Your erotic stories

I've always had a desire to try anal sex. I don't know what's caused this, but ever since I first saw it in a porno when I was a teen I knew I wanted to do it at least once. It's always seemed like a very intimate thing. It takes a lot of faith from a woman to allow a man to do something like that since it's so easy for him to hurt her. And he needs respect and honor that. This is not something where you just flip her over and ram it home. It has to be worked up to and taken slowly. For me, it is the ultimate in trust.

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Lying here beside you I watch the moon play across your face as you sleep. Would that make you cringe self-consciously? I know it would. Perhaps I will tell you in the morning. I do love to make you squirm.

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Rounding a bend in the unsealed narrow country road, I was disappointed to see that the last few hundred meters were uphill. Weary from our third consecutive day hiking on the southern Turkish coast, I grabbed Jack's hand, trying to get his help pulling me forward. I felt him wrapping his fingers around mine, and upping the pace a little which was assisting me to move.

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I walked over to where she was standing, and she turned to me and took my hands in hers. She looked into my eyes and softly said, "I would like very much to kiss you, Dear. Would Diane like Georgia to kiss her?" Although it wasn't entirely unexpected, I wasn't really prepared for it. I was surprised when, without hesitation, I took a step forward so we were almost nose to nose with our mouths about two inches apart. We each leaned forward slightly, and our lips met very gently.

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I hate labels. I don't consider myself gay. Hell, I don't even think of myself as bi, either. Slightly bent? Straight with a slight curve? Fuck if I know because I love sex with women. Really, I do, except I've had a dick or two inside my mouth, too. So, what does that make me? Before Todd, I never thought much about it. Best to think of myself as a horny bastard and leave it at that.

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... You're kidding me. ... Nope, dead serious. ... So . . . I've been flirting with a girl for . . . like . . . 45 minutes and she could drive here in under an hour. ... Yup. How about that? ... Gee. What are the odds. I mean, the World Wide Web implies . . . wide . . . world.

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The most wonderful thing a lover has ever done for me was to give me my life. I didn't understand it at the time, but if he had loved me as I wanted him to—as I begged him to—I would be long dead today. The days of my sexual coming of age in Bangkok, Thailand, during the mid seventies through the mid eighties were paradise followed by a rude awakening, a realization of how life can come back at you hard that I didn't fully realize until I had left the City of the Angels the first time I lived there.

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It is a very hot summer day – over 90 degrees. The air is very thick and humid. The only relief to be found is near a water source. I happen to know of a semi-private swimming hole at a river near a waterfall. I'm Nicki, by the way. I dress in my favorite Bright orange string bikini top and matching thong (It shows off my tan). My long brown locks are pulled up in a high ponytail on top of my head. I grab my beach bag and head out to the river.

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I still don't know exactly how I got myself into that situation. It may have been a bet, It may have been a dare, or it might be that I was tricked. The upshot of the entire affair is that I found myself with my neighbor's 18 year old son manhandling me and eventually fucking me senseless. Perhaps I need to start at the beginning with a description of myself and my marriage to Jim. We had been College sweethearts who married and have been together for 10 years this November.

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The beach was clean that morning, as it was every morning. Throughout the night, the caress of the surf had swept away all the sandcastles and pock marks left by the sunbathers and scampering children of yesterday. The broad expanse of sand was as smooth as a woman's inner thigh. At the edge of the wave's reach, a dark line of detritus had been deposited by those same waves.

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