Erotic Stories

Oysters

Suddenly awake you know without reaching that I am not beside you in the tent.
The whoops from the beach below let you know I am enjoying an early morning
surf. Your thoughts drift to licking the fresh saltiness on me not unlike those
oysters we snatched from the rocks yesterday.

With no need to dress at this deserted part of the coast you wander away from
the campsite finding a scenic spot to pee. Looking along the beach you see that
I have left the surf to strip out of my wet- suit and am now walking naked along
the beach.

Pineapple Delights

When I boarded the plane in New York, I was prepared for a long boring flight to
London. I brought my laptop computer to occupy me. I found my seat near the back
of the plane. It felt good to finally sit down.

Night at the Radiant Angel Inn

The proprietor of the Pennsylvania bed-and-breakfast was a beautiful elderly
woman who resembled a softer version of the English Queen Mother. She apologized
profusely for the missing door between the bed-and-breakfast’s two suites.
 

Plain Jane

Call me Plain Jane. My name's not Jane, but it'll do. I've been plain as long as
I can remember. People don't look at me twice. I never got asked out, never went
to a prom. I'm sure I was never the subject of some Teen Dream's erotic
nocturnal fantasy. It's not as if I'm ugly; I'm not. I'm just kind of average
looking. Oh yes, and shy. Painfully shy.

Plain Jane

Call me Plain Jane. My name's not Jane, but it'll do. I've been plain as long as
I can remember. People don't look at me twice. I never got asked out, never went
to a prom. I'm sure I was never the subject of some Teen Dream's erotic
nocturnal fantasy. It's not as if I'm ugly; I'm not. I'm just kind of average
looking. Oh yes, and shy. Painfully shy.