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Stimulating
Stories About Couples Sex
(plain vanilla heterosexual)
A Compilation of Literate
Erotica
These
short stories are
works of fiction.
Names, characters,
places and incidents
either are the
product of the
author’s vivid
imagination or are
used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to
actual human beings,
living or dead,
business
enterprises, events
or locales is
entirely
coincidental.
Nameless
I hold her and
we fall on her bed.
Our lips lock. Our
tongues engage. I slide
a hand inside her panty.
She moans and spreads
her legs as I finger
her.
I part her warm labia,
go down her slit, dip a
finger in her well, then
drive her crazy with its
moist tip working her
stiff clit, working her
into a wild frenzy of
bucking and gasping.
Then I hold her as she
stills, and her
breathing slows, and her
heartbeat slows, and
time slows for both of
us until our kissing
resumes, then grows
intense, and my erection
grows.
And I pull down her
drenched panty, and she
hands me a condom, and I
mount her, and surmount
her, and impale her, and
plumb her to her cervix.
(read
more)
He
Really Is A
Fuck-Monster
We kiss.
Our tongues play well together.
We touch, first tentatively then
passionately.
Our bodies play well together.
“Why don’t you sit on my lap?”
She smiles like a shark, swings her left leg
over my legs, holds my erection with her
left hand and guides it into her as she
settles down on my lap.
In her sweet, innocent, little-girl voice:
“Is this what you wanted?”
“This is beyond my wildest wet dreams.”
She laughs. Her vagina contracts in time
with her laughter.
“It feels like you are milking me.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
(read
more)
How Our Love Began
“How
do you want to
start?”
Emily laid
back, spread
her legs, and
whispered,
“Taste me.”
She was
already
aroused,
completely
drenched. Her
engorged
clitoris was
so ready, but
I began by
kissing and
licking her
inner thighs,
then followed
my nose.
Her scent had
gone straight
to my brain,
ricocheted,
then shot back
out in a spasm
that left me
tingling all
over. I
flicked my
tongue along
the edges of
her labia,
then circled
her opening
before sending
it within;
slowly licking
the inside of
her vagina.
She convulsed
and moaned.
She spread her
legs even
more. I
increased the
tempo of
licking and
flicking. She
was thrashing
about, arching
her back, and
panting. I
moved up to
suck on her
clit and she
exploded,
squirting and
convulsing and
squirting
again.
(read
more)
Californicated
“What
are your
fantasies,
Gavilán?”
“My dreams,
aspirations,
or fantasies?”
“Your sexual
fantasies. The
ones you
imagine when
you
masturbate.”
“Usually, I
just remember
a particular
girl I’ve
known and
recall a
specific
episode.”
“Don’t you
have sexual
fantasies?”
“Yes, a few.
But I’ve never
told anyone.”
“Tell me one
that we could
act out.” (read more)
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