Your erotic stories

Tough to know where to start this story - in media res, as it were, I suppose; the dramatis personae: me, my girlfriend Selene, and a girl named Pam, a friend of mine first and ours later. Selene was a small and buxom redhead, with a peaches and cream complexion and a body the old masters would have brawled to get to - five feet two, long red curls, Irish eyes with a tiny determined chin that quivered when she was sad and jutted when she was angry;

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As he departed his office, Brian Miller noticed that the wind was blowing harder than he thought. He should have left sooner, but wanted to make certain the Ford Enterprises Gulf Coast office was secure. An inconsiderate Category 2 hurricane was approaching and had chosen late evening to arrive. The building had survived previous storms and would, no doubt, make it through this one. But still, the hatches had to be battened down.

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I sat at the casino bar all morning and into the afternoon. Even though I looked old enough to drink, I was sure the only reason I wasn't asked to leave was because I ordered only soda, and I probably looked like I'd been through enough grief. I didn't talk to anyone, and they quickly understood it did no good to try. My eyes were fixed on the floor behind the bar, but I saw nothing. I didn't even notice the bartender shift changes until I snapped out of it around 4pm. I had been sitting in the same spot all day.

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She didn't need to see him. She didn't want to. She trusted her partner after all as he knew her as intimately as anyone had ever known her. Instead she could sense him, sense him enter the bedroom behind her as she knelt on the bed and ran her hands over Dave, her partner. She liked him to be still whilst she massaged him, to 'give' to him, to feel his reactions and hear his involuntary murmurs as her hands explored his every contour.

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Mel was thumbing idly through the channels in search of something worth watching when his wife April turned her Kindle over and switched it off. "Honey," she began, "I've been thinking." Melvin smiled benignly and hit the power button 'off'. "Now April," he drawled, "you know how dangerous that can be. Be careful, hon." April stuck out her tongue naughtily. "Ha, ha, funny man. But really I have been. I've been thinking we need a girlfriend."

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The cool blue shaft of moonlight wandered across my pillow. That, along with the crash of the long waves peeling the beach, was enough to make me come to from my slumber. I hadn ‘t been sleeping deeply lately. My mind, once wakened, immediately focused on the email. I got up from the bed threw on a pair of shorts and headed for my office. . It was 3am and as I fired up my laptop, I couldn’t believe that one email message could so easily rivet my attention.

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"Steve." Sindy whispered as they lay in bed. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and he could see the clear blue sky through the window. What did she want now. All he wanted to do was enjoy the morning. "Steve" she said slightly louder this time. "What" he muttered back to his girlfriend. "I was wondering if you could do something special for me tonight." she asked. What was it now? He thought. Sindy was what you might call....adventurous when it came to sex. Whenever she asked for something special he usually wasn't into it, but she had done things that he wanted to do, so it was his turn to do something for her.

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Stephanie sat alone in her home enjoying a relaxing day of nothingness. She had done her housework for the day and had nothing to do over the weekend. Plans could be easily made, but could they compare a lazy day of sitting around her cozy apartment sans clothes? The ability to lounge around in the nude had to be high up on the list of reasons to live alone.

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Stella Johnson was going on vacation! For the first time since her marriage had broken up two years ago Stella and her 18-year-old daughter Susie were going to have a real vacation. At 38 Stella was still a fine looking woman. As she stood admiring her nude reflection in the full-length mirror of her bedroom, she saw a tall blonde with blue eyes looking back at her. She looked at her full breasts, still with no hint of sag that stood up proudly on her chest.

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The hours were dragging on. My hectic schedule at my university had strained my pocketbook, my qouta of sleep, and almost all of my personal relations. When I had graduated high school, I thought earning an english lit degree would be simple enough - a class there a seminar here. How far from the truth that turned out to be. I was pushing a heavy load of seventeen units that spring semester, and the stress was building.

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