English Erotica Stories
Sex Stories in English
It had been a quiet and comfortable life with my late husband, if not one filled with passion. When we married, he was full of life and energy, but he fell sick soon after and it lingered for many hard years. His passing was a great tragedy for our family. It was a challenge, more so for me as...
It was the mid-nineties, I was eighteen, and my parents were dead set on me experiencing another culture. Mostly they cared about me having something on my transcripts that would help me stand out in college admissions. They had been pushing me to get into the exchange-student program for years...
I walked through the airport with my wife, and my heart filled with dread. The day had finally come when my Mother-in-law would be moving in with us. I had never even met the woman, but now she would be living in my house for the rest of our lives.
Let me back up and explain. My wife is a...
There is nothing more annoying than sitting around on summer break without anything to do. That’s where I found myself the summer after graduation. My dad was in China for an extended work trip, and my older sister Rachel was always busy with friends and her summer waitressing job. My best...
It was bottom of the ninth, two outs, no hits, and the clean-up batter for the opposing team was walking to the plate. The stands were packed with tense, silent faces. I sat clutching my sister and best friends’ hands in either of mine. The women pressed in close to my side on the cold stone...
Great Uncle Albert always was a bit of a recluse. To the rest of the family, he was the eccentric uncle who might show up to ever third Christmas. If he came it was with dozens of well thought out gifts. He was related to my dad's side, but no one ever really knew how. He had just always been...
"You’re telling me I’m broke?!” I was trying to keep calm, but from the nervous glances I got from the man’s secretary, I was failing miserably.
“That’s not the term I would use, ma’am,” the accountant said. “But your late husband was over-leveraged, and his assets are barely enough to cover...
I could hear my daughter charging up the stairs. That was not unusual, she charged almost everywhere. She had been out late the night before, her eighteenth birthday, with friends and had been downstairs chatting with Ryan, her father and my husband, while he prepared omelets for breakfast...
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My First Session with Theresa -- Friday Afternoon
I reviewed the patient information sheet for the day's final client. It was her first consultation. She was a thirty-six year old accountant who worked at the local firm that did my taxes. Her health was good; she took no medication other...
In retrospect I had no one to blame but myself. I love clothes. I can't remember when I didn't. I wanted to be a designer. Mom thought that impractical and said I should be nurse. After all, Mom suggested, with my looks I could rope-in a doctor husband. Chasing dreams was something rich people...
My decision to attend college and law school at Arizona State University and not in my native Los Angeles was due to several factors. First among them was my love of the desert. I come by it naturally.
Mom, her name is Charlotte but she goes by Charlie, grew up in Kuruman, South Africa, which...
I studied myself in the mirror. Sometimes the simplest things are the best things. I was wearing a black tank top, form fitting jeans with a wide belt, and boots with a 3½ inch chunky heel. The tank top was just long enough to reach my jeans. Most any movement revealed a narrow horizontal view...
My parents stopped fighting when I turned sixteen. It's not like they started getting along; they just stopped fighting. They were polite and civil, like business acquaintances who mildly disliked each other but understood decorum would help get them through the day. Over the next two years I...
Before it blew up my life had been comfortable and easy. I lived in Mountain Brook, a tony suburb of Birmingham, Alabama, in a big house. I drove an expensive car. I wore beautiful clothes. I entertained extravagantly. My biggest complaint was that I spent too much time car pooling.
My name is...
You noticed Selena. Of Hispanic ancestry, she was short, maybe five feet, four inches tall, with a curvy hourglass figure, wide face, big brown eyes, good lips, and nice round tits. I suspected a boob job. Her dark hair ended in long curls that ran past her shoulder blades. She was twenty-four...
It was August 2005. I was set to begin my junior year at Tulane University, but the city was emptying out. I stayed, convinced that Hurricane Katrina would turn right and head for Florida; they always did. On Saturday night I went out with the guys, but the scene was dead and I got home...
Over the years of I've enjoyed a number of Literotica stories in which a mother and son become sexually involved after circumstances force the former to sit on the latter's lap during a long car ride, Mom Takes A Ride by NakdSalr and Sitting on My Son's Lap by retired04 among them. (No slight is...
I recently posted Making Room for the Art, my iteration of the popular account of the incestuous consequences for two relatives packed closely together in the back seat of a car (or in my case, a pick-up truck). I wrote about an aunt and a nephew. The story was well received and one reader...
I recently met a strikingly attractive woman somewhere in her mid to late forties. Unlike some other beautiful women her age I've known, she did not dress or style herself to look younger than she was; she seemed perfectly comfortable with her age. She was also smart, confident, funny, earthy...
My iteration of a theme done by many others: a good-looking therapist facilitates a forbidden relationship between relatives to the ultimate benefit of all concerned. Here I take on a step-mother and step-son, borrowing a bit of the plot from a pornographic video. Thanks to all who ably explored...