We all know about getting off with toys, but what about getting sensually worked up with some erotic stories? I've been to a couple of sites that have showcased some great talent regarding their work. Does anyone have some to offer? I'd love to read them, and possible showcase them to the rest of the world. My mind is hungry for some stimulation

Freddy and Eddy:

I just found this site from the girlskissing site and I think it's great that you two put up this site for regular people to talk about relationships and sex. Hope it's ok you allow single people like me on your site as well as couples.

Along with my dayjob, I'm a budding writer on my spare time. I had one of my first excursions of an "online" relationship and it sparked a series of online fantasies that we regularly sent to each other. The relationship didn't last, but I continued writing sexual fantasies. Below is one of them I'll share with you guys. Give me some feedback and let me know what you think of them. By the way, if my post is inappropriate, let me know that, too.

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It was around 11pm when Chess arrived at the club. He was coming off from work, a very rare late hour day where he had to finish up work on some files. He was exhausted and tired - and ashamed he wandered in here - the Foxy. The Foxy was a basic sleazebag go-go house, and the place was filled with sweaty guys drinking and yelling and having fun. There were three stages, where the girls performed - many of them were out of shape or just worn out. The men didn't care - they wanted a show. Chess sat on the far edge of the center stage, drinking a Guiness light and marveling more at the heckling horny men than the lady dancing. It made him think of how lonely people really are. After a while, the girl left the center stage and the lights went out.

After a while, a red light shone on the center stage and the Isley's Groove With You started to play softly. A young woman came on the stage, wearing a leather black coat and leather boots. The men hooted and hollered even more wildly than ever, but Chess heard the men less and less - the sounds of the men died out as the sheer beauty of the woman filled his senses. She was dark chocolate with a bright smile, long flowing hair and very curvaceous - thick hips and round, sizable breasts. She had a look of serene peace and shy confidence - she wasn't arrogant, but she knew she could please with a wink of an eye or a turn of a hip. She slowly took off the leather coat to reveal the leather miniskirt and the dark lace bra top. She got on her knees and arched her back on the floor, thrusting her pelvis up and down, cupping her breasts. She glanced at the crowd and smiled. She walked over to one of the gents and showed him the miniskirt, which had a zipper at the back - he zipped it down and she yanked it off to reveal nothing but a small g-string and her firm but large cheeks. She giggled them in his face while another slapped it hard. She then went to a chair in the middle of the stage, as two guards sat in the front edge, somehow knowing they'd have to hold someone back..

She slid her shoulder and one arm out of her brastrap, and then the other, as her back played with our senses. She threw the bra away and then sat in the chair, her one leg propped on the side of an armrest. She slid one hand inside of the g-string while the other hand cupped her breasts.. with her eyes closed, she tasted the moistness of her hands and began to play with herself. She seemed to be in another world, taking us with her, as she played more wildly, her head rested back on the chair, her moans growing louder and louder.. the guards, smiling took out some Johnsons baby oil and sprayed it on her <on cue> and she started massaging her naked body with the oil, allowing us to see her full breasts, legs, and body being rubbed with the baby oil.. she began to slide off the chair, her body moving with excitement as she was about to cum.. Chess' eyes were fixed on her every move, his dick throbbing while he tried to contain himself.. and then their eyes met: she glanced at him, the loner staring at this goddess in oil, and her light brown eyes stayed fixed on him as she rubbed harder, sticking two fingers inside of her, moaning to me, crying to me, breathing, gasping to me, until....

Her eyes rolled away from me and she laid on the floor, catching her breath, as the lights faded.. she then picked up her leather coat amidst the yelling and clapping and walked off the stage <the guards picked up the tens and twenties thrown on the stage>. She winked at Chess as she strolled away.

