Your erotic stories

When I was 18 years old, in my senior year at a Catholic school for girls, my dad caught me on the street with my parochial school uniform's skirt pulled up a few extra inches so that it uncovered my legs to get the attention of boys. A lot of girls at my school did that after school. He is very strict. He is Sicilian.

read more

Hello! I am a 45 year old male. I am the youngest of 5 children. My parents are in their 70s. I have been involved in the swinging lifestyle for over 15 years. I play with women and couples and am bi with couples. I have been living in the Seattle area for the last 20+ years and most of my family, including my parents live in the Portland, Or area. I live close enough to my family to get together for holidays, birthdays, etc but far enough away that I can still maintain my privacy and live my life without their interference.

read more

This is a work of fiction and all characters - both of them :) - are of legal age. Originally I hadn't intended for this story to be about a brother and sister, but story-wise it was just better that way than when it had been two close friends. I would like to thank Bert_Fegg for his editing and helpful suggestions to make this story even better than it was before.

read more

Pity me, the poor orphan! My mother gave me up for adoption when she was 17, and I was that many minutes old. I grew up with Mom and Pop Hadley on a quiet, tree-lined street in a quiet, little town in upstate New York. Good home cooking. Lots of love. And, to be honest, almost zero questions about my birth mom.

read more

My sister Janet didn't believe me and laughingly said so! I thought it strange she could be so cheerful considering the circumstances; we were at a funeral after all. But no, she didn't believe I could return to the same Greek Island for the same two weeks, (the last week of April and first of May) staying at the same hotel in the same room for 14 consecutive years and that this year would be my fifteenth trip.

read more

I'm still working on the behemoth stories. Here's something I poked at in the meantime, and I spit this one out pretty quick, too. Hope there aren't too many errors. For those that like their fiction hard, this probably isn't your sauce. No worries, I have that coming. I do appreciate the comments and criticisms. It's helping, I hope.

read more

*Hello all! I'm not very happy with the way I wrote the first chapter to this story. It was short, hasty, and I was inexperienced. I like to think I've improved greatly since then, and after many years I've decided to continue the story of Tyler. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. So without further ado, here is the second chapter!

read more

This is a continuation of my story "Owen becomes a Man", and it would be as well for the reader to go to that story first, although this one will stand on its own. * Last week there was an opportunity for the parents of future students to go to Owen's college to put our minds at rest over their accommodation.

read more

How humiliating. Here I am, a once-successful thirty-something, happily married, or so I thought, two kids, great house, great life, blah, blah, blah. And now...I'm looking up at the façade of my old childhood home, watching the moving men carting in the few boxes I have, the remnants of that successful life that's now wrecked to hell and back. Ye gods, does anything spell "loserville" like moving back home with your mommy???

read more

Went To the Club to See a Band with Wife and Her Older Brother We all got the club early. The club was located in one of the bad parts of Detroit. We went to see Hinder. When we got there they were having a Jägermeister night. We all had several bombs and did several shot within the first hour. My wife cannot drink too many before she gets totally wasted.

read more