Your erotic stories

There's this guy I work with, Jason. We don't actually work together - I'm in accounting, he's in shipping - but we run into each other fairly often, and for a while now we've been having lunch together a few times a week. We're sort of an unlikely pair, really. Jason is 23, I'm pushing 50, he's straight and I'm gay, he's a big sports fan, and I couldn't care less. Although, I do try to keep up on his favorite teams, just to be able to have a decent conversation with him if the subject comes up.

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Monica Traveler was the chief bitch of her company and she never let anyone forget it. She got off on the fear she generated by walking into the central work area. When that wasn't enough, she would single out someone for personal humiliation and suffering. Monica wouldn't stop at words, no; often some sort of real physical torment was necessary for Monica to get on with her day. Sexual relationships did nothing for her because no man or woman would stay with her through the torments that got her off.

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Sadly, this is merely something that took place as a messenger conversation between a Nicole and I. I have changed the style into a more reader friendly story. * I sneak up behind Nicole, grabbing her sides, tickling her. She gives off a surprised squeal, and I tickle her more intensely, making her squeal even more, squirming around in my hands.

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At lunch yesterday, I went out with an older guy that has been coming on to me. He has told me he is not at all interested in fucking me(!), but has a 6 inch tongue and breathes through his ears (grin), and would love to give me an experience that I would always remember and want to repeat over and over.

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Eva's best friend Kendra was also one of her coworkers. Her supervisor, to be exact. And when her best friend/supervisor opened up about obsessing over a guy that was simply impossible to have, Eva felt it her duty to try and get Kendra laid. I'm Justin, Eva's boyfriend, and I told Eva I knew just the guy to get Kendra's mind off her obsession.

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As I closed my car door and stepped toward my house, a small voice cracked like leather on an old saddle called out, "Alan, you've got a package over here." "Thanks, Mrs. Taylor. I'll be over in just a minute." I carried my satchel into the house and picked up a envelop of photographs I'd just gotten developed the day before.

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My wife has instructed that I write about how I became her cuckolded husband. Janet and I met through her deceased husband Thomas who passed away six years ago from leukemia. Thomas was an architect and he and I met on a building project. I am a professional contractor. My first wife Jennifer and I had one child after marrying right out of college. Not long after our first child, she filed for divorce when she found evidence I had strayed outside of our marriage.

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Mack Thompson had just returned to his hotel room following an intense workout at the fitness center and swimming pool. He was in town for a conference and had arrived a day early. At 30 years old he was the picture of health and could have been the poster guy for a fitness club. Mack stood at 6'2" and weighed a chiseled 190 pounds. He had light brown hair that he always kept short and hazel eyes. He loved to play golf, ski and swim in addition to his routine gym workouts.

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Lois and Rick, the two college friends who lived together and threw the Halloween party I mentioned in my story, "Feeling Kind Of Lucky," had been girlfriend-boyfriend for years before I ever met them, and Lois was best friends with Heather, the younger sister of my roommate Gary, who was also featured in that same story. Here's another true college story, this one about Lois, Heather, and me.

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I had recently divorced and decided to find a new place to live. After checking out neighborhoods, I found one with nice older homes, town homes and fun and practical shops. After being there a couple of weeks I went to the local coffee shop to hang out on Saturday morning, as a break from working on the house. I've always been an early riser, so finding out that the shop was open at 6:00 am was great.

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