Your erotic stories

Cue the music. I'm thinking Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees. I'm strutting down the street, buttons undone on my shirt, gold chains tangled in my chest hair. Yeah, I'm that guy, and it feels good. Family, friends, and co-workers attributed my abundant happiness to the fact that my relationship with Nicole was going well, and that was true as well.

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I've known Sarah for nearly 20 years. We "met" online back when the Internet was in its infancy. A time when you had to pay 29 cents to send an e-mail. We were both married then, and had a mutual interest in a certain female singer, which helped our friendship blossom. This was back in the days of cassettes and other memorabilia being swapped and I'm sure that she enjoyed getting little packages from across the country like I did.

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I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns.

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It was probably one of the worst days of my life. To start with, I woke up a half an hour late for work. No time for coffee. My clothes had fallen off the hanger during the night, so when I put them on I looked as though I had actually slept in them. My cat had barfed up a hairball, inside my purse, which I found when I was digging for my car keys.

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As I closed my car door and stepped toward my house, a small voice cracked like leather on an old saddle called out, "Alan, you've got a package over here." "Thanks, Mrs. Taylor. I'll be over in just a minute." I carried my satchel into the house and picked up a envelop of photographs I'd just gotten developed the day before.

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It is still dark outside when your alarm goes off to wake you to get ready for work. As usual, you hit the snooze button and roll over to enjoy a few more minutes of sleep. Little do you know I woke up feeling a little frisky this morning and you won’t need that snooze button! Quietly, I sneak out of the bed and run into the bathroom for a quick visit before turning off your alarm and hopping back into bed. You are peacefully unaware of how I am going to rock your world this morning.

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"Fore!!!" Sam shouted as he swung the club, striking the little white ball with a resounding 'crack." I held my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun as I watched the ball sail into the distance, veering off to the right before disappearing into a copse of tall trees. "God Damn It!" he cursed, pounding the driver into the turf in frustration.

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Mack Thompson had just returned to his hotel room following an intense workout at the fitness center and swimming pool. He was in town for a conference and had arrived a day early. At 30 years old he was the picture of health and could have been the poster guy for a fitness club. Mack stood at 6'2" and weighed a chiseled 190 pounds. He had light brown hair that he always kept short and hazel eyes. He loved to play golf, ski and swim in addition to his routine gym workouts.

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When you have someone like Anne working for you, it's pretty easy going to work everyday. Not only is she a top-notch assistant but she's absolutely beautiful and best of all, I get the pleasure of fucking her whenever the opportunity presents itself. I first fucked Anne last fall when I took her on a business trip. The original plan was for it to be a one time thing because at the time I had this silly rule of what goes on out of town stays out of town. In fact that's the name of the story describing our first encounter.

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Lois and Rick, the two college friends who lived together and threw the Halloween party I mentioned in my story, "Feeling Kind Of Lucky," had been girlfriend-boyfriend for years before I ever met them, and Lois was best friends with Heather, the younger sister of my roommate Gary, who was also featured in that same story. Here's another true college story, this one about Lois, Heather, and me.

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