Your erotic stories

The rhythm of your steps on the stairs announces your presence and I look up from chopping the peppers as you unlock the latch. Still dusted with flour from work at the bakery, you look just as juicy as that day last fall when I picked you up at the gym. You slip the bandanna off your head and shake free the mop of red-gold curls it contains. "I got the stuff you wanted from the market. Angelo is bringing it up." I raise an eyebrow, wondering what you are up to. That impish look is all over your face, and your cheeks are flushed. Girl, don't I know that look!

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"I'm not sure why I went through with it, Gyen. Five years later and she still hasn't grown up!" Dave complained to his closest colleague at the Advertising Agency. "Look at her, out cold on the couch again. She won't even admit that it happens every time she drinks, or even that she almost always gets drunk when she does drink!"

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Flurries flew through the air as Alice and Brian drove through the Michigan countryside. The young moon gave some light to the snow-covered landscape around them, but it was slowly sliding towards the horizon. Brian kept both hands on the wheel as Alice gently massaged his thigh with her left hand. "Are you nervous, honey?" Alice asked. "My stomach's doing back-flips," Brian replied. "I've never done anything like this in my life. I was a good Baptist growing up."

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11:45 pm, the Sheraton, Tacoma, Washington. Rosette Cole was descending in the elevator from her 26th floor hotel room, contemplating her next move. As something that always on her mind, she wanted sex in that place and knew that there would be no problem getting it. But she wasn't in the mood for the ordinary that night; she needed something different. It's not as though she really had ordinary sex at all though; traveling from city to city around the world on the Black Card daddy gave her having one night stands was never ordinary and no two stories alike.

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Sweat dripped off Matthew's forehead and stung his pale blue eyes. Not the Halloween weather Matthew remembered growing up with in Delaware. Even after four years he had difficulty adjusting to his new home in San Diego. Adults ferried their costumed children through the hot afternoon, trick or treating amidst shops that enticed with free treats for the little kids and costly treats for the bigger ones. Signs posted in bars announced Halloween parties with prizes for the best costume. Tattoo parlors advertised Halloween discounts.

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"Drink then?" Steve asked for the third time. "Mmmm," came the semi-conscious reply. He was bored, thirsty, and bored. He got off his sun lounger and wandered off to the bar at the other side of the pool, grabbing an eyeful of the blonde in the black bikini, as he walked past, from behind the cover of his shades. Unbeknown to him the blonde had watched his departure from behind her own shades. She had chosen a spot in the sun next to this nice British couple on purpose - they looked like fun.

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After a long drive through the desert from Fresno to Las Vegas, both you and I were nearly exhausted but excited. We had both put in a full week of work, and we needed some time away from the more mundane details of our jobs. We planned the trip to Vegas a few weeks prior in honor of our second year together, and we were both ready to usher in another year in style. Our friend Michelle, along with her new boyfriend, was supposed to help us kick off our next year together, but, after a falling out two days prior, they decided not to make the trip.

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An interesting thing happened to me on my way home a couple of weeks ago, but first, i have to give a little background. My dad played in a rock band when he was in High School and college, and decided to start up his own band. He grabbed a couple of his high school buddies and his brother and started their band. My dad plays bass, rhythm guitar and keyboards; my uncle Todd plays the same instruments as dad. His high school buddies are Howie on drums, Stevie on lead guitar and Stosh, who was kind of a jack of all trades, he could play almost any instrument, guitar, horns and keyboards. Everyone got a chance to do some lead vocals, but Stosh was going to be the main singer.

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I hadn't seen my sister Karen for about four years and was quite shocked to see how much she had changed; not only in her appearance but also in the way she talked and acted. Karen is three years younger than me that makes her 23 now, she stopped living with mom and dad about six years ago, dropped out of school and travelled around for a couple of years. When she returned home she got mixed up with some very unsavoury characters and eventually took off again with this guy, a real low life who was into everything...drugs, prostitution, you name it, he was into it.

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I suppose that I felt guilty about fucking LeAnne's sister that day when I was fixing the garage roof, but every time I started to get down about it I just thought back to the way that Carolyn had looked, bent over, her totally perfect ass high in the air and my rigid cock sliding in and out of her pussy and started to feel instantly better.

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