Your erotic stories

What a rotten day! What happened to 'the best years of your life'? I thought being eighteen was supposed to be everything a girl could ever want. Well my life sure proved that theory wrong. Dad had left Mom back in August for a bitch that was almost young enough to be my sister. And for the first couple of months he'd actually acted like he thought I could like that whore! And then they had moved. Somewhere out west, I think. We hadn't heard from him since. I guess he deposited the support directly into Mom's account until a few weeks ago when I turned eighteen. And then that stopped, too.

read more

"Well that fucking sucked," Zoey cried. Her visor went sailing across the room and bounced off the curtain. "Everybody has a bad day Zoey," I offered. "You're not out." "Whatever," she cried. Her shoes flew from her feet and bounced onto the floor. "You're in fifth place, that's far from out," I retorted. "It was a hard day and the wind didn't help." "Urrrrrr," she growled as she flopped down on the bed to sulk some more.

read more

Allen Clarke was a tall, handsome man of twenty-one. He was a very sexually adventurous person. From the age of sixteen he had done just about everything a guy could do to enjoy the erotic world of sex.

Threesomes, foursomes and even orgies had been done. There was even an evening with transsexual. Of course, it was a very beautiful and effeminate TS and he was the male in the act. In fact, the sex driven lad was up for anything that involved consenting adults.

read more

To say it started innocently would be a lie. My sister probably believes that's the way it began but truth be told I was really looking for a way to get in her pants. I was tired of her teasing and prancing around. Crystal has the kind of body that doesn't quit; from the age of 14 she turned grown men's heads and got catcalls whenever she was out in public. She loved to wear revealing clothes and dress like a total slut.

read more

It had been eighteen months since my sister Jess and I had got back together, after the death of our parents and here we were living and working together. Life had been a roller coaster this last year and a half for sure. From estranged siblings, to lovers, to co-workers. It was a heady existence and I never, ever took any of it for granted. I loved Jess with all my heart and she, bless her, felt the same about me.

read more

My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least and my father was making more money, quicker than what he did in our hometown, thanks to his new passion in the stock market. My mother who used to be a timid housewife at Gulburga soon started changing herself to the surroundings of Mumbai and within a couple of years after reaching Mumbai, my mother looked like a typical Mumbai modern lady with her short hair and excessive cosmetics.

read more

I grew up in a mid-size city, a middle class family and mostly sheltered from the big city life of Chicago just a few hours away. We didn't have rave parties and orgies, but we knew about them of course. I was the oldest by three years and always very protective of my baby sister. My family and I tried to keep the realities of inner city life away from her the best we could.

read more