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Erotic Stories
The Library
I am at a local small town library looking for a few good books to read. As I stroll through the small aisles, I see you by another section. I have noticed you before at different places in town and think you’re cute but I would never attempt to communicate with you. After all, what would a 48-year-old woman have in common with a 27-year-old guy? Read the rest of this entry »
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On a cool August weekend, I was sitting inside my apartment looking at TV, just bored out of my mind. I shared an apartment with Lauren Hewitt, my best female friend. To think Lauren and I had not gotten along at all and now we were sharing an apartment together. But lately, I had become so turned on by her. Lauren stood five feet eight inches tall, long brown hair, blue-gray eyes, and, of course, 36-D tits to die for. I wanted to tweak them and lick them, and suck that pussy of hers. I’d never seen it before, but I could only imagine what it looked like. And I wasn’t too bad looking myself. I stood five feet six inches in height, with long, curly auburn hair, and brown eyes. My 36-C cup breasts weren’t too big, or too small, but for some reason, I did envy Lauren’s breasts.
So here I was, sitting at home, bored as hell, and horny too. I decided I had to masturbate, since I hadn’t gotten any for a long time, at least not since I’d been raped by my father. My mother helped him rape me. For some reason, though, I was able to sustain a normally functioning life. Maybe it was because I’d blocked out the pain of it all. So I did what I felt I had to do. I went into my bedroom, and closed the door. Then I removed the top to my pajamas. It was skimpy, and perfectly contoured my body. My pink nipples were protruding, and I had to touch them. I slowly ran my hand around my breast, and finally, I grabbed it and gently began to massage it, while tweaking my nipples. Flashes of Lauren’s hands and mouth on my breasts flooded my mind as I continued to knead my breast and tweak my nipple. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my clit getting erect. I slowly moved my hands down my sides, to my hips, and pulled my pajama pants down, exposing my underwear. I spread my legs, and slowly moved my hands from my smooth stomach down to my aching pussy. Again, flashes of Lauren were inside my head as I traced my clit, and my slit, with one finger. Just that one movement got me so hot and wet I had to fuck myself or I would burst. So I let my fingers pull my underwear to the side and rub my swollen clit. My legs began to shake as I gave myself this stimulation. So I lay down on the floor, and continued my sexual self-stimulation.
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Standing in front of my mirror I realized I did not look too bad for a thirty-five-year-old woman who had not been laid in nearly two years. I zipped up my uniform dress and adjusted my white thigh high stockings. I hate wearing pantyhose they are so restricting. Never have I worn underwear, because I think the body needs to breathe. My hair was always my biggest problem when getting ready for work. I have always been proud of my hair it reaches my waist in long soft natural curls of dark strawberry blonde. Wrapping it up into a bun was difficult, but possible. Today I thought I would do with a change and used two white sticks to hold it in place. Looking again I checked my face for wrinkles as I do every day thinking some magical wrinkle fairy will take any signs of aging away. Giggling to myself, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
Lillyview Medical Center was only a twenty minute drive and I had thirty minutes to get there and on my floor. Every day, I hope there will be a new patient that is not old, or senile; someone I could actually talk to about how they felt and be able to help him or her. Most of my patients were comatose or very combative. My nerves cannot take it, I thought. I am in need of some serious sexual tension release. In these times you can never be too careful, most men are just out to get laid and move on. I want someone who will enjoy and appreciate me. I am not bad looking five feet seven, large breasts, and slim waist leading into full hips. Not a tiny woman but a woman that was built for a lover’s enjoyment. I laugh out at how ludicrous that sounds.
I made it just in the nick of time. Doug the second shift nurse spotted me, “There you are Red, and you cut this close every day.”
Smiling back, I patted him on the shoulder, “So who do I take the report from tonight?”
“You get me. Now doesn’t that just make your night?” Doug was laughing as he handed me a pad of paper and pen. “You won’t need to write much. It has been a slow night. They discharged six patients today so we are working on half-staff. You have one patient, male, age 42; patient is in for hip surgery. His vitals are stable; able to get up and around, but he has some pain when he does. He is married, but I think the relationship is strained, she dropped him off and said to call if he needs anything else.” Doug lifted an eyebrow with concern, “You know how I hate that kind of shit, and she is one cold-hearted acting bitch. You know how it affects someone when separated from family and it is strained. This patient is very sullen, it would be great if you could put a smile on his face.”
“Ok, got it. You forgot one thing Doug! What is his name?” I laughed at him; Doug was always giving such long details but forgets the most obvious. You could not ask for a better nurse than him though. I would put my life in his hands anytime. Hell if he wasn’t gay, I would put more than my life in his hands.
“Sorry Red, his name is Sam. Umm, Samuel North room 415, private room.” He patted my back and walked away. Damn, I thought, he has a better sway when he walks than I do. Smiling, I walked to my new patient’s room. I could not have been happier to have one that would talk back to me. Walking into his room, I noticed his light was on. “Hello, Mr. North, my name is Rachel and I will be your nurse tonight.” I looked at him so I could catch what kind of mood he was in and met with the most amazing hazel eyes. He was a handsome man with strong rugged features.
