The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

231 Pages·2013·0.93 MB·English

by  Orr Pauline

How To Use A Guy In Ten Days
A Friend in Need
Jack and Blue - Sexual Desires
Examining the Examiner
Boldly Rocked
Help in the Studio
A Private Yoga Lesson
A Cougar Finding Her Cub
Below Deck
An Unconventional Attraction
Love Online
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Erotic Short Story Collection 18
11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women
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How To Use A Guy In Ten Days

by
Kim Wilkerson
'This is the driest summer ever,' moaned Lauren, stretched out on her sun-bed.

'I cannot believe how much you Brits complain. You crack jokes about having a
three day summer with continual rain and bad weather, but now you're unhappy
because it's too dry,' said Tory half-joking.

'I didn't mean dry as in the weather.'

Tory noticed her friend's glass of chilled white wine was practically overflowing.

'Honey it's not as if you're short on the wine either,' noted Tory.

'I know that. I wasn't hinting for a refill.'

'Then why whinge? The sun is out, the weather's warm, we're sitting in my
wonderful garden topping up our tans, with a couple of trashy magazines and
enjoying wine time.'

'I mean dry as in,' Lauren paused, 'it's not been a summer of love has it?'

Tory considered the question.

'You're right. A year from now we won't be boasting or reminiscing over this
year's grand passion.'

'Hence it's been the driest summer ever.'

'Cobwebs downstairs?' teased Tory.

'I think my hymen's grown over,' laughed Lauren.
'Summer's not summer unless there's nookie involved.'

'We couldn't even afford to go abroad for a girly break this year. We've done
nothing. We wasted our summer,' declared Lauren.

'Speak for yourself,' muttered Tory.

'Excuse me?'

'I said speak for yourself.'

'Let me get this straight; we're hurtling towards thirty and you don't deem a
sexless summer as a sad state of affairs?' quizzed Lauren.

'I didn't say that. I said speak for yourself. Personally, I've not had a completely
dry summer.'

'How come I didn't know about this?'

'Oh Lauren, we aren't joined at the hip. Everyone gets horny when the sun's out.'

'But not everyone gets to have sex. Clearly I don't, but you have?'

'It's not difficult. We're women. Men are far less discerning than women. It's
much easier for a girl to get laid than a guy. We're choosy and men have to work
to get into our pants. Guys think with their dicks. All we have to do is rub it like
a magic lamp and it's a sausage shower.'

'You are incredibly Australian at times. How crass!' berated Lauren.
'Oh come on. You're the one all hot and bothered, waiting for a meat
thermometer to rise.'

'Shut up, Tory!'

'Wow I didn't realise how grumpy you got when you aren't getting any,'
murmured Tory, returning to her magazine as she let her skin bronze.

They sat in companionable silence. Despite their sniping, the two were close and
their arguments were routine to spice up the friendship.

Lauren's curiosity was peaked, dis-enabling her from exerting the silent
treatment she'd intended to project on Tory.

'You honestly think it's easy to find a guy to have sex with?'

Tory smirked, pleased Lauren had broken the tension. She detested ill-feelings
regarding her best friend.

'I honestly do. Come on, look at me; I'm a single mother, I live with my mum
and grandmother and even I'm getting a little something something.'

'Tory you're not from the hood. Lose the ghetto language.'

'It's because I'm hip and down with the kids that I'm able to obtain fresh meat.'

'How fresh is fresh?' asked Lauren slyly.

'Twenty-one.'
'Are you kidding me? You're twenty-nine.'

'Twenty-nine, two stone overweight with a toddler and estranged husband,'
confessed Tory self-depreciatingly.

Lauren scanned her friend fondly. Tory was voluptuous not plump. Her size
enhanced her hour glass figure. Irrespective of the extra weight she carried, her
face was stunning with high cheekbones, dark brown eyes and wavy voluminous
blonde hair. In her swim-suit with a light golden tan she was a gorgeous image
of womanhood.'

'How has this happened? You are a single mum and you do live with your
mother and grand-ma'

'He's a bingo caller.'

'Shut up!' Lauren was unable to resist mocking her.

'Wednesday night is bingo night. Mum looks after bubba and I take Grandma to
the bingo. I can't drive so we share a coach with a bunch of other geriatrics – all
riddled with mobility issues. Once all the games are called, I park Grandma in
the queue with the oldies. While the coach driver lowers and raises the ramps to
get every wheelchair on board, I nip back in for a quickie with the bingo caller.
He's twenty-one and quick to cum. Once done I'm back out to board the coach to
take Granny home. Simple.'

'You make the whole thing sound like a piece of cake,' whined Lauren.

'That's because it is. We've got ten days of summer left, I bet you can get laid in
that time. I bet I could.'