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Chess hung around a little while longer, getting his mind together. He hated being alone. He wondered about the last time he had a chance to lie down with a lady, to simply hold her while they slept the night away and wake up the next morning with the two of them smiling at one another. Too long, he thought. He finished his beer and headed to his car. As luck would have it, it was raining hard when he opened up the door. "Need an umbrella, buddy? Ten bucks" said the bartender, with a smile. Chess shook his head. Cheap booze, cheap thrills and now they're selling their umbrellas, he thought. Just then, Chess heard little clicks of heels walking behind him. "I need that umbrella, Phil" Chess heard her say. "Sure thing, �Rachel� love. Hellova night, darling. You brought in two night's worth" She smiled. "It's a Friday", she shrugged "no biggie". Chess wanted to talk to her, to say something to her - something. But he couldn't do it. He was still facing the outside, the rain, his back to her. But he knew she was right behind him. Waiting for him to say something .. or move out of the way. Chess walked through the rain to his car while �Rachel� battled with the umbrella as the wind blew. The full length black coat wasn't enough to warm her. Chess sat in his car, wondering what's to lose. He got back out of his car and walked back towards the goddess with the light brown eyes. Her stare was shy but confident. "Why yes, I'd love a ride. Thanks for asking" she said with a bright smile, before he could open his mouth.

"I don't plan on doing this any more than a month" she stated as she rested her head on the side of the window. "I plan on opening my own daycare center. I love kids. Do you have kids?" Chess shook his head. No kids, he replied. Chess hardly uttered a word while she was with him - her beauty once again overwhelmed him. He tried to be cool by acting nonchalant. "I haven't seen you at the Foxy before. You arent' the usual idiots that hang out there. " she said in question form, as she looked directly at him, her well manicured fingers playing with her long black hair. It was my first time there, Chess said softly. I had worked late and just wanted to stop and get a drink. Didn't know it was a go go joint. �Rachel� laughed hard. "You didn't? Come on now.. tinted windows, 'do not enter if you're under 21'.. oh, you knew" she said with a grin. "You're shy, aren't you? I could tell that when I saw you while I was dancing..." Chess glanced at her, while stopping at a red. I wouldn't say I'm shy, he responded. "Ok, but you at least enjoyed yourself, right?" said �Rachel� coyly, her hand caressing Chess's neck. Chess smiled. You're gonna get me in an accident here.. "I guess I make you nervous.. I'm sorry Chess, I don't usually flirt with anyone unless I really like them. Too many crazies running around to risk my life on. You seem different..."

Chess stopped at the subway station. Is this where you're getting off, Chess asked.. �Rachel� nodded. "I live two doors from here. Thanks Chess. You're a real gentleman.." Chess looked at �Rachel� and suddenly turned away. "Chess, do I make you nervous? Or do you not like to talk to dancers?" Chess turned to her. I'm sorry, �Rachel�. I just never met someone as .. beautiful.. as ..you. What his voice couldn't say, his eyes said it all. Her face, her eyes, hair, her smile all seem to blend into his heart and branded into his memory. �Rachel� cupped Chess' chin and the two of them kissed, a passionate tougue kiss as the rain poured down on the car. Chess pulled �Rachel� against his body and �Rachel� straddled Chess in the driver's seat. The seat reclined all by itself. �Rachel� whispered in Chess' ear that she couldn't make love to him and he said it was ok - the passion in their kissing, the touching, the feeling was enough to drive them crazy with desire. �Rachel� unbuttoned her shirt and Chess began sucking her nipples, trying hard to get the entire one in his mouth. �Rachel� stroked his cock while feeling his sucking on her. �Rachel� kissed his chest and licked her way down to his jumping dick until she engulfed it all.. in .. her.. mouth. And she sucked on it.. so hard, so slow, with so much passion and feeling. Chess held onto his chair, bracing himself, trying to control himself. �Rachel� smiled and continued to make loving sounds while circling her tongue around his base. Chess twirled his pelvis, matching the twirls �Rachel� made with her head, until the two were moving as one. �Rachel� then whipped her legs around Chess' neck and Chess sucked on her pussy while �Rachel� continued to suck on him. Chess inserted a finger inside of her while finding her soft spot with his tongue. �Rachel� moaned while still sucking him off. �Rachel�'s hips bucked against his face with passion and she began to finger herself and grab onto Chess' head, forcing him to suck harder and harder, until she climaxed and inadvertently honked the horn. �Rachel� was gasping and still massaging the moistness of her pussy. "Wow.. that was great. Now it's your turn" �Rachel� began stroking Chess' dick while kissing him passionately and licking on his chest. Chess tried to stroke himself, but �Rachel� slapped his hand away. "Let's try this" she said with a smile and she took the strap off her coat and tied Chess' hands up behind him. With Chess naked and tied up, �Rachel� had full control. While stroking him, �Rachel� played with Chess by cupping her breast and sucking on it lovingly, driving him crazy. She then brought it closer to him - and every time he'd open his mouth, she pull it away. She began stroking harder and harder, as she kissed him, forcing her tongue deep in his throat and pressing her breasts onto his chest. Chess was overwhelmed with trying to get out of being tied up, tasting �Rachel�'s tongue and the throbbing of his cock - he began moaning, panting... thrusting his pelvis.. sweating.. and then she placed his cock next to her wet pussy, rubbing the tip along the edges - while she licked her lips and toyed with her nipples.. Chess couldn't stand it.. and then.. he looked into her eyes.. and .. he c...a...m...e.. all over her belly and down her leg. She drew closer to him and kissed him passionately, as if she'd known him forever - knowing they'd probably never see each other again.

