Your erotic stories

Evening mists licked the feathered edges of the shadows as they lengthened across the valley floor. Dusk was enveloping the low depression and the tattered big top that stood in a sort of forlorn solitude, alone except for an equally neglected Winnebago and a rusted-out pickup parked nearby. Along the perimeter of the adjacent property overlooking the valley, banks of lights awakened in the gloaming to illuminate Alright Ford's ranks of gleaming new cars.

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Well, here we were, Lia and I, after our first sexual encounter. We were lying there peacefully on her living room floor. Lia had her head on my shoulder as we cuddled one another in the afterglow of the greatest sex I had ever had, the kind of fuck I had barely even dreamed about until now. Then Lia raised herself up, leaning over me, and kissed me softly on the lips.

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The night was going well so far. She had first seen him mincing about on the dance floor in the club. Something about him really caught her attention, and it wasn't his fucked up dance moves. In order to get a closer look at him she dragged some of her friends onto the dance floor near him.

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Charli was ass horny. She called it "the feeling" mostly because the first time she had an anal orgasm was when she was getting it in her ass doggy style from her then boyfriend, Mark, and that Black Eyed Peas song was playing. That, and for her, "A good night" started or ended with an anal orgasm.

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My best friend Carolyn and I spend a lot of time together. We live next door in our apartment building, and she is at my place or I am at hers almost every day. We are both unemployed, on unemployment compensation, due to the recession. Our husbands are both still working, thankfully. My name is Sue, my husband is Dave, and hers is Rick.

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Ever since he started working here, he had been nothing but arrogant, cocky and condescending. He looked harmless enough the first day he walked in here but the minute we began working together, I knew it was going to be a doomed relationship. Why did my bosses place his desk right next to mine? Probably because they didn't want him next to theirs. The office we worked in was actually a loft studio, a big open space filled with groupings of desks and other office equipment. No walls to shut us off from one another. Which was unfortunate when there was such a man like Brad in the room.

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I suppose it was just that I hadn't been around much, sexually that is, until a couple of years ago. It wasn't until I started posing for amateur photography clubs doing 'glamour' stuff, then nude and then, inevitably, more raunchy stuff that I started to notice it.

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It had begun one night when Emma and Wayne were making love. As she straddled and then rode him in her usual energetic manner he had reached around and begun to play with her from behind, touching and probing until finally his finger had found its way into her anus. She was shocked at first, but then she was surprised to find it a strangely enjoyable sensation to have both a finger and a cock inside her at once, different but very pleasurable.

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"Gimme a little taste," he whispers. I give him an are-you-sure look. The road we are on turns and twists with the coastline; beautiful to look at, treacherous for those types of games. But he's had his hand in my jeans for the last quarter mile. At first he'd had to coax, but he knows just where to touch, and just how to press. Now I was wide open to him, responsive to every touch, deliberate in every returned caress.

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Claire and David were an average couple; just like you and me. They had gotten married almost seven years ago in the late twenties. For the first five years of their marriage, they focused on their careers and finances; saving money to purchase their first home. The day that they moved into the smallish two bedrooms flat in one of the safer and posh areas of London was the day that they threw Claire's birth control pills away. Within three months, they were pregnant.

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