Your erotic stories

I was in Los Angeles on business and one day I was in Century City for a business conference and when we broke for lunch I headed for a restaurant I'd heard about. I was walking down the street when something slammed into my shoulder and I heard a voice say: "Watch where you're going asshole." I turned and saw a guy standing there looking at me and smiling. It took me about half a second to recognize Bill Gibson and I stepped to him and took him in a big bear hug.

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As I sat across from her on dreary wet evening, I wondered what it would be like to take her home for the night. She was a magnificent sight, with the perfect shade of red hair and greenish/blue eyes to match, softly tanned white skin, with a set of full lips. But that was only from what I could see from where I was sitting.

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As I laid there on the top of the mahogany desk, I reflected on all the steps that had brought me to this point. I'd been invited to a small party by a client, Neil. He'd asked so casually, I didn't hesitate. It was just him, his business partner and a couple of other people getting together to unwind. No big deal.

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My beloved Mistress R sat naked on the end of the bed, still slightly wet from her shower. Her legs were pressed together, hiding her delicious pussy from view. I was trembling slightly as I looked at her gorgeous, glistening naked breasts which were right in my line of sight as I knelt on the floor, naked except for the cock ring that was making me agonisingly hard. She placed a finger on my chin and lifted my head to look into her eyes. Her voice was calm, but authoritative.

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Jerome stood just inside the doorway at the shadowed end of the room. He should have just turned and gone down the stairs and out to the carriage to tell Thomas that Master John wasn't ready to go yet. That's all Thomas, Master John's carriage driver, had told him to do. But the shock of what he'd found when he'd entered the house on Decatur Street and been waved to the second door down the hall on the second floor held him plastered to his shadowy vigil spot long enough to engage his curiosity.

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"What are you looking for?" "Mermaids," the young woman replied without hesitation, without even lowering her binoculars. Her Irish accent matched the fiery mane of curly red hair that had first caught my eye. She was currently leaning against the railing at the bow of the ferry, scanning the horizon, her plump bottom pushed out behind her, an attractive target for the flat of my hand, but I resisted the temptation.

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Kathy Smith's mind was a million miles away as she rode the elevator to the level where she'd parked her brand-new silver Lexus. She was going over in her mind the final details of the Solange deal, which was almost in the bag. If she nailed it down, and she was certain she would, it would mean a fat commission, plus another feather in her cap. All that was left was to meet the Solange Corporation's CEO later that evening for dinner, drinks and who knows what else, and the deal would be signed, sealed and delivered to her boss's desk bright and early the next morning.

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About 3 months after Jeri, I met Janine. Now Janine was a little submissive too. Years earlier when we were teenagers, I'd actually went home with her. She was on that time of the month but had given me a blowjob before we went to sleep and from memory it wasn't that great, mainly because she probably hadn't given one before. Anyway, I was still 26 and she was a couple of years my junior. She had apparently liked me for ages;

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We've finally gotten a chance to spend some time together, after your schedule and mine conflicted for so long. It was worth the wait. Although I am dressed casually, I was very careful in choosing my attire for the day, and wore my "Ass Pants," a pair of jeans that really makes my butt look outstanding – perky and round.

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I remember my first time with a woman. I don't know how many of you do but it's crystal clear in my mind. I was a late bloomer to say the least. Well at least when it came to being a lesbian and coming to terms with my sexuality. I didn't realize what I'd been feeling towards women was attraction until I was nearly twenty-two years old. After I came to the understanding, it took me another two years to accept it.

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