Your erotic stories

The very next weekend after our hard fuck in the hot tub, I got a very intriguing phone call from Ashton. “Go to my rrooom, the doorsss unlocked,” she said. From the slurring of her words I could tell she was very drunk. There was loud music playing in the background and the voices of a lot of people muffled Ashton’s message. “My roommate’s not there so just go into my bedroom and be quiet. Don’t turn any lightss on. I have a surprissse for you.”

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I love her. I love everything about her. I love her. I love her eyes; they shine like diamonds reflecting the emerald of a shamrock field. I love her smile; angels have fallen from heaven for envy of that smile. I love her hair, coppery red that flows down her back like glittering lava giving accent to her already breathtaking form. Her every movement is poetry. Mortals walk, the goddess of my devotion glides like water across polished glass.

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Snow White could hardly believe it was happening as she reluctantly closed her mouth around the invading mercenary leader's shaft. Just two days after parting from Prince Charming, the young thief was captured by a group of mercenaries hoping to claim the sizeable reward. Delivering just her heart would earn them a smaller reward, so they instead chose to take her alive.

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Gina felt the man's firm hands against her waist, felt his body grind against hers, his breath warm on the nape of her neck. She tossed her long brown hair to the side, exposing the soft skin at the side of her throat, and pushed her ass back into him, rolling her hips to the rhythm of the music. She didn't know who the tall man behind her was, couldn't quite remember how she came to be dancing with him, but it felt good.

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David Blake examined his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His hair was neat and combed and cut in the latest style and his face was cleanly shaven. David smiled at himself as he stepped backward and away from his reflection. He did a half turn to admire how his suit fit and couldn't suppress a grin. He was looking good as always and knew it.

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(Item: Lyle Alan Buhr, convicted sex offender escaped today from the Barton County Jail in Nevada, Missouri. Buhr, who is a white male, 26 years old, 5" 11" , 190 lbs has been convicted in the 2001 rape and sodomy of a Monette couple during a home invasion. He is considered dangerous and anyone having information regarding his whereabouts is asked to contact the Barton County Sheriff.)

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How long have you been there? You have no idea anymore. The combination of the hood and the enveloping silence have deprived your brain of the information it needs to track time. All you know is that your arms hurt. More specifically your shoulders. Your arms tied up above you at the wrists mean you've been slung here on your knees with your full weight going through your slender shoulders all this time.

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Still hurt by the rampage that she had just endured, Elise wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to gather her thoughts. She still could not believe what had just happened and that she had actually enjoyed most of it. She sniffled and grabbed some Kleenex from the living room table as she pondered what her next move would be. The feelings that brewed inside of her made her sick, she felt violated and angry. Between her legs though, told a different story. Her privates were still dripping wet with passion and she felt strangely fine down below.

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Karen glanced at the clock, frowned, and realized she had probably missed the director of accounting by fifteen minutes. It was 6:45 in the evening, she was hungry and stressed, and this folder of papers was promised to be on his desk before he left the building. She picked up her phone and dialed the extension of his assistant. Three rings ... four ... voicemail. No one there. She pushed the handset hard into the plastic cradle in frustration, slid her feet back into her high-heeled shoes beneath the broad oak desk and pushed up from her tall, black leather seat.

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Recently I submitted a story that I wrote for my husband. Basically it described a gang bang I had with a University football team. The story was purely a fantasy and my husband loved it. He fantasizes often about me with other men. I on the other hand fantasize about being forcefully taken by a group of men. Handsome men of course. Well, apparently my husband shared my fantasy with one of his old college buddies...he even showed him the story I wrote.

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