Your erotic stories

The sex between Devin and me, which began on our third date (a month ago now), has been world-incinerating in its hotness. In addition, call it the effect of the honeymoon phase if you want, but I love the guy with every shred of my soul-his gentle gray eyes, his teeth slightly crooked on the upper right, his large but graceful hands, his messy dark hair, his subtle sense of humor, his passion for the same art and music I like, his trace of an Irish accent. (He and his parents moved to the U.S. nine years ago, when he was twelve.)

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I sat down and cooed to her, soothing, calming. Trying to get her to stop. I was really getting worried. What would happen tomorrow? This could be an incredible disaster! Finally, slowly, she calmed and then relaxed and slowly got to her feet, this gorgeous sexy woman, my own nude mother, came as sat again in her chair.

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I was just checking my calendar for counseling sessions for the day when my neighbor George poked his head in the door of my office. True to his monthly habit, he winced and asked "you got time for some quick advice?" He always said this as he was walking in to sit down and start what would always be a free session. About once a month George would come in to unload all of his latest concerns over his 20 year old daughter Hanna.

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I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner of a weekly newspaper in Waverly, Kansas. It was a town of about 1000 souls, settled after the Civil War by a group of pioneers from Ohio. In fact the main event of the year was a large gathering in a clearing on the edge of town and it was called Old Ohio Days. I had a good house, a modest three bedroom bungalow within walking distance of my job. I had two good children who had long-since grown up and moved away.

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I have had a fetish for panties ever since I was about 18. I would sneak into my mother's panty draw whenever I got a chance. She had many pairs of all different colours and materials but my favourite were her silky panties. Thongs didn't really do it for me as there isn't enough material to rub over my cock.

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I remember the first night my roommate, Emily, went sleepwalking. I was having trouble falling asleep due to mid-term exams, stressing about my grades, and horny as hell because I hadn't had a date in f-ing forever since I wanted to focus on my studies. Emily was having troubles, too, but not with her schoolwork.

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My name is Robin, I am half-Euro, half-Asian woman, rather short and closer to plump than to twiggy. I am now 37 years old, happily married to a very sexy and caring man with two very young children. I really enjoyed reading some of the mutual masturbation experiences on your web site. I wanted to share what I think was the most erotic masturbation experience that happened to me during my college days.

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I hung up the phone and waited to be buzzed in, maneuvering the box in my left arm so I could see my watch. Shit. Five after eight. Almost on time. Well, if I was going to be late, this was the night to do it. The normally frigid March weather was glorious. Most of the snow had melted and I'd opted for sandals instead of my usual choice of sneakers. How'd I gotten stuck babysitting on a Saturday night like this again?

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The "cleanest" sexual relationship I've had was also, in the end, the kinkiest. I lived in a cabin up in Vermont for a short time several years ago. I'd just moved east from California, had a couple bucks in the bank, and was woodshedding some songs for a new album. First night there I'd pulled all the curtains off the windows and stuck the clock radio in the closet, so every morning I woke up to the impossible shimmer of sunlight off the lake and got right to work.

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Holly first became aware of the sensation of warmth of the new day, then the light of the advancing sun. She remained motionless for a few minutes, letting the sense impressions gradually stir her sleepy mind, and then she stretched her body under the single sheet that covered it. The cotton fabric grazed her nipples, awakening another sort of sensation, and her fingers traveled up to enhance it. Then she stopped herself.

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