Posted in Erotic stories

The Massage – Part 1 : Erotic story

Harry was away on a business trip in Tampa. He was called out to look after a client’s expensive yacht moored in the harbour down at the beach park isles. It was a tricky job correcting faults in the electronic navigation equipment the owner had recently installed. It interfered with the wireless internet of the yacht as well as the radar. The job proved to be difficult enough for him to have to stay the best part of a week to sort out the wiring and trouble shoot one ground loop after the other. It was a tedious job, boring, but he had to go through it methodically. By the end of the warm day he was nackered and thirsty.

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Webmeets Diary Ch. 08 : Gay story

Note to the reader: In this diary I have told the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I’ve done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters. This chapter, chapters 1 to 4 and 6 feature homosexual scenes, while chapters 5 and 7 feature heterosexual scenes.

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Back Alley Boi : Gay story

Roger stepped out of the club into the warm, dark night. He had been hoping to find some action, but had come up dry. There was a lot of groping and a lot of random licks and bites at nipples as he’d danced, but nothing that stuck and he was horny as hell. He didn’t like the baths. There were too many old trolls hanging around and this time of night, the pickings would be even worse. Those were right out. None of his regular fuck buddies was available, either. What was a man to do? Well, tonight, he was headed back to his empty bed and a porno in the dvd player for a date with his right hand. It was going to be a long walk.

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Pallet Sex : Gay story

The day started out dark and miserable and stayed that way. I was so tired of rain. Don’t get me wrong, I like to strip naked and run through it just as much as the next guy, but come on. We’d had eight days of straight rain. I was beginning to think the sun had left us for green pastures.

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Switch, Part 1 : Shemale story

I walked into the bar like I’d done so many times before. It was dark, the smoke burned my eyes, and it smelled of thirty years of beer and spilled cocktails. There was just one reason for my being there that night. I had the itch. My balls were swollen and filled with jizz and I wanted a fuck. Just another one-night stand. I never expected what I got.

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Anything He Wants : Gay story

There are many hot three-word combinations.

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Get down on your knees : Fetish story

He was spending some of his nights cruising porn sites on the internet and I knew it. It didn’t really bother me all that much, our marriage was strong, and our sex life was vanilla-flavored but strong as well. I didn’t worry about him meeting someone and running away from home, even though that sort of story is so common now. We were too strong and happy together, we meshed well, our differences making us stronger as a pair.

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Hispanic Realtor : Interracial story

Hot and sweaty from yard work, Ralph answered the phone on the fifth ring. His realtor, Midge, said that she had a hot property for him to look at, if he could do it today. The timing was bad. She was leaving town, and then he was leaving town. Ralph was afraid he would lose out if he wasted time. Midge got another realtor, Juanita, to show him the house, but only if he could leave immediately, sweaty clothes and all. Ralph agreed.

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My Very First Time : BDSM story

It was a beautiful night in October, a night full of cool chills blowing on the wind, a night that possessed the scent of passion and mystery. I could smell Halloween approaching as I drove my car into the newly finished subdivision on the east end of town. The houses where all original, none were like my cookie cutter house. I passed several beautiful houses that were still becoming homes; one even resembled a log cabin. 617 Wood Trail Drive was my destination; it seemed like an eternity before I finally saw 617 etched into a mailbox at the end of the dead end street. Pulling into the driveway, a Victorian style house with a stunning wrap around porch greeted me. I had never met him before; we met online and had only been talking on the phone for a few short weeks. He was the master I had been longing for, one of great intelligence of the lifestyle and patience for a fresh submissive like myself.

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Fucking Neighbors: Spring Fling : Group story

I hadn’t meant to fuck my wife’s yoga instructor, but it just kind of happened. I had stopped by about 30 minutes before that class started, to drop off a check and explain that my wife wasn’t going to be able to make it that week, but she looked so damn hot in that tight workout outfit which really emphasized her lush, squeezable breasts, so large for such a skinny and barely five foot tall woman. I must have struck her as inviting as well, because soon our lips were locked and I was peeling that top down off her shoulders, hoisting her tight round ass on her desk, my pants on the floor, her legs wrapping around me and pulling my cock into her moist love canal, it’s muscles clamping like a velvet vise, both of us lost in our frantic, passionate lustmaking. I was on the verge of coming when I noticed, in the mirror behind her, other women looking on us, their faces a mix of aghast distaste and voyeuristic delight. It was far too late to shut the damn door, far too late to suggest a hotel rendezvous, far too late do anything but let loose and squirt my seed into her ever so lovely cunt, as she cried out in release as well. Abashedly, I tried to slink out as it become readily apparent that her entire class, consisting of half a dozen or so of my wife’s friends, had observed us. Oddly, she didn’t seemed bothered – in fact, she seemed to secretly enjoy the audience. But I knew there was going to be hell to pay.

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