Erotic Stories

Author:tandrluv2swing Category: Friends With Benefits

Our first time swinging actually started out with a night out with a couple that were friends of ours. We were hanging out at our house and having a bonfire. All four of us had been drinking since early on in the evening. Travis was at one end of the front porch grilling and me and the couple, Tim and Lea, were on the other end of the porch listening to some music and telling stories and just a general fun time.

After eating, Travis pulled out the vodka and we started having shots. One thing Lea can’t handle is vodka shots. She was passed out within an hour. Meanwhile, me, Travis and Tim stayed outside on the porch listening to music and hanging out. I must have had way too much to drink myself, because we were sitting under the carport in front of my Expedition, and Travis asked me if I would do something for him. I said sure, and was utterly shocked when he said, “I want you to suck Tim’s dick for me.”

I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Tim! After a time making sure he was serious and not joking, I just said, “Sure, why not?”

Tim stood up, dropped his pants and stood in front of me. I looked at Travis, who was nodding his head, so I reached up and took hold of his cock with one hand and started slowly licking it up and down with my tongue. I kept looking from Travis to Tim’s face to see that everyone was ok with what was going on. I finally realized Travis was getting turned on by this, so I started really getting into it, licking from top to bottom and wrapping my lips around his cock watching it grow to its full 8 inches.

I took it into my mouth all the way to his balls and knew I had him from there. He had his head leaned back and was moaning and groaning, he took my hair into his hand and started pumping his cock into to my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt him starting to get close, so I slowed down and looked back to Travis who was smiling at me telling me to keep going and swallow his cum.

Wanting to please my husband, I started back with vengeance, sucking and licking Tim’s cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Tim was hollering, “I’m gonna cum!” and I looked up into his eyes and told him I wanted to swallow his cum. That was enough for Tim to lose his load right there, so as he spasmed into my mouth. I kept my mouth around his cock and sucked every drop he had down my throat. As he was done, I started licking the head of his dick, making sure I got every last drop of his cum.

After he caught his composure, he looked over at Travis and said, “Man, I don’t know what I did to make you be such a great friend, but I sure did appreciate that!” Travis told him that was nothing, he should hang around for what was to come next.

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Author:Deedee Blanks Category: Lesbian

Sister Mary Francis hurried down the dark corridor while silently cursing herself. “Damn, I’m late again. I hope Mother Superior isn’t there yet!!!” Opening the large creaking door at the rear of the sanctuary, twenty sets of eyes turned to see who was late, and unfortunately, one pair belonged to Mother Superior Margaret!!! After Sister Mary Francis took her place in the fourth pew, the daily midnight vespers service continued uninterrupted for the next hour. Mary thought that she was out of the woods, until a hard rap on her door awakened her a three AM!

“Sister Mary Francis,” a voice called through her door. “The Mother Superior wishes to see you in her chambers at once!!!” A cold sweat broke out over Mary’s body as she heard steps walking away from her door and on down the hall. Quickly donning her habit, she slipped on her shoes and began making the long walk to Mother Superior’s office. She could see a light shining under the office door, and with a great deal of trepidation she gave the giant oak door a hard knock, which resulted in a reverberation that filled the entire room! A voice from inside called out, “Come in, Mary Francis, it’s unlocked!”

As she pushed the heavy door open, Mary could see that the Mother Superior was seated behind her huge mahogany desk, while her assistant, Sister Ellen, sat in a stuffed chair off to one side. “Please take a seat,” said the Mother Superior, indicating with her hand which chair she wanted Mary to sit in. Mary quickly sat down and waited quietly while the Mother Superior just sat and stared at her for a few minutes. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the Mother Superior spoke.

“Sister Mary Francis, how long have you been with us here at The Order of St. Catherine!?!”

“Uh, about a year, ma’am,” Mary replied softly.

“And in that year,” the Mother Superior continued, “how many times have you been sent to detention!?!”

“I-I-I’m not sure, ma’am,” she stammered?!?”

“Not sure?” the Mother Superior replied incredulously. “You have set the record for number of infractions in her first year, by far!”

“Oh,” is all Mary could say in a small voice!

“Sister Mary,” she continued, “do you really want to be a member of our order, or is this just some kind of game you’re playing? Because if it is, I want it stopped right now. Do you understand me!?!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mary replied with her head down. The Mother Superior leaned back in her chair and thought for a few minutes.

