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The House Sitter-Part 2

The House Sitter-Part 2

After Saturday night’s main event, some more rest was in order.  Viv gave me time off for good behavior and then came over to see me again. It was Tuesday and she was ready again for some more sexual debauchery.    “Aaron, I’m going to rock your socks off tonight. You come over about eight and there will be ‘no holds’ barred.” I answered, “Yes Ma’am.”  Eight o’clock arrived, I walked

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Road Trip

Road Trip

Another workday traveling. Another boring anonymous hotel… though this one is a small improvement from the usual dumps where my company books me. It even has a bar! I figure I’ve earned a glass of wine and I head on down. I’m still wearing my work …

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Double Trouble (Part One)

Double Trouble (Part One)

You were home alone and feeling rather sorry for yourself. You imagined what your friends might be doing, and who with. You looked at Facebook which only made you more depressed, so you went to Lush to have some, pick-me-up erotic conversations which only frustrated you more until you saw your friend, Rachel Hinds online. She always managed to hit the right spot for you and it wasn’t long

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Cousin Chloe's Visit

Cousin Chloe's Visit

It was Easter weekend and my Aunt Jennie was leaving town with her husband for a vacation. Chloe was sixteen and had developed early as did mom, me, and her mom. Chloe was going to stay at our house for the weekend. I told her she could stay with me in my room. She arrived late Friday evening, and I helped her put her things in my room. Mom and I wore nighties and dad had on satin pajama

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Uniform Ass Play

Uniform Ass Play

I rang the doorbell again. What was taking him so long? I was desperate to get inside – I couldn’t stand the embarrassment of being caught by a stranger, standing at Mark’s door in my old field hockey uniform. Mark had texted me an hour earlier. His message was straight to the point: Mark: Come over at 7:00 pm. Wear that old uniform you were talking about and a pair of white panties. Put

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Waterbury Hills High School – Kyle's Welcome

Waterbury Hills High School – Kyle's Welcome

Waterbury Hills, CA, was the epicenter of the Hippies’ movement of the 1960s and 70s.  Now in 1990, things were a bit more mainstream, but still left of center compared to the rest of America.  The locals held onto their very liberal outlook on life, and the transplanted residents generally found their way to Waterbury Hills intentionally.  Indeed, realtors regularly warned

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Spanking an Elf Maiden

Spanking an Elf Maiden

It had been the Prince’s Twenty-first name day and the entire city had erupted in royal celebration. A morning of granting Knighthoods, the ever popular “courting of the Prince” where common girls pantomimed the gifting and courting of the prince – which he nobly played along with every year – and a Parade. Many came to bend the knee and pay their respects to their human future king. This

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Shakers Of Sand

Shakers Of Sand

Like a caravan my memories traverse Over dunes of my mind’s thinker And shakers of sand. On an escalator to the ascending moon With footprints in Arizona, Shooting a Tequila. As the Sonoran sun falls And the Red Centaury sleeps, As we kiss neath a zephyr’s touch And the hackles of the saguaro. From the edges of the auberge noire, The night’s sands slip away, Leaving

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Summertime Fun

Summertime Fun

It was a good few years ago – I was nearly nineteen – when four of us, Karen, Sarah, Dave and I, did our service part of an award scheme on a two-week youth camp in Norfolk. The campsite was organised around the edges of a two-hundred-metre square field. On one side was the group marquee, cook tents, and senior adult leader tents. Along the adjacent side were the boys’ tents. Our two

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The Triplets

The Triplets

My name is Mark, and I am not like normal people, I have the rare honour of being one of three; I am a triplet. My siblings, born on the same day as me, are the two most beautiful girls I know – besides my mom, of course. We were born over the span of six hours; my sister Lisa is the oldest and I the youngest, a fact my sisters keep letting me know. We have always been really close, and mom

