Your erotic stories

When I was younger I lived a quite outlandish life. I partied, I travelled, I entertained. I spent lots of money that I didn't have. My plastic friends were great – I just didn't give it another thought. When my cards were full, I borrowed money from people I shouldn't have. At the end of the spending came the truth. I was over £20,000 in debt, to a variety of credit card companies, and latterly the loan sharks who inhabit the low life of London.

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It's been a sizzling hot day, and I was looking forward to an air conditioned couple of hours at the movies, but it's cranked up way too high and I'm freezing in here. I've got on the sun dress I wore at the park, and sandals...and goose bumps. I have to go get my sweater out of the car. There's a side exit to the parking lot. I explain to the doorman that I'll be back shortly.

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I am asleep. Then, suddenly, I am awake. I can feel him. Standing there in the dark corner of the room. I can't see him, I only know he's there. Did he wake me? It's cold. And I'm naked under the covers. I sit up, thinking maybe I can catch a glimpse of him if I do. But I cannot.

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"Oooo... don't you feel like the big strong man, tying me up," Vicky laughed a little as her boyfriend tightened the scarves around her wrists. She'd been looking forward to this, as one of her fantasies, being tied up and helpless while her gorgeous boyfriend Doug ravished her. "I might have to put something in your mouth to keep you quiet too," he mock-growled at her, pretending to get angry.

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Tyler and Johnson walked into the holding cells as soon as they had their orders. There, in the largest cell, Tyler saw her as she stood proudly with hands on hips. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt. Certainly the hottest, and youngest, enemy agent he had ever seen. He certainly wasn't about to complain about this assignment, or the manner in which he was instructed to carry it out.

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I suppose you could say it was my own fault. I was on holiday and I suppose I let my hair down a bit. You know how it is. School's over for the year. You're eighteen and away from home. Nothing to do but have a good time. And that's what I was doing. That's all. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Not really. On this particular day I'd hired a moped and gone for a drive. I was just another teenager buzzing around on this little bike. It was fun.

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His dark, glittering eyes surveyed the room, flicking from body to body, his lips curled in a snarl of disgust. It had been a bitch of a day, and all he wanted now was a quick drink, a hot fuck and a few hours of sleep, preferably in that order. Too bad the only things out on a Saturday night were the college teenyboppers. With a snort he reminded himself that while they might look good, they generally didn't know shit about how to really please a man, how to take a good hard fucking and make him come back for more.

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When I was in my early twenties and living in my own place my younger brother took it into his head to move in with me for a while. This had its pluses and its minuses. On the plus side he was good company and could help pay the rent and utilities. On the minus side he was a bit of a slob who took up my space. I liked being on my own.

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I like gardening. It's a relaxing hobby and I happen to have the knack of making plants grow. Give my brother and me two identical plants and what happens? He carefully plants his one, adds the right fertilizer, tends it carefully, watches over it like a mother with her baby, right up to the time it dies on him. Me, I slap my plant down into the soil and jump back to give it room to grow. A natural talent and a green thumb, I assure my brother. Pure arsed luck, he tells me.

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My name is Dennis Calvin, and the story I am about to tell is true. This is the story of the best summer of my life. I've never told anyone before. I am 19 years old now, but the story began last year when I turned 18. My birthday had been celebrated in late May, and shortly after that Val arrived for the summer. She was the daughter of my mother's best friend from college. She was also 18 and wanted to spend the summer in California before going off to college.

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