Your erotic stories

After having to wear a shell in public, then having an orgasm in the presence of my friends and watching my friends have an orgasm virtually naked, I didn’t think that any of the challenges could get any worse. I was wrong. A few weeks later, I was talking to my friend on the Internet and I was telling him about how my friends Terra, Cindy and I had been talking in bed one night and we were discussing our fantasies. I mentioned that Terra’s fantasy was to sleep with another woman to see what it was like.

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My husband once worked for a major international tractor company, most people would have heard the name, but I won't mention it here. He was a highly qualified mechanic and one of the head supervisors. One night just a few years ago, he and I got into a discussion about him going out on his own to start a business.

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Lewis Collins was taking stock of how much his life had changed in such a short space of time. Five months ago he had a loving beautiful girlfriend, and he still had. But now he had two other women in his life as well as his girlfriend, and they were all his! He was 19 years old and the world as they say was his oyster. It had all started on the day he and Cassie, his girlfriend, were stood in his bedroom window, she was behind him, they had been frolicking in his bedroom, and now she was stood at his back, balls in one hand, and cock in the other.

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"Just look at the view from this place!" screamed the excited new associate. The balcony at the Metropolitan Theatre overlooked the multitude of rows of patrons shuffling to their seats, getting ready for the show to begin. "Get used to it," said Heather Franklin. "We're in the big league now." "And to think we're barely starting out at the firm," said her animated friend. "Did you see the signing bonus? It's more than everyone at our old place made put together."

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Now that I am in my early thirties ...I find that I am saying things I don't believe come out of my mouth. Like the phrase, "when I was your age ...." can come out before I have a chance to stop it if I am talking to someone from toddler on up to young adult. It is at those times I almost think I sound like my grandmother. But last Saturday afternoon, I started a conversation with Kate, 18 year old girl who is wonderfully beautiful both inside and out.

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It was raining outside - a typical Amsterdam spring day with heavy grey cloud casting a chill gloom upon the city. A Little natural light was managing to find its way through the dirty, rain spattered windows as they rattled in their frames, carrying with it the luminous presence from the spring leaves on the trees outside that lined the canal.

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I sat on the couch staring into the fire and feeling very content. A light snow was falling outside, making the small house feel even cozier. The only light in the room came from the flickering flames. It was a perfectly comfortable evening, one that I wished could last forever. And at this moment, in my mind, I knew it would.

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The sun shone blindingly, its radiance and emanating warmth serving as a deceitful mirage, a false comfort that belied the earth's frigid cold. Yet, its beauty was genuine, reminiscent of vintage holiday greeting cards. The snow sparkled with what seemed like an endless bounty of fragmented diamonds, its vast blanket spread out across pure expanses of slopes and dipping valleys, their virginity untouched by the invasive violations of civilization.

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Talk about the boot being on the other foot! Talk about the biter bitten! I never thought that I would be head-hunted, tempted – no, seduced – into leaving our Florida office, where I was top bitch, and joining a rival company in a subordinate role. But here I was. Yes, Marie la Reine d'Ecosse, former butt-buster, was now Mary Queen of Sod-all, in an office up north. The salary was better by sixty percent, the status was good, the benefits were amazing, in fact I would have had to have been insane to turn the job down.

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Note: The first story in this 'series' is "Danni Gets Her Wish." You don't really need to read it to understand this one, but I might write more stories that involve previous ones I've written. This story is told from Danni's roommate's perspective.

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