Your erotic stories

Hi, this is just a one-shot. I hope it's an entertaining scene/scenario, although it's probably totally unrealistic. But that's the beauty of fantasy... enjoy, and please rate and review, I love all the feedback I get, good or bad!

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My name is Jan, and this is my story of lust and shame. I'm in my early twenties, 5 foot 7, slim but with a curvy, feminine figure, 34-24-35. My long flowing black hair contrasts my porcelain fair skin and my pretty, delicate features. I'm of Chinese-Thai descent. My family made their fortune in the timber trade, and thus my family is immensely well off. I live in a huge mock-Tudor style mansion set in a sprawling garden with a swimming pool, with maids tending to my every need.

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It was safe to say the WPC Barbara Hardy was not a well liked woman. Not by her family (who had all but disowned her), not by her colleagues (who she had managed to either get up the noses of, fall out with or try to get into trouble) and certainly not with the criminal community in Preston. She was good at her job though, very meticulous and officious and liked to not give anyone an inch if she could help it.

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On the outside I've never been weird in any way. I'm popular, with girls and guys. I have normal interests. I go to parties, get drunk, have fun, have normal relationships. I could have sex, normal sex, and enjoy it a normal amount. But it is only when I think about rape that I really start to feel that heat like nothing else. A hollow aching inside me, yearning to be filled.

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I was driving cross-country to visit my parents. Halfway across the state I stopped in at a motel to spend the night. It was quite a nice motel, all mod cons, including a swimming pool. And, on a hot sultry night like the current one was shaping up to be, a swimming pool sounded rather appealing.

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Annie pulled her squad car into the parking lot outside Cahill Street Cinema and checked her watch. It was ten minutes after twelve. The midnight showing of whatever triple X rated film they were showing this weekend had just begun. Annie wondered why anyone would still go to a theater to view such filth when they could see the same thing in the privacy of their own home.

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Julie Fry sat in her office, with the door closed, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Her world had come crashing down around her ears that morning, and she was not sure what she could do about it. As the Accounting Manager for Larsen Construction, she had, for the last 3 years systematically embezzled over $150,000. Phony invoices, from phony companies, the checks all ending up in her husband's bank account. She had, like all criminals, assumed that she would never get caught, but she was wrong.

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"Ready ladies?" Olivia asked us both as we kneeled onto the yoga mat-covered section of her basement. I sat down on my heels and stretched my arms behind my back and neck while Liz waited. She seemed a little impatient. She was sporting a light blue sports bra, with light grey cotton shorts. Her medium length chestnut hair was tied into a low ponytail. I had on a light grey sports bra, which was still not containing the size of my breasts properly, and dark grey spandex shorts. My long dyed red hair was tied back into a bun. We were both barefooted.

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I would say that I’m your normal everyday-working housewife. Jeff and I have been married for just over ten years. We got Married young at age 18 right after High School. As of right now we have no children. We are both 28 years old. My measurements are 34C-24-34 at 5’2” and 114lbs. I also have shoulder length blonde hair. We have all the gym equipment a person needs in the basement. So it makes it real easy for me to stay in shape right here at home. Let me see, what more should I tell you about myself?

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When we heard the shouting begin from outside at the pool, my wife and I looked at each other, and I rolled my eyes. Things had been so peaceful and fun between our daughter and her friend up to then, but being girls, we knew the trouble from last summer could resurface quickly; girls, even girls who are friends, never forget when they've been wronged, and our daughter Rosie was no exception.

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