Erotic Stories

This was submitted by one of our readers. Thanks London, 1823 She stood waiting, watching the night pass slowly outside her window. The room was warm and filled with shadows from the fire. She wore a simple sheath gown of dark green, the velvet material clinging lightly to her curves before falling at her bare feet.

After many hours of tortuous waiting, I am still confined to the bonds that hold me. My Mistress left around eight with some of her friends, promising to return sometime tonight. She did not say when.

Amanda was tired of watching TV and drinking beer. That's what she does every Fridays and Saturdays but now she'd had enough. Life was boring for her, especially when she had no friends living in the neighborhoods.

BDSM Erotic Story

Gay erotic story.

The secretary drew to a halt upon entering the spacious office where Mona was located. She previously advised her employees under no uncertain terms is she to be interrupted. A feeling of dread caused the secretary to cringe inwardly, she hated to be the bearer of any news, no matter how slight. (soft knock on the door)

The night is rather cold and Ann and I move quickly up the stairs to my apartment. As we go inside Ann moves close to me to warm herself. I run my hands slowly up and down her back as I softly kissed my way down the side of her neck. She turns her face to me, seeking my lips, eagerly entwining her tongue with mine. We kiss hard for a moment before I step back rubbed my hands over Ann's ample tits. I slowly feel my way around her boobs and she grabs my hands and presses herself against them. Ann has always loved me mashing her big melons firmly against her chest and then rotating my hands like her boobs were balloons on a table.

After a hard day at work I decided to walk down to the candy store a couple of blocks from my home. I was walking through the store when I came across the magazine rack. I spotted Penthouse and figured that since my wife would be away for a couple of days, I would buy it and bring it home.

True story from Alex. All about how appearances can be tricking.

Sarah was sitting in the local bar. She had dressed up in a short black skirt, tight red cowl neck top and her favourite fuck me boots. She had no underwear on, and was excited to see what the evening might hold.

This story was submitted by one of our readers. Thanks Alex for the great story.

The second part to our story. Go on grab a cuppa, sit in the chair and relax. So why you looking so flushed then?

This is part one of a two part story. Get yourself a cuppa, sit in a comfy chair and enjoy.