Erotic Stories

There are times when I get a call that it is a little out of the blue; my profile does say that I am willing to do kinky things but not very many people seem to take me up on that offer so when I finally hear that someone is interested in it I am always willing to jump on the chance.

The faint sound of buzzing filled Stephanie’s ears. She swatted near her head, eyes still closed. She didn’t want to wake from the wonderful dream she was just having with a man named Alejandro.

I was fed up of my life due to a busy lifestyle and almost no time for relaxation.

Spending my Wednesday evening with my favourite Stratford escort Stacy Adams made me unable to think of anything else.

I fumbled around for a few seconds until I finally found the bra hooks, but unclasping them took just as much time as locating them, probably even longer.

I had never been so close to a girl as sensual as Natasha, but now, I would have this raunchy Stratford escort all to myself for sixty whole minutes. I would get to enjoy her company, and her undivided attention would be on me the whole time.

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It all ѕtаrtеd оnе evening whеn I was surfing thе web. Wеll OK, ѕеаrсhing rаthеr thаn surfing, I wаѕ lооking аt pictures, and mоviеѕ оf уоung girlѕ, 18, 19, mауbе a littlе older, nothing tоо weird. I wаѕ lооking to fееd my fаntаѕу fоr уоung girls with older guys, guys my age, mid 40's.

It was early in the morning when I got an email from a man named Connor, a business executive who was coming to London for a few days and wanted a Busty escorts on his arm.

He was nice. Easy to talk to, not at all boastful and seemingly more interested in me than in talking about himself.

The drive from one of London's top restaurants in Mayfair to the apartment in Cheshunt into which I had recently moved can take anywhere from an hour during the day to around fifteen minutes in the early hours of the morning.

John was relentless in his ramming of my cunt and I felt myself begin to climax and as it washed over me in wave after wave of pleasure he shot his spunk into me with several powerful spurts which I felt hit my cervix.

It all began when Steve, my husband of fifteen years came home and told me that he had been made redundant from his job with a big software company in Holborn.

Rushing around the house, we were making sure everything was locked and we had all the things we needed for the weekend.

As in any vocation, levels of competence differ between different sex workers.

For this, I do not need a name... I am whatever you want—whoever you want; stranger on the street, friend, co-worker, partner, celebrity. I am who you need me to be.

It was interesting to make nice conversation with a beautiful woman that I had just spent 2 hours making love to and I didn’t think she realized who I was! Yes, this lovely lady is a beautiful blonde Wembley escort and is the respectable wife of an acquaintance of mine both of whom I just happened to run into at this cocktail party.

As agreed, we met at a small open-air coffeeshop in the more relaxed area of downtown Harrow. It was the sort of commercial neighborhood that was designed to make patrons look professional but hip. I'm sure that if I were looking I'd see a Starbucks or a Costa's somewhere nearby.

We were going to a fancy hotel. That's for sure, but how we exactly we were going to celebrate remains to be seen. After all, not everyday I turn 35 and Suze, my wife, 30.

Brad felt his heart pound as he stared at the photo.After seeing so many faces and bodies of so many women, it was an incredible feeling to actually find the 'perfect' one.

"John dipped the tip of his tongue into Paula's deep, long oval shaped navel. Pushing it right into the back of her navel, he wiggled his tongue for a second

A little bit of background may be helpful, since this may sound a bit unusual.

I have had a fantasy for as long as I can remember about being teased to the point of blue balls

"CindySpice, you are an amazing woman."

Hello London! That was my motto for three beautiful nights and two and a half days. They say that what happens in London stays in London, how true that is. At least it is for me.

I am sitting in a lovely hotel room, just off the M1 near Watford. With me is the lovely Arisa (not her real name) who has proceeded to suck my cock just enough to the point where you could check my pulse by just watching my member throb. Yes, she's that good. Or maybe I'm that horny.

Things were already heated. Bras and panties were flying all over the place. Jessie got wet as I ground against her seductively. My cock was already firm and ready for action. I allowed my cock to cradle in the crease of her pussy before entering her slowly.

As a dominatrix escort I take full control from the beginning of our session. As soon as we walked out onto the deck the night’s cool breeze hit our faces. Our host was close behind and I heard him close the sliding doors. There was a medium sized pool with a few chairs on the deck. Little waves rippled in the pool as the breeze blew over it.

London is just an amazing city where it holds different celebrations and gatherings. Mostly groups composed of male adults find time to relax in going to Strip Clubs. It is just superb to see the number of people going to this clubs.

I walked out of the elevator and I walked straight pass his secretary. I smile and nod and she nods back. Mr. Edwards was a regular of mine. We would usually meet at a hotel but on rare occasions such as these we meet at his office.

I have always been a sucker for Valentine’s Day. I would be the husband walking around with the huge teddy bear, the bouquet of flowers and the chocolates on Valentine’s Day day.

I have always loved my line of work. Where else can a girl have a great time, get lots of her favorite treat and make a living? My favorite treat you ask? Cum, man juice, jizz… what ever you want to call it.