Nine Loves by Hayet Brach

Nine lives, nine loves, nine tales of passion and desire. Some sweet and romantic, bubbly like champagne. Some hot and juicy, directly addressing body regions south of the waistline. Meet lovers, strangers, unexpected guests and accidental roommates, and read about artful seduction, powerful attraction and opportunities just too hot to miss.

This book contains 9 stories previously released in four separate volumes, now bundled and offered at a discount price.

SKU: B00GW3PTC8 Category: Collections & Anthologies Tags: erotica, Hayet Brach, sex, short stories

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Here is a short sample from the book:

From the story ‘Coffee Break’:
I stood up, took my handbag and walked to the ladies’, feeling the young man’s eyes on my back all the way.
I shut myself in one of the cubicles and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. I pulled off my shoes, stripped off the ruined tights and shoved them into my handbag. I slipped my shoes back on again and stood up. I walked a few steps on the spot to get used to the feeling.
I was about to leave the cubicle – I’d already unbolted the door – when I had an idea.
I reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. I slipped them down my legs until they were around my ankles and I could easily step out. Then I picked them up and stashed them in my bag along with the tights.
I straightened my skirt and returned to the café.
From the story ‘Double Room’:
I walked into a small anteroom which contained a wardrobe. I put my case down on the thick, soft carpet. On stepping into the sleeping area, I suddenly found myself confronting an unexpected situation.
On the bed,ﾠ MY ﾠhotel bed, sat a woman. She was in her late twenties, not particularly tall, and with a round, pretty face, framed to good effect by a chestnut brown pageboy haircut. While her eyes were closed, her mouth was half open, and there was an expression of determined concentration on her face. The unknown woman was leaning against the wall at the head end of the bed. She was wearing a neat black blouse under a blazer, also black. It was a combination that suited her perfectly.
From the waist down, however, she was wearing nothing at all. Or rather she’d pushed her skirt up to her navel and completely bared her lower body. A pair of dark grey cotton panties lay on the bedcovers beside her, cast carelessly aside.