. She loved the way the heavy mat of honeysuckle grew entwined into the latticework that covered three sides of the enclosure.

  The scent of the honeysuckle was heavenly in this humidity and she stepped on one of the stepping stones that had been placed on the ground, brushing her stockinged feet against the thyme and spearmint that she had planted between them.

  She heard a low buzz of honey bees in the honeysuckle but she paid them no mind, they generally didn't bother you unless agitated. Feeling safe enough to take her socks off, she skinned them off and tossed them out of the enclosure.

  Looking up again and taking a deep breath, Eve reached up with one hand and pulled the thin, nylon rope that hung from the oak barrel above her and instantly, warm, peppermint water fell over her.

  “Oh yes!,” she exclaimed, closing her eyes tight and turning her face up to let the water flow softly down over her whole body. She stepped into the thyme and spearmint as she pirouetted inside the enclosure and Eve could feel the cool tingle of the peppermint despite the warmth of the water and her nipples began to become swelled and tight. Pleasant goosebumps grew all over her body as she enjoyed the shower and she brought her hands up to caress her breasts.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned as the water permeated the crack in her ass, washing the sweat and other goop that may have deposited themselves there and she brought her hands down from her breasts to her ass. Spreading her strong, slightly plump cheeks, she allowed the water to flow freely between them and she felt a trickle of warm tingly water flow around her pussy. “Ohhh,” she groaned, spreading her cheeks wider.

  She bent over slightly, arc
hing her back and she gave the water a clear path to her soft folds. The comforting warmth and the refreshing tingle of the water found her clit and relentlessly flowed around it as she gasped in pleasure.

  Her pussy became engorged and her clit throbbed as she felt the water flow around her and as her back arched more insistently, she spread her legs farther apart and moved her hand between her legs. She spread her pussy and using her middle finger, she slowly penetrated herself. Knowing where her “spot” was, she instantly found it and began to rhythmically tap and caress it.

  She could feel the small bulge become bigger as she moved her hips in concert with her finger. She moaned as her finger continued to swipe at the spot and a familiar shiver began in the deepest recesses of her pussy. She felt the water and her palm grinding against her swollen clit and her breathing became heavy. She knew it wouldn't be long now and focused on her wet, warm, tingly pussy.

  Suddenly, the water ran out and Eve stopped, mid orgasm. “Dammit!,” she swore, taking her hand away from her pussy and straightening up. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!,” she stomped her foot, sending the scent of thyme into the air. Sighing, Eve stalked into the house.

  Inside, she slipped on a pair of clean jeans, a blue tank top and hiking boots. Spraying herself with insect repellent, she whistled for her two German Shepherds.

  “Cohen! Sonja!,” she called, grabbing two tennis balls out of the basket sitting on top of the refrigerator. “C'mon, let's go!”

  The two tri-colored dogs came racing towards her as she stepped out the door and Eve quickly tossed both balls into the woods that grew alongside her property. Immediately they ran into the woods, jogging and sniffing. Cohen the oldest, found his first and Sonja ran to take it from him.

  They both came running back to her and Cohen dropped the ball at her feet. She picked up the ball and hid it behind her back. She looked at the two expectant faces of her dogs, spread her free hand open and said, “I've got nothing!” Instantly, the two ran back into the woods to search for the other ball.

  Eve followed them into the woods, taking the well worn path that meandered around the fairly large patch of forest. In here lived a small herd of white tailed deer that was seen quite a lot in the early fall eating the apples that had fallen to the ground.

  Now though, they were hardly seen at all, except for the random car slowing down by her house, she wouldn't have known they were still there. She walked slowly along the path, taking the time to throw the tennis balls to her dogs when they brought them back to her and just enjoyed her walk.

  She walked for what seemed like an hour and realized her dogs hadn't come back for some time. Suddenly, out of the brush walked a man with a pair of binoculars hanging from his neck. Eve and the man saw each other at the same time and she recognized him as the slow adult that lived across and down the road.

  “Hi Manny,” she called to him, waving her hand.

  Manny stood gawking and Eve got an eerie feeling. She spied the binoculars hanging off his neck and asked, “Whatcha looking for, Manny?”

  Manny said nothing, he just stood and stared at Eve, his mouth working with a small string of drool exiting his mouth.

  Eve watched Manny, she couldn't understand why he wasn't waving hello and walked away, he had always done that any other time she had seen him. She became alarmed when the large man began to walk towards her, his hand stroking his crotch.

  “What are you doing Manny?” she asked, menacingly. “What are you doing?”, she asked again as he lumbered closer. She stepped back and tripped backwards over a small, dead log.

