Your erotic stories

The flight back to Boston was only half full that night. We filed into the cabin and went through the usual routines of cramming more luggage than was technically permitted into the overhead compartments and under the seats. With so few people, however, there was plenty of space for everyone as well as all their belongings.

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"Well," Tom sighed, "what other romantic songs do we have for Valentine's Day? More Dean Martin?" The little piano bar was more crowded than on some nights. It had been a shore day, St. Martin. No big production show tonight, just one of those juggling comedians that seem to find their way on to cruise ships. Washed up, like him, flotsam bobbing against the shoreline, but not quite, not quite stranded yet.

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I shared lodgings in a rental 4 bedroom Victorian house after my initial 1st year in the dorms, I lived with Beth, Ben, James and Mishka. Beth is my very best friend, I wouldn't call her my lover and I certainly don't own her, but she is my soul-mate and we kiss and play often, snuggle up in each others beds and share everything, especially after a few drinks!

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Traci opened the door to the bar and stepped into its dimness. As she scanned the room she knew immediately she was over dressed for the place, but what the hell. She knew she looked good and that was what she needed right now. That and a stiff drink. She made her way to the long bar and slid onto a stool at the far end.

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"I've got something extraordinary planned for our anniversary," Laurie whispered to me. I grunted -- unable to think of anything but the next thirty seconds as her oiled hands slowly made another roundtrip up and down my cock. "I'm about to come," I said, hoping she would speed up. But instead Laurie pulled her hand away and said, "You will come in a week, on our anniversary. But I need your pump to be primed for our special night."

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It all happened during one of those three-day weekend parties - the kind where you take advantage of the extra day off of work to go out and have a bit more fun. Jessica and I had been going out together for about a month at this point, introduced by mutual friends at one of the local bars and we'd just kind of ended up together. Neither of us was a big partier or anything, but we did like hanging out and socializing after a long week, sharing stories and laughs about our day and gossiping about people we knew.

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As we walk into your room from the coffee shop, I push you hard against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to get my desires across to you. While pinning your body, I reach down and pull your hands above your head, lacing your fingers and holding them high. I begin kissing at the nape of of your neck, biting it lightly and moving along towards your ear. As I kiss your delicious skin I pause to whisper how sexy you are... How much you turn me on... How much I want to make you cum. Your only response to me is "I hate you" which brings a low laugh from me.

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After high school, I enlisted in the Army and did four years as an enlisted man assigned to the Third Army. That made me four years older than the other freshmen at UNC, when I started college after my Army enlistment, but I quickly made three life-long friends. Nora and Adele were roommates. Starting in our sophomore year, Adele and I became lovers. We moved in together. I thought it would last forever but she met a glad-handing football jock in our senior year and I never saw the break-up coming.

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I recently found out my ex John wrote a story called "Warm Breeze" based on one of our love making sessions. When I started to read the story and recalled that day it really turned me on - it was one of those moments where I could just feel the flood coming on down there before it even wet my lips. So before I could finish reading more than a few paragraphs I went to my bedroom and got out some lube and toys because I knew I wasn't going to make it through the rest of the story without satisfying myself at the same time.

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A while back I wrote a story called "Sandra Turns Over," about my wife Sandra, or rather, about her big sexy ass. And how, after she put on some pounds after a few kids, she got into my playing with her ass, and finally, into my fucking her ass. It usually starts like this. We start making out, my hands going all over her curvy body, feeling her heavy breasts, her soft belly, her love handles, then down to that gorgeous big ass.

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