Your erotic stories

I'm with a wonderful man, a man who encourages me to explore my sexuality and be proud of my body and my naughty, naughty imagination. I thought I was uninhibited before I met him, but he keeps pushing me to new levels of exhibitionism and experimentation, and I love him for it.

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Steamy bath water robbed their bodies of all urgencies. Paz Duarte nestled against Ian Abercrombie. He formed a bulky cushion between her and the tub. His lap the plinth which erased their height disparity. When she didn't slump Paz could turn and level her hazel eyes with his.

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This crazy, wonderful thing happened to me last summer. It happened when I went camping with a friend, just before school started. I thought I'd write about it. I hope you enjoy it...Kala * It was late summer when I was invited to go camping with my friend Debra and her parents. Debra and I attend the same high school and we shared a couple of classes together last year.

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She stood in the kitchen, looking at the aftermath of the "cookout". Most of the mess was disposable and she disposed of it. But all that cut-up fruit needed to be put away, so she resigned herself to the task and started placing it back in containers to be put in the refrigerator. She had spent a couple of hours cutting up peaches, bananas, grapes, plums, and strawberries, so her guests could have daiquiris or sangria, or whatever they wanted to make the party more festive.

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All characters are over the age of 18. Chapter 1 "Sarah-Jane, could you come to the board and solve the equation please? Remember to show your work." Mrs. Stannis, the math teacher at Holy Trinity School for Girls, asked in her quiet voice. The students had talked at length that Mrs.

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I'm not much into the bar scene, especially in Vegas-- too many phonies. Besides, in a bar you can end up spending a lot of money on booze, and not even get any sex. Usually I prefer to go someplace where I know I'm going to get some. But for some reason I decided to go to the local leather bar-- more wannabes than real outlaws-- for their Sunday afternoon beer blast. Hey, five bucks-- it's a cheap drunk.

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I want to tell you my story about something wonderful that once happened to me before I came to live in this place; call it what it is, an old folks home. I will do my best to stay on course but if I skip around some just be patient with me. After the phone call I had to sit down. My legs trembled. I felt perspiration on my upper lip. My armpits became wet and I felt a drop slip down my side. Oh my, I thought, Kenneth, after all these years that I should react as I did. I felt myself flush as memories returned.

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Life has been good. We have raised our three children, all now gone. Each graduated from college, each with a start on their career jobs. I had helped each get a start on a home of their own, either a single family home or townhome to fit their tastes. That left me and the wife alone most of the time. Married 31-years, we are still happy. Older, our bodies showed it.

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The rain was pouring down as Jeff's car pulled up by my building. The water pounded against the roof of the car and slithered down the windows like liquid snakes. People were hurrying past on the street, huddled under umbrellas. I pulled out my keys from my pocket and grabbed my bag which had been resting on the seat next to me. Matt, sitting on the passenger seat, turned around to look at me.

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I'd gotten in from the airport around 4pm and been greeted by an empty house—the message on the machine said my roommate wouldn't be home until the following afternoon. I had just enough time to shower, shave, and throw on some clothes before I hear the knock on the door. As I get to the bottom of the steps, I can smell her perfume. I can always tell when it's her on the other side of the door. For a moment I realize I've forgotten what she looks like, it's been a few months, but the smell is familiar enough.

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