Erotic love Stories

Week 3 Sofia I spent most of the rest of the day thinking about Sofia. It sounded like she was a willing participant, but I wondered if Owen was pressuring her. There was no doubt that I found the leggy blonde very attractive, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of her. If she was a willing temp wife, then I would be a very willing temp husband. I would also be perfectly content with just hanging out with her for a week....

It is her Birthday. While Miss sleeps, I lie supine on the living room floor, waiting. I am naked, or nearly so. It is her rule. When at home, I am to be naked at all times. Miss likes me to feel exposed, vulnerable, and defenseless, lest I otherwise become presumptuous, provocative, or even sassy. Being naked for her reminds me that I should not become too comfortable; that I must remember my place. Being au naturel in h...

How is it that after so many years of marriage the nerves still start to tingle as soon as lovemaking is in the air? Lovemaking? Sex? Is there a difference and can they both be as hot and satisfying? Love As we make our way upstairs, I try to follow; not out of gentlemanly courtesy, but to watch her arse as it sways ahead of me, my heart beginning to react to what soon may be. Slowly we undress each other, the pleasure of...

In her bedroom Neely had done the low-budget equivalent of lowering the lights. Two small lamps were burning, from bookcase and bedside table respectively, and both dresser and headboard had been decked out with strings of multi-coloured Christmas bulbs. Neely leaned into the mirror, swaying her bottom gently as Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie poured from her amped-up iPod. Her moves were vastly more sultry than she was used to,...