Your erotic stories

Like a swirl of murky water shifting and clearing, Amber slowly drifted out of slumber and opened her eyes to narrow slits, getting used to the morning light as she lay, waking, in bed. Yet something was wrong. First of all, her bed had never felt this hard, and there were no blankets or bed sheets either. As her still muddled mind slowly drifted out of sleep, struggling to understand what was happening, a chill like a tiny spark of electricity shot up her spine and blossomed into warm pleasure as it reached her head.

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Part 1: The Wedding Night and Honeymoon I looked at my bride Kendra at the wedding reception. She looked so good in her wedding dress. Her shy smile could capture the heart of any guy. She had not had intercourse before. Technically, she wasn't a virgin, since she had let a guy finger her pussy once and it was painful for her.

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It had been a couple of weeks since the events in the club with Mom and Anna, and I had thought about it every night for the first week, shooting my load into socks, towels, and other places. That's right, I masturbate. I mean, I could just walk down the hall to Anna's room and get a nice long blowjob, I'm sure, but with Macy in the room next door and Ted across the hall with Mom, I didn't dare try. Instead, I'd just ease my tension with a little one on one.

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Rita is a high powered executive with a large company. Through her work she has great responsibility. Recently she realised how stimulating and relaxing it could be if she was controlled. If she was made to do things, she no longer had the burden of responsibility. However giving up control could make her vulnerable. She may have to do things she didn't want to. That, though, was strangely exciting. The first experience for this 45 year old woman, of the thrilling excitement of handing over control had been at a family dinner party.

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I was cursed. Not by the evil witch of the mountains or some wizard living in a cave somewhere. I was cursed by my own parents. I am their first child. They named me after my mother's favorite cousin. What they either didn't know or didn't care about was that he hated his name.

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They had agreed to one simple rule: no pain. Other than that, nothing was off-limits. Andrea and Billy had become friends at work. Over the last couple of months they realized that they had been secretly watching each other, admiring each other's bodies as much as they admired each other's character. They began to separately lust for each other. Eventually, they began to flirt, innocently enough at first, and then progressively less innocent.

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When I was in my early twenties and living in my own place my younger brother took it into his head to move in with me for a while. This had its pluses and its minuses. On the plus side he was good company and could help pay the rent and utilities. On the minus side he was a bit of a slob who took up my space. I liked being on my own.

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We hoped it was true. We desperately wanted it to be true. Everyone said that Sarah became unbelievably suggestible and willing to do anything when she'd being smoking pot. This was a party in Alaska. There was a lot of pot going around, we'd seen Sarah take more than one hit. So hoped what they said was true.

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Virginia was the boss's wife, and an outstanding lady in two ways. Her bosom and her bottom. Both were great assets. Although far from fat, she was inclined to plumpness, being a cheerful, energetic woman, full of life and fun. At least, that is, when she and her husband were with friends and colleagues, which was almost every evening since they did a great deal of entertaining.

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(This story is a joint effort. Kat and Liz are real and do live in a place where they do not feel free to openly display their love. The initial bathtub scene is all their doing and the rest of this tale is the product of our three imaginations. I hope they allow me to write about their honeymoon. Stay posted for more.)

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