Sex Stories

{January 13, 2010}   Hard nipples

Steffi Lange swep into her office with a grim look on her face while her executive assistant, Shelly Engel, rolled her eyes and thought to herself, “Oh shit, it’s gonna be one of those days!!!” After pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked on Steffi’s door and entered he boss’s office. “Here’s your coffee and the Journal, she said, placing them on the desk in front of the blond executive. “Men are such pigs,” spat Steffi! “What happened,” asked Shelly, as she took a chair across from the large desk in front of her boss? “When I was walking from the train I think every man on the street must have looked at my chest, it just makes me sick,” said an irate Steffi!!!

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{January 13, 2010}   Dad’s tapes

Her dad didn’t even know that she knew about his cache of X-rated videos he had hidden on the top shelf of bed room closet. Danni had found them purely by accident when she was looking for an extra blanket last winter. What she found under the blanket, was a box filled with about twenty videos that had just about every type of sexual orientation you could imagine! When her folks were gone, she would take one out and watch it, totally fascinated by the action on the screen. Being eighteen, she had heard of some of the things she saw, like the gay and lesbian stuff, but when it came to the transsexual tapes, well that was just TOO much!!!

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{January 13, 2010}   Bombs away

It’s 1941 London, England. The Nazis are using there superior air power to try and bring Winston Churchill and the people of England to there knees. The only thing standing between Hitler and the total conquest of England and the rest of Europe for that matter, was a relatively small contingent of fliers known as the RAF. Flying their Spitfire fighters against the powerful German Lufewaffe, the brave English pilots prevented the invasion of their island nation, but could not halt the massive destruction caused by the London Blitz. It was during these bombings of London that a little known phenomena presented itself. It was discovered that for many women, the feeling of terror and the shaking and thundering of the Nazi armament caused many women to experience intense sexual gratification. As the bombings intensified, the excitement increased roportionately.

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{January 13, 2010}   Strangers in the Night

The night was unusually quiet for this city. Working as a London escort I often had late nights and was used to walking home alone, but there was something strange about tonight; no groups of drunks stumbling about as usual, no tramps mumbling as I walked past. There was no traffic, and the only sound I could hear was the click of my high heeled shoes on the pavement.

Something about the atmosphere had me on edge; the client I had seen earier was nice but dull – nothing creepy that would have left me feeling unsettled. But now, goosebumps rose on my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I quickened my pace to match my speeding heart beat; only 10 minutes back to my flat.

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My name is Tyler and I’m 18. I have the most beautiful girlfriend ever, she is also 18, called Anoushka. We had talked about having sex and losing our virginities but I had just thought we would have quick, normal sex. I had not anticipated that I would have amazingly hot, amazingly kinky sex. This is the story of how I lost my virginity, in an incredibly kinky way, to the most beautiful girl in the world (with the best body in the world). This story is completely non fictional and includes non-fictional characters.

Anoushka bent over, sliding down her red velvet knickers to her ankles, to reveal her soft, dripping pussy and tight arsehole. My boner twitched at this sight, causing me to let out a soft moan. She turned looked at me, still bent over, pussy on display, and smiled playfully.
“You ready?” she asked.
“Fuck yes!” I replied ecstatically.

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{January 10, 2010}   Raoul and Francesco

When I lived in Luton twenty years ago I got chatting to these two Spanish lorry drivers, Raul and Francesco, that I met one weekend in a bar downtown. It was a place I regularly went on weekends called the Hard Rock Cafe. Served a Spanish beer called Sol with a wedge of lime in the bottle neck and there was a lot of karaoke and singalong hilarity about the place. I found out that these guys would stop over in Luton on their journey north from Spain to Glasgow because the younger one, Francesco who was aged about 29 or 30 like me at the time, had an English girlfriend called Susan living in Luton. Usually Raoul, who would have been about ten years older, would sleep in the lorry cab while Francesco spent a night of passion with Susan somewhere in Luton other than the parents she normally lived with. Sometimes it was at a mates house or at a hotel.

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{January 10, 2010}   Dogging – The British Disease

Let me describe myself to you first of all so you can picture me when you read the following story. I am 26, 5”7 with short blonde bobbed hair & blue eyes, I have an all over tan, not an orange sun bed tan but a lovely honeyed beach earned tan! My legs and bum are my best features (so I’m told) although my breasts ( 32b ) are not bad either and I particularly like my cleavage which I try to enhance as much as possible with push up bra’s and low cut or tight tops. I always wear short skirts and either hold ups or bare legs with heels to A. show my legs off to their best advantage and B. to allow me to either give glimpses of my panties (generally thongs) or to be touched easily (especially on the tube but that’s another story!).

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{January 10, 2010}   My super rich boyfriend’s gift

I am an above average looking person, moderately successful in my own eyes. Most people may think I almost have everything in life. But the truth is there is one thing that I cant seem to get enough of. The desire to satisfy my urges.

I have a boy friend who is really nice at heart and simple. But then we often fight. The most common reason for our arguments is that i just dont see enough of him. He is extremely rich and successful and can probably buy me every possible thing on earth. But he just doesnt have the time to keep up with my urges.

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{January 10, 2010}   Shy Indian Wife’s Massage

We are an Indian couple from Kerala aged 34 and 38 yrs and married for seven years.

I had to go on a business trip which involved six hours of driving and my wife was with me in the car – After the meeeting we thought of visiting a nearby beach which is famous for Indian ayurvedic messages – I suggested that she go for a massage and she gave me a flat ‘NO” for her.

I requested a massage for myself and the guy who mas massaging me was just around twenty years old. I suggested that my wife watch the massage as she had never seen it before.

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