erotica stories and histories

It was our first nude yoga class, and the Florida heat had nothing on the tension between us.
Carol and I, both in our athletic fifties, stepped into the private yoga studio in Tampa, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity.
Carol, ever graceful, moved with calm confidence, her slim figure and pert curves drawing subtle glances even before the session began....

Tim discovered it felt great to be pegged, he liked it so much that he urged on Taylor, Chloe and Maddie to peg his ass, too. They had a feeling that he'd like it; they had all brought along their own personal strap-ons, and Chloe swung into position. Alexa got next to Tim, on hands and knees.
"Oh yeah, give my husband a nice buggering, I want to get my ass buggered too! A husband and wife assfuck, very fitting for a wedding night orgy!"...

All names, locations and references are fictional. The story may contain some mildly graphic descriptions of injuries and mention of death.
This a long read at 34k+ words, but felt it worked better as a single story than several smaller ones.
Physical Training is PT and every Marine will know what that means. The same could be said for Physical Therapy, especially for those that deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan. Of course, depending on what types of therapy, the person helping could easily be describe...

I loved the frequent blow jobs I was receiving from Camila. She was a fast learner and Maria had quickly left Camila to attend to me by herself. I guess Maria was happy now to be earning extra money without having to perform the sexual favors herself. I'd no idea what arrangement she'd worked out with Camila, but I expect Maria was pocketing the majority of the payment....

Time for some reality checks, wonderful and otherwise.
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The One With Realizations
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It was now spring, and Britney had not been at the Café for two of her regular shifts in a row. I felt excited, as it likely meant that she had had a couple of auditions. Hopefully, she would get some work from at least one of them. I didn't text her to ask what was up because she hated saying anything about any opportunity until she knew whether or not it was going to pan out....

"And how about you, sir? Could we have a look what's inside your bag?"
It's a sunny afternoon in late spring. I'm walking home from work, mindlessly navigating the traditional obstacle course to avoid the street vendors, chuggers, and sundry influencers getting in the way. It takes a moment for me to register that the question is meant for me, and I look up in amazement....

I am not sure why Jenny turned off the cameras at our home but I could care less. I am not her Matt right now. I am who I want to be and that is "Matty." I hate admitting how I like hearing Rob call me "Matty" at work. I think he has been noticing how I have been picking up extra shifts these past few months just to work on the days he is scheduled. That looks like his truck pulling into the parking lot. I should go find something to do. What if he has already seen me? Should I lint roll my uniform one more...

Sunday, May 4
Tom woke to Cody's hand and tongue on his turgid cock. The bedsheets were thrown back. She sucked him like she needed his cum to live. He stroked her hair and she looked up, leaving his rod temporarily forlorn.
"Hey, love," she said. "I woke up horny and wanted your cock. Hope you don't mind."...

It was a shame Kang was not present that afternoon. She would have been my ardent supporter and would have backed up every claim that I made about the centrality of sex and the necessity of remaining sensual and erotically sentient for a healthy, balanced life. Chun thought the opposite and pointed out that Kang's support would have robbed my project of its innocence and would have caused the girls to take pause and not humor me and patiently follow my lead....

Readers, this is another deleted scene that didn't quite fit (or wasn't imagined) when the original series was published. This one involves characters from Robert Brown and Son.

On The Edge of Love


Danger is an aphrodisiac

Grant took a deep lungful of early spring air and looked east across the Piedmont toward DC. He felt like a god climbing up on these rocky knobs, while the leaves were just the faintest of green sprigs on the limbs around them. Macy's black ponytail swung from the...

FINDING TIME FOR EACH OTHER

Alone again and gazing at her reflection in the en-suite bathroom's mirror, her thoughts spooled back to what had happened on the bed, the covers rumpled and the pillows on the floor; a bed she had lain on with Tom.
Her long, auburn hair, tied back and now looking unruly, framed a slender face. Her full lips had a rosy glow from what she knew had been a result of their lustful kisses. The cut of her lace-fringed sleeveless nightgown revealed the porcelain whiteness of h...

He knew it would be an interview unlike any other. Getting well paid domestic work in a large, well run, and cash rich estate was very difficult these days. Because there were so many applicants for each position that ever became available, the wealthy who lived in these mansions expected much higher standards now, and often they wanted their staff to be on call for almost anything, at anytime....

[October 2025]
I went to bed on Sunday night on what appeared to be just another day.
When I awoke Monday morning, the world had changed dramatically, Overnight, a group calling themselves the "Anti-Putin League" had eliminated everyone in North America who had any sort of power (politicians, judges, financiers, executives, religious leaders, members of law enforcement/security organizations, civil servants, even newscasters and popular social media personalities) who, in the APL's judgment, was "a st...

Carla drives us downtown, parks in front of a glass high-rise; Yvette's Modeling Agency sign adorns the front doors.
We go to the reception desk, "Carla to see Yvette, please tell her I have a desirable discovery for her."
A tall, well endowed, middle-aged brunette model appears, dressed elegantly in a tight-fitting gown slit all the way up her left side exposing her sculpted leg and hip, portraying a high-class image. Carla and her kiss each other's both cheeks European style greeting....

"Welcome to Bimbo for a Week. Where you can let go of all your real world responsibilities and embrace your inner nature as a bimbo" I hated saying that but my older brother made me say it all the women who come into our shop. I think he just liked making me feel stupid. The woman I had just parroted that to looked the exact opposite of a bimbo. Sharp, business suit, briefcase for God's sake. "Could you tell me a little more about your program? And also how much you charge?" she said, narrowing her eyes....

