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Here I share with you my collection of erotic stories which I find interesting. It can also be found in other Erotic sites.
The contents is 100℅ NOT from me, but just added some local Flavours & Erotic Images to enhance the story.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers ONLY.
Story 1
Johanna loved her boyfriend. He was sweet, gentle, caring and funny. They would go out every night for drinks and every night he would take her to a different luxurious restaurant, always ordering the very finest wine. Nothing was too special for her. They would sit and stare into each others eyes for hours while they ate their food, then he would drive her home and see her off with a beautiful, heart-warming kiss. Everyday Johanna looked forward to those special nights. She loved him.
Until one night.
Her boyfriend had called her beforehand to tell her that he'd be away for a few days on a business trip, and that she should spend that time having some fun with her other friends.
Johanna was disappointed that they would be away from each other, but decided she'd been neglecting her social life enough to spend a few nights out on the town with her friends.
It was Friday night, and Johanna finished putting on some red lipstick before meeting up with 3 friends at a bar in the middle of town.
Alex was a nice guy. He was tall, good-looking and wore glasses. He didn't need them, but apparently he thought that the chicks digged the glasses.
Then there was Yvonne, a very pretty girl who worked up on the 15th floor of Johanna's work place. She always wore very tight clothing, but the difference between her and Johanna was that she could totally pull it off.
Lastly, there was Mark. He was very shy all the time, and always stood back while his friends talked to other people. Johanna thought it was kind of cute, but she had a boyfriend whom she loved deeply, so never paid much attention.
That night she drank a lot. She was having so much fun she didn't notice the piles Tequila glasses building steadily higher and higher.
The trouble with being drunk is that you don't realise you're drunk until you do something really stupid.
It was getting late. Very late.
Johanna was dancing so hard she was falling over constantly, laughing and still drinking. She was so impossibly drunk she didn't notice Alex dancing closer and closer. Finally, she slipped out of her high heels straight into his arms. She laughed, looking up.
Her breath left her as she looked into his eyes. He was right. The glasses did make a difference.
She woke the next morning in her bed, still fully dressed, but with a headache to end all headaches. She groaned and rolled over. She stopped suddenly. ……… ..!!
Was it her imagination or were her panties gone?
She gasped. They were!!
What the hell had happened last night??
She strained to remember...she was dancing...OMG!! she must have been so drunk...
Yvonne had picked up a bloke and moved off into a private corner, she remembered that.
And then Alex's blue eyes sparkling behind those glasses exploded into her mind.
He had said something after he had caught her...what was it?
"Oh my god..." she mumbled, as it all started to come back.
"Fuck me," was what he had said.
But she would never do that. She couldn't do it to her boyfriend!
But she had. Oh god she had. Her missing panties, still in the wet puddle out by the side of the club were undeniable proof.
All she could remember of the incident was the orgasm, and it wasn't anything special......