Erotic Stories for the Sensual Mind - Steamy Stories http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/ en 60 Erotic Stories for the Sensual Mind - Steamy Stories http://www.mindspired.com/images/steelblue/misc/rss.jpg http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/ Lawyers and their wives http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/lawyers-and-their-wives-705/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/lawyers-and-their-wives-705/
David and George had started their business together several years ago, after both finding themselves out of work. Their previous employer had wasted the entire company’s treasury on a three-week-long drink, drugs and sex binge in Mexico, before doing the only sensible thing in his adult life and putting a shotgun in his mouth.

Neither of them had really seen it coming. He had always been compulsive and a little wild, but with his sudden death, their existences had become inextricably linked. They picked up the company’s client base, set up their own company and a week later after a short debate over whose name should go first, Chapman&Newbury Legal Associates was born – an off the shelf, thriving and successful law firm. It was short on cash, but David and George were able to deal with that. A perfectly happy ending – for everyone except their old boss, and frankly, nobody gave a shit about him. That was possibly the saddest part of the whole affair.

That was 5 months ago and they had never looked back. They had worked hard, but not forgotten their wives, and these end-of-month-get-togethers had become a great time to relax together, keep close and talk about anything EXCEPT work. This evening’s dinner was being held at David and Jenny’s house, a comfortable detached property in the South of England, which they liked, but which David still wanted to sell and replace with something bigger in the countryside.

Arriving right on time, at 7.30, George and Rachel were let in, coats taken, cheeks kissed, hands politely shaken for the men, and sat down in the living room with a glass of wine each by 7.32. Rachel and Jenny began chatting immediately about their weeks, their gossip and their houses. David pointed out a few of the changes and repairs he had made around the living room – proud of his DIY skills which were no more than amateur in reality. George smiled as he noticed the slight imperfections in the paint line separating the ceilings pale off-white from the darker barley brown of the feature wall. David was taking home a 6 figure salary now… why couldn’t he just pay someone else to do these things?

Idle chat and pre-weekend winding down was the only item on their agenda, and they were just settling into a nice steady four way natter when the doorbell rang. David answered the door to Gregory. Gregory was a work contact, so knew David and George well. A friendly man, who runs an employment agency and helped them recruit two new legal secretaries and an office junior in the last few months.

“Don’t want to stop, or disturb you, just wanted to pop in…” David always smiled at Gregory’s inability to start a sentence with ‘I’ – just left it off. “Was driving past, saw that George was here too – couldn’t resist just saying hello really – haven’t spoken for a couple of weeks.]]> Wed, 14 Jul 2010 13:29:08 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories greedyandneedy en The Awakening http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/the-awakening-702/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/the-awakening-702/ by Shinzon and Barenecessity



"My office now," he pointed.* Rachel hurriedly moved into his office hoping to minimize the raised eyebrows from the secretarial pool.* Dan followed, slamming the door shut behind them.
*
Before Rachel could utter a single word, he moved towards her, pressing her hard against the large executive desk.* His hands immediately slid up under her skirt and along her outer thighs.** Flabbergasted by his boldness, Rachel's heart raced wildly.** She gasped as he grabbed her moistened panties and pulled them roughly down in one swift motion.


Rachel struggled, stepping out of her panties hesitantly.* She started to protest but was quickly stifled. *


“Shush,” Dan commanded sharply.*


A few muffled sounds escaped her lips as his palm clamped firmly across her mouth.


“We’ve talked, flirted and teased long enough,” he added.* “We both want and need this.”


Riveted by the hunger in his eyes, Rachel nodded her head in affirmation.


Over the last year, she had watched their relationship grow.* She had witnessed this man purposefully destroy her raised barriers, one by one.* With patience and subtlety, he had torn her carefully built fortress asunder.* At times, Dan’s approach had been confusing as it often sent a mixed message; however, today his intentions were unmistakable.* He wanted her as his lover.


He had finally made his move.* Right now all she could think about was him—nothing else mattered; not his marriage, not their jobs; nothing.** She needed him just like she needed air, water, soil and sun.* Now their desires would be satisfied together and she desperately wanted that which only he could provide.* Instinctively, Rachel’s eyes closed halfway as lust began to fill her.*


As he lifted her up onto the desk, she halfheartedly struggled against him, but he was too strong for her.* When he pushed her backwards, her skirt rode up high, exposing her glistening pussy lips.* He knew she was ready and lowered his head between her legs, licking the full length of her hot throbbing cunt.


Rachel gasped as he inserted one, then two fingers into her vagina.* With each stroke, shivers of excitement raced through her body.* As his thumb bumped against her clitoris, Rachel thrashed about on the desk.** Her moans mounted, growing louder as he vigorously fingered her and aggressively licked and massaged her swollen clit.


Without warning, Dan stopped abruptly.* He took her hand, guiding it to her pussy.*


“Now finish what I started, I want to see you make yourself cum!” he ordered.*


Although she was not a subservient woman by nature, the command demanded her obedience.* Still Rachel hesitated.*


“Be quick about it, cause lunch time is almost over,” he added.


