Real Erotic Stories
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Most of the work I publish is based on testimonies and experiences of real people. If you wish, you can send me yours by email. For me, other people's experiences are very important. Rather than fantasy, I prefer to write about reality.
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My mother, my friend and I
I heard my mother calling me, but I didn't pay attention to it. It was Sunday morning and I woke up with my cock hard, totally naked in my bed. I heard mom coming to my room by the sound of her rubber sandals. I closed my eyes as if I was going to rest, I heard the sound of the door handle, mom came in and looked at the big cock that her son was showing her.
By Real Erotic Stories11 months ago in Filthy
Shared Wishes
The story I'm going to tell you is 100% true, except for names and locations, to ensure the privacy of all involved. The night at Fábrik had that dense air of flashing lights, sweaty bodies and music that beat the chest with every vibration. Pablo, Álvaro, Jose, Valentín and I moved through the crowd, drinking, laughing and letting ourselves be carried away by the rhythm of the night. As the hours went by, the alcohol and substances began to melt in our veins, clouding our judgment a little but sharpening our senses in another way.
By Real Erotic Stories11 months ago in Filthy
Hypnosis on a date
Elisa was standing in front of the door of an apartment in one of the areas with the best quality of life in the city. Although she was already in her thirties, she still had a certain enviable beauty about her that, like fine wines, seemed to improve with age. She had straight black hair that reached above her shoulders, a rather aesthetically pleasing face and a body that, although a bit lumpy due to a somewhat sedentary lifestyle, still had some good appeal, such as good-sized tits and a perky butt, coupled with wide hips that gave her a pert figure that many men loved. And if you add to all that the short, one-piece black dress she was wearing at the moment, her sensuality points increased quite a bit.
By Real Erotic Stories11 months ago in Filthy
MY TEACHER: Size does matter a lot
I introduce myself and describe myself, this didn't happen long ago and my physique is practically the same. I will use a name that starts with the same letter as my real name or maybe it is my real name, Pietro is my name, dark brown hair color, blue eyes, 1.88 tall, 123 cm bust, 44 cm biceps, weight 80 kg. Athlete, my favorite sports are AMM or MMA, soccer, skiing, boxing and high intensity training, my physique in general is defined and muscular. I am friendly and seductive, they say. My circumstances are that, due to my father's job, I have done too many kilometers and I have lived in countless places. Apart from health, it is to look good myself and if I look good, so do the rest.
By Real Erotic Stories11 months ago in Filthy
Feast of bodies in the pool
The water sparkled under the golden lights of the terrace, reflecting the lazy movement of bodies sliding through the shadows. The music, low and enveloping, pulsed in the air with the same cadence of restrained lust, a hypnotic rhythm that invited surrender.
By Real Erotic Stories11 months ago in Filthy
Pleasure and guilt
After spending the whole afternoon sightseeing, we decided to check out the nightlife. It was one of those places where the weather demands that you take baths constantly and, if possible, live in the fresh water of the rivers. It was my first time in a place like that so I wasn't used to it and I was constantly tired, but at least the night gave me a break. I ended up fitting into a mid-thigh skirt and a short t-shirt. The denim jacket didn't keep me warm enough, although the weather wouldn't demand more from me. We took this trip as a way to say goodbye. After this time, everyone would go their own way, so it was nostalgic and at the same time we wanted to leave everything behind so that it would be unforgettable.
By Real Erotic Stories11 months ago in Filthy
Ladyrosa Stories - This is how I met Karen
Ladyrosa Stories – Drunk, that’s how I met Karen. I met Karen at a wine bar after I had finished my work day and had arranged to meet my boss to go home. Karen has jet black hair that reached mid-back, oval black eyes, and a mouth with lush, full red lips. She was wearing a plaid skirt that reached just above her knees, and a white silk shirt that covered her enormous chest. She is tall, slim, and curvy, with an elegant air about her. I thought Karen looked familiar, as if I had seen her before, but couldn't remember where. Her face is a beautiful dark color, oval in shape, and with a straight, perfect nose. She is obviously a young woman in her thirties, although her childlike face makes her look much younger. Her slender hands end in long fingers with cherry red painted nails.
By Real Erotic Stories11 months ago in Filthy
POV: My partner's redhead daughter
The boardroom is designed to make a statement. Black marble and polished steel dominate the space, reflecting every ray of light that enters through the windows that reveal a wide and electrifying view of the city. From here, the horizon seems to extend infinitely, as if it could be encompassed with a single glance. The lighting, measured to the detail, projects soft shadows on the long table that occupies the center of the place, an altar of decisions where every detail screams power and control.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
I tried a good yogurt in a Chinese restaurant
-From what I'm going to tell you, you might think I'm a slut, a slut, or worse, a whore, and the thing that makes me different from those who advertise in the newspapers is that they get paid and I don't. I don't care what you think. I'm not going to change my attitude, or stop behaving the way I do, or stop enjoying a good time with someone when I feel like having sex.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
The van. Content Warning.
With a grunt and a rather strong squeeze the man who had me fucked came in the condom while licking my neck. Standing with me leaning against a tree, he moved his hand to my big cock without taking his out and, already horny as hell, I came as soon as he touched me. " Ohhh !" I conceded, splashing milk on the trunk in front of me . While his interesting clapper escaped from my little anus, still in my half-crouched position, he cleaned the excess lube from my buttocks and the milk that adorned my penis. I turned around to see how he removed the condom and proceeded to clean himself as well. Of course, I replaced his hand with mine, taking the kitchen paper and took the opportunity to start a handjob helped by some licks in case that would revive me. But the result did not seem very encouraging, helped, perhaps, by the fact that the man had to leave. I made a mental note of the vehicle that housed the suggestive cock and we said goodbye. Once in my car, I cleaned myself up a bit better with my scented wipes as I watched the Ford Focus drive away. Anyway, while I was re-inserting the medium plug in my ass , I realized that I was still in bitch mode. Thinking about who could possibly satisfy my cravings for cock at that hour, I was about to start the car and leave when it appeared.
By Real Erotic Stories12 months ago in Filthy
