Your erotic stories

It was so strangely sexy, this new toy David had brought home. I'd secretly always wanted one, but never knew how to ask him for it. It's as if he knew that deep down inside, I did. Now, it was real; a real life-like strap on penis. It gave me the shivers the first time I put it on and I didn't get it fastened very well. I almost shook with nervousness. But that melted away as David sat on the bed and helped tighten it.

read more

NOW, You're Bi! (My First Lesbian Experience) * Whenever I want to be turned on, my thoughts wander back to one particular incident. It was a few years ago now, that I had my first real sexual experience with another woman...

read more

Valentine's Day was approaching and my husband didn't know what to get me. I had gone through a weight loss and was feeling confident enough to start showing off my body a bit more. His gift to me was handing me the credit card and telling me to go pick out some new lingerie. I could get whatever made me feel sexy. He gave me the name of a small boutique that he had been to and had several things he would like to see me in, but he wouldn't tell me what they were.

read more

It was turning out to be one of those parties. Sex was in the air, which was fine--the bedrooms upstairs, she had been informed by a giggling friend, were all ready to go; the master bedroom, down here, was open for anyone who wanted to enjoy the heaps of people already there, enjoying each other. The house was packed, an enormous house, too, with probably six bedrooms, a pool out back, and enough bathrooms to make the mind stagger.

read more

Marisol listened to the soft rustle of the palm leaves in the morning breeze. She rolled over, turning her face from the wall to the window. The soft morning light and the slight breeze made the open window look like a post card to paradise. She loved coming here, to Costa Rica. Her husband Paul scored them a last minute trip just around Valentine's Day.

read more

Ch. 01: Watching in the Night "Come on in," Bridget opened the door. She stepped back letting Tami and Shelly carry their bags into the entry. Tami propped open the screen door, Shelly went in first, Tami followed, letting screen door swinging shut behind her. Tami and Shelly set their bags off to the side of the entry. Bridget closed and locked the main door. "It's still pretty hot out there, huh?"

read more

Jefferson Sloan sat in his rocker and watched the girls walk down the street. School had just let out and they would be walking by for a while. The powerful telescopic lens brought them up close. They were as cute as they could be. They could not see him nor could anyone else. He loved to watch the little teens walk by. "Where were all the beautiful girls when I grew up." he wondered.

read more

Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first part of my story, I'd suggest that you do so... The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. By the way, in case any of you are wondering after the end of this story, the answer is: "Yes, Cheryl is still a part of my life – even if we aren't roommates anymore."

read more

This lesbian matchmaking service that Lynne had gotten me involved in was paying off big time, not only in dollars for me and her but also in sexual partners for me. The latter is much more important than the former because I really do not need the money. Until last night, I only had one "match" who was April.

read more

I couldn't complain about the view, that was for sure. Maggie and I sat hip-to-hip on a fleece jacket we'd spread on the ground to protect us from the tickly grass. It was June, and the groundskeepers apparently hadn't concerned themselves with mowing the grass around the field lately. I was in shorts and she was in a skirt, and we'd been going batty with the itching of the grass until Maggie had dug the fleece out of Max's gym bag.

read more