Your erotic stories

CHAPTER 1 Caleb Hunter had this recurring thing in his head about returning to the room and the woman sprawled on the bed, covered in sweat after having had sex with him, the moonlight coming in through the window and highlighting her, breeze fluttering the curtains. She'd opened her glistening eyes and coo, "Are you ready to fuck me again darling?"

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The dictionary defines Valentine- a sweetheart chosen or complimented on Valentine's Day. I'm not sentimental or for that matter sensitive. At least, that is what I've often been told. You are so closed off! Unreachable! I disagree. I happen to have had a perfectly good reason for keeping my heart locked up. The problem, in my opinion, was with the people who never tried to slip by the barriers.

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"You okay?" I wiped a tear that was streaming down my face before turning toward the voice behind me. It was Jennifer who sat in the desk next to me at work. "I'm fine." I said. "You don't look fine." "It's my boyfriend. I found out he was seeing someone else and I just called him to tell him it's over. That's all."

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I fastened my seat belt and started the car, sighing with relief to be leaving work early for once. As I drove to the first stop light my car started sputtering. It was then that I noticed the fuel gauge was on empty. I had forgotten to fill the gas tank. Luckily, I spotted a gas station right across the street and began to pray that I would make it there.

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I settled into the airplane seat next to my friend Suzie and buckled up. It was a relief to be sitting still. The last twenty four hours had been hectic with preparation. Now we could relax for at least the length of the trip to the Caribbean.

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My boyfriend broke up with me several months ago. At first, I was heartbroken because I thought he was the one I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life. As time went on, I realized that I was better without him. He only called me when he needed something; he rarely checked on me when I was sick. And the worst part was that he was abysmal at sex. He fucked me like a jackhammer, which never brought me to orgasm. He never went down on me.

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Art had completed his training as a masseuse and he was now working part time at a salon near the college. He was in his junior year at the university and he was doing very well in school with a cumulative 3.6 GPA. Art would graduate in a year with a degree in business and he hoped to be accepted to graduate school. Art was an impressive young man of 21 years and he had dated many girls in college.

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My mind is reeling as I drive to this appointment. I am a middle-aged man and successful in all the ways of life which I value. I have been married to the same woman for twenty years and my wife is my best friend. I adore her and while it would be unfair to say that temptation has not raised it's ugly head, I can say I have not had an affair since I said "I do". Together we have raised our children as the centers of our lives, providing them with whatever we could to make their lives fuller.

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I was pissed off. More pissed off than I could ever remember being. I wanted to kill him, put his neck between my fingers and squeeze until I felt better. I wanted to curl up with Ben, Jerry, and Cherry Garcia until it didn't hurt anymore. I couldn't believe it, how could he? What was wrong with me? I put the jeep into park inches from the garage door, put my forehead on the steering wheel, and tried not to bawl right there in front of everybody.

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Dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, I headed towards Tbonz. I got a few looks from some guys, but I blew past them, a woman on a mission. I was so glad my shift was over that I didn't care who was checking me out. I've been working the last couple weeks, ever since the semester ended, trying to scrape together money for Christmas presents.

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