Chapter 07. Mark. (October 2010.) Writing about Dan in my last story reminded me of another, much more recent, encounter with a really young guy. This one occurred in October 2010, so I would have been 46 at the time, Mark was just 19! On my way to a travel lodge just outside the town of P, where I had a meeting planned for the following day, I passed a gu...
He'd been hanging around this one for some time, he just couldn't get enough of teenage girls; they were easy to seduce and were unlikely to tell their parents they'd been fucked, besides the threat of a beating usually stopped the ones he'd had to force himself on to, they having got cold feet, from going to any authority. His lifestyle renting cheap traile...
No matter when or where they met, her instant insatiability always amazed him. He'd never met a woman whose needs were so well-defined, and who wanted it all -- right then and there.... no matter where they happened to be. She could never get enough of their raw, roaring, primal sex. They had gotten to know each other's bodies so well over the past year, yet...
She wandered through the garden, breathing in the beauty surrounding her. How she loved to come here, to be engulfed by nature's canvas, and filled by the sound of its music. This was Sally's favorite escape from the turmoil and tensions of everyday life. Her flowing white skirt brushed against her silky legs as she slowly traveled the rows of roses. Every...
He looked at her on the plane, wondering if she really was as petrified as she had told him. She was hiding it, but only barely. He called the stewardess over and ordered her a drink. She was so scared she didn't notice it was for her until he touched her hand and placed it there. "You look like a ghost. Drink this." "Yes, Sir." She swallowed it down som...
This is why I'm hot. I'm the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned and dark-eyed Afro-Persian beauty you can't take your eyes off as I stride through the Boston University campus. Clad in my long blue winter jacket over dark blue jeans, my hair covered by a fashionable White hijab, I look hotter than most of the bare-headed Infidel chicks you see walking around downt...
CHAPTER ONE 'Double vodka coke and two pints of fosters, did you say?' Annette Fleming asked pleasantly. The man at the other side of the bar smiled back at her nodding. God, she was pretty. He tried to catch her eyes again but she focused on getting the drinks and did not look back at him until they were ready. Annette, or Netta as she was known to frie...
A few weeks back I was invited to go on a short break to visit Ron. He had been on the phone to Frank and had mentioned the idea of me paying him a visit and asked if I would consider it. After much chatting and deliberating it was decided that I would go down to Dorset for a visit for a long weekend, Friday to Monday. I made the travel arrangements and...
Footnote: This story is brought to you because a friend of mine bet me I could not work 'Nebraska' into an erotic story-- because, in her words, "Nothing erotic has ever happened in Nebraska." Judge for yourself. The saleswoman's head immediately turned when the man entered. He was in his thirties, muscular; not the most attractive man in the world by far,...
I would like to extend my thanks to EroticaSeanStyle for his editing assistance. This story may continue depending on the response. ***** The school day was over and most of the kids had gone home already. I looked at the ones left in the yard, but I didn't see my girl. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. As I was turning away from the w...