posts tagged ‘erotic stories’

  1. unexpected. unwanted.

    April 21, 2010 by Lidia-Anain

    ***This is a fictional erotic story inspired by reality.***

    Sometimes love and attraction are instant but other times they sneak up on you without warning without wanting. Never in a thousand trillion years did I expect to be here waking up in his arms not wanting to leave his side. Never in a thousand trillion years did I ever think my heart strings would be in his hands, him pulling and tugging not caring the outcome of the heart on the other end. Funny how I thought I’d be in control if it ever did occur…little did I know. Here we are, me on the way out knowing this is our sweetest goodbye…might as well get it in one last time before I have to go to the airport. Let me close my eyes, go back in time and reminisce about how this all started. (more…)


  2. swing and a miss – case closed

    November 25, 2009 by Lidia-Anain

    ***This is erotic story is based on one of my real life sexperiences.***

    I hated working at the mall. It wasn’t the place to work at and remain harassment free if you were an even remotely cute girl. Every jackass with half a mind, a few dollars and a penis roamed the corridors ready to “holla” at any and everything that walked by. Heaven forbid you politely said no to giving one your number.

    “Bitch, you’re not even that cute anyways!” (more…)


  3. jungle fever – exhibit a

    September 30, 2009 by Lidia-Anain

    ***This is erotic story is based on one of my real life sexperiences.***

    Never say never. Not never. Until the moment I looked into his big doe eyes I had told myself that I would NEVER date a white man. Ever! Attraction is a bitch. She wants what she wants, she begs, pleads and forces you to serve her will at once. Never ever…yet, instantly there I stood trying to figure out how to get this white boy out of the paws of my friends. I knew that I didn’t like white men but never did I even think to ponder whether he would be attracted to the one brown girl in the room. He sure seemed to be “playing” playfully with the two white chicks all while his eyes were locked on me. The question wasn’t if I could bed him? The question was…how quickly would I have him alone and locked in my room? (more…)