Your erotic stories

INTRODUCTION

My name is Brian and at 27 years of age I consider myself to be bi-sexual. I love the ladies but I am not ready to make a long term commitment to one woman. I like to play the field and I love the art of seduction. Usually I am successful finding women to bed and I have found many a woman with the same objective when I am out clubbing. There are times however that I am not in the mood for the chase and I will seek out other methods of sex. 

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Dan, Gina and Tori were good friends with many things in common. They were all 20, they all lived in the same apartment complex, they were all in college at a school on the east coast, and all three had significant others who went to school on the west coast. They met each other at the neighborhood pool, and after they discovered their common long distance relationship predicament, they formed a sort of lonely hearts club.

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Time-keeping has never been my strong point. There again, I would never have described it as one of my principal weaknesses before, either. And let's face it, there's a pretty long list of candidates in the 'weaknesses' category -- so what happened last Friday afternoon was a shock in more ways than one. Okay, so I wasn't exactly 'keeping myself to myself' or 'busy minding my own business', but nor was I doing anything flamboyant or acting the show-off.

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Annabella was just arriving back to school after her winter break. She'd been home visiting family in Arizona. She loved her family, and it had been nice seeing everyone together. Moving away for college had been a very difficult transition for her. Bella, as her friends called her, was a good girl -- honest, caring and considerate. Now that she was on her own, she found it unnerving taking control of her own life.

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My first truly erotic encounter set a high standard for all that followed. I was eighteen years old, fresh-faced and pretty, if a little naive. I was ready to experience new things and break out of high school awkwardness. This was partly the reason why I quickly made my peace with having to share a bedroom with a stranger assigned by the college.

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Though he was twenty six years old Charlie still lived with his divorced mother; in her basement in fact, because he couldn't afford a place of his own. Charlie wanted to move out and get an apartment or perhaps rent a townhouse, but with his meager salary his prospects were not good.

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I'm still working on the behemoth stories. Here's something I poked at in the meantime, and I spit this one out pretty quick, too. Hope there aren't too many errors. For those that like their fiction hard, this probably isn't your sauce. No worries, I have that coming. I do appreciate the comments and criticisms. It's helping, I hope.

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I cracked my eyes and was rewarded with a faceful of harsh morning light streaming through my girlfriend's window. It must have been about 8, 8:30. Way too early to be conscious on a Sunday morning, particularly given the way we had tied one on the night before. I looked over at Erin. She was laying on her side, facing away from me, still sleeping.

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"What's this?!" Harlan said to himself. "Lorraine's the last person I expected to run into tonight. She's married! At least, she was the last time we talked. And, who's that cute, little redhead sitting next to her?" Harlan had never cruised the city's cougar dens to pick up women. Life was complicated enough with his job and the girls he was already dating.

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"Am I glad to be leaving the office, I have been here for twelve hours!" As I exited the building, the security officer Scott locked up behind me. Thinking about the hour drive home, I remembered the toy in my purse. Scott was just walking back to his desk as I knocked on the door. He walked back over, unlocked the door and smiled. "Forget something?"

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