“We have tried every manner of punishment with you, save one, and if you wish to continue your stay with us, you will have to submit to some form of corporal punishment. It’s all that I can think of to turn you around!!!”

“Corporal punishment?” Mary thought to herself. “That means spanking and the such. She wouldn’t dare!!!”

Her own thoughts were swept back to reality when the Mother Superior announced, “You will lift you habit, lay across Sister Ellen’s lap, and receive twenty strokes on your bare bottom, understood!?!” A mortified Mary just nodded her head, as she stood up and walked the few paces to Sister Ellen’s chair. “Lift you habit,” the Mother Superior intoned harshly, “pull down her underwear, Sister Ellen, and now, Sister Mary Francis, lay down across her lap!!!”

Sister Mary Francis was only twenty three years old, and even though she was usually covered with her habit, she always sensed a bit of jealousy from her fellow sisters due to her frightfully well developed young body. Before Sister Ellen began with her punishment, a hand brushed softly over her bottom, while lingering for just a second on her puffy vagina.

“Okay, Sister, begin,” ordered the Mother Superior. The first time Sister Ellen’s hand connected with her butt, it was more startling than painful, but as she went on, the heat radiated from her plump bottom, until she was crying like a baby. After ten strokes the Mother Superior’s voice cracked through the air.

“That’s enough for now. Let’s rest for a moment and let the pain subside a little.” Again, a hand began to lightly caress her bottom, and this time, it made no pretense of feeling her vagina, as the very ends of the finger tips gently flicked back and forth over her very erect clitoris.

“Sister Mary Francis,” the Mother Superior asked, “you seem to be sexually aroused. Do you get this way often!?!”

“Ma’am?” Mary asked.

“A simple question, child,” she continued. “Does your vagina get wet like this often?”

“Sometimes,” a now confused Mary replied.

“And what do you do when it does,” the Mother Superior asked?

“Oh, god,” Mary thought, “what does she want me to say? I’m in deep enough now as it is!”

“Do you masturbate,” the Mother Superior asked, “when your vagina gets all wet an gooey?”

Before she could reply, a finger actually slipped inside of her and started making direct contact with her now swollen clit!

“With a vagina like this,” the Mother Superior went on, “I’m sure you must masturbate often. Am I correct in that assumption?”

“Yes,” gasped Mary, as the stern mistress worked over her clit mercilessly.

“Very good, Sister Mary. Are you close to having an orgasm right now?”

Instead of answering, Mary’s pussy lurched, and her whole body shook as it was literally attacked by her climax, leaving her as limp as an old dish rag across Sister Ellen’s lap.

“My, my,” the Mother Superior said softly, “our little trouble maker has a very naughty vagina, wouldn’t you say so, Sister Ellen!?!”

“Oh, yes,” Sister Ellen chimed in. “She has a very naughty vagina and clitoris.”

“Do you think that it’s fair that she has all of the fun?” asked the Mother Superior.

“No, I don’t,” replied Sister Ellen.

“What do you think we should do to rectify that situation?”

To be continued…

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Author:Ivy League Girl Category: Real Sex

One of his pet names for me was (is) “lanky.” Little love text notes, “Yes, I love my long lanky girl with the big tits.” He would say that to me, sometimes sing in country-western overtones. But his real love was me, just me.

“It is your personality, it is your soul, it is you that makes you in your consciousness that thrills me so.” Then he would smile that devilish smile, “and your tanned toned frog legs do help, especially when they are spread wide just for me.” He loves my legs and high ass. He equated them to those of a feline feminine Olympian high jumper.

“Hey, frog legs, toned, long and strong with a professional tennis butt hung in the air without a care.” I miss the sound of his voice, and how he rode that butt of mine in syncopated time. That is my favorite position with him. On my hands, elbows and knees, seeking only him to please for my pleasure only, how he loved me in a tight sweater.

“Oh well, enough girlish rhapsody.” In the said position with my back arched like a “golden leopard” (that was one of his pet names for me too) waiting in heat for the moment of lively penetration – when he first parted my lips with the hard head of his long penis – it was (is) beyond descriptive pleasure and excitement. My long fingered hands would grab his bed sheets, my teeth did the same in anticipation of elation. Then his head softly and easily eases into my being, my mind on fire my nerve endings full of desire and then his long strong thrust, then thrusts of power how I love his masculine tower full of life and so alive.
It is truly when “and two flesh shall become one.”

