Your erotic stories

It was a very cold morning in winter. Alison yawned lazily as she rolled over on her bed to check the clock, which read 10:00 am. She'd gone to bed late last night after watching one of her favourite movies, The Exorcist, and stayed up very late in an attempt to avoid the inevitable sleep. Each time she watched this movie, she'd be so scared as to be completely unable to close her eyes in the dark.

read more

I couldn't decide whether it was love or lust at first sight. It couldn't have been love because we were in high school, so it had to be lust because it was lust central at Murrell Dobbins high school. I sat in the middle of Math class with a bricked up dick in my pants—and it was all her damn fault. Who was her, y'all would ask? She was Candace 'Big Booty' Jefferson. Candace was one of the baddest chicks in school and the captain of the cheerleading squad.

read more

Sitting in the airport is never much fun, regardless of the reason behind traveling. I'm a seasoned traveler though and even despite all of the new security measures and increasing delays, it seems that I'm at the airport more often now than not. In fact, with my relatively new job, I'm traveling more now than ever. But who's complaining, right? After all, it's putting food on the table. I've never been one to complain too much anyway.

read more

"Well, did you fuck her?" Glenda asked her husband as he slipped in the front door. Henry jerked and turned as his wife spoke and flipped on the lamp next to her chair. "Uh.... Well.... Uh...." He stammered and then grinned as he saw his wife was naked. "Yes. Yes, I did." Glenda whimpered softly and shifted in the chair.

read more

CHAPTER 1 Half an hour before dawn the unmelodic noise of raucous Kookaburras awoke Greta and she used a corner of a sheet to dab the light patches of perspiration between her breasts and under her chin before she dropped back to sleep in the cloying warmth of subtropical paradise. Paradise?

read more

It was a brisk Thursday in January and, despite the breezy cold, the sun was shining. The contrast of the glimmering, melting snow against the radiant sunshine was a paradox of reality that I seemed to grapple with in my own daily life. I paused getting ready and my mind began racing, torturing my ability to focus. I snapped out of my lingering gaze and finished buttoning my trench coat.

read more

I knew the moment Leah Finley and her daughter Samantha moved into the small house across the road from me that my life was going to take a very interesting turn. I'm Ken Yates, and I live in a semi-rural area outside a mid-sized Southern city in a small house located on three acres of land. It's not too far from where I work the second shift as a foreman at a nice-sized manufacturing plant, and that's part of the reason why I was living alone at the time.

read more

The lights low, his glistening contours barely visible in the mirror. I step closer. So does he. My eyes slowly adjust to the near dark, and I see me, staring back. Blue green eyes drinking me in, a closed circuit of self lust. I step closer. Six feet of rock climber, six feet of swimmer, six feet of dirty hot mind wrapped in a perfect body. I tilt my head. A shaft of light slashes across a sculpted cheekbone.

read more

Hi, this is just a one-shot. I hope it's an entertaining scene/scenario, although it's probably totally unrealistic. But that's the beauty of fantasy... enjoy, and please rate and review, I love all the feedback I get, good or bad!

read more

Leaning against the doorway, I watch you; standing by a bed bereft of all but the sheets, bending over to retrieve a tossed and forgotten pillow from the floor. The sun revealing the parting of the curtains, your petite figure clad only in my shirt which is twice your size. Legs long and lean, I smile remembering their feel against my lips and hands. Watching you now, I bask in your sensuality, your taste still fresh upon my lips and chin.

read more