Your erotic stories

Notice: I don't care what you do with this story. Make it into a movie or publish a play with it. I wrote it to be enjoyed and to be shared, so the more people read it - the better. * I was feeling depressed. Although I loved my wife and we were the closest of friends, our marriage had become very stale and passionless.

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My initial story told of my first experience with another man. "My Cross Country Adventure" detailed my evening with Walt, the elderly gentlemen who picked me up while hitchhiking and taught me a great deal. This story tells of my further explorations in this way of life. One thing I should have mentioned at the top of the last story was that these events happened in the late 70's; a time when there were far fewer health concerns than there are today.

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Amy was the first girl I ever had sex with. I was kind of a shy guy when it came to women, and I really thought sex was something to be shared with someone special. She was a year older than me, but had taken a year off before starting college, so we were in the same class. Amy was girl next door sexy; nice full breasts, milky white skin and great little ass.

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Two friends play out a ritual during the summer of 1973. . Chapter One: Anticipation. The shower turned off, causing my heart to start beating even faster. The bathroom door was about 6 feet away from the bed where I was pretending to sleep, and I saw the shadows of movement break the light at the bottom of that door. On the other side of that door, my best friend Kenny was probably drying off, and as the steam came out from under the space at the bottom of the door I visualized what Kenny was doing.

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"Please don't leave Shannon!" My back was against the inside of the front door. We never got any further before we were pawing at each in our heated states. And when I pressed my palm against her crotch and felt the hardness there, that's when we stopped, my mouth open and my eyes wide.

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Chapter One: What ever happened to... It was something that had been on my mind for much of the summer, but I hadn't mentioned it to my son until the day he was heading off to college. I tried to be as casual and distant as possible when I broached the subject while we drove out to the University of Buffalo, where he would be starting his freshman year of college, not wanting to expose my more than casual interest.

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I was 19 years old when I returned home from college in the summer of 1976. A lot about me had changed in the nine months I had been away, both physically and emotionally.

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Chapter One: Summer 1972 Leo Cassaro was a middle aged man who lived with his 19 year old son Alan in their suburban home. His wife - Alan's mother - had left Leo four years earlier when she had discovered that her husband wasn't faithful to her.

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"It looks unusually small tonight darling – did you have a sneaky wank when you were in the shower?" I asked my husband, as I climbed into bed, fresh from my own shower, and nuzzled up to him, putting my head on his chest and reaching down to gently feel his turtled manhood between my thumb and forefinger.

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