Such power, such force that he would move me all the way across his western king bed. “slap! slap! slap!” came the sound of his pelvis as it struck my hard tennis ass. “Smack!… smack!… smack!” as my face buried in his sheets moved across his bed. “Slap– slap– slap!” I will never be the same. Last week in bed with my back to my husband in the darkness sweet as he slept I masturbated to the memory of “slap, slap, slap” among the other things he did to me and they were many, such lovers he and I. He a man of ending autumn years and I a lady of early summer days, so we would play, love we would make.

And when that old poet came deep inside of me it was with expanded force, with his large strong hands griping my butt like a vise and usually one of his thumbs press deep into my asshole – that is how long his hands are. So I masturbate in fantasy’s wake of our passions, I miss that old man. I miss our coffeehouse and how we sat next to each other as perfect strangers and talked about life and the parody of it. Sometimes with my kids in tow and the coffeehouse as just a stop off before heading to grandma’s house, my kids always looked at him dubiously as we chatted as strangers do. Then kids dropped off and shopping to do and then my afternoon delight of Slap! Smack! Slap!!!!

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Author: theonlyone   Category:Lesbian
It all started when I found out that my best friend was dating the hottest girl in school. She and I used to talk about them having sex, and every time we did, it made me want her more and more. Finally one night we all went to a party at her house. We all got pretty drunk and then at about midnight she pulled me aside, and asked me to go out to her car and smoke a cigarette with her. I looked around and everyone was talking in the other room, so I nodded and followed her out the front door.

As we approached her car she told me to get in and that she wanted to show me something. I slid into the passenger seat and before I could close the door she had grabbed the inside of my leg, wrapped her left hand around the back of my neck and pulled my face three inches away from hers. I knew by the look in her eyes what she wanted.

She bit her lip and said “There’s something about you and I’ve been dying to figure it out since the second we met. I hope you don’t mind.”

I immediately leaned in, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her soft lips. She tasted like whiskey and cigarettes; my two favorite things. She was quick to reciprocate and began to breathe heavily. I pulled her in closer and I slid my hands down the small of her back. She let out a little moan and started to kiss my neck. I leaned my head back and moved my hands around to her stomach, and down to her zipper. She moaned a little louder this time, pushed my hand in between her thighs, and I felt her pussy getting wet through her jeans.

By this time I was rather wet myself and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled her across the middle of the car and sat her on top of me. She leaned the seat all the way back and started grinding on me.

“Goddamn baby, you’re so sexy,” I whispered.

She leaned down and smiled, then starting kissing me again. I ran my fingertips up her back to her bra strap. Thank god I had taught myself how to take my own bra off with one hand; with two fingers I snapped it off and ran my hands across her nipples. She moaned quite a bit louder this time, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I took her shirt off and pulled her close to me so that her breasts were touching my lips. I ran my tongue across her nipples and started to suck on them. By this time she was moaning so loud I’m surprised no one came outside to see what was happening.

“Mmmm, baby. Don’t stop. God, that feels so good. You’re making me so wet,” she whispered in my ear.

“Oh, really? How bad do you want it baby?” I said, trying to be as smooth as possible.

“So bad, please baby. I want you deep in my pussy. I’m so wet.”

I unfastened and unzipped her pants and within seconds they went flying into the backseat. I pulled her g-string down to her ankles and she wiggled out of it. I looked up and her silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight, her breasts were uncovered, her abs were prominent, and her pussy was obviously well taken care of. I took a minute to take it in, and then I slipped one finger into her lips. She was right, she was wet. Very wet in fact. She leaned back, put her hands behind her on my knees, opened her legs, and pushed her pussy harder onto my fingers. I started to rub her clit, slow… then faster. She was dripping wet, and was begging me to fuck her by this point. I sat up and braced myself by pulling her lower back close to me.

I slid one finger in; she screamed this time. One more finger and she screamed again, and then she put her arms around my neck and began to grind against my fingers. I was so deep I could feel her g-spot; I flicked my fingers back and forth inside of her hitting her spot every time. She started to pull at my hair.

“Yes baby! Yes. Don’t stop, that feels so good. I love you inside of my pussy. Fuck me baby, don’t stop. God, YES! I’m gonna cum so much for you baby.”