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“I’ve never had an orgasm.” Kate suddenly blurted.
My head came up quickly, thinking it was some sort of joke. My gorgeous dark-headed friend just stared back at me with wide, brown eyes. Ridiculous.
She was the most sensual, uninhibited young woman I knew. Every move she made was filled with sexuality, every glance was flirtatious, every piece of clothing she wore was exotic and sexy. Especially now.
Kate and I were on vacation on the coast far from our hometown, and she seemed to come alive beneath the touch of the sea breeze; her necklines had plunged lower to expose more of her breasts, her skirts had climbed upward to show off more of her large, long, curvy legs, and she flirted with every man she passed unabashedly. I think the anonymity of it all pleased her.
My mind slipped back to the day before, when she had asked me to give her a back rub as we watched a movie in our hotel room. I had always been very good at massage, and was frequently commissioned at sleepovers to give massages to everyone present until my fingers ached, so I thought nothing of it. I grabbed my massage oil, put it in the microwave for ten seconds, and asked her to lie on her stomach. Straddling her, I pushed her waist-length, straight, dark hair to one side and pulled up her shirt briskly. She shivered at my first touch, and I frowned thoughtfully, wondering at her reaction. I put my usual vigor into the rub, and she moaned, occasionally arching her back sinuously, and her flawless skin shined blue beneath the flickering, ethereal light of the TV. I realized she had long ago stopped watching the movie, and her breath had become ragged, her moans more helpless. No, Kate was too sensual to have never possessed an orgasm.
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When I woke up, for the briefest moment I didn’t remember where I was, or who this woman was beside me in bed. It quickly came back to me though, before I even had time to lift her leg off me. Jenny was here, finally, and then I remembered last night-God, what a night that had been.
As I lay there watching her sleep, it occurred to me-and not for the first time-that I could spend the rest of my life with this woman. In fact, the first time I saw her I knew that, but I had stupidly kept my mouth shut for two whole years. It had taken me years to understand the messes I had made of my own relationships and those of others when I chased any woman that interested me. I was still reeling from that self-revelation when I first saw her. At least 5′7″, long dark hair, buxom, curvy and solid, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. So of course, she was already seeing someone when I first met her. Every now and then our paths would cross. We could always talk ourselves to death, and I admit that I often wondered what she saw in her boyfriend Mike. Then again, she always seemed so happy. That’s the way it goes, I thought. Tough shit for me.
A few months ago at her boyfriend’s bar, we’d been talking for hours already. Mike was still working. I swear, no more than one or two inches separated us all night, and our arms and thighs would comfortably touch frequently as we talked. I kept buying drinks so I’d have a reason to keep talking to her and being with her. Finally Mike decided that Jenny was bothering me, and anxious not to lose a customer, dragged her away and put her in a cab to go home. That was it for me too. There was no point hanging around if she wasn’t going to be there. Mike kept trying to apologize to me for her bothering me. It should have been me apologizing for being smitten by his girlfriend. We both let it go, and I left.
Outside the bar, the weather had turned colder than expected. I had my head down, walking back to my apartment, passing most of the other bars and restaurants. Any one of them would have been a nicer place than Mike’s, but Jenny was always my reason for going there. About a block from the bar, I heard my name being called, and turned around. Jenny was calling me from her cab.
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Andrea finally got her way. She knew shy, lithe Lizzie was waiting for her at home. She’d wanted for months to give Lizzie the pleasure she had never known from any man; wanted to share how she felt.
Andrea had started the day by leaving for work with her roommate left at home. It was a Saturday, and Lizzie had a government job, so no weekends for her. After a long and arduous day at a desk, Andrea was able to leave. She hated the paper pushing, would much rather have pursued her artistic talents. However, all frittering thoughts aside, she had something to look forward to. She was ready to go home and really show Lizzie how she felt.
Following a brief, hearty dinner of salmon steak and white wine from the fancy store in town, Andrea escorted Lizzie upstairs, undressed her slowly and tortuously, Lizzie’s breath coming in small excited gasps.
Andrea pushed Lizzie back on the bed and stroked her hand down over Lizzie’s right breast. It was just slightly round, soft as silk and just as ivory. She felt the girl sigh beneath her hand as she rolled the nipple with two fingers. Bringing her mouth downward, she touched her lips to Lizzie’s. The kiss was slow, too slow. Her tongue flicked outward and touched Lizzie’s bottom lip, then massaged its way into her mouth. A mewl later, and Andrea was in, stroking her tongue over Lizzie’s. Andrea replied in kind and continued with her hands as she pulled away. From Lizzie’s breast, she brought her hand downward, lightly caressing yielding, shivering flesh until she reached the juncture of Lizzie’s thighs, and then past it to her knees.
