Erotica

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She knew she had a bit of a wild side but she could never really let loose, certainly not within the confines of her 3-year old relationship with her first and only love. At 18, it felt like her whole life was ahead of her -- so many things to do, so many places to go and so many guys and girls to hook up with-- but she had to remain faithful to Bradley. He was everything she ever wanted and she was happy with him. He took care of all her physical and emotional needs but there were many things --many naughty things --that she had discovered and wanted to experience, the internet constantly bombarding her with imagery that constantly kept her fantasizing. She met a friend of her mother's who was surprisingly closer to her age than her mother's and even though the connection was not instant, he became a great ally assisting her during tough coursework. At 23, Tim had about the most sexually liberated mind a young person could have. He had seen it all and nothing, no matter how...

At 35, Jennifer was about as successful a lawyer as a woman her age could be. She had graduated at the top of her class at Harvard 12 years earlier and almost immediately began a meteoric rise to success at Edelstein & Grossman – one of the top corporate law firms on the East coast. In 5 years, she had been promoted 7 times and she had become the youngest female partner the firm had ever had at 30. But all that had come at a price; she was at the office at least 80 hours a week perusing case files, contracts, agreements – the works. She was no stranger to the midnight candle and all that hard work had left very little time for any social activities outside the occasional nightcaps with some of her colleagues when they had to work late and a few dinners the company put together when they were signing big clients or celebrating successful deals. She knew she had no time for a relationship but that didn’t mean she was sex starved either. She had been through her share of cute young ...

It's one of those lazy saturdays....it's a lovely day outside....you're making breakfast in that sexy little nitey you slept in...it's quiet except for the eggs on the stove...all of a sudden....you feel a soft warm kiss on the back of your neck, and then another, and then another as his warm hands caress every inch of you  You try to turn around but he wont let you...He holds you firmly as he pulls down the straps to your nitey...off one shoulder and then the other revealing your glistening naked body...he begins to kiss you down the trace of your spine, down to your lower back, stopping right to the tip of your buttocks, up and down....warm kisses and licks all over your back.... You love the way it feels....unexpectedly, he kneels behind you, pushing you slightly forward, spreading your legs, as he uses his tongue to trace the line, right through your butt, down to the beautiful mound between your legs..... He licks you gently....passionately, kissing your ...

It had been 6 months since she buried her husband – 6 of the loneliest months of her life; 12 to be exact considering that she had single-handedly nursed her dying bedridden husband for the entire period since his brain cancer diagnosis the year before. She cherished Peter and even though he could hardly do anything, she stayed with him right to the very end. The stress and the anguish of cleaning him up daily, administering IVs and slowly watching him lose his mind had taken their toll on her. She had lost weight, had visibly aged and felt like no better than an autumn leaf – dry and shriveled. At 30, she had gone from looking and feeling like the girl next door to an old lady waiting to die all alone. She was tired of feeling so awful and so one very ordinary night, she took a stroll down the beach... It was not really tourist season this time of year and she didnt expect to meet anyone at this time. She just needed a little wind in her hair and the sound of the splashing water...

It was like any cold autumn night in the windy city. The whistling of the trees outside, leaves flying around and a light drizzle - the perfect weather to relax and finish writing the last chapter of the book she had been slaving on for the last 2 months. She was exhausted but she had to meet the publisher's deadline. The loneliness and the cravings had started setting in and she knew it was only a matter of time before she lost her mind. It had been 6 months since Jeff had left and that translated to a 6-month dry spell....no kissing, no caressing, nothing.....She had occassionally tried to please herself but she had finally given up....it just wasn't the same when she was all by herself. Jeff might have been difficult, but one thing he knew how to do was please a woman's body - and selflessly- she had never met a man who was so willing to give pleasure expecting nothing in return. Tonight, she had her white tank top and her booty shorts on, with a shawl draped ove...