Your erotic stories

Part 1 I got home after another long day at work and retrieved the mail. I sifted through it...junk, bill, junk, bill.... "What this?" I wondered, looking over an envelope with no return address. "Hmmm?" I took it upstairs to my kitchen and opened it. Carefully. It contained three handwritten pages of pink paper. I read the first one, a brief cover letter, as it turned out.

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Kirsten did not show up for my class the next day, Friday. I have to admit, I was somewhat relieved, still somewhat jumpy and completely in shock as to the feelings that she had elicited from me and totally terrified by the potential ramification of what had occurred. I left town for the weekend, trying to escape the loneliness of my house, as well as the looming danger of further action by Kirsten. When I returned home Sunday night, there was a bag by my door.

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I won a holiday. It was a holiday for two for a week on a dude ranch. We could go riding, swimming, play sport, have a barbecue, go hiking, whatever. It was all covered. All I had to do was turn up with a friend and we were set. I asked Debbie, of course. She's my best friend and we do everything together. She said yes, and when May rolled around we were off.

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"What about them?" the younger guy, Curtis nodded at the two petit girls giggling at the half-naked mannequin in the window of a store. "Yeah..." breathed Warner, his eyes roving over their petite bodies. Both of the girls were short, the brunette was maybe 5'2", and the blonde only a few inches taller than her... sweet-faced and innocent looking, they looked like the perfect gullible victims. And they were hot.

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Dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, I headed towards Tbonz. I got a few looks from some guys, but I blew past them, a woman on a mission. I was so glad my shift was over that I didn't care who was checking me out. I've been working the last couple weeks, ever since the semester ended, trying to scrape together money for Christmas presents.

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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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"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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You gotta see your husband's fabulous new office, was the way he'd put it. Even now the words ring in my ears as I masturbate to climax on lazy afternoons. Frank Finlay was Peter's new boss. Peter's my husband -- a kind, good looking, trusting soul. Perhaps it is his trusting ways that are the cause of this.

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