Erotica - Page 168



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell 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


The ride back was pretty intense. We had chosen the Skipper's trail to go down. It was probably a little too advanced for me. Paul had the time of his life launching himself down vertical drops. Whereas I was a little more circumspect. Perhaps a metaphor that summed us up perfectly



AngelaandMartinp2:Angela'ssession. Finallythatlittletwerpleft.AngelahatedherbrotherMartinwithallhermightyet,forsomereason,shefeltatinglefromdownbelow.There'snoway,shethought.Imean,itwasmybrotherforfuck'ssake!Butasshereacheddowntowipe,shenoticedshewaswetterthanusual.Alotwetter
During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure



Ginger Collins had been going around teasing all the older single men in the apartment complex. This smart assed little fifteen year old girl had been watching all kinds of internet porn, and she figured she knew how far she could push it without getting raped
It's hard being a divorced mum at Christmas time. And I don't just mean it's hard making ends meet and buying the presents. My boys, Troy and Kevin, weren't getting any socks and underwear under the tree. I know how to shop for teenagers



The marksman was carefully positioned below the ridge so that his silhouette would not be seen on the skyline. He sighted his rifle into the valley below. He had been stalking his quarry for three hours. He studied them through his telescope sights
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 46 HIS FUCKKY BIRTHDAY It was Friday and most important thing was, my husband's birthday on that day. According to our original plan, we were to celebrate it privately taking dinner outside and then in our bedroom



Sometimes when events in your life begin moving rapidly out of your control, you may agree to getting help; yet this may lead to unexpected events, especially when one such favor is asked for by a magician of utmost power and of a fearsome reputation



This story is a bit of a change from my others, but ties into them. Read to the end, to see how. There will be more chapters to come



Under His Spell by Pan When I felt the hand of my daughter’s boyfriend on my ass, I didn’t say anything



Authors Note: This is a long story, containing 10 chapters a prologue, and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other. The idea for this story came from a story idea forum
The twins split up to conduct their separate investigations. Brooke leads Shelly to a new place that even the Pillars don’t know about, while Jessica opens up about her past



I've been on a business trip, and I was only supposed to get home the day after tomorrow. But I figured the last two days will be nothing but partying and getting to know bisness associates. So, skip the partying and get home and nail the wife to the wall
The Dance: It was their twenty-eighth anniversary, and the first time they'd been out together dancing in so many years that neither remembered the last time. Not that they led a boring life or anything, they just hadn't danced