Your erotic stories

Part 1 It was a cold and dreary day in south Texas. Well, ok...not cold. But chilly for south Texas. Mid-50's and overcast skies made it feel pretty cool, at least when you were just sitting around the house playing on the computer. Too drizzly to go out and do anything. Jannie shivered again and wished that her husband, Bobby didn’t have to work today. It was Saturday and she was bored.

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There was nothing like a crisp autumn day to clear out the cobwebs. Quite literally in fact, since the rays of sunshine cutting through the window highlighted any and all lint or spider webs in corners missed in last week's once-over. One could almost let them pass, but the beautiful foliage created such contrast to any dusty disorder it was impossible to leave them be. Humming to herself, Sam bustled around the apartment wiping and spritzing. Clad only in simple yellow panties and a white cotton t-shirt she welcomed the late morning warmth created by the sun's penetration into her side-street building.

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When I was eighteen a young couple moved in next door. Bruno and Maxine Steinhouse, and their four-year-old son Victor moved to our community from New York. Bruno was a cop and had been named Chief of our small rural northern community police department.

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Melody Foster was on her way home during a terrible snowstorm. She had to drive with caution if she didn't want to end up in a horrible accident. On her way home, she saw a few nasty accidents with cars spinning out of control on the icy roads, crashing into one another. The snow was falling hard and the roads were completely buried under tons of feet of snow.

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As we sat at one end of a long, brown, wooden pew of our newest church my wife had dragged me to my mind wandered to the organist's long legs. Peggy, my wife of twenty years, was the religious one of us two. I made no bones about the fact that I was not and reminded her of it often enough. I went with her to the churches she picked out as a marital courtesy.

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I was one of the lucky ones. After catching me on the living room couch, wearing a pair of her panties jacking off, my wife was not only cool with me wearing them, she actually really got into it. Even going as far as throwing out all but one pair of my boxer shorts and taking me shopping, on a regular basis for new panties.

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Well, having one of your usual Saturday afternoon writer's blocks, I see... to divert your attention and pass the time, I offer you a playful suggestion...be my submissive. You have alluded to some interest in S&M in the past, but we have never forayed that direction. Heh...you have forgotten how cunning and playfully-evil I can be, particularly in light of boredom. Boredom breeds mischief.

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I began looking to meet women online in my early twenties when I discovered I had a fetish for women who smoked. I don't understand why I have the fetish, as I do not smoke or care to be around people who do, but I find myself completely aroused when I see a hot woman smoking in a very sexy way. The way a woman lights, holds, draws and blows the smoke all plays a factor on how excited and how hard my cock gets.

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Sitting on the bed, half aroused and anticipating the arrival of my lover, I heard a small knock on the hotel room door. I rose to answer it and my arousal increased at the sight of my beautiful girlfriend looking seductively at me. As our eyes met, I reached for her and drew her inside, closing the door behind her.

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My ex-girlfriend Tori and I dated for five years, and we had an interesting sex life during that time. She had a thing for kink, which I happily indulged in as well, but one particular encounter sticks out in my mind. We had a great time that day. We went to dinner and a movie, walked around the mall for an hour or so, and browsed the local bookstore. All the while we kept shooting each other flirtatious glances. I could tell, from experience, that she was in the mood for something, and I hoped she was picking up the same signals from me.

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