read comments (0)Erotic Stories #2 – After Class Lessons
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Professor Anders was one of those older women who just never lost the Ummmmphhh God gave em. She was maybe in her late 50’s, classically graying hair, classy dress that only hinted at the body underneath. Best of all though, were those legs; Long, Tina Turner, Ya-So-I’m-Older-But-I-Still-Look-Damn-Good legs. I would sit in class every day and imagine feeling those legs on my shoulders.
At first the fantasies were just in passing when she bent or crouched down to get something, mere momentary flights of fantasy. In time though, I found myself imagining it more and more until I found I was not paying attention to what she was saying when she lectured any more. Instead, I was imagining those full lips kissing me or sucking me. My grades showed my lack of attention unfortunately. Read the rest of this entry »
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Erotic Stories #3 – Beaver hunt
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Thinking of the perfect gift is always hard when you want it to be just the right one for that special someone in your life. My husband’s birthday is next week and I still haven’t found the perfect gift for him yet. His favorite past time second to sex is hunting. I decided to pick up one of his hunting magazines and see if it would give me some kind of idea. I started to read an article about a beautiful hunting lodge in Pennsylvania, where there was plenty of white tail dear to hunt. I realized this would make a great gift. He’s been overworked lately at the office and under a lot of stress. He will never expect a surprise trip like this. Read the rest of this entry »
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Erotic Stories #1 – Roads Best Traveled
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He starts between my shoulders.
Not with kisses. Pecks would put me on edge as I wondered when and where he would plant the next. Instead, he uses his thumbs. He pushes their tips into to hollows at the edges of my shoulder blades where, if I had any, angel wings would hinge.
He pushes almost deep enough to hurt. I close my eyes and will myself beneath the pain. I take a deep breath. As my chest expands my ribs rotate about his thumbs, grazing my nipples across the mattress. My next breath is even deeper. It presses against my stomach. Read the rest of this entry »
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