erotica stories and histories

Prologue
My lover came back from a weeks-long work trip to Singapore. She brought home multiple souvenirs for the two of us, but she insisted I come visit her to receive mine. We live in two different places, two-and-a-half hours apart.
When schedules aligned, we had a lovely dinner and then went back to her house to open her gifts to each of us. My box contained a lovely silk kimono with a hand-written note for me to take my shower and meet her by the fireplace....

Isn't life and love a complicated thing? Especially when you have both mixed at the same time.
They say life is worthless without love and that love makes life worth living. If this is the truth; why do I sit here looking at my complicated situation, wondering where my life is going to go?
Anyway; my name is Mary. I live a normal life, self-doubt, stress, work, kids, going through a divorce and starting my journey, again. I have one issue though, a want for attention and love. I know that I don't need...

Joseph couldn't take it anymore. It had been two weeks since he had first fucked Danny, and he was so stressed he thought he might be developing a stomach ulcer trying to keep the secret. Not that that stopped him from doing it again.
And again.
And again.
Joseph bent that man over damn near every surface of the house next-door. He'd even fucked him in the backyard, behind the safety of the fence with his sweat-soaked shirt stuffed in Danny's mouth to keep his noises from alerting the neighborhood....

Average Joe: Ch 1 - The Arrival
By Nutmegman
I was sitting under the awning of my camper. A book was in my hands, but I wasn't reading. I was just looking out into oblivion.
I still couldn't believe I was here alone. Every year for the past 13 years, she was here with me. It was her idea to come here and not go anywhere else. We had so much fun here....

This is a dual POV series told from Jacky's POV. For the other side of this experience--told through Katie's eyes--check out "Angels Landing (Katie's POV)" by KatieEmily. We're writing from opposite sides of the same story, so be sure to follow both for the full experience. All my stories are fiction and all characters are presented as 18+ years of age....

I've never been into quick, almost anonymous sex. Don't get me wrong, it is beyond hot to growl and dive into it on the spur of the moment.
Recently, something happened that changed my mind.
Shortly after my downstairs neighbor, Tracy, moved in, I walked across the parking lot to go around to the back of the building and enjoy the shade while I read. I looked over toward Tracy's door, which was completely open....

Part 1: The Day Out
It was one of those stupidly hot afternoons where the sun felt like it had something personal against us. We'd meant to get out early to run errands, but of course it was already past noon by the time we pulled into the grocery store parking lot.
I was wearing my new yoga shorts - the blue ones. Short, snug, a little high-waisted with that ribbed waistband that hugged just right. I'd tried them on the day they arrived, standing in front of the mirror with a shrug, pretending not to...

It was trivia night, though neither of you remember a single question. The bar was over lit, the sound mix bad--it was difficult to hear the questions. A typical Tuesday, tables full of people half-listening to the host and overthinking the spelling of "acquiesce."
You sat with your wife in a booth near the back. She wore a red blouse--and tan pants too, you can't remember now--striking in a way that didn't announce itself; elegant, composed, not overtly sexual, but with a quiet sensuality that lingered ...

Callie
After I got ready, I found David by his bike. If he could ever be away from that thing for more than a week, it would be a miracle. He was wiping it down with a moist towelette. Even in the moonlight, I could see the dust reveal its shiny silver outline better.
"Ready! Are you going like that?" I asked, pointing at his naked chest. David had on no shirt, showing off his hairy chest, and a pair of blue swim shorts. I still wore my shorts from earlier that day, but my pastel pink bikini top was a...

"You just slip out the back, Jack.
Make a new plan, Stan.
You don't need to be coy, Roy.
Just get yourself free." - Paul Simon
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When I woke up, I heard a peal of thunder that shook the house and the driving rain slapped hard against my bedroom window. I thought about how fitting this was, considering the task at hand in the city today....

Gianna O'Reilly was twenty five. She was single, living alone in a modest studio apartment downtown.
Her curly brunette hair framed her beautiful face. Her pale skin was dusted with freckles.
She had a big, beautiful ass. Her small, perky breasts were very cute. She was curvy, thick in that porn star kind of way. She looked absolutely incredible naked....

This chapter takes place immediately following Ch. 15 so read that one first. As always, please rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort
"What in the world did you do to that woman?"
Jessica was standing in her kitchen in Pleasure Point, pouring Paul a cup of coffee, with a bemused smile on her face....

The Sodomization of Ida
SoI-2 Training Day
Ida's 1st training session becomes a full swap orgy
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Ida's first anal training session was about to begin as soon as I stood up and helped Tina to her knees directly in front of the couch facing me. I told her, "Take my cock out." She opened my belt and unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down and then hooked her fingers over my waist band and pulled both my shorts and jeans off in one smooth motion. Did Jack notice th...

Well not a real kiss, more a kind of metaphorical kiss.
I was driving along at the fifty speed limit... well that's what I'll claim if asked, singing along to to Hot Chocolate: "... Never thought it would come to this." A red van coming towards me stopped abruptly and a silver van shot out from behind it into my side of the road: "S H I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I T"...

The next morning, after another glorious round with my sisters, I hurry home to change and head to the school. For Senior Disneyland Day, we're required to meet at the school for check-in, and then we have to be back to the buses by a certain time for the end of school, but most of us will be returning to spend the rest of the day in the park. It's kind of stupid, but it's how they're keeping attendance, so it's a necessary annoyance we have to deal with....

