Your erotic stories

Carol and I had been married for nearly ten years. We truly loved one another and had what I would say at least, to be a better than average sex-life. We enjoyed spending whatever time we could together, though we had early on agreed that we both needed some time to ourselves. For me that was a round of golf with the guys on Sunday every once in a while, and for Carol, it was spending it with her friends in the little book club they'd begun.

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I was relieved when the flight attendants finally opened the doors, allowing the passengers to disembark from the plane. The flight itself hadn't been too bad, but I was tired of sitting in one spot for so long and the prospect of being able to stretch my legs had me antsy. Grabbing my backpack from the overhead bin, I began shuffling forward.

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A long, long time ago, in a land.... well, it WAS a while ago, but things like this stick in your mind. I was about twenty-three, in the Navy and stationed at a base right next to one of the premiere resort cities of the Caribbean. It was long before AIDS and all the other little "nasties" became so dauntingly prevalent, and I was - as usual - on the town and at the casinos, my regular Friday visit spots when I didn't "catch the duty" or if some poor schnook would stand it for me.

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To find the full background leading up to this story readers should read "The Dinner Dance" -- my previous submission. Otherwise a brief summary is as follows: Geoff, my husband, is now completely impotent as a result of an accident he had some time ago, and so his one wish in life is to see me happy. In order to achieve this he almost encourages me to have a good time, and makes no objections to my having other men friends if necessary just so long as I remain medically aware.

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Laura and I had arrived in Jamaica only four hours before. We hadn’t been ballsy enough to bring our own pot and decided that we needed to look for some. As everyone knows, the island is swimming in the stuff and we didn’t think there would be any problem.

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You are sitting at home on Halloween, debating whether to go to a party that a friend of a friend is hosting. You want to party, but small chat isn't what you are hoping for tonight. You keep scanning the Lit forums, searching for a new post and more stimulation. You read some more stories, as you lightly stroke your hard on. You are alone, so are not afraid to get caught and you pull off your pants as you tease your balls and your cock. The images of the strap on sex dance before your eyes.

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"I still don't know why you don't just have a sewing bee or something," Jack said, as he dug the folding card table out of the back of the storage space. "Oh, my God. You sound like a Neanderthal. We don't plan on smoking fat cigars or anything. We just decided to get together for poker, that's all." Lisa shrugged and gave him a little grin.

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I walked into my friend James' house with a huge grin on my face and a videotape in my hand. "Wait, " I said, "until you see the home movie that Angela and I made last night." Without further ado we moved into the back room and sat down on the couch in front of the TV. It was late afternoon and still light outside, so James had to draw the curtains to keep the glare off the TV.

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You and your boyfriend, Todd, had had this conversation before. You had always been a little curious about what it would be like to be with a woman, and Todd was very happy to listen to you fantasize about that. "What if we made your fantasy come true?" Todd whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

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Kathryn had been intrigued when she read the ad, excited when she contacted the couple who had placed it. But now, as she stood in front of the unfamiliar house, she felt a tinge of panic. "What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself. With her arm stretched tentatively toward the doorbell, she thought this was her last chance to change her mind, to return to her boring but oh so safe life.

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