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I was coming home from my work, in the rodeo. I was hauling my two horses home. Jayden was trying his hardest to round up his loose cattle. Nine had gotten loose and roaming the rural road. Deputy Dunn was making it hard. I got out and saddled up my two horses’ and took one to Jayden while I had the other. Being up higher had always helped. The cattle get spooked real easy and can change their minds and turn on you, plus you can move faster. All but the bull was rounded up. He was a stubborn bull. Just as we had him going in the gate, the Deputy moved and spooked the bull, which in turn spooked the horse. Sprinkles spooks easily, but Twinkle-Toes was fine. Sprinkles threw Jayden. He couldn’t move. Sprinkles ran. The bull moved and ran after the cattle. I closed the gate and took off to get Sprinkles. I came back as Jayden was getting up. The fun was over, but I knew give it a month and we’d have to do it again. Somehow they keep getting out.
Jayden went home, I took myself home and said that I’d call him later. When I got home took care of Sprinkles and Twinkle-Toes. Jayden called, he needed help. He said he was still in his truck. He could barely move, but he wasn’t going to the hospital. I rushed over. He’d made it in his house. I yelled as I walked in the door, he said he was in his room. At that sentence, I should’ve known something was up, but I was worried. I got in his room and he was laying on his bed, smiling, his pants unzipped and unbuttoned. I just smiled at him. I was ready.
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‘Midnight Party: Tonight
In the Chalet, all invited.
Theme: Bikinis and Champagne’
The note was printed with an official letterhead but would only be put under two doors; David’s and Sofia’s. It was to be a far more private affair than one would assume. The Chalet was a traditional-looking, wooden building nestled amongst the trees that housed the saunas and other treatment rooms. This was where my plan would hopefully take place. After giving David his ‘massage’ I spent the rest of the day thinking of it, finally coming up with the official looking invite. The Chalet closed at 10 every night, letting the cleaners tidy the place up for an hour or two, and so it should be empty by midnight.
I woke up early on Sunday morning, almost jumping with excitement at the night ahead. After a long shower I took a walk past the rooms of tonight’s guests, slipping the invitation under the door and smiling to myself. I could barely keep my hands from working underneath my uniform as I sat at the reception desk and I struggled to keep my mind away from fantasies.
“Sarah, you still on for the film tonight yeah?” A colleague was leaning over the desk. I met her with a blank stare. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.” I had done exactly that.
“I’m so sorry, I’m gonna have to cancel on you. There’s this thing I have to do…” The apology had little effect and with a roll of her eyes my colleague turned abruptly and walked away. Never mind, I’ll make it up to her somehow.
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I have always prided myself on being a very resourceful person, but like most people now days I cannot live without my wheels. So when my car broke down about two weeks ago I was not a happy campier.
The thought of having to take the bus everywhere did not appeal to me at all. The thought of sitting around for twenty minutes for a bus to come was not my idea of fun.
All that changed one day when I had to catch a bus to get across town for a very important meeting. When I got to the bus stop the bus that I needed to get on had already arrive, however there was no sigh of the bus driver. I waited a few minutes before I knocked on the door to see if anyone was in there. Well about a minute later, when the doors open there stood this tell fine brother that on first sight could make any woman’s juices flow.
When I stepped onto the bus I went to put my fair in the fair box, but the driver for some reason would not let me pay. He insisted that the trip would be on him.
As I took my seat, I thought nothing of the fact that there was no one else on the bus except for the driver and myself.
The bus diver told me that he was on a break and that he would be sitting in the back relaxing. That was fine with me; I could have used a little extra time to get my head together before my meeting.
Well about five minute later, I heard the sounds of moaning coming from the back, when I looked around there my bus driver sitting there with his pants open and his dick in hand, whacking off.
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Do you know what it’s like to be a bisexual girl who has a boyfriend who you love to death…but you also are in love with your best GIRL friend? It’s hard - to be in bed with your boyfriend, and then hang out with your best friend all in a span of a few hours. You want them both, but it wouldn’t be fair. You love them both, but it’s just not right. Even if it isn’t right… there’s no problem with being wrong.
It had to be around three in the morning when my boyfriend, Blake, and I had gotten home from a party. We both had the buzz of alcohol running in our systems and we were just running out of the adrenaline of being at a party, which led to the one thing that was keeping us awake and from crashing onto the couch or the bed of our apartment.
Hormones.
With an innocent giggle of still being slightly dopey from the alcohol, I had tugged on the collar of his dark green polo, pulling him against me the second I heard the click of the door echo in the air. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, which normally was a turn off, but when I was just as buzzed, I looked past it and pressed my lips to his in a hard, long kiss. A kiss that said ‘take me here and now.’ His lips curled in a grin underneath mine and it provoked me to giggle again and bite his lower lip, pulling on it in a bite of desire. Fucking hormones, man.
His hands were crawling down my back and before I knew it, he gripped my ass in a firm, possessive grasp, as if to remind me that I was his - and I had no problem with being his. A faint squeal of playful girliness was sounded and I leaned against the door, raising a leg to curl it around his waist while a hand resting on the crook of his neck. The other trailed to slide my fingertips beneath the waistband of his boxers and jeans, tugging him against me. We continued to make out; biting and sucking on each other’s lips. He would occasionally suck on the stud that pierced my lip or flick his tongue against the metal bar that pierced my tongue, and every time he did it, I could feel myself get more and more wet between the lips of my smooth, hairless pussy.
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