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Rose and Denny

by RonBo

Dennis Bragger pulled his shiny two year old Mercedes out of his garage, attached to his modest five room ranch house, and hit the door closer remote hanging from the driver's side sun visor. He had lived in this small and comfortable home for the past ten years. With his last two substantial raises at the brokerage house, along with his selling commissions, he knew that he could afford a larger house in a more affluent neighborhood but he was quite content with what he had.

The five rooms was more than enough for a bachelor living alone. He spent his extra money on stock investments that he monitored closely and on clothes. His closets were filled with expensive custom made suits, along with top quality slacks, shirts and accessories. Denny was a very content forty years old man.

In his mind his only shortcoming was the lacking of a female companion. He yearned for the intimacy of a relationship. He knew that because of the way he dressed and his mild manner most of his neighbors assumed that he was gay. But, he was not gay. He wanted a woman to lavish gifts on, share his free time with and yes, to be intimate with.

He pulled out into the quiet street, proceeding to the stop sign at the end which connected to a very busy main drag. Denny looked over at the nearby bus stop and was surprised to see his attractive neighbor Rose Dunn standing in the frigid temperatures moving her feet back and forth in an attempt to keep warm.

Denny pulled his car around the corner even though it was not his planned direction. Breakfast could wait. He lowered the passenger side window as he pulled up to the bus stop. "How about a ride Rose?"

She was thankful to get out of the cold wind. She smiled a big smile at Denny as she opened the car door and slid in. Her heavy winter coat opened far enough as she dropped into the seat for Denny to get a good look at her long stocking covered legs. Rose was aware that her coat was partially open and her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh as she tried to arrange her body in the seat. The best she could do was to arrange her coat to cover one of her trim legs.

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Juvenile Lesbians

by sagetoad

"For the aforementioned crimes, and a pattern of violence, I hereby sentence you to serve the remainder of your childhood, 3 years, 4 months, and 16 days, in the juvenile detention facility. Do you understand, Miss Crawford?"

"Yeah, Judge," Sarah said with an air of unconcern. She was scared shitless, but she wouldn't let it show, not in front of that asshole.

"I suggest you be more respectful," Mrs. Uleo, her worthless lawyer whispered urgently.

"Why, the asshole already screwed me, why kiss his ass now?"

"If you continue with this attitude, I'm afraid I can no longer represent you, young lady."

"Wow, no shit? Do me that favor, will you? You lazy piece of shit. If I had a real lawyer I wouldn't be going to detention now, would I. No wonder your ass is free. Go ahead, run," Sarah called as her lawyer packed her things and ran for the door.

"Worthless piece of shit," Sarah growled, loud enough for the entire room to hear her. "I'll look your ass up when I get out, bitch!"

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Morning After

by John Demille

We met in a bar where we danced the whole evening. She was a nurse from the nearby hospital and wanted to relax after a hard day's work. When she asked me back to her house I agreed, of course. The sex we had was good but not fantastic. After, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I woke up I could feel her naked body spooning against my back. As I stirred, I felt her arm around me and her hand grasping my morning erection. Turning around, I laughed and said, "good morning."

She squeezed my cock, leaned over me and gave me a sexy wet kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hand stroked my cock. For a moment, I wondered why she hadn't been as forward and sexy last night. Perhaps she is a morning person or maybe was too tired after work and a long evening. I returned the kiss and probed her mouth with my tongue.

She crawled over me and pressed her naked body against mine. My cock lay between her thighs which she pressed hard against me; she was much hotter this morning than she was yesterday. She was already good last night, but now she was red hot. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her soft breasts which I had so liked yesterday. They weren't there!

"My God!" I cried opening my eyes for the first time and saw what I had found so sexy. She had not lost her wonderful full breasts because she wasn't there. Instead, there was this young girl whose breasts wouldn't fill an A sized bra. I leaped out of the bed and stared at this enchanting young woman of about fifteen or sixteen years. Naked as the day she was born, she lay in the bed looking at me.

I suddenly realized that I too was naked, and she was looking at my hard cock.

"Come back to bed" she said, speaking for the first time. "I want to play some more."

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Sweet Sarah

by Anon

I missed you today. Yesterday, too.

I usually see you sometime during the day. You are there, in the ops room, behind the almost soundproof glass, either when I arrive, sometime while I'm there or before I leave.

Yesterday I missed you because I went out the back door and you were on the swing shift. I checked the log and found out you were in. That's good - I was afraid you might have left without me ever getting a chance to say much more than "Hello," or "Which machine has a connection to this printer?"

Your smile lights up my whole day. We've barely met, exchanged "Hi, how are you"s and smiles and waves. I'd like to take you to lunch.

"But you're married," you point out.

"I said lunch," I return with a smile. "Just lunch."


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Posted on: 2012-05-02
Posted In: Interracial
Tagged with: 2nd Person POV sex story ,Fantasy ,Seduction sex story ,sex story


by Anon

She lay panting having just cum several times that a body should, and more than it had in years. Seated, she looked up and smiled a smile languishing without cause sweating, which showed that it was not by any means. Apparently, neither was he also beat his erection against her thigh.

Turning and moving across the bed to him, she kissed him and stooped to take her nipple in his mouth and he teases, breastfeeding deeper for a moment before releasing it. Moving on down and taking his cock still covered with a piece of its juice in his mouth and hear him moan uncontrollably. She took deep, running her tongue on the underside. Suckling, indirect and licking and teasing it with his teeth. Her tail wagged her tongue against the drops of precum spread across her taste bittersweet.

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Posted on: 2011-04-20
Posted In: Erotica
Tagged with: erotic story ,fisting ,masturbation ,sex story

Last Night's Party!

by John Demille

Last night the craziest thing happened. I was at this fundraiser for some good cause I'm sure. I wasn't too interested with the going-ons around me. I didn't know anybody, and my friend who had dragged me into this shindig, had left with a desperate-looking chubby girl that he was sure to get lucky with.

Drink in hand, I wandered around trying find somebody interesting to strike up a conversation with. A couple of hours later and many drinks from the free bar, I had a pleasant buzz going on and still nobody to talk to.

That's not to say that I didn't start conversations. I did. Many of them. But for some reason, either my mood, or the drinks that I had consumed, nobody interested me. Quite a few ladies tried to prolong their boring conversations with me, but I didn't care and most of the time I just walked away.

My boredom lead me up the stairs in that joint to the next floor up which overlooked the big space where the party was held. The circular walkway was deserted as everybody was downstairs gabbing.

As I walked aimlessly, I reached a point where I saw a gorgeous set of legs, topped by a nicely curved ass of some woman leaning quite a bit forward on the stone banister. Her upper body was nearly horizontal. I approached closer to see who these fine body parts belonged to, but the side of her face was obscured by a huge column.

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Sarah and I

by John Demille

All the hypocrisy surrounding incest in the media is getting tiring and I'm starting to get sick of it. It's getting so bad that I feel I have to reveal some of my own secrets to create some semblance of balance. I've been having sex with my sister for years. We've always had a good time doing it and suffered no ill effects.

Unlike what people like to believe, we come from a normal, middle class family; not some degenerate perverts. It's may be a different picture to paint of the situation, but it happens to be the truth.

The stuff that I do with my sister, while kept secret from the rest of the world, including our parents, gives us a lot of happiness and well being. We're not abusing or exploiting each other as in so many other 'Normal' relationships we see around us. We are both very happy and well balanced and we have each other to thank for this.

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