Your erotic stories

We are in the hot tub watching a movie. You are in between the two of us. We are close on either side. I reach out my hand under the warm water gently pulling your leg against mine. Jack pulls your right leg toward himself. This opens up your legs a bit. I slowly reach up your inner thigh a bit higher. You pretend not to notice what is going on, but your breathing quickens as you try to seem indifferent to what is being done to you.

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It was hot. Really hot. Hot and humid. The kind of hot where it wasn't worth taking a shower because you'd start sweating the moment you turned the water off. It was the kind of hot where you'd break into a sweat putting on your socks. Forget about trying to sleep if you didn't have air conditioning. Tricia and Doug's cabin didn't have air conditioning. None of the other cabins at the tiny resort had air conditioning either, they checked.

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I've always been a kid at heart. Even today at the age of 24, I still occasionally wear my hair in pigtails, I still suck my thumb when I sleep, and I love to wear short schoolgirl skirts with white cotton panties. I never really got the hang of high heels; I mainly wear white tennis shoes. Instead of a purse, I carry a backpack shaped like some fuzzy animal.

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Jamie is a classic red haired beauty. Her long curly hair falls to the middle of her back, with sweet legs that seem to go on forever. Her pale green eyes flash with the mischief only a highly intelligent woman can bring to spice up a relationship. Her pendulous breasts and firm rear can't be hidden below her tweeds and sweaters. I'd been trying to figure out how to celebrate her graduation from college for weeks.

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This trip was to be our honeymoon since we were still in school when we were married two years ago. Probably the getting away for just a week was a honeymoon enough. When people asks us about our honey room we smile and say, we had it two years before we were married living together.

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Well she’d done it. Kristen had just walked into her first bar. She felt more like an adult then she ever had. It was about time. “She thought.” After all it was her nineteenth birthday. The guy checking I.D.’s could not believe her age, but after admitting that her drivers license was no fake let her in. Kristen was disappointed but not surprised. She was disappointed because she’d tried so hard to look older.

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This story occurred chronologically before my story "Not Lesbians," which also features Marilyn. While they are separate stories, I recommend reading this one first, as Mare has made further sexual progress by the time of the other story. I met this good-looking girl Marilyn in a Psychology class soon after I transferred to a different college my sophomore year.

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It was Thursday night and Michele was in one of those moods. She wanted, no she needed some erotic sexual activity. She didn’t really care what kind as long as it was with someone exciting and warm blooded. Not that she wasn’t choosy, she definitely was choosy. She was just use to getting what she wanted and when she wanted it and she wanted some tonight.

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I have to admit that when I looked round the congregation at the Memorial Service I had to wonder. How many were there simply to pay tribute to a remarkable woman they had admired? How many were there with more intimate memories? The eulogy sketched in the public details of what had been a very public life.

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"Good morning. Please sit down." He spoke softly. She looked him over and realized she hadn't really known what to expect, physically. The man standing in front of her, holding the door open for her was just who she expected him to be, without ever seeing him before. Their relationship had gone from code names and distance to an experimental next step.

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