erotica stories and histories

Lori was traveling with her husband David. Lori had been married to David for over twenty years. Truth be told, she never really like him all that much. Unfortunately, her first husband passed away, which left her a desperate single mother. David, who was quite wealthy and found Lori beautiful, swooped in and made her his bride. Lori never felt anything towards David. She disliked how politics was his sole obsession. In terms of appearance, he was not unattractive, but a bit too old for her tastes. Still, s...

Thursday, April 24, 7:14AM
Brett Kozlowski briskly entered the elevator and depressed the 'L' button on its metallic panel. He and his wife Elise lived on the eighteenth floor in an apartment at Luxe, a very desirable, upscale complex in the heart of downtown.
Although he was headed to the office, work was the furthest thing on his mind. Since Tuesday, he had been almost entirely focused on one thing and one thing only: Abbi Belle....

During a steamy Thursday evening in Lisbon old quarters, an anonymous middle aged marriage walked downtown hand in hand. Like every other summer, they flew away to escape routine, rented an apartment, and enjoyed a little extra romance.
She was his everything, but little he knew what this trip would unfold....

My first girlfriend's sexual awakening
Part 1
Terry was my first girlfriend. We were both young. She was still in a catholic girl's high school. I did some dating in high school; but never had a sexual girlfriend before meeting her. Upon our first time having sex, she said she liked it. We both lived home so I would get a hotel room on the weekends so we could fuck. Ah.... the good old days where we could fuck three or four times a night before I had to take her home....

This is my first attempt to write, so please be gentle with me.
It started as an idea after joining AF and talking to a young lady from Thailand. Not getting much of a rise, I decided to create a story from it, with the desire to adapt it to my preferred route. This will have a slow build as a backstory needs to fill before the fun stuff can begin. So expect a slow first chapter but it will get interesting further on....

The bar wasn't crowded for a Thursday in June. It was a week before the students flocked to the coast, and the Memorial Day tourists had all gone home.
I'd walked into the Castaways for an early evening drink after a round of golf and before taking a long ocean drive in my convertible. That was the plan anyway. Halfway through my first sip, I looked across the bar and saw a vision....

The family house was home to four generations, as two sisters lived together with their families. My mother and her sister both had three children from three different men. In those days, men were the bread winners while the women looked after the house and the children. As we got older, more bedrooms were added to the house to give the four young women their privacy....

I closed my eyes, rested my hands in my lap as the lingering heat of Don's hand on my shoulder faded. All week it had been little touches. His hand on the small of my back while navigating the supply closet. His fingers brushing my hand as he handed me a pen. His thigh pressed up against mine as we ate lunch....

She had been busy all week helping her husband, Lord Dansett with the preparations for the upcoming charity day that was to be held on the estate the following weekend. It had been a hot week, and Lady Helena always felt a little more frisky when it was hot.
She wore a short pale yellow summer dress that floated in the breeze and showed off her slender legs to perfection. She walked lazily along the pathway down through the oriental styled rockery towards the back of the garage complex. All of their cars...

Sunshine Coast. Part 6
As this is Part 6 of this series, I strongly suggest that any new readers start with Part 1. My stories are as much about character development as they are erotica. Some phrases and words may seem strange or different to a lot of readers. Ie: Down under {not a pun} we call it an 'arse' not an 'ass'....

Driftwood Days
Lucan was thirty-five, a psychologist by profession but currently more like a guy catching his breath. He lived on the north coast of New South Wales, surfed daily, and had recently separated from his fiancée. Life was messy, and he was trying to find something that made sense. Achat showed up one night like a late-night snack you didn't mean to eat. He mostly used it to muck around--joke with strangers, dive into absurd conversations, and avoid his own overthinking. But deep down, he was ...

Writer's Note: This chapter is a lot tamer than usual. If you're looking for quick sex skip this one or go check the previous installments if you've not already read them :)
I scan the line of people waiting at the airport's arrivals gate, expecting to find Maddie waiting for me, probably with a shitty cardboard joke sign. And a big happy smile, her texts have turned downright horny in the past few days of our week apart....

This is a 2 part story (and possibly more!). Part 1 is from Ashton's perspective as she initiates the encounter with her mom's good friend, Kyle. Part 2 is Kyle's recounting of how Ashton seduced him. Your constructive feedback is always welcomed and appreciated! If you read both (and I hope you do) leave a comment about which POV you enjoyed most!...

After the Super Bowl that year, Courtney had helped me find a new bartending job. The restaurant wasn't as busy as my previous job, but I could no longer work with Jimmy and Kat. They were a toxic couple and I feared it would be even more dangerous for me if she were to find out about me and Jimmy. I had fucked him once more - in the bathroom after hours no less - and had no desire to create a love triangle. I didn't even like Jimmy, let alone love him. He was a mistake. One that I happened to make three ti...

Charlotte pulls her head back to look at me, beaming, her eyes sparkling with excitement and kindling a thrill deep in my gut...
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Chapter III: In the City of Angels
Section I: In which Charlotte gets a visit
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I am in LA for a week on business, meetings to nail down details for the screenplay treatment I've been working on for the past few weeks. When I told Charlotte I was coming to town, she told me I needed to stay with her at her loft, and I readily agreed. Since Switzerland we've be...