By this time she was moving with my fingers and cum was running down my hand. I started to suck on her nipples again and her body began to tense up. Her back began to arch and I slid in one more finger and rubbed on her clit at the same time. I was fucking her so hard she was screaming my name. Then after about five more minutes I felt her pussy contract and she started to squirm around, so I decided to switch it up. I quickly told her to get into the backseat, and she agreed without hesitation. I crawled into the back after her and laid her down. I got on my stomach and pulled her legs over my shoulders and she opened them up wide for me. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I had to get a taste.

I ran my tongue across her clit and she immediately grabbed the back of my head and pushed it in between her legs. Her pussy tasted sweet, and her cum was warm in my mouth. I was licking her clit so fast she started to shake; I slid in three fingers like before and I started to fuck her even harder. She was moaning and yelling, and grinding against my face. Within seconds she came. Her back arched, her whole body tensed up and I slid my tongue in just in time to feel her pussy tighten, and loosen, then tighten back. She came at least four times. Cum was all over my shirt, my face, her, and her backseat. She sat up and pulled my face up to hers and began to make out with me. I thought that it was over so I started to retrieve her clothes for her.

“It’s your turn now. Take off all your clothes and lay down. I wanna taste that pussy of yours.”

I did what she said and within seconds she was sitting on top of me. I could feel her wet pussy on my stomach.

“Do you want me to fuck you baby? You blew my mind; it’s only fair I return the favor.” She said to me.

“Please fuck me, you made me so wet. I loved fucking you. Please baby, I’ll come for you.”

She started to kiss my nipples, and began to suck on them; I could feel my cum dripping down my legs. I didn’t even realize I was moaning until she told me to scream for her. I looked down and she was lying on her stomach, I wrapped my legs around her head and I felt her tongue run across my clit; I shook.

“Baby, please lick my pussy. I’m so horny, I want you so bad. Make me cum baby. Fuck me hard.” I begged her.

She looked up at me and got down to business. She started to lick my clit so fast I started grinding against her mouth. She slid in two fingers, it felt so good. She was so deep inside of me my eyes watered. I yelled out her name multiple times.

“Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!!!” And with that, I started to quiver, shake and grab her hair.

She didn’t stop and I came all over her fingers. She sucked up all my cum, and sucked on my clit a little while longer. Then she made her way back up to my chest and collapsed on my breasts.

“That was amazing baby. You were amazing.” She said.

“No, actually, you were fucking great. I can’t even explain what just happened.” I told her.

“We should do this more often.” She looked up and me and smiled. As we searched for our clothes we kissed some more. We got dressed and finally smoked a cigarette on our way back up to the party. I looked at the time, it was 4:30! We walked into the party and everyone asked where the hell we had been, including her girlfriend. She just smiled and said

“I had to show her something. It took a while,” then she grabbed the rest of the bottle she had bought for the night in one hand and with the other hand she grabbed my arm and pulled my upstairs to her room. For the rest of that night we made love in her bed, and for many nights to come after that.

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Author:nightseeker67 Category: Crushes

… continued.

I grip his dick in my hand and urged on by his gasp of pleasure, I explore it with my mouth kissing and licking the thick cock, my hands stroking his dick. His body trembles and he keeps his tightly clenched fists at his side trying to control the crazy passion exploding through him. Getting more daring, I opened my mouth and take his head into my eager mouth and I hear him gasp, “Oh fuck goddamit oh shit!

What are you doing to me?” I suck and suck his dick trying not to gag when I finally getting all of his 9 inches deep inside my throat and I stare up at him. “Oh fuck please stop, baby girl… please I’m so close. I’m gonna cum… please stop.” Ignoring his pleas just like he ignored mine, I make sure he is completely in my throat before tugging on his balls to get him to cum. He growls in pain as he shoots his entire load deep down into my throat. I swallow as much as I can and when he’s done he collapses on his knees before me panting and staring at me with unsatisfied lust. I lie down and spread my legs in invitation to him.
He growls again and situates himself between my legs just as I realize something important.

“Wait Nate!” He stares at me in confusion but forces himself to stay still, “What’s wrong baby girl?”

My eyes start to tear up and I say quietly, “You can’t make love to me. I’m a virgin.”

He continues to stare at me and then he breaks the silence by saying, “You think that’s a big deal to me. Of course it makes me absolutely happy that that means I’ll be your first, but it’s not gonna stop me from making love to you… unless you don’t want me to?”

