Your erotic stories

Sunday morning came sooner than I hoped it would but nonetheless it was here. It was around 8 am and I had ordered breakfast in bed to be delivered at 9:30. I rolled over and saw Steve still sleeping soundly facing away from me. He was still in his new sheer black babydoll and tanga panties that I had given him last night as a gift for a wonderful orgasm.

read more

It's a beautiful hot summer day and I'm in the front garden admiring my hard work. Weed free beds, blooming flowers soaking up the water I have given them, bees and butterflies dancing to natures tune. "Hey Mrs B, how are ya?" I'm startled, shaken from my reverie. I see Robbie's friend Dean on the pavement, looking young and fresh in shorts, jogging on the spot. I smile my automatic welcoming 'Mummy' smile.

read more

It was 1:30 in the morning and the streets were deserted. That was a good thing since I wasn't focusing on the road. All I could think about was fucking Joann. That had been pretty much my only thought since I discovered she had embezzled a large sum of cash from the radio station we worked for. I'd been holding that over her head for a couple of weeks and taking advantage of it on a daily basis.

read more

The sun shone brightly in the sky against the backdrop of the mountains and a few birds could be seen flying about. The view could make anyone looking at it breathe a deep sigh of contentment, but not the woman standing in front of her office window. In fact, the sigh that she gave was one of sadness - not the deep heart-wrenching kind she had sighed six months before, but sad just the same.

read more

Elizabeth sighed. People had told her the first year after the divorce would be difficult, especially the holidays. But she hadn't thought to include Valentine's Day. It wasn't as if Geoff had actually sent her anything the last 3 years of their 6-year marriage…not even a card. Come to think of it, they hadn't really celebrated Valentine's Day at all…no dinner, no 'hey, it's a holiday' sex. Now she was faced with spending the evening with quilting bee or going to a restaurant in Chicago's Loop with the 'Newly Single' group her sisters' had signed her up for.

read more

My baby and I don’t go out much. We usually prefer our home entertainments to anything that others can come up with. But that night, there was no way of getting around it; I wanted to dance. The club was in the sleazy part of town that most everyone avoided at night except for the actual havic-reakers themselves and those so desperate to leave middle-class suburbia that they would risk the menacing sorts for jello-shots and music with a pulse.

read more

My name is Amy. It was toward the end of my second month of grad school, when I happened to run into Janie, a girl I hadn't seen since high school. We hadn't been particularly close friends, but we had known each other casually and kind of liked one another. It was lunchtime, so we went to the campus deli where we each ordered a salad and sat down to reminisce a bit. As we chatted, I couldn't help noticing how really stunning Janie had become.

read more

There are many moments in life that one can see as stunning; I am witnessing such a moment. My home is in the mountains of Pennsylvania, when the snow falls across the landscape, especially around the holidays it reminds me that God,in his infinite wisdom, allows us the time to reflect and remember the beauty in our lives. It has been some time since I've written of my deliciously decadent liaisons. As you know, I am a lover of older men.

read more

It happened in the year 1998 when Andrew, a real naughty dude of 18, had his first odd intercourse. It was a strange that the guy of such an age had a boy amidst his friends that was only 14. His name was Oleg and of course he went to school. Oleg and Andrew had been the very close friends for some time and shared everything they could and there was plenty of that between them.

read more

A little bit of me wanted to punish my wife. That could almost be justified for I had just found a pair of panties in her bag; damp, wrinkled and clearly used panties at that. But our marriage wasn't quite like that. We didn't punish each other, we didn't usually check up on each other and we didn't tell the other what we had been up to when we were out on own.

read more