Your erotic stories

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as her homely face wrinkled and crinkled at the printout in her hand. She looked back and forth from her itinerary, to her wrist watch, and back again. She was clearly not pleased. "Problems?" I asked from seat 22A. "I think I'm going to miss my connection!" she said from seat 22B.

read more

Damn! I really will have to gather up my courage and get myself out there to buy a proper butt plug. Not for the first time I find myself casting about for something smooth and sensual to shove up my arse. The hotel room is equipped with every convenience device known to man (and woman), there's even a porn channel on the TV – but there aren't many hotels that have dildos in the bedside cabinets.

read more

"Oh my God" I thought as I drank in the sight of her. She was wearing a long red, silky nightgown, her breasts framed by white lace edging, her nipples standing erect, apparent through the flimsy material. The light was low in her bedroom, but I consumed every detail of her, storing the memory. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Long blonde hair, classical, beautiful, sharp features. Bright blue eyes.

read more

I'd gotten in from the airport around 4pm and been greeted by an empty house—the message on the machine said my roommate wouldn't be home until the following afternoon. I had just enough time to shower, shave, and throw on some clothes before I hear the knock on the door. As I get to the bottom of the steps, I can smell her perfume. I can always tell when it's her on the other side of the door. For a moment I realize I've forgotten what she looks like, it's been a few months, but the smell is familiar enough.

read more

Deep desires remain hidden in the heart, sometimes for years. Brian had such a desire and had hidden it from his wife, Teresa. Brian's deep desire was for anal sex. Not in the usual way, though. Brian's desire was for Teresa to make love to his ass. Years before Brian met and married Teresa he was, for all intents and purposes, bisexual.

read more

When I met Tammy she had two kids, Cindy, fourteen and Thomas, five. Tammy was married to Thomas' father, John. They'd been together for six years. I have no idea how they made it that long. She despised the guy, hated him from the very start. She got together with him on account of his dick. Apparently, the guy was hung like a regular horse. And he had money. The Roth family lived under a cloud of recriminations, always short of all-out violence.

read more

Crap. Crap. Crap. That was all she could think of saying inside her head. Crap. How had she ended up in this situation? She'd made a bet with him over something stupid. It was so long ago, she couldn't even remember what it was about, but now he was cashing in his chips. While she knew it wouldn't be anything outrageous, like making her hitchhike nude or going around asking men what their favorite flavor lube is, she knew it wouldn't be pleasant for her.

read more

She is quite the beautiful woman! The erotic pleasures she delights in providing drives me wild with desire. How she looks up at me, with her fingers wrapped around my rigid cock, the head between her warm lips, her slippery tongue playfully exploring every part, the lust in her eyes, just for me. I love how she wants to explore every aspect of her sexuality.

read more

It all started, as it normally does, as I had time on my hands. It was five thirty. I had dropped the kids off at the swimming baths and was sat at the kitchen table, with a cup of tea, trying to figure out how to work my new mobile phone. It had so many features and I have so little technical know how. Just as I had gone through a list of twenty different ring tones my phone bleeped, vibrated and jingled -- apparently a text had arrived.

read more

The July afternoon was hot and brilliant, the sun beating down from a cloudless sky as she stood in the doorway, looking out into her backyard. She was alone with her thoughts, which were now just so much kindling for the summer weather that always made her feel lusty. Holding a cold, sweating glass of lemonade, she was on her way out to sit in a lounge chair when he crossed her mind and she felt her legs get a little weak.

read more