Your erotic stories

It's a warm spring morning and I'm sitting with my husband in the patio area of a local coffee shop. The warm air feels wonderful and we sit in a quiet silence reading different sections of the newspaper and snacking on coffee and scones. It's quiet except for the occasional bird singing or car driving past. We're comfortable - comfortable in with our meal, in our surroundings, with our middle age status in life, and in our marriage. Maybe we're a little too comfortable.

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He could hear them coming into the church. They were talking and laughing, turning on lights and pulling out chairs; they were getting ready to be good children of God. Well, most of them were. He eyed his telephone for the hundredth time in the past three days. His hand twitched to pick it up, and he nearly did. The laughter echoed through the darkened church again. Her laughter. He found himself standing and gathering the evening's lesson almost mechanically.

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You enter the room, and there she is, standing by the desk, her back to you. She is wearing a simple white top and a silky black skirt that barely reaches mid thigh. You approach silently, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. You reach out, pressing her down with one hand at the small of her back. Without a sound, she complies, bending forward, placing her hands on the desk. The position forces her short skirt even higher.

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Carolyn was a slut. I don’t like to use the word, but it fit her perfectly. She had a reputation in high school for giving it up to any guy who wanted it, but as far as I could tell not many guys claimed to have taken her up on it. She had an older sister who had graduated the year before, and the stories about her were even more widespread (pardon the pun) so I suspected that some of it was hand-me-down reputation.

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I had been in line for the metal detectors along with crews from different airlines and other passengers when I first noticed her. She stood by herself and didn't seem to know anyone else in line, though she wore the same burgundy-colored outfit as the rest of them. She stood two or three people ahead of me in line, and for the first couple of minutes, she blended in with the rest of the hubbub of the bustling airport. However, something about her drew my attention and I began to watch her.

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Damn! Damn! Damn! What an ass on that woman!!! She was not a big woman, probably not more than 5' 4" tall and I would guess that she might weigh 130. She had a modest sized waist, maybe 23 inches, was probably 36C on the top but her bottom ... wow! I'll bet it was 40 inches, maybe 42, maybe even bigger. And as round as a beach ball.

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The thin curtains are drawn. The clean white sheets on the bed are luxurious. The delicate melody of the sea lapping against the shore outside is the perfect, never ending soundtrack for this special day together. I am lying under your hands on my stomach, a small covey of pillows underneath my hips. I am slowly melting into a liquid pool from the feeling of your mouth as it licks and sucks and nibbles the soft alabaster skin of my little round ass.

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Chapter 1 It was a warm early summer day, the kind of day you look forward to all winter long, so I cashed in a vacation day. A bike ride along the coast would be just the ticket on a day like today. I stopped for a quick breakfast before heading out to one of my favorite areas, looking forward to cruising along the narrow cottage-lined streets.

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Jessica had just finished getting ready to go out for the evening when Lisa arrived at Jessica's loft. They greeted each other and Jessica offered Lisa a glass of wine. Lisa quickly accepted. "So where do you want to go out to tonight?" Jessica asked. "Let's hit that new club just down the street. I wanna dance. Have you been there yet?" Lisa replied.

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There are a few things you should know first: A) He was sensual and creative. I think you can be sensual without being creative, but I don't think you can be creative without being sensual. Fortunately for me, he was both. B) He was my intellectual equal, something I had not experienced in a long time. I was able to talk to him without explaining myself, without clarification of what I meant. It was exciting and challenging.

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