Your erotic stories

“Holy Fuck” shouted Chuck, as the information flashed up on his computer screen. He could not believe it at first, but it was true, he had found her, after two weeks of searching. There it was in black and white. Heather Harlow, ex glamour model, now living in Monterey CA. There was even a phone number, and her e-mail too. The question was, what was he to do now, he needed to contact her, but through what medium? A phone call was out of the question, too personal, too soon.

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Over Easter my boyfriend and I were both off work so we decided to drive to Chicago over the long four-day weekend. Unbeknownst to him I made contact with a bi-sexual man and woman via the internet, several months earlier. The trip to Chicago was my idea since they live there. I was not sure how he would react but he has always been pretty kinky so I thought he would be pretty receptive, even knowing that I kept it from him until now.

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Driving East My eyes were heavy and I'd been struggling to maintain focus on the straight wide highway for the last hour. It was after 2am and I'd been driving for 14 straight hours on the final leg of a cross county trip that would bring me back to my native New England after too many years away.

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I have a new online Master named the Professor, and for my first assignment, he wanted to do an offshoot of the movie, "Driving Miss Daisy", and call it "Driving slut sinnndy". I was to pick my fiancé Billy or my girlfriend Jodi as my driver, and would have three different locations to perform my task. One location was at a shopping mall, the second, a busy street or intersection, and the third, was to be a place of my choosing.

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You and I take a trip to St Petersburg. It is fall there, the summer nearly over. The air is cool with a crisp "snap" to it. We spent all day wandering around the Hermitage. I am suffering from museum overload, so tonight we plan to have a good dinner, relax and soak up some of the atmosphere in Pietari's.

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Pure romance mixed with humor and hot sex, in two acts, makes for real happiness..... I was a highschool senior, wrestling and football jock, and downright happy guy. My grades were good to excellent, and I already had a number of really nice athletic scholarship offers from several major colleges, and all before the Christmas break had even arrived. About the only thing that bummed me out was that I had recently broken up with my girlfriend of more than two years. No big loss in the company department because she was the controlling type.

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When I took my job with a big tech firm in northern California I met Paul, who had started just a few months earlier. We got to know each other at work, and found we had kids about the same age. As the years went by we often had family BBQs, as well as playing tennis, racquet ball, poker, going sailing, etc. together. Paul was really creative, and after about 10 years quit his job, and moved to southern Calif to start his own company, which has been really successful.

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Kristin, Amy, and Julie, three best friends and hall mates, sat in Kristin and Amy’s room on a bed and brushed each others’ hair. As they sat, they chatted about school and their friends. Kristin was talking about her boyfriend, Justin, telling the other girls about their experiences in their two years of dating. “He’s so sweet – he always takes care of me and does amazing things – for my birthday he made us a picnic and took me out to share it, just the two of us, it was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me!”

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Donnie had been looking forward to this for a week. Finally he was going to have an afternoon off & he knew that if the sun was out, his sexy neighbor Di would be too. It would be perfect timing, his mother was in Ohio visiting relatives for the month & his dad wasn't due home from a business trip until late in the evening. He could hardly wait.

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One Tuesday morning, Linda Harris, a thirty-five year old mother of two, entered her kitchen with the intention of making herself some breakfast. Filling up the kettle with water, she placed it on the stove and took out her favourite teacup from beside the counter. It was another sunny morning; from here she had a good view of her suburban backyard, seeing her previously washed blankets flutter on the clothesline from where she had hung them. The clock on the kitchen wall announced the time as 8:24PM.

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