Your erotic stories

I used to sit at the window on the second floor of my house and watch her cut the grass. She liked to wear white or cream colored shorts and t-shirts. Even in late April and early May when she didn’t have a good tan her bronze skin glowed. She had dark blonde hair that she kept short and neat. She was small—just over five feet tall. But she didn’t have the squatty little body that some short women have. She had nice legs and a tiny waist that made her ass even more attractive.

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You hope that the weather will hold out a little longer on this well secluded beach of this tiny Gulf Coast island. The sky above is dark and threatening, yet across the Gulf we can see the reds, pink, yellow and purple of the setting sun. You can't help wondering what I have in the picnic basket; you know it will be wonderful.

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"So what do you think?" My thesis partner turned his computer around and showed me a photo from freshman weekend. At our university almost all freshmen participate in freshman weekend - they go to the middle of nowhere, stay there for two days drinking, partying and general horseplay. My thesis partner was in charge of the whole shebang, so he'd obviously had a good look at most of the new students.

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There's this odd sect that used to own some property out near the picnic grounds in our town. They've broken up and gone now, but it was one of their weirder antics that led to this tale. A group of us had been to the picnic grounds for a meal, some hiking and some swimming in the nearby lake. After lunch I'd gone for a walk with Carla, with Suzy tagging along.

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When you're eighteen and having overly erotic dreams, to whom do you talk? Your girlfriends? They'd laugh and want all the salacious details. Your boyfriend? He'd want to act it out, and that wasn't going to happen. Your mother? Yes, Denise could just see herself going to her mother to discuss erotic dreams. Not in this lifetime. She sighed as she went to bed. Maybe she wouldn't have any tonight.

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She gradually became aware of her surroundings, first smelling wood smoke, and then hearing the sounds of someone moving around close to her. She tried to move and see what her surroundings were but she couldn't move her arms, which were tied behind her back, and tied again at the elbows. The method pulled her arms back uncomfortably and thrust her tits forward. A little exploration revealed that her legs were tied as well. She couldn't raise her head or upper body from the ground, and her legs were tied in such away as to push her ass up into the air.

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In sex education we were told about average sizes for a man's penis. It was pointed out that average means just that, average. They can be bigger and they can be smaller. It's not the size that matters we were assured. It's how the man uses it. Lying bastards. Size does matter, and I damn well know. Hells bells, take a moment to do some basic arithmetic. I'll do some for you. Mr.A has a penis one and a half inches thick and six inches long. We'll call that about average.

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Janice Murphy was the object of desire of every man in the neighborhood. A mother of two, she kept her 29 year old body toned through her job as an aerobics instructor at a local health club. Her long toned legs; curved child bearing hips, and well rounded behind all gave testament to her strenuous schedule of 5 classes a week. As was common with most women she had increased in breast size to accommodate the lactation and feeding of the infant, the twin boys now 14 months old were no longer nursing, but the size of her new breasts was a welcome addition to her hourglass figure.

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I got parts of this story from both sides and pieced all the details together. Other people at my firm are putting the pieces together also and now rumors are beginning to circle the office. I don't think we've heard the last of it... Susan is one of the more successful people in our department. She's also a royal bitch, but she gets away with it because she's so valuable to the company. She's in her mid-30's, I think.

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It was raining heavily when the auto stopped outside the apartment that Sameera was staying in. Despite the protection provided by the auto rickshaw she was completely drenched and her clothes were clinging to her body like second skin. She knew that the contours of her breasts would be visible and hence she had the money ready in her hand. She did not want to give the auto driver an opportunity to ogle and well, get ideas. As the auto sped off, she entered inside the apartment and the first thing she did was to kick off her sandals.

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