Erin Takes a Lover
As she felt Blake looking at her, Erin couldn't help thinking about something her husband Steven had said.
Steven had arrived at home just as the Amazon delivery driver was leaving. She meant to toss out the joke as a kind of meaningly tease.
"Oh, you caught us," she'd said. "If you'd come home earlier, you would have seen him bending me over the kitchen table."...

On Friday, I collected MJ, and we went to view the house. Well, I say the house. It was more like a small mansion surrounded by fields and trees. It was remote, but not that remote, a small village nearby with a few small local shops and a pub. The nearest town was another ten minutes away.
I could tell she fell in love with it straight away. It was impressive, with far more rooms than she needed, but a large house would always be part of the deal to get the stables and land she wanted....

Monday morning, I wake up feeling elated. Okay, Lexi the Bag Lady has now outed me as Paddle Man to every internet surfer and their dog. And yes, yesterday I noticed stares and giggles wherever I went. But, so far, the people who actually matter to me have been amused, yes, but supportive. And to top that, for the first time in my life, I've finally had the opportunity to explore my kinks, in two highly erotic experiences on two consecutive days. Spirits lifted, I'm now quite willing to grab life by the hor...

I have no idea how I got here. One minute I'm thrashing on a beat up Fender in a smoky club in a backwater town and eight months later I was playing the The Troubador in LA. I got a three record deal, and a new band. I hadn't let my hair grow to extreme lengths but it was brushing my shoulders. I couldn't believe the whole whirlwind that was around me right now. Being a rock star was turning out pretty cool....

THE OBEDIENT BRIDE
Demanding husband pushes his much younger teen bride's sexual limits, molding her into the hot wife he desires.
Alex watched his willowy young bride begin to dry herself after stepping out of the shower. She stood in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom, knowing that he liked to watch her as she stood naked in front of him. She was quickly learning what pleased her new husband....

Garcia took Juanita to see Marcell at his lounge, I went along.
Juanita looked like a celebrity on the red carpet, wearing a lowcut, sleeveless, strapless, backless, shimmering silver form fitting mini dress, black silk stockings. Her long black hair was parted down the middle, straight back on the right, and down and forward on the left. A subtle silver eyeshadow, and lipstick added to her beauty....

Note to readers: This is a true story. Most of my stories have some element of my real life in them but they quickly delve into the fantasy world. This story, however, is completely true and was published with the permission of "Megyn". Please enjoy. I sure did.
I was in my 20's and lived in South Florida. Megyn worked at the same environmental consulting firm as me, and I don't remember what she did. Office admin, or something. God, it's been over 30 years ago now and I still jerk off at the mere though...

The ringing of my phone awoke me at 1030am Monday morning. I wiped my eyes and grabbed my phone to see who it was. My lord... look who rose from the grave. It was my ex-boyfriend Matt. I had not heard from him since I moved down here nearly nearly four months ago. I decided to answer the call.
He and two of his friends, Tim and Eric, had taken a week off of work and had scheduled numerous rounds of golf which made their way north up through Florida. They had just played in Fort Lauderdale and were stoppi...

"Ass to ass, that's what we want!"
The males were surrounding the bed, hooting and shouting encouragement, as two bodies were writhing together on the bed. Linda was grunting as she bucked back on the 18-inch double dildo, each back thrust made Chloe moan with pleasure as the dildo was driven back into her. Mother and daughter were on hands and knees, ass to ass, the stiff dildo bonding their fuck-holes together as they rode that cunt stretcher. Both of them had a jewel top butt plug stuffed up their ass...

This is part fifteen of the ongoing Friends series. This story in particular can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends....

"Welcome in!"
I smiled, but I was thinking "who on earth decided that was a good way to greet customers? It just sounds wrong, unless that's the name of your hotel. What about 'welcome to Espressotopia?' French Pressure? Friends with Beanifits?'
"Sir?"
"Oh, sorry. Lost in thought" I said with a smile....

Two weeks after Paul's visit, Harry and I were invited to a barbecue the Shapins were throwing for friends and neighbors. Paul's wife, Carolyn, dropped by and spoke with Harry, who was out in the front yard mowing the lawn. I saw her from the bedroom, smiling, nodding, her hands respectfully clasped behind her back, bowing her head every few seconds as she chatted with Harry. She was wearing short blue jean shorts, red sneakers and sported a yellow light shirt from which bulged her large buxom, flashing an ...

Hunter and I have been married for twenty-six years. To an outsider, it's been a normal, straight from the rule book marriage. We met, we fell in love, we married, we had three children, a dog, two cars and a house with a white picket fence. All things the perfect, traditional marriage was supposed to have....

I was sitting in the living room. She sat on the chair across from me in her nightgown. In a sudden bout of courage, I stood and walked to her. Sitting down, I started rubbing her feet. It was just us. We were alone. Her nightgown was pushed up past her thighs.
"What are you doing?" She asked me. I put my lips to her foot and started slowly kissing her feet, licking her toes. She moaned softly....

They called it 7 Minutes in Heaven. God knows why.
Show me one teenager who had a moment of true happiness, shoved into the closet by their sexually confused high school friends, pressured to get it on with whoever happened to be thrown in there with them. More often than not, it was an exercise in humiliation....