Rye is a quintessentially English town on the south east coast of the country. Cobblestones, taken from the chalk cliffs a little further up the coast, line the wiggly streets which wend their way up and down the hill on which the town is situated. It is on the far southern edge of the mystical Romney Marsh, the flat sheep-rearing countryside with a long history of smugglers and pirates. The river is tidal in Rye, all the way to the town quay, and sea mist regularly rolls in and engulfs the town in autumn; ...

All people are over 18 in this story.
"Bend your fucking knees Dave, lower a bit. I need your cock lower so I can push it in her ass, or I need a longer cock."
I heard Sue saying as I was fully occupied with two cocks in my mouth, two more in cunt and one in my ass waiting for Sue to push another one in my ass....

She's my Room Mate's Girl
Introduction
This is my first upload for a long time and I decided to do something different with this one. It has a more light of tone and plenty of humour. Part 1 in particular is more about sexual tension and heavy flirting than it is about sex. But Part 2 is already almost finished and will follow soon....

The ringing of my phone startled me from my sleep. The clock showed 1238pm. That couldn't be right. I reached over what appeared to be an empty bottle of vodka and grabbed my phone.
The bad news was my phone confirmed it was indeed 1238pm. The good news is the call I missed was from Courtney - the bartender I had met the night before. I decided I'd give her a call once I gathered my bearings....

'Am I a horrible person if I say that I am glad he's dead?' Isla looks at her friends guiltily.
'Of course not,' Fiona responds immediately, and Sarah, Helen and Betty nod in agreement. They all know what she means. Fred was ill, a slow deterioration process, with the "bonus" of Alzheimer's in the final stages of his illness, which meant that he often did not even recognise her. It had been an ordeal, and Isla had done her utmost to make the last part as pleasant as possible for her husband, but it had t...

The lingering warmth and taste of him in my mouth, on my lips and tongue, ignited a fierce, almost desperate boldness. A tremor ran through my hands as I reached for him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. A surge of heat, almost dizzying, made my vision swim for a moment. For the first time in days, a defiant smile stretched my lip. I stood, water cascading down my back, and pulled Dylan into a deep, possessive kiss, my hands tangling in his wet hair. A relentless, throbbing ache consu...

Gratefully I sink into my seat.  It is going to be a very long flight. NEWARK, my boarding pass says, but it's just another destination at the end of yet another flight.
I usually prefer to sit on the aisle but none of those seats are available and I feel lucky to even get a window.  True, it's in the very last row of the plane, but at least I don't have to endure the three hours sandwiched into a middle seat between an ex-pro football player and a mother with a screaming infant.  And with any luck the m...

"You sure you're in the right place buddy?"
(Hey look! We're developing a theme! Cool.)
Okay, given where I was and what I was immediately doing, it's a fair question. One does not usually see someone with an old-school leather notebook (A gift to myself a long time ago after getting my first novel published.), scribbling away while the room around him pulses with music and laughter....

"You're hilarious," Angela said, leaning over the chain-metal fence near the city trail.
"Thanks. It's been fun bantering with you, too." Angela had stopped jogging long enough to see what I was up to in the grass on my side of the fence. We ended up bantering for at least ten minutes as we traded jokes and observations about the people on the trail. Initially, when I heard her behind me, I was sure she was talking to someone else. Once the weather warmed up, I often saw her around. We had exchanged supe...

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Unexpected Affections is romantic harem story about a guy who would never have dreamed to find himself in such a situation. It's a story about sweet friends and trying to better yourself. This story will jump between categories; you've been warned.
This part includes reunions, MF, dirty talk, meeting the Best Friend....

"Get ready, Tim, and you'll get what you've been very curious about."
Tim was ready, here it was, his wedding night, and he was surrounded by Chloe, Maddie and Tay-Tay. They had decided just a simple ceremony, a justice of the peace, the girls, and his Dad and his two flight attendants/lovers there to witness the ceremony....

Erin came into the study to say good bye. She was heading to trivia night with her friends. I did not like trivia all that much and did not care to go. Besides, it was a chance for her to visit with her friends from work outside of the job more than anything, girls night out in other words.
Dam my wife always looked good. Asking a mental question to myself about her, I wondered if she was wearing panties. I would check when she got home. Complimenting her at the same time, we kissed before she left. I al...

It was Sunday and it was the first Sunday I wasn't scheduled to work since I moved to West Palm from Virginia. To be honest, work was wearing me down. The hours were long, the tips weren't great, and I was growing tired of Jimmy teasing me about having fucked two of his friends in the span of two weeks. I needed a new job. I needed new "friends." My 25th birthday was coming up in less than a month and I had absolutely no one to spend it with. Hell, I couldn't even find someone to go watch the Redskins game ...

I was awoken from a deep sleep by the beeping coming from my phone's alarm. After turning it off, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. It had been a rough Memorial Day weekend, and not in the good way.
Friday had started off well as I spent the late morning fucking Kate Hamilton in front of her husband. That sealed an agreement between the three of us in which I would have sex with her after I cleaned their pool....

That sexy brunette entered the lobby from the cold outdoors, her soft hair falling past her shoulders and down to her hips. She wore a wonderful white shirt with a low cut neck, where I could see the top half of those delicious breasts. My dick grew hard at the sight.
But after I admired her sweet body, I was astonished to see that she was crying. Tears ran down her face, and she tried to wipe them away....