Ordinarily such a thing would have turned her off but the requester was no ordinary man.* There was uniqueness about Dan … something about him called to her very soul.* She didn’t quite understand exactly what it was, or why it existed but right there and then she knew she would do anything for him.


Rachel’s breathing was more than a little ragged as she watched Dan resting directly in front of her.* Tentatively, she started to rub her swollen lips. Her moistened fingers slid easily over her tender and sensitive labia.* She was so much in need.
*]]> Thu, 17 Jun 2010 23:13:54 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories Shinzon en Patience and Self-control http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/patience-and-self-control-698/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/patience-and-self-control-698/ By Shinzon

Abigail didn’t know it was possible to fall in love so quickly.* Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him.* Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she’d ever met.* He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called.* His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off balance.* Her feelings for him were disconcerting, yet strangely comforting at the same time.* Did he have some kind of magical control over her?* Was he right for her?* Abigail was past caring; she loved him and that was enough for her ... at least for now.</DIV> <DIV>
While the idea of hiking the Shenandoah National Park during the summer wasn’t too appealing, Abigail was thrilled at his impromptu invitation.* It was an opportunity to be with him again and this would easily offset any discomfort a little hike might bring.*
</DIV> <DIV>Upon arriving at the park, they set out upon the Deadening Nature trail and headed off to explore the wilderness.* They walked leisurely through the forest, talking and enjoying each other’s company.* Abigail actually found the canopy of tall oak trees quite comforting.* It created a rather romantic atmosphere and served to temper the stifling summer heat.* </DIV> <DIV>
After walking for several hours, Abigail asked, “Could we take a break?” </DIV> <DIV>
*“Of course,” he replied.*
</DIV> <DIV>He spied a nice little clearing about 50 yards off the main trail.* He walked hand-in-hand with Abigail to that location.* After taking off his daypack, he withdrew a blanket for them to sit upon.*
</DIV> <DIV>“You think of everything,” Abigail said playfully.*
</DIV> <DIV>He just smiled, handing her a bottle of cold water.
</DIV> <DIV>“Thank you,” she said.
</DIV> <DIV>They sat and talked for what seem liked hours, neither of them in a hurry to go any further.** ‘This place was wonderful,’ she thought.** He sensed her daydreaming and placed his hand onto hers.* She blushed, realizing he was staring at her.*
</DIV> <DIV>Looking intently into her beautiful green eyes, he asked, “Abigail, do you trust me?”*
</DIV> <DIV>“Implicitly,” she replied.
</DIV> <DIV>“Good,” he said, grinning.
</DIV> <DIV>He rose from the blanket, extending his outstretched arms to her.* Abigail took his hands and joined him.
*
“Close your eyes?” he asked.*
</DIV> <DIV>She did as he requested, wandering what his intentions might be.* He retrieved a wide strip of black velvet material from the daypack and proceeded to place it securely around her eyes.*
</DIV> <DIV>“Now open your eyes,” he said.
</DIV> <DIV>“I can’t see a blessed thing,” she responded.* She instinctively brought her hands up to her eyes.*
</DIV> <DIV>“Stop!” he commanded.*
</DIV> <DIV>“Okay,” she said softly, sensing a bit of anger in his voice.
</DIV> <DIV>*“Are you sure you trust me?” he asked again.*
</DIV> <DIV>“Yes darling, I love and trust you completely,” she replied.*
</DIV> <DIV>“Okay Abigail, let’s see.* Extend both of your arms directly in front of you,” he instructed.* </DIV> <DIV>Without hesitation, Abigail did as asked.* It only took her a few seconds to realize what was being placed around her wrists… handcuffs.* She heard clicking sounds as the metal objects tightened around her.* Secured and blindfolded, she began questioning her judgment.
</DIV> <DIV>Abigail felt a hand grasp the chain between the cuffs.]]> Sat, 29 May 2010 01:25:11 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories Shinzon en My Ass Misses Your Hands http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/my-ass-misses-your-hands-697/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/my-ass-misses-your-hands-697/ By Shinzon