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Kiss from a rose

Kiss from a rose

A kiss from a rose, On a beautiful sunset night As the sun casts down, It’s golden rays of light. Upon the cotton candy clouds, Turning them bright red; fire red As they dip into the sea, Disappearing over the horizon. As the waves crashing, Upon the cliffs  Breaking the silence, As my English Rose kissed me. As we held each other, In a lovers embrace Locking lips as we kissed, Sealing

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Karen and the unwrapping of the bride party, conclusion

Karen and the unwrapping of the bride party, conclusion

Karen walked naked out on the rear deck. It was now time for the real party to start. Karen told everyone that she would make sure that they all would get a chance to plant their seeds deep within her womb, but only once. They should make the best of it. Since she would be fucking fifteen men, she would take a break and freshen up after every fifth man fucked her. The more pleasure they

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Emmanuelle: part nine

Emmanuelle: part nine

I had never spent half a concert watching a friend eat another woman. Did the whole come to more than the sum of the parts, or did each detract from the other? After Ekaterina had orgasmed for the third time, Emm was allowed to take her seat next to her new Mistress. I kept a wary eye on Ivana, who clearly had an itch she wanted me to scratch. As the audience rose in acclamation. I

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Family Matters

Family Matters

I’m Kevin 27 married 2 years ago, average build 6′. I married Danica 24 5’7 great figure and looks. Last year Danica had our first child and her mother Maria 46 good figure and looks came to stay, a widow and as Danica had complications after the bi…

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Fur Baby

Fur Baby

We were too young, but happily free;   Was it true love, we thought it could be. Our hormones raged, while being virgin dumb;   Crazy horny, in dire need to get some. I always knew what, I wanted for me;   Needed to play, with a furry baby. Thoughts of it being, snug, warm and slicked wet;   Soft fuzzy feel, that I lusted to pet. So when it was time, she introduced us;   Tried acting

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My Favorite Chair

My Favorite Chair

“Pass it and turn it up!” She had that infectious grin on her face and reached for my pipe with her small nimble fingers. I handed it to her and without hesitation, she brought it to her beautiful full lips, lit the lighter and took a deep hit. I was mesmerized by her. I always had been. Her small frame squirmed, dancing in the overstuffed armchair and took another hit.   Music. It was

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Aunt Beth

Aunt Beth

I’m David now 28. Long Story short, when I was 11 my parents died in an accident. I came to live with Aunt Beth (Mom’s younger Sister) and Uncle Ken. Beth was 27 at the time and couldn’t have any children after a bad car accident 2 years before. I li…

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My hot wife

My hot wife

My wife Trish of 9 years is an Asian doll. She is 4 ft, 9 inches tall weighs 97 pounds has perky 34 C-cup breasts and a bubble butt that men want to bite and was very easy to bring into a wife sharing lifestyle. We were newly weds and couldn’t keep…

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LeeAnn

LeeAnn

In keeping with the rules here, I will tell you this true story, but you have to do your own math.

I was a sophmore in high school, and was not a virgin thanks to the milf neighbor of mine. But that is another story. Anyway, I met LeeAnn at a dance …

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Free erotic short stories to make your ardor harder and your panties damp.

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The Shadow Knows

The Shadow Knows

He was pounding into me.  Just the way I like it sometimes.  I love making love sweetly and gently and sometimes I just need to be fucked.  The throw my legs over your shoulders, bury your head in the pillow, grab my ass-cheeks in both hands and slam the shit out of my little pussy.   Between thrusts so hard that my head was about to start a rhythmic thumping of the headboard, I turned my

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Kerrie’s Journey: Chapter 12-Surprise! Timmy and I get caught by Amy and Becca

Kerrie’s Journey: Chapter 12-Surprise! Timmy and I get caught by Amy and Becca

The morning after my tryst with my eighteen-year-old twin daughters, Amy and Becca, we woke late. The girls were still in my bed. We had fallen asleep cuddled up with one on either side of me. During the night, they’d rolled away and now lay beside me-Amy on her back and Becca on her tummy. Both were nude. I couldn’t resist rubbing Becca’s back. She stirred, murmured, woke and smiled. “Oh

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