Your erotic stories

I had never considered myself a submissive woman in any facet of life – until five years ago, when I learned that in order to get the kind of sex I secretly craved, I needed to submit myself totally. I was working at a public relations firm at the time. I had had an awful day-long meeting with representatives of the organisation I was commissioned to work for. They had been totally unrealistic about what was achievable in salvaging their company's reputation.

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Dave was having a hard time staying focused. The exams were complete, the term papers graded and the students were gone. A few more forms to complete and this school year was over! In just a few days, he'd be in the Keys - fishing with his college buddies. "Mr. Becket?" He didn't even have to look up from his paperwork. He knew the voice all too well.

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You smile as I kissed my way from your bare shoulder, up your neck, to the base of your ear. I make sure you're really turned on with lots of kissing. I move on to sucking your full tits, stroking your pussy... As you start to moan in response, I begin sliding a finger slowly in and out of your cunt, letting your horny pussy lube up my finger.

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'Strap-on fucked'. . . the phrase alone sounds so depraved, but I found out that it doesn't have to be. Well, hell, maybe it is, but perhaps that's the fun of it! I came to this realization a few years after college, when I was dating Emma. She was short, with dirty blond hair, and a mischievous smile. She was not skinny, but not big either; she was sorta pear-shaped and curvy, which was strangely attractive when she would walk naked through her apartment.

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This is a story about my wife and me before we were actually married. It was a summer night and we were getting ready to go out on the town with some friends to a local bar for a few drinks and some good food. My wife Katherine (girlfriend at the time) decided to wear a short summer dress as it was very hot that night and she wanted to be comfortable. What she didn't tell me until later that evening is that she also did not wear any panties under her dress to keep herself "even cooler".

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"It would hurt so bad." Vanessa told me. " I mean that's an out hole not an in!" "I guess." I said "But… she likes it." I finished pointing at a picture online of a blonde girl with her ass in the air and a large vibrator inside of it. "That picture probably isn't even real." She said, "You know all the shit they can do with pictures on the Internet."

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We've been down the pub again with some of your stupid workmates and their tart girlfriends. After three hours we're all halfway drunk and I've had enough of having my arse pinched and tits squeezed by boozy-breathed oversized rednecks. I stub out a cigarette and give you the eye. You've been leering down the dress of your mate's girlfriend at her pushed up tits. You'd be disappointed if you ever got her bra off, 'cos they'd fall down to her belly button.

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During my speech she had caught my eye, a blonde bombshell in the front row. Was it just me, or was she licking her lips at me? Her massive cleavage spilled out of her white, unbuttoned-at-the-top shirt like two giant balls of vanilla candy... I could nearly see straight up her oh-so-short, classy, black miniskirt... Did I catch a glimpse of some sky-blue panties? Or even half of a pussy lip or two peeking out from behind the fabric? I nearly forgot what I was saying in my speech...

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It's not often a person gets to share their dreams and fantasies. But when they finally do share them with someone special they might come true. Faith shared her dreams and fantasies but what she didn't expect was a hidden desire that she wasn't aware of until her partner showed her that she wanted it more than anything during a pashing session where his fingers touched a spot she didn't know could be pleasurable. She has since spiraled into anal heaven. This story is just the beginning of that spiral.

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My wife, Lynn works for a company with rotating days off. Sucks that she only gets one day at a time off, but it means that every six weeks she gets a three day weekend, so it's a trade off. Since I had been out of town working for most of those six weeks, Lynn had made plans that I only sort of knew about.

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