Since it was Sunday, I opted to catch up on some much needed rest by sleeping in for a bit.* When I finally woke around noon, I fixed myself a cup of exquisite Kona coffee and staggered off to the shower.* The hot water, combined with an initial jolt of caffeine helped rejuvenate my tired ass.*
</DIV> <DIV>While drinking another cup of the splendid Hawaiian brew, I checked my email.* My heart raced, as it typically does, when I saw a message from you in the inbox.* After reading the subject line, ‘My ass misses your hands,’ I chuckled, thinking you certainly know how to get my attention.* I read your message several times and smiled each time I came to the part that read, ‘I want to feel your hands on my ass right now.’
</DIV> <DIV>‘What an invigorating message to wake up to,’ I thought.* As I contemplated my hands rubbing your sweet ass, my mind slowly drifted off, recalling the events from the other night.**
</DIV> <DIV>------
</DIV> <DIV>Thursday evening
</DIV> <DIV>As I greet you at the door, my heart throbs with excitement from our eager and prolonged embrace.* My new job doesn’t allow me the opportunity to see you much these days so it pleases me to know that I am not alone in the ‘missing you’ department.** Clearly, it has been far too long since I’ve held you in my arms.
</DIV> <DIV>I gaze into your green eyes, looking for that familiar sparkle.* However, your eyes quickly tell me that something’s amiss.*
</DIV> <DIV>“What’s wrong, Sandy?” I ask concerned.
</DIV> <DIV>“Oh the usual,” you reply.
</DIV> <DIV>“You know.* Rowdy children and obnoxious parents,” you add.
</DIV> <DIV>“Oh, I see,” I state sympathetically.*
</DIV> <DIV>“Why don’t you take a relaxing shower and rest, while I go pick us up something to eat?” I suggest.
</DIV> <DIV>“Thank you Shawn, I think that’s a great idea,” you say with a hint of relief in your voice.</DIV> <DIV>As you step into the bathroom, I grab my car keys and head out in search of food.* I drive around for 20-30 minutes before stopping at a fast food place.* Hopefully, the alone time will give you an opportunity to unwind some.* I take the long way back to the hotel in order to give you some additional time.
</DIV> <DIV>As I enter the semi-darkened room, I marvel at the picturesque scene before me.* My eyes are immediately drawn to the queen-sized bed.* As I scan across the fluffy blue comforter, I can’t help but notice what a perfect backdrop it makes for your creamy complexion.** The natural beauty emanating from your near naked body is further amplified by the amber glow of the desk lamp.* A pair of white lace ruffled panties completes the portrait by accentuating the curves of your luscious body.* I am indeed transfixed by your beauty.*
</DIV> <DIV>Mesmerized, I quietly close the door and sit the food upon the table.* I am instinctively drawn to the tranquil scene before me.** Silently, I approach the bed, removing my clothes with each step.** Pausing at the foot of the bed, I contemplate how to best wake you.* Your provocative ass gives me a wonderful idea.
</DIV> <DIV>Cupping my palms over your cheeks, I begin massaging your scantily-clad bottom.* The slick material slides back and forth as I playfully tease and caress you.]]> Sat, 29 May 2010 01:12:31 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories Shinzon en L is for Lamb http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/l-is-for-lamb-688/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/l-is-for-lamb-688/
She ordered her mocha latte and scanned the crowded cafe for a seat, not seeing anywhere until a nice-looking man, sitting on his own at the very back, slid sideways to create a space for her to sit. She smiled absently in thanks and quickly walked up, squeezing her well-rounded arse in between two tables to sink down onto the bench seat in relief.

He had spotted her the minute she walked in - confident, professional, and... luscious. When he saw her scan the room, he decided to create an opportunity and slid along the bench, making plenty of space for her to sit. She rose to the bait, and when she leaned over slightly to squeeze in between the tables to sit down, her arse was presented to him, and he felt his hands twitch in anticipation of burying his fingers in her. He watched her sink down into the seat and noticed that she looked exhausted. "Good," he thought to himself "tired = lowered barriers", and he fully intended on taking advantage of any vulnerability she displayed. He wanted her.

Sitting there, she was completely inwards-focused until her order arrived, stirring her coffee and lifting the spoon to her lips to lick the chocolately froth away. He watched her intently, imagining what else he would ultimately get her to do with those lips... that tongue.

She glanced sideways at him and caught her breath in shock, feeling herself clench in response to the raw hunger she saw in his gaze. He noted all of this and smiled slightly, the hunter in him aroused even further by this touch of naivety. She blushed and squirmed in her seat, but her body turned towards his of its own accord regardless.

Hi, I'm Jay", he said, and slid along the bench so that he was almost touching her... almost. "Oh! I am Elle," she replied softly. "Ahh yes..." he muttered, "L is for Lamb; its my favourite meat", and her eyes widened at that, at the images already flooding her mind.

Sitting so close, she could feel the heat of his body next to her. Suddenly he reached one hand up to her neck, muttering something about needing to brush something away and, when his fingers caressed up behind her ear, she shivered with pleasure, exhaling sharply with a soft moan. He saw all this, and also noticed that she had spread her legs a fraction in response to his touch. 'Oh God she's hot' he thought, feeling his cock harden immediately at her responsiveness... imagining lifting her skirt up around her waist and fucking her hard, right then and there, in front of everyone in the cafe. "Mmmmmmm...." he groaned under his breath.

She had a sudden and vivid mental image of spinning around and straddling him, sliding her very wet pussy onto his hard cock, not caring that everyone was watching, just riding him until they both came, and she was surprised at herself - what the hell was going on here?

He noticed her sudden confusion and realised that she didn't know that she was lost already, that she was his, and decided to back off a little, to lull her into a false sense of security. So he pushed The Wolf to one side... for a while at least, and allowed The Man to take control.

Benign and unthreatening, he guided the conversation to find out