  Manny was on her in seconds, his face inches from hers. She felt him fumble with her breasts as she tried to slip out from underneath him, shocked that she could feel his exposed member pressing against her thighs. He was breathing hard at her, tiny spittles of saliva hitting her in the eye and grazing her cheek. Repulsed, she cried out, trying to claw and dig her way out from under his soft, large body.

  One more claw, one more dig and she was almost out. Just then, he reared his wide torso and with pudgy, pasty hands lunged for her jeans. They tore as she scrambled to get up, and Manny upgraded his efforts to get to her as the torn cloth revealed white skin covered with a dark mat of pubic hair.

  Out of nowhere came a silent frenzy of fur, claws and jaws. Manny began to scream a long, whining scream, his arms held by Cohen and Sonja and as Eve scrambled out of his reach, he kicked his legs furiously, trying to reach the German Shepherds that had hold of his meaty wrists.

  “Dammit, Manny,” she said, wiping herself off. “Get a grip, will ya?” She spied the binoculars that had been ripped off his neck in the struggle and it dawned on her why this had happened. He had been watching her, enjoying the sight of her pleasing herself in her outside shower.

  She glared at the two animals holding Manny's wrists and asked scoldingly,”And where the hell were you two?” The dogs, guilty, got a better grip on the man's wrists and pulled a little more. “Easy,” she said to them, “Be careful.” They had Manny face first on the ground, his arms pulled out to the sides to their fullest extent. Each had a soft wrist in their mouth, keeping the arms pulled tight but not breaking the man's skin.

  Soon, Manny calmed down, realizing he wasn't hurt, and Eve commanded the two enormous German Shepherds to let him up. They sat on their haunches watching him, their tongues dripping.

  “We've been through this Manny,” she said angrily, her hands on her hips. “How many times do my dogs have to school you before you understand?”

  “I don't know!” Manny cried, wiping the tears from his eyes with pudgy fists. “I... I'm soooorrrry!” he sobbed.

  “You know I'm gonna have to tell your Ma,” she said to him.

  “I knoooow!” he whined.

  “Well, get up and go home,” Eve said, “And don't let my pets think that you're in my woods again!” she added.

  She watched as he got up off the ground, turned heel and trudged away. Cohen and Sonja watched as well, making sure their master was safe before bounding off again.

  ***

  “Its getting so a person can't go walking in their own woods anymore,” she said dryly, looking around for the two German Shepherds. She remembered the first time she had met Manny, It had been right here in these woods. She remembered the almost leering smile on his face as he stammered hello.

  Eve thought he may be harmless enough, just a little slow, but she was grateful she didn't have any children. She may have had to invest in a shotgun instead of the pups. She knew that he lived with his aging mother, who tried hard to keep her eye on him but it was getting harder and harder as the years passed.

  That very day she had gotten her pups. Never wanting them to ever hurt anyone but also be able to incapacitate, she spent a lot of time training them and before she knew it, she had two, well trained, and, she could swear, compassionate animals, happy to learn and please.

  Eve started home, thinking she should throw her torn jeans out when she saw her two dogs, happily digging a hole a few feet off the path.

  “So,” she said to them scowling, “While I was almost being raped, you two were digging a HOLE?”

  The two animals quit their digging and came running to her, their tails wagging, dirt all over their noses and happy. She patted both of them and called them good dogs and trudged home with the dogs harassing each other beside her.

  ***

  Later that night, after she got done feeding her German Shepherds and her rescued horse, she sat in the living room looking out the window, musing about her life. She missed her husband but she was determined not to let him know that.

  She had kicked him out a week ago, finished with his complacency and taking her for granted. She didn't marry a weak man but lately his spine had become like a jelly fish and after she worked 15 hours a day and coming home to him snoozing in the lounge chair, she just couldn't take it anymore.

  There was no need for him to be there, she had taken up his slack and ground on while he jus
t sat. She went through this before with him and it took seven years for him to step up to the plate. Eve thought that if she ever had to do that again, she would more than likely die. So, she had told him to get out.

  She had hoped that he would get the message right away but evidently the dumb son of a bitch couldn't figure it out, which really pissed her off. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out she thought. She never asked much from him, just to pull his weight and help her up when she needed him. Like a real husband would do, like he used to do.

  After he shattered his heel, he fell into a deep depression, letting the bills pile up until she had to take up the slack. Then he pulled himself out of it and finally, she was able to rest. After seven years of coddling him and taking care of everything that needed taken care of, she felt way too old to do it again and she had told him so.