Your erotic stories

Every day for the past month Ashlee had lain soaking up the sun in the next door garden, turning from chicken skin white to Mediterranean bronze. And every day Anthony had peeked from the other side of the fence. So much time and effort had he put in mowing that particular patch of lawn, the grass resembled the shaven snatch that latterly had been revealed when she thought he wasn't there. Or maybe she did know he was there. Yeah, she knew all right.

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Winnie and Amy had been in the strip club for about 30 minutes observing the clientele and getting the occasional lap dance to get themselves more in the mood for what they had planned that night. As part of a "getting over our ex's" night, they planned to find a single business traveler and lure him back to the suite they booked for themselves at the nearby Sheraton to strip for him and maybe have some fun.

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On a moonlit night you venture out to meet me, your first mistake. As you walk down the trail toward the given location I slide up behind you. You are refused sight as you try to make eye contact but are gruffly turned away by the shoulders. A blindfold draped tightly over your eyes before you recover causes you to stumble back a step into me. There is nothing soft about this encounter, my dear.

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As always, this is a work of fiction. While some of the events are based on the author's own experience, in no way are the characters based on any person living or deceased. If you are under 18 I implore you to stop reading. I need to again thank a fan for the idea and inspiration. Feedback is encouraged and requested. Enjoy.

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"Pamela, do you know what an Au Pair is?" asked her mother. "An unpaid slave who gets to work twenty four hours a day for the privilege of living as a family member in a strange household while at the same time trying to study for her university degree?" hazarded Pamela.

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With a sharp intake of breath, I looked down at Steph's head in my lap. Yep, her index finger just stroked the tip of my cock through my trousers. Oh shit, what do I do? I looked up in the rear view mirror and saw the sweet, sleeping faces of my daughter Amanda, and her sorority sister, Jess.

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Rose sat at her dining room table, barely touching the breakfast in front of her. Her marriage was in trouble, and she had no idea why. It had been almost two months since her husband had touched her, and she thought he may be having an affair. It wasn't uncommon for men to seek the company of a younger woman, but at forty-six Rose still had the body of a twenty something. High breast, flat stomach, and an ass that still turned heads. Even this morning she tried to wake him by stroking him, and the only reaction was him rolling over. Even his goodbye when he left was chaste at best.

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Aaron was late. The guys at the office had decided to go to a club to unwind but no one had bothered to give him the name of the place. It was all that asshole's fault. What was his name? Michael? He'd been getting lavished with all of the attention the past couple of months rising through the ranks with godlike precision.

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It was a full week before Bethany heard again from Mrs Boxwell. All during the week at school she had felt anxiety, almost heartsickness, at what she had done last Saturday night. A million questions went through her mind. Mainly, it was: What's wrong with me? But then as she thought about her cute friend Lissy on her knees doing what she was doing, how shocking it was, she could not help but get excited. Late in her bed at night she masturbated. Oh, it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself.

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The sweet smell of blood caught Nolan by surprise. Not that he was surprised by the blood, it was the full moon after all, but the fact that he found the smell to be sweet. As a half wolf shifter and incubus, he had sampled more than his fair share of it but never had it smelled like this. Sweet yet seductive. His wet, wolf's nose was practically quivering as it tried to hone in to the source.

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