So, nobody in this story is real, they're in a dream. But even in the dream they're adults. Fairly consenting ones too!
Do I even want to remember this? Can I make a story out of it? There's so little left of this dream now. I can remember what she looked and sounded like. I remember what she was wearing, and how I felt. I can remember what we were talking about, in the sense that we knew one another, and that I knew she'd been the victim of some sort of assault. I felt somehow responsible, but she belie...

MY WIFE'S BEST FRIEND


CHAPTER 1

My wife and I were out with our friends Chuck and Elaine at a local steak and rib house that we all like. We had been friends with them since Elaine and Lisa, my wife, met about 10 years ago at the dentist's office where Elaine worked as a dental hygienist. Lisa was a patient and they talked and became friends. When I met her husband Chuck we hit it off pretty well and became friends also. The four of us did a lot of things together and went on trips togethe...

My name is Dannielle, I'm 27, petite and have always been fit, some might even say sexy. I try to go to the gym as much as I can, I like to keep myself trim so I feel good and look great in tight fitting clothes. I've been married for 7 years and although I love my husband I've always thought sex was a bit overrated. Scott was my first and only sexual partner so I'd just assumed that this was the way it was with everyone. The last thing I ever thought I'd do was cheat....

*Ring-ring. Ring-Ring. Ring-Ring*
Fuck. Now what?
I reached over and finger-stabbed the 'Answer' button under Finn's face.
"What do you want, Finn?"
"Hey Max! Just calling to check..."
"You tell that small-dicked fat fuck listening in that I told you 'End of the Week'. That's three days away. And now, for every time you call me until I send you the rewritten pages, I'm going to tack on and extra day and spend the rest of the day after our phone call digging up more dirt on the bastard. End of...

The next morning, I went out to get a feel for the city. I'd only been there for a few days and it was my first time, so I walked about the neighborhood, finding a gym around the corner and signing up for a handful of sessions... I wasn't sure when I'd be moving on, so didn't want anything long-term....

She'd barely left but already missed him so, as it was, whenever they were apart. The minutes stretched into days, and this time it was going to be weeks. She'll miss his nightly calls and all-day texts, whether they be suggestive or mundane. She was already having trouble sleeping.
She started to pass the time by scrolling back and reading through their texts. She stumbled across... ok, looked for, their early texts. The heat was so intense as they teased each other late into the night. They were quite ...

This is the first chapter of a story I plan to expand in a series. It is about mind games, seduction, desire and reluctance transformed into desire. The build-up is slow but I plan a few mind-blowing twists along the way, so please, bear with me...
All the characters are over 18 years old and there will be no humiliation or forced interactions whatsoever along the way. The main character is Alyssa, but the other characters are unique in their own way and they will have their points of view. Please excuse...

His phone buzzed just as he pulled his shirt over his head, body still humming from too much alcohol and too many bad decisions. He was half-drunk, half-hard, and entirely missing her.
Autumn: You busy?
Ryan: Just got in. Everyone's still drinking downstairs. I ditched. Why?
Autumn: Because I'm in your shirt. In our bed. Thinking about you....

Introduction: What Breaks Us
They never tell you that sometimes the worst part of breaking something isn't the moment it shatters--it's the slow unraveling after. The days that follow, when the pieces don't make sense anymore. When you're still sleeping in the wreckage, calling it home.
This isn't a redemption story....

Ryan's phone buzzed against the desk just as he finished jotting down some notes for the meeting. He glanced at the screen and smiled before even reading the message.
Autumn: Finally finished those paintings I was stuck on. Three in one morning. I think that deserves a reward.
He chuckled, thumbs already moving as he texted back....

Ryan pushed the front door open and was immediately hit by a wall of sweet, warm air and the unmistakable scent of vanilla, sugar, and something burning.
"Autumn?" he called, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door.
No answer. He rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze.
Flour covered every visible surface--the counter, the stools, the floor, even the edge of the sink. A handprint smudged across the fridge door like she'd used it to steady herself mid-sprint. Trays of cookies and cupcakes we...

It might be as well to read Part 1 to get a sense of the relationships between these neighbours and families.
This is the second part to the hedonistic tale of a hot summer in the UK. I'd gone completely off the rails and I knew it would ultimately end in tears. How complicated it would become I hadn't realised....

Ovulation week was crazy.
All it took was a firm handshake, a gentle smile, and the low morning voice of "Good Morning" from your boss to set you off and think about getting finger fucked over his lap for everyone to ogle and goon to, while you're being made a wet and helpless shaking mess.
Your boss was hot. He was so fucking hot, oh my god. Being his secretary was not an easy feat. He had a dazzling smile, with just one dimple that cradled his cheek every time he smiled, and he had the gentlest doe ...

Callie
For how simplistic the campground was, it was still rustically nice. The batches of grass matched the tops of the long, slim trees around us. Some of them were curved, perfect for hanging up trash bags, fairy lights, or other activities.
The guys who had stayed must have started a fire, because I saw a lot of smoke in the distance and a pile of wood sitting out. I grabbed a log and walked over to talk to Liam and Tina. They sat at opposite sides of the flame, trying to escape the smoke. Tina wa...

"Revenge is a dish best served cold". - Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
My weekend was very quiet, too quiet as a matter of fact. I had not heard from my wife, Casey in a few days. Probably doing monkey business with her Building Manager again. I did a lot of thinking on Sunday. What my life is, where it was going and what I should do, if anything, next....