erotic short stories

Here I am again to tell you my vicissitudes, dear diary... After the last experience I had with Laura at the truck stop, my fantasy has almost no brakes. And limits. Every day I think back to what happened together with my friend Laura, and many times I was tempted to go there. But at the last...

"How many are left?" asked Sofia. "These are the last two. Then we're done with the second round of interviews," replied Alessandra. "Alright, get going. I'll finish reading and then I'll catch up with you" she said as she scrolled through the folders on the laptop monitor. Alessandra took some...

Here I am again, as promised, to tell the sequel of what happened to me, and tried, to tell the truth.... I'm Paola, do you remember me? The one who had been waiting for Sergio to keep his promise of his return "in the company"... It's been a week since I met this super interesting friend...

When the phone rang, I didn't have time to figure out what time it was. As soon as I got out of work, I had to go home, wash and get ready, and then go immediately to the square of my hometown, where like every summer, the village festival began. "Yes ready!" I replied, it was one of my friends...

It had been over a year since I had moved to Treviso, both for courses and for work, and I would still have to spend several months there. Treviso is a particular city, I like it, with that desire to be a bit like Venice but the impossibility of succeeding, with that particular smell of fresh...

Since I can remember, Saturday afternoons after school were accompanied by moments of fun with friends, we thought only to run in the middle of the meadows, climb trees and play hide and seek etc. etc.. All this, however, until 17.00 where, I remember very well, we all gathered in the town...

Back in the room with Franco I try to hide that little embarrassment that was born from the fact that he had noticed everything but, very wisely, he tells me that there is no problem, we are both free even if we fuck together, in short, two friends with benefits. I really appreciate his...

The story I want to tell is the one that, about ten years ago, transformed my life and that of my husband. My name is Camilla and, at the time of the events, I was just over fifty years old. My husband Gennaro, who is five years older than me, I met him when I was twenty-two, at a party at a...

What I am telling you happened in the 80's in Sardinia, when I was little more than a teenager in full development. They all told me that I was three or four years older than my peers and because of the estrogen, I was very fleshy even though I was eating the right amount. I was completely...

The massage section of the Messaggero filled an entire page of the newspaper and many of the ads were preceded by a long series of "A's", which served to gain the first positions in the alphabetical order and thus give greater visibility to the ad itself. Saverio discarded the first few ads...

Dozens of times I joined those two to ignite and season their relationships, but in reality for them I was just a diversion, an entertainment, a sexual toy for which they showed no respect. In short, when we were together I was everything but myself. One evening in the car I received the...

My husband, while I was telling the story, was holding my hand, and I was staring at the wall. I won't hide the fact that, together with a touch of shame, I felt a strange excitement. However, without ever being interrupted, I arrived at the end and only then did I look for Gennaro's eyes. "What...

Continuation of The "mussel" cousin 2 - Humiliated. I knew by logic that the guy wouldn't have told my cousin anything about that appointment, so I took advantage of it to have a double meeting, only to contact Annamaria I had to invent an excuse to tell him to meet me in that bathroom, maybe...

It was winter. I had come from a separation that was painful to my body and soul, and for two years my body had wanted nothing to do with pleasure. I had always been sexually active, both alone and as a couple, but in those two years my body had gone dormant, it was like I was dead from my belly...

The Rimini bathing season ended around September 20th, less than two weeks before the reopening of the schools. I took the opportunity to go to the beautiful Sonia's house early in the morning by train, telling my parents that I was going to Bologna to meet some friends I had met at the hotel...

Dario opened the door to let his three classmates in. All three were standing there, very nervous. "Hi Dario. How are you doing?" Bernardo asked shyly. He was still afraid of Dario, as were the other two who stood there shivering. "Just come on in." Dario replied. They obeyed. They entered his...

Finally Gaston joined me in that dingy room. I wanted to see her right away and know the truth , I was still struggling to accept her extreme availability "When I see her again, she'll come back with me and it will all be over" I blurted. "Are you so sure? Do you think your wife could forget the...

Continuation of Cousin "mussel" 3 - The unexpected My mother from behind the door looked at me worriedly. "I heard someone complaining, are you okay?", "Yes mom, I just banged my foot on the nightstand" I said in an unlikely and embarrassed manner that from the tone of my voice was anything but...

He knocks twice, then twice again and declaims, "Good morning. Room service!" just as she learned during her half-day training for this job. She's learned to say "yes," "right away," "sure," and "no problem," followed by "sir" or "ma'am," and she's mastered the art of being unfailingly friendly...

You're over 50, you're a normal couple. Not athletic, but you keep yourself in practice .... You are sexually extinguished. You don't give up, you still want sex, in fact you want more and more. You still want her, her orgasms. You try in vain to rekindle that flame, but nothing..... Then that...