Your erotic stories

"There is, of course, the tale of the man who built a horse of ebony that flew through the air with its rider—" "We've heard that one already. What about the tale of the three Sufi Qalandars who were each the sons of kings and also each blind in one eye?" "That one was as old as a dried date when my father was a boy. If you want to hear a truly wondrous story, listen to me recount the tale of the rich man who bought a mermaid as his concubine only to discover—"

read more

Judy is a strange woman. My eyes rake over all the potential targets in the club, locking onto her 34C-24-34 figure, taller than most of the women at 5'8", slim, maybe 120 lbs soaking wet. Great as all that is, it isn't what holds my gaze. Her hair looks like it is living fire, moving around her head as she stands in the breeze of one of the fans aimed at the dance floor.

read more

Billy was skipping across campus, well not really skipping, guys don’t usually skip but he was walking so fast he gave the impression of skipping. As far as Billy was concerned he wouldn’t have called it skipping, he would considered it walking on air. It would have to be very warm air as his school is in the deep south and the cold just doesn’t seem to have the energy to go that far south. Billy is a sophmore, the name of the school is not important to our story.

read more

Matt was going to be late for work. But there was no help for it now. As he usually did, he woke before the alarm even went off, 5:45 reaching for the clock, shutting it off before it was to sound at 6:00. He gave his still sleeping wife Julie an affectionate smile, though she'd never know it of course, crawling out of bed. Showered, shaved, dressed and ready for work, Matt headed down to the kitchen where coffee was already made and waiting for him.

read more

Knock. Knock. Knock! "Hey! Are you decent in there?" I called into Paula's bedroom. "Ow! What the…fuck are you…ouch!… talking about? Am I decent? What kind of…ugh…question is that?" "I meant ‘Are you dressed yet?'" I said with a familiar, frustrated sigh. "Then just SAY that, dammit! Say "Are you…unnngh …dressed yet?"' she grunted again. "Aaaaallrighty, then. Here we go. Are…you…dressed…yet?"

read more

Taylor rolled over and her hand lightly smacked Kate across the mouth. Kate flinched awake. She cast a bleary eye about the bedroom before realizing what had happened. She groaned softly as she stretched under the covers. She kissed the back of Taylor's hand and tucked it safely back under the covers. Kate looked Taylor over. The blonde was cute even drooling on her pillow while sleeping off the massive bender from last night.

read more

You first met him in your psych 201 class even though he was a senior and you were only a sophomore. He sat next to you the very first day and immediately started flirting. You liked it and you liked him. He was just your type. Strong, tall, athletic. A surfer build and tan skin. Cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. Smitten, you couldn't get enough. For him it seemed like a game, every day he'd flirt and tease you, and every day he'd leave without your phone number or without asking you out.

read more

In these days of Viagra, and for those of you who lived through the changes in the sixties that brought with it the notion of free love, the research done by the professors of The Institute of Human Social Behaviour at Spalding in the late 1930s must look pretty tame. We did not discover a wonder drug that cured impotency, or proposed theories that encouraged vast changes in the social structure of the western world.

read more

Chapter 1 - Discovery They had been friends for years. They lived a suburb apart, they had been on many glorious and memorable weekends away and enjoyed many fabulous dinner parties together. Close as they were with each other, none of them could ever have imagined that by summer's end, their close and loving friendship would bring them all the kind of sensual delight and sexual fulfilment they had each only dreamed.

read more

It had been the worst possible day for Luke. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. As he drove home all he could think about was cracking a cold beer and watching television. He pulled up in front of the house and noticed all the blinds and curtains closed. He wondered if Lara must have been taking a short nap in the living room, something she often did when they'd stayed up too late the night before.

read more