Jeff awoke in the darkened bedroom, certain that someone had called his name. He lay still and listened. The summer house was quiet. The alarm clock next to his bed told him that the time was 3:21 am. Lightning flickered in the sky over the lake. He counted until he heard the thunder. The storm was still far off. Perhaps it was the thunder that had awakened him. Nikki, the black cat who slept at the end of his bed, sensed that he was awake, stretched and padded up the bed purring. As he reached out to pet her, Nikki dropped heavily to the bedroom floor and meowed. She wanted to go outside and hunt. (more…)

The bar was dark, music throbbing in an endless din. Among the cacophony, you, J., and I are standing near the bar. I am wearing a tight long black leather skirt with a slit that reaches up to the top of my thigh and a sheer black long sleeved blouse with a velvet panel across the bust that is still not enough to conceal my full breasts as they try to burst over the top. I’m pantiless, braless, except for a bit of support in the velvet panel of the blouse.

Sandwiched between the two of you, none of us are really in the mood for the noise and smells of a bar that night or so I think. (more…)

*Chapter 2: The Arrangement*

Sarah waited outside of yet another mob hideout in search of the man that had killed her parents. After two weeks of searching she was getting a little bit anxious. She had already killed or injured five mob cronies, including one hitman. She concealed her self in the shadows of an alley way across the street.

Sarah had quickly taken this crime fighter thing seriously not only actively searching for anyone in the mafia but also protecting those that couldn’t defend themselves should she happen upon a crime. She had even come up with a custom that would help to conceal her from any watching eyes, and most importantly conceal her identity as she didn’t want her remaining loved ones to be in danger. The outfit wasn’t anything to fancy. A pair of black leather pants, a black leather vest, calf high boots, and a long black coat which she used to hide her weapons. About the only thing that was special about it was the black mask which covered the upper part of her face. The mask resembled the one that she had seen sported by the Black Cat in the Spiderman comics. She carried with her the two revolvers, and two semi-automatic pistols, as well as the two fully automatic Berettas and her MP5 which were all easy to conceal under her coat. (more…)

“Note: These are a series of short stories. We’re hoping the reader will find them erotic in and of themselves. We decided to put these ’snippets’ on the site and if anyone sees an idea he or she likes, feel free to take the story and develop it. We kicked around taking “Wee Squirts” out of the title, but felt it would be unfair to the reader. However, although short, we do hope you’ll enjoy them.”

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I guess I should let you know my name is Mandy. I’m a pretty conservative gal, but sometimes I find myself in situations that just seem to get out of hand. I’m not sure how my boyfriend, Tom, got everything started with me and his buddy, Bob, that evening, but he did. (more…)

This is a real-life story. It is not written in the usual style of “porno” stories, but rather like a story would be told between regular people. So if you’re looking for silly and unrealistic language, and action, read something else. If you want to learn of real-life erotic experiences this should interest you.

I’m now in my mid-forties and have had a very interesting life that includes several interesting and erotic sexual experiences. I’m sure most of you have such experiences and still enjoy remembering them and being, once again, sexually excited as you recall each touch, word, sight, sound, smell, and feeling. (more…)

I watch you from across the room, enjoying seeing you laughing and having fun. It’s been a long time since I’d been to a frat party, and I’m sure you were having more fun than I was, but I didn’t overly mind, though I didn’t miss being around a bunch of drunk frat boys. You’re standing, talking animatedly–and somewhat drunkenly–to your roommate, who’s sitting on a tattered sofa. I slowly start to make my way across the room, my eyes never leaving you, and slip in close behind you, wrapping one arm around you, my hand splayed on your belly. “Hi, gorgeous,” I whisper in your ear, then stroke your earlobe once with my tongue. You writhe in pleasure, rubbing your entire backside against me, and I can almost feel it as the smile steals over your face. (more…)

“This is a story that goes along with my losing a bet series about the fun with my sister and her husband. If you haven’t read it please try it you might like it. If you like or have comments please leave me a note.”

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Waking I heard the shower running, Beth must be getting ready to leave already. She had a seminar she was attending in L.A. This week. Needing to piss I decided to go join her. When I entered the john I could see her using the hand held shower spray to stimulate her pussy. We have a clear shower door, as we both like to watch the other when we are in there. As I sat to relieve myself I watched her. She must have been close to a climax because her eyes were closed. I finished and opened the door, she jumped a little then realized it was I. (more…)

It was one of those hot August nights. The type of night when you just want to sit on the patio and wait for a little breeze to come along to take the heat off your body, if only for a moment. I was sitting on the chaise lounge finishing off the last of my nice cool lemonade.

It was nearly midnight and the stars were out in all of their glory. I was thinking about getting up the energy to go get another drink when my husband John came out to join me. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top, both of which were probably about one size too small. (I like to show off my assets — hehe). John was wearing some shorts and a nice polo shirt. He looked good. His black hair was showing a little gray, but his body was still pretty fit for his age. As was mine. (more…)

Missy always hated the month of November because that is when deer season came in. I would usually spend 3 weeks in a camper with about six of my hunting buddies. I would only come home on Saturday night and leave on Sunday night to go back to our camper. Missy and I would normally spend Saturday night in bed making up for all the lack of sex from the previous week. Missy really hated being home alone and I would normally have to hear her complaining all day Sunday. Sometimes she would tease me that she might go and find another if she gets to lonely. I told her that if she got that lonely she could come out to the camp and I would take care of her. I never really expected her to take me up on that. (more…)

Last night I saw him again.

He called me on his way back home from an out of town business trip to see if there was any chance we could meet again in a couple of hours. By chance I was also on the road on my way to a late afternoon meeting for work. Thankfully, I was out of the house and had a good excuse and was able to agree to meet him.

I’ve been married for 10 years and have had a handful of long-term affairs. I also have had flings. I enjoy cock and my husband’s sexual appetite is not compatible with mine. We have sex, and it is ok, but it’s not the kind of sex that just keeps going for hours and he doesn’t have that type of stamina to satisfy me. (more…)