Your erotic stories

As I awoke it felt as if a freight train was actually traveling through my head. I immediately hugged the pillow again. 'Too much wine last night' was the main thought going through my mind. Of course, without all that wine, I probably would not have experienced one of the best nights of my life.

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Cindy and I met at an erotic writers' convention a little over a year ago. I am not sure what drew us together, I have always been a conventional type of guy and she has a penchant for the wilder side. The year before we had spent much time together, most of it in my room alone. This year, I had a surprise for her. I reached out and touched her on the arm. It had been a long year since we had last seen one another live and in the flesh.

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The roses are blooming in the rather plain jar on my desk. It's a canning jar, it once held pickles I think, like the jars that used to line the shelves in your kitchen. The florist thinks I'm ridiculous for my regular purchase of three roses, one pale pink, two darker pink, but they remind me so much of you.

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