Your erotic stories

Rose's long black hair shimmered in the morning light that slipped through the partially opened blinds. Tyler stood over her watching his beautiful daughter sleep, she lay there his lover, sub, and so much more slumbering peacefully. Not for long he thought to himself. Tyler pulled the sheets back to reveal his daughter's nude body, her legs curled up beneath her almost in the fetal position and her soft little sex lips visible between her legs.

read more

Looking back, all the signs were there. Rita never wanted sex anymore. That alone didn't alarm me, given our sex life had never been vigorous. Then she started paying more attention to her appearance after years of neglect. Throw in the prolonged absences without sound explanations.

read more

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.

read more

Charlotte's expression was in step with her hesitation as she smiled weakly at the receptionist. Was this woman passing judgment? Charlotte worried. After all, this man specialised in sexual problems, so of course the receptionist would know that. How much detail was the woman privy to?

read more

It was because I worked at home for a software company that I became friendly with the group of housewives who met every Wednesday afternoon. We all lived on the same street and I soon realized that these four women met at the house across from mine while their kids were at school and their husbands were at work. I saw them from my home office window, arriving at two o' clock every Wednesday.

read more

First off, let me say that rape is a heinous thing to inflict on anyone. Nobody in their right mind would suggest otherwise and I do consider myself to be in my right mind. When a friend became a victim of date rape I was as shocked, as supportive, as anyone but that was when we were in high school and I was much younger.

read more

I’ve been divorced from Nellie for about 5 years. She has custodial care of our kids, so I still see her often, every other Friday when I go to pick them up for the weekend. Last Friday, when I arrived at her house, nobody answered the door when I rang the bell. Sometimes, my daughters are in their rooms getting ready when I get there and don’t hear me at the door, so I used my key and went in.

read more

It started with a telephone call, a couple of weeks ago, one of my former girlfriends called Christine, inviting me to her birthday party. I had nothing else planned for the evening, and accepted the invitation. When I walked into the venue, an upstairs room at a local pub, Christine was leaning on the bar, ordering drinks. She was wearing a very short, mini skirt, her long shapely legs were parted, and her J. Lo like arse, was pushed back, Christine, was on the pull.

read more

Vic stood alone in the bedroom, staring at the reflection in the full-length mirror as though taking notes. Dark hair, cropped close. Dark eyes, both by nature and by the distant look of loss in them. Full Mediterranean lips in an olive face. Torso covered by a black t-shirt. The leather jacket that went with it was thrown over a chair. Hips and legs clad in tight faded jeans that covered the tops of lace-up boots.

read more

"So, you really want to know what's been happening since I got back in town? Well, it'll cost you a beer and I guarantee you'll need it!" I said it with a big smile on my face. Kim motioned to the bartender, "Ginger, two more Fosters, please." I'd been back in town for about three months and this was the first opportunity I'd had to get together with Kim.

read more