Eeotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Jesse seethed as she scanned the nearly empty parking garage. Her ride, a bubbly working mother named Gail, had promised to wait the fifteen minutes it would take Jessie to send off that one last crucial email. She had finished in ten, yet by the time she had stepped off the elevator and into the garage there was no Gail. Only two cars remained. It was as though at six o’clock all eight floors of the T&E building just vanished in some apocalyptic sci-fi moment.