Your erotic stories

Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were both in our twenties, and things were good.

read more

I woke up Sunday morning with an erection. What else is new, right? I ran my hand down across my chest and belly, over my hard cock and balls, and got the same little thrill I got the first time I touched myself in a sexual way, when I was about 10 years old. Life is good! Forty-two years old and I can still get turned on just by touching myself. I looked over at Cindy to see if she was awake yet.

read more

I love date night. Not only does it mean I get to spend quality time with my girl, but I am also pretty much guaranteed to get laid at the end of the night. Tonight was Saturday night and I was getting ready for our night out. Khaki pants, a light blue collared shirt, and a blazer completed my outfit. Right as I was getting ready to tie my shoes I heard my girlfriend yelling at me from our bedroom, "Hey honey, can you come here for a minute?"

read more

Sharon and I have been married close to seven years now, and for the most part it's been great. The sex isn't as plentiful or varied as it was at first, but I gather that's par for the course. I've never felt the need to have sex with anyone else, unless you count Bruno. I consider myself completely straight, but a while back I bought a dildo (that's Bruno) and I like to use it on myself whenever I get a chance. Even that had purely heterosexual origins.

read more

"Small Town" "So..." Betty asked brightly, "what do you think of our little town?" Willow smiled a forced smile, twirled a lock of bright purple hair through her fingers, and said to her sister-in-law in a cheerful tone, "It sure is...um...little, that's for sure." It sounded painfully fake, even to her, and she mentally cringed at the multiple 'sures'.

read more

When our new next door neighbors said their nephew was going to stay with them this summer, I didn't realize it was May and that he was in graduate school. I also didn't realize they were going to be out of town most of the summer and that Drew was such a stallion stud. I saw him the day he moved in. He had a great, tight toned body, long dark hair and a gorgeous smile.

read more

I had been waiting at the airport for hours when I finally heard the announcement that my flight had been cancelled and there wouldn't be another one until the next day. I was going to visit my sister in California but now my departure would have to wait until tomorrow. So I headed to the parking garage for my car and headed home.

read more

This is a follow-up story to my weekend in Chicago with my husband Steve. He is now my little panty boy and I love the fact that I now have a way to control his sexual arousal. The first week that we returned home from his meeting I had Steve wear new his panties to work under his business suits and because of our shopping trip, he had enough girly panties to get him through the week without having to do laundry.

read more

A single sunbeam slipped between the curtains and illuminated the crumpled sheets on the bed. The fabric shifted slightly as one of the occupants moved. "Happy Birthday," Fiona cooed as she lay on her side, looking at Frank. "Thank you," Frank replied. Fiona slipped out of bed. Frank could see the silhouette of her body as she stepped into the sunbeam and it passed through her translucent sleepwear. He watched her walk to the closet and retrieved a neatly wrapped box with a red bow on top of it. She brought it back to the bed and offered it to him.

read more

"I'm not sucking your dick!" the hot redhead wearing the warbonnet screamed at the president of I Felta Thi. "Well, I'm not giving you a ride home then, you snotty cock-teasing bitch," he snapped. "There are plenty of other chicks here who will blow me and say, 'Thank you, sir, for giving me the opportunity.' You can walk home for all I care."

read more