Your erotic stories

Those of you who know me from earlier stories know that about 4 years ago I got feed up with being prim and proper. On the internet I discovered porn and fell in love with my own sexuality. I quickly found that my "kink" was exhibitionism. I just love showing off. I even went so far as to throw away all my plain white cotton panties, which was about all I owned at the time.

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I am twenty-nine years old and have been married for eight years. After eight years of marriage, life has become incredibly stagnant. Wendy spends most of her time at her sister's house. She thinks if she is home while I am here I will spend all my time trying to fuck her, she's probably right. If she is not at her sister's house then she is working part time at the University helping foreign students with their visa applications and finding host families for foreign exchange students.

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I was immediately enthralled. Her big brown eyes, her warm smile on a beautiful dark face framed by neatly trimmed, streaked shoulder length hair captivated me. She entered gracefully with an air of confidence, dressed and groomed perfectly. My being a 55 year old, white male and she a mature, black woman did not lesson my delight at sighting a most beautiful woman.

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Megan spotted Julie from across the crowded gym. The beautiful brunette sat in a chair alone, her back to the wall, tears staining her face. Megan frowned and crossed the room to stand above her. "What's wrong?" she asked. Julie looked up at her, wiping tears from her eyes, and shook her head. Sobs shook my body as I watched the couple near one corner of the dance floor.

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We were separated in our relationship by a long distance but kept a hot romance going through our regular correspondence on the Internet. This not only made the time apart a little more bearable, but it certainly led to spicy meetings when we did have the chance to get together. Jane was a very loyal correspondent and hardly a day went by when she didn't write. Sometimes we would just write about work, our daily lives, kids, etc., but often times Jane would stimulate things by writing a hot steamy story about the two of us together.

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Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and she felt her breasts rising as her breathing grew short.

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About a month ago I had become frustrated by the lack of money for even the simplest promotions at the radio station I work for. At first I thought it was simply a matter of the station owner being a cheap bastard, but after a little digging around I learned otherwise. I discovered that the lack of money was real, not just an excuse from a penny-pinching owner. But when I learned the cause of our money problems I didn’t get angry, I got excited.

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I had resigned myself to another frustrating night alone without relief. It had been two weeks since I had last been allowed an orgasm, and the need was deep in my groin. This was not the first time that a significant period of time had passed without contact from my master, but this was the longest he had gone without coming to me, and he had been very specific that I could not masturbate and cum until he told me I could.

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She awoke, right hand between her legs, middle finger buried deep in her pussy. The wetness coupled with the sensitivity and a kind of empty feeling in her chest told her that she had orgasmed in her sleep again. A tear trickled down her cheek to join the wide stain that already lay on the bed sheets. Brenda divorced her philandering husband three years ago. She had married him in her early thirties, but after ten years, his constant string of affairs had become too much to bear.

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A shapely chestnut-haired girl frolicked through a meadow with careless ease, her long red hood trailing behind her as she carried a basket full of pastries on her way to her isolated grandmother's house. Unbeknownst to her, exploring the deepest, most wooded areas of the forest, there was also a young man. A young man who suddenly came upon a path, which he followed to the very same meadow filled with tiny purple flowers.

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