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The rain still poured. Chess was alone, his clothes on, albeit ruffled up and his thoughts elsewhere. He may have been alone, but when he closed his eyes - he was staring at a goddess..
with light brown eyes.

Wow! What a great story! I'm very impressed. It sure got my juices flowing! First, welcome to F&E. It's a joy to have you enter our realm, single or as a couple. Thanks for trusting us to show off your talent. I hope to see more from you.

Eddy

Here is my first composition, hope you enjoy!

Fantasy Awakening

"You want me to do what?" she laughed. "I would absolutely love you see you with another man," I replied. "With as in what sense of the word?" she asked back. "In any sense that is the most erotic to you," I said. My wife and I had been talking about some of our deepest fantasies. My wife had told me that one of hers would be to make love in a white house, with the sea crashing into the shore just outside, and the moonlight blanketing our naked bodies. And of course, me being the pig that I am told her that I would love to see her with another man.

The next day came and left as usual, but I kept the idea of her fantasy in my head. I wanted so much to make her fantasy come true but wasn't quite sure how to make it happen. For weeks I pondered on how to make this fantasy of hers come true. We could not quite afford a trip to the coast, but I couldn't exactly snap my fingers to get us there either. The next day I came up with an idea. I made a trip to the local hardware store and picked up some paint. While she was at work I painted the plain off white walls of our bedroom a pretty sky blue and began to paint a crude lighthouse scene. I painted a tall, single lighthouse, with the barbershop pole stripes going to the top. I painted birds off in the distance, a sea off in the background, and even the rope fence that kept walkers from traveling too close to the cliff edge.

When my wife arrived home and saw this wonderful (if unprofessional) picture scene, she was in awe. When we were in bed making love that night, I stopped in the middle, and said, "I almost forgot one thing." I ran to the window and opened the blinds fully to let the light of the moon enter the previously dark room. After both of us had orgasmed and lay next to each other, she said "Now let's see if we can't make you fantasy come true."

This comment both excited and worried me, because I had told her when we were discussing our fantasies that I meant "I would like to see you with another man" in any sense of the word 'with' that she found most erotic. And although the thought of another man fucking my wife absolutely turns me on at times, I don't think that it was anything we were able to seriously consider.

The following Friday, when I returned home from work, I found a note lying on the table with my name on it. Curiously I opened it and read: "Dear Darling, by the time you read this my date will have already picked me up. And by the way, I plan on fucking him. Before you get angry, I want you to think of your fantasy. I want you to imagine him kissing me. I want you to imagine me pulling his pants down and sucking his cock until he comes on my face before he shoves it into my cunt and fucks me hard with it. I will be home at 3am and will share every little nasty detail about what happened. Love, Julie."

I found it absolutely amazing that I could be furiously enraged in one second, and then have a raging hard-on, ready to cream my jeans the second. I was so horny that I immediately went up to the bedroom to masturbate. When I opened the bedroom door, I was shocked to see my wife sitting on the bed with the lamp dimly lighting the room and her face. She was smiling coyly, and patted a spot on the mattress next to her. With a questioning look on my face, I sat next to her, not quite sure of what to speak. She put her finger to my lips and said, "I didn't go. I wasn't even asked out. I just wanted to see what your reaction would be." She slid her hand down to my crotch and rubbed my aching hard-on. "That's what I thought it would be. Let's go for a trip."

"A trip, what do you mean? Can't we stay here, you wouldn't believe how much I want you right now." I said. She told me that I would soon see, and that it would be worth it. After a thirty-minute drive, we found ourselves in front of one of the downtown dance clubs. She's taking me dancing? As we entered the club, I realized what my wife had been wearing. She had on a very tight, very short black dress. Normally I would not wish her to leave the house in this type of dress, but in the kind of mood that I was in, it just turned me on even more.