I shake my head and say, “I want you and only you to make love to me and take my virginity, please don’t stop.” He grins and gives me a sweet, gentle kiss just as he shoves himself into me, breaking my hymen. I whimper my eyes tearing up and he asks me if I’m okay. I nod and hold my breath as he slowly begins to move himself inside me giving me time to accept and stretch for his girth.

Eventually I start to get used to the absolutely wonderful feeling and I wrap my legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside my tight and wet pussy. This encourages him to let lose all his passion and he fucks and penetrates me viciously, passionately kissing me and growling against my lips and breasts. I moan, digging my nails into his back silently begging him to fuck me harder and harder. His cock begins to hit my g-spot and I moan and scream, my orgasm ripping through me. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: AspenMackinzie   Category:Lesbian

Jenn and Tammy had been good friends for about two years. They played softball together and hung out a lot. Both of the girls had boyfriend off and on and did all the things that best friends do. One night Tammy was staying the night over at Jenn’s house. Jenn had a huge house and a spectacular bedroom. (That’s one of the reasons why Tammy loved staying the night) The girls had decided to have a “girls night in” and rented movies and just relaxed. When the last movie had ended, and they were about to go to bed, Jenn turned to Tammy.

“Tam, do you really want to go to bed? It’s only 1:00″

“Well I guess not, but what else is there to do?”

“I dunno, lets call the boys and see if they want to come over for some ‘one on one.’”

Tammy giggled and Jenn called Brad and Jake.

“No answer,” said Jenn depressed.

“What’s the matter, Jenn? Were you looking forward to it that much?”

“Yeah, kinda, it’s just one of those nights. Maybe we should just go to bed.”

The girls got undressed and into their PJ’s. Jenn was wearing a pair of skimpy cheerleading shorts with a tight white tank top and Tammy was wearing her blue bikini underwear and a gray tank top. Jenn and Tammy crawled into Jenn’s Queen size bed. Since Jenn’s family was well off, Jenn had satin silk sheets and an awesome canopy with candle holders at each post that held 5 candles. Jenn and Tammy talked for a while and they decided to light some of the candles. Tammy offers to light them and as she stood on her tip toes to reach, Jenn noticed her friends tight ass. Jenn became excited at the thought of her friend and she could feel her juices begin to flow.

“Tam, have you ever… well you know, thought about a girl… like that?” Tammy giggled.

“Well maybe once or twice, why?”

Jenn saw her nipples harden under her thin tank top. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author:nightseeker67 Category: Crushes

Hi, my name’s Fayth and, well, lately I’ve been having some weight/self-esteem issues. Now I’ve never been exactly fat, it’s just that I’ve gotten pretty thick from my teenage years. Being thicker was a goal for me at the age of 13 or so because I was skinny as all hell back then. Now I’m in college and I’ve begun to notice that the stick-thin girls are the ones who get the dates and attention while I simply stay in my dorm and read and do homework. All that can pretty much hurt your self-esteem; I mean what college girl doesn’t want at least a little attention from guys.

The final straw though was during the exercise period at my college. The college promotes good health and strength, etc… etc…, but when we were lifting weights and equipment around I started to realize I wasn’t as strong as when I was 13 and could beat up any guy who had the nerve to step to me. Now this wouldn’t have bugged me so much if the popular girls and guys (strange even in college there is always a popular clique) weren’t laughing and making fun of me and my size. In frustration, I threw the weights at them and ran from the room out into the courtyard. I didn’t stop running until I found my little hidden spot and then I plopped down and cried my eyes out. I cried and cried till I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and took all my energy not to bolt and run screaming.

Standing above me was Nathaniel Blake, the most gorgeous, sensitive, brilliant guy to ever walk the face of the earth. I’m not one to get all crazy about a guy but something about those dark hazel eyes and strong jaw line simply made my heart melt. He was about 6’2, had muscles in all the right places but he wasn’t a brainless jock. He was as smart as I am and I’ve seen him go from protective, bad-boy guy to a man that every woman wants to have — that being he was sweet as sugar! I stared up at him for a few minutes till I realized he was asking me a question.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry what did you just ask me?”

“I asked you what are you doing out here crying. I mean it simply isn’t right when a beautiful girl cries, so I wanna know what’s wrong with you.” I blushed right down to my roots when he called me beautiful and I tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound idiotic.

“Ummm, well it’s just that when you look as fucking stupid as I do trying to lift weights and the popular jackasses make fun of you, how can you not run away and cry?” I buried my head in my lap and cried harder and harder.

