Your erotic stories

I strained my eyes to peer through the windshield of my car as I made my way slowly along the treacherously slippery road. Every few moments I could feel the car slide from side to side and my heart would jump before regaining control once again. My field of view extended only a few yards beyond the hood of my car and my visibility was severely hampered by the endless stream of snow blasting against my windshield.

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I looked down between my shoes. I could see a candy wrapper and an empty firecracker casing floating in the dirty puddle between them. I reached down and picked them up, tossing them into an empty bag with the few kernels of kettle corn that I hadn't finished.

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The first time I rimmed my wife was an experience we both will never forget. It forever changed our sex life for the better. This event took place on the Valentine's Day before I proposed to her. Let me explain a little bit about us. For a very long time, I had sealed my heart away. I dated some fucked up bitches when I was young and dumb. I was raised in Hawaii with influences from Eastern culture. The whole concept of respect is something valued in many cultures of the Pacific, more so than individualism, which is highly valued in American Western society.

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If you're driving along the motorway and feel like a break, I would strongly recommend Mudchute Services. They're fairly easy to find, right next to Brown Wood, and you'll find the toilet facilities make a very worthy detour.

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It's a dull Wednesday evening when I find myself at the supermarket. I'd chosen to come do my shopping in the late evening to avoid the hustle and bustle of the rush hour. Wednesday nights always seemed this dull to me, so why not get a few chores out of the way like buying groceries for the week. While browsing in the frozen food isle, I see you picking out some frozen vegetables. You're wearing a pair of gray gym shorts and a tank top, but the curves of your ass catch my eye and I can't help but stare as you bend over to pick up an item.

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This story is a bit of a departure for me, in that there isn't a long winded back story explaining everyone's reasons for what they are doing. There's no getting inside their heads to 'listen' to their feelings of guilt and worries. This story, told in four chapters, is all about the sex, pure and simple. It has brother/ sister/ sister/ mother/ father incest, and is a work of FICTION. If you have any qualms about family members having every kind of depraved sex imaginable, then please skip this story and find something more suited to your tastes. For everyone else, I only ask that you take a moment after you finish reading to tell me what you think.

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Alice van der Poole loved her boyfriend. Really, she did. Ben was perfectly handsome, perfectly sweet, perfectly... bland. Every kiss was preceded with a gentle, "May I kiss you?" and followed by a whispered, "You're so beautiful." At night, Ben would tell her how precious she was, how delicate and sweet and lovely. His fragile, perfect little rose. Alice wanted to scream.

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"So, bet you didn't expect the night to turn out like this." Jessica smiled at me wickedly, "On a scale of 1 to 10, how happy are you that you met me today?" "Yeah, that would be a fucking 11." "Thought so." She shook her head. "And look at you, eating one girl's ass out then going home with her roommate to eat her ass, too. You know, if you were a girl, people would call you a slut."

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I met Nicole at a party. It was still early in the night, and she was standing alone, untouched drink in her hand. To my surprise, no guys were lining up to hit on this very attractive girl in a classic black cocktail party dress, but she definitely was giving a stand-offish vibe - she was obviously uncomfortable, waiting for a friend to come back. I was pretty much in the same situation, so I decided to use that to break the ice.

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I was in my junior year of college and was hating life since I was still a virgin. It wasn't for lack of trying, but my natural shyness overwhelmed my horniness more often than not. I had taken a job in the dining halls as an easy way to make some money and it was a pretty cool job. After I had been there a few weeks, I noticed that one of the full-time workers was talking to me about more and more personal stuff.

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