She walked me to the dance floor as a slow song was playing, and in the sweetest way possible, she asked me to dance. I told her yes, and we put our arms around each other and began rocking to the music. My hard-on was still present, and apparently she knew it as well as she grinded herself into me even harder. She whispered into my ear "Do you want to fuck me?" I told her that I did very badly, to which she replied, "Just wait."

When the song ended, she led me to a couch just off of the dance floor, and told me to wait there until we were ready to go. She then walked to the dance floor, and began to dance very exotically, almost as a stripper would. This won her several looks from the guys around her, many of which were already dancing with ladies. This continued for several songs. If she was trying to turn me on that it was working very well, as I only got harder. But I don't think this was her intent. When the next slow song started, she surprised me by walking up to a total stranger and asking him to dance.

I cannot describe the feeling as I watched my wife lead another man across the floor, and then watch them wrap their arms around each other. I felt as though I was watching another person, and that my real wife was as home, sleeping peacefully. Although I felt a little hurt, I was also very, very aroused. I had to readjust my sitting position several times. When the next song came, a tall slender man with long brown hair asked my wife to dance. She led him to a spot that was well within eyesight of me. A few moments after the song began, I noticed the man slid his hand down on my wife's ass, but what shocked me was that my wife smiled. She replied by getting a little closer with him. There was no space between their bodies. As they rotated around, each time she would look directly into my eyes. Her eyes were searching; I assumed she wanted to know how I was feeling. I just nodded my head with a big smile to which she replied with a wicked grin. My wife tiptoed up and whispered something in his ear, to which he looked a little surprised. He leaned down and began to kiss her neck, slowly. He now had both his hands firmly on her ass, rubbing her up and down. She again looked at me, only this time, she looked hungry...hungry for sex. I again nodded my approval. She unlatched her hands from behind his neck, and slowly slid one hand down to his crotch. I couldn't believe my eyes! My wife was rubbing another mans cock. A bulge soon began to emerge through this strangers Levi's.

When the song ended, my wife headed back towards me. I was so aroused that I couldn't stand. She said, "We are going home now." Did something go wrong? Had the man did something out of line? When we arrived home and made it to our bedroom, my wife attacked me. She literally ripped my shirt off along with three buttons. I said, Honey, what happened, why did we leave so abruptly?" She said "I couldn't take it any longer. I wanted him so bad. I wanted his cock in me, I wanted to fuck his brains out, and I knew I would be making you horny doing it, so I just got very excited. I know I couldn't go through with it, and I didn't want to chance us having problems afterwards. But I got so turned on I just had to fuck someone, so pull that cock out and fuck me with it."

I was only too happy to oblige her. I didn't even have to use lubrication because she was so damp. While she was standing, I bent her over and thrust my dick deep into her. She moaned with pleasure. As I began to pump faster and harder, she said "oh honey, I wanted him so bad, can I imagine you are him? Can I imagine it's him fucking me?" As I said yes she moaned even louder, and began to pound her pussy hard back against me. When I told her I was about to come, she pulled off and wrapped her mouth around my cock, pumping her hand up and down my shaft as I shot my load into her mouth. As my climax began to fade, she pushed me down onto the bed and said "You are not done yet." I was beginning to go limp, but seeing her shaven pussy beginning to straddle me got me instantly hard again. She held my cock still as she straddled me and lowered her cunt back onto my dick. She immediately began bucking her hips furiously hard, to the point of where it began to hurt. I started to say "Honey, that's a little too ha..." WHAP! She slapped my face hard with her palm. As I looked up at her in shock, she looked angry and said, "You shut up and fuck me!"

She continued bounding hard and fast. She grabbed my hands and placed them onto her tits, then dropped one hand down and began to rub her clit back and forth. Although the pain was definitely there, there was a new excitement that was there from her newfound turn on. As she rode me even harder, I began to squeeze her tits. I let one hand drop to the small of her back and work its way down to her ass cheeks. I slid one finger down her ass crack and began to tickle her asshole. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. A deep shudder went through her body as she began to orgasm.

We enjoyed our whole 'fantasy' experience so much that we have returned to that club and others several times. Once she even wanted to try a twist of events and took me to a strip bar, and ordered me a lap dance while she watched. Who said married people don't have as good of sex?

Hell YEAH!!!!!!!!

good times