Your erotic stories

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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Kiara tried to focus on what her professor was saying, but she was finding it increasingly difficult, as thoughts of last night's events kept on replaying in her mind. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she noticed the dampness in the panties she was wearing. She finally gave up on trying to concentrate on the professor, and rested her pen down on her notes.

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She kneels above him, teasing him. Her face is in darkness, the light behind her, showing off her curves and the occasional glint of an eye that gives a hint of how much she's enjoying this. "Beg me." "Please... please," he whispers.

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"Tell me what happened," I said, my cock beginning to stir. I was sitting down in my chair. You crawled slowly across the carpet from where you were sitting, and dragged your body up onto my lap. I could smell the liquor oozing out of your body, as you slurred into my ear. "I showed him my pussy." You paused, and then whispered, "And his cock got hard." "How could you tell?"

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My name is Kevin and I was 45 years old when a friend told me about internet chat rooms. I knew people were all over the internet, but I didn't have a clue about chat rooms, or any other kind of rooms for that matter. I was not computer savvy and what he was saying was way over my head. When he started telling me about cam chats and voice conferences and what not, I was lost and told so. I simply had no idea what he was talking about.

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I have all these wickedly delicious thoughts about what I want to do with you right now. Your mouth just begs me to kiss it, but what I really want is my hands on your naked body. I start at your calves and rub every muscle very slowly until I feel you melt. I love rubbing the backs of your thighs. And you know I can't keep my hands off your ass. I make sure to rub it hard so I don't miss a single muscle. Then I stroke either side of your spine the way you love so much.

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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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