“Oh, hey please don’t cry. You have the prettiest dark brown eyes that certainly don’t need to be filled with sad tears.” He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand trying to get me to relax. I looked up at him unable to do anything else. His eye s widened in surprise and he said, “Oh! You’re Fayth Jackson. It was hard to recognize you with your hair in your face and your eyes and nose all red. Oh which reminds me,” he grabs a Kleenex from his bag and used it to wipe my face off, “There much better.”
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Author: drppinmaplsyrp   Category:Lesbian

Everything started when I was on spring break from University. I was alone at the hotel _____ in New York City. I was excited to be staying somewhere other than my shitty dorm. I got as much as I could pay for – a room with one queen sized bed – and I was happy. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone on this trip, let alone someone I would later spend the rest of my life with. I checked in around noon and decided to get ready for an afternoon out and about the city. What I had in mind was my shoulder length black hair straight and teased, a pair of ripped jeans and another one of my ripped up tee-shirts. What? I like to show skin. But as it came to be… I would never make it to my own room…. with my clothes on.

I had just checked into the hotel and was on my way to my elevator, my rolling suitcase dragging behind me. I heard eager footsteps behind me, I expected it to be one of the stupid New York City boys coming to make a move. I ignored it and stepped into the elevator automatically putting my back against the wall. To my surprise it was a girl who walked in. She was adorable!

Her short blonde hair was spiked into a fohawk and topped with a beanie, she wore a brightly colored polo shirt and dark jeans. I was immediately interested in her. She started to lean close to me, her eyes on my face with a huge smile. I thought she was about to kiss me! But she ended up pressing the 10th floor button instead. I stared into her eyes, a beautiful green. I couldn’t look away. I bit my lip and tried to control my breathing. What was with this girl that got me so…hot?

“Hey. I’m Erica.” She finally spoke – my god her voice was like music – as the elevator doors closed in front of us. We were the only ones there. “Your floor?”

“I-I’m Kacie…urm…I’m on the 10th floor too.” I stuttered. She turned her head and smirked, as if I couldn’t see it. Maybe I should find a way into her room tonight…  I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at one of the walls of the smallest elevators I’ve ever been in. I snuck a few glances at Erica who couldn’t control that little smirk on her face as I saw her eyes flicker to my rainbow bracelet.

“What are you doing in New York?” she asked

“Vacation for a week,” I answered simply, shrugging my shoulders.

“Alone?” The hope in her voice was impossible to ignore.

I looked down at my feet in an attempt to hide my red cheeks. “Y-yes.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: AfroerotiK   Category:Lesbian

Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She’d been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else’s man.

Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren’t after illicit sex and extramarital liaisons with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a married woman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She’d served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she’d had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her heart’s content.

Several local galleries were showing her work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the bills so she was comfortable and happy. Single life wasn’t necessarily to her liking but she wasn’t so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn’t really have a care in the world.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn’t been for her trusty letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She’d injured her back in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood sugar hadn’t been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual, “Take care, don’t over-exert yourself, take two pain killers and call me in the morning,” shtick.

The combination of the medicine and the fact that she hadn’t been eating well were causing her glucose levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come visit her home for follow up visits and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their care for their own is beyond compare. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author:NewWriter Category: Crushes

“Finally!” Amber blurted out as her pitcher of beer was being sat down on the table. The waiter stuttered out how sorry he was it took so long but they had to change out the keg.

“It’s fine” Amber sighed, as a few of the girls she was with started to giggle. Amber was already feeling the pitcher before this one, and the one before that.

“Don’t you think you have had enough?” a deep gritty voice said behind her. Amber would know that voice anywhere, turning around with a huge drunken grin. Mike was standing above her ready to catch her when she threw herself into his arms.

“You got my text!” Amber slurred out, as Mike nodded to the other girls at the table.

“Someone had to come get you, wild woman” smiling that bright sexy smile. Amber began to feel something more than just drunk.

Mike sat down next to Amber and put his hand on her thigh moving it up and down slowly already knowing where this night was going to end up. It had been weeks since Amber had called him and he was just starting to get to the point where he would have accepted he was just a booty call to her. He wanted more, so much more than just a night of fun. As Mike ordered a coke he waited for Amber to finish her third pitcher of the night as the girls kept topping off their beers to keep Amber from getting too much more intoxicated, Mike sat back and enjoyed Amber’s company, nodding at all the right spots, and laughing when she would spill something. Read the rest of this entry »

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