Your erotic stories

This is as true a story as my memory will allow. It's been quite a few years....15 or so, come to think of it. However, all of the actions are burned into my memory, and what I write of is what truly happened. The dialog, not so much. I remember the gist of what was said but, except for a few specific parts, not exactly what words were spoken. So, I'll ask your forgiveness in advance. I'll convey the gist of the dialog, but not the true words spoken.

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If you told me a couple of years ago that I'd one day be having sex with a man, I would have laughed in your face. I'm straight. I've always been straight. I was married for eight years and have always loved dating women. I love women, the way they look, the way they smell and the way that they feel. I love to eat pussy and always will.

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I never intended for any of this to happen the way it did. I hope you can believe that. When I offered him my phone, it was merely to be polite and do a stranger a good turn. When I offered for him to come stay with me, it was as a person with means helping out someone who was going to go without. When I offered him a job, it was as an experienced businessman helping a young man just setting out in the world. 

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The whole of this story is untrue, any resemblance to those people, places or events is purely coincidence. I always encourage you to wear protection, but in this story its purely fantasy. Working as an undercover cop posed certain risk I never new how much risk until I got my last assignment. I was working narcotics on the south side we had this particular band of dealers in our sights for a while now, but it was too hard to do surveillance on them due to their location.

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It was the smell that brought me back first. The musty tapestries and dried flowers that lined the walls, the June sun through the stained glass windows illuminating the dust that filled the air in greens and purples, but doing nothing to warm the cold stone of the church. I was brought back to Sunday morning services, attending with my Nana, and now a decade later we were here to bury her.

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We were sitting down on the only couch available. Marco’s knees were bent, with his right ankle resting atop his left knee. I was further to left and facing him when I straightened my leg and that’s pretty much all it took. Searching for a place to rest my weary feet, instead, I encountered the inside of his firm jean-clad thigh. Indeed, quite by chance, I stretched my calf by pointing my heel and that drew my toes back over the delectable curve of his crotch.

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About a year ago, I was suffering greatly from a pinched nerve in my neck. I had been to a chiropractor a few times, but it just didn’t seem to help.

One morning, I was looking in the paper, in the personals. I ran across an advertisement for massages. The ad read “Masseuse for What Ails You”. By the phone number, I could tell that the person was located fairly close to me and the add was for “deep tissue” massage. It sounded just what I was looking for.

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It was spring break of my freshman year in college, and since I was pretty low on funds I hadn't been able to join most of my friends as they headed off on the usual spring break party roadtrips. This left me with two choices - stay at school or head on home.

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Charlie was 33. He wasn't an imposing figure, standing only 5'7", weighing just at bit over 170 pounds, but he had a cute look to him. His shoulder-length blonde hair framed his slight face nicely, setting off his blue eyes. Patti, his wife, was 27, and she sported a short blonde pixie cut, which accented her basic, although attractive, face.

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I had experienced sex with three men up to this point in my life, when the second semester of my freshman year began. Finances had made it necessary for me to find a roommate, and Kenny was the fellow freshman I ended up with.

I liked the cozy apartment from the moment I saw it, but little did I realize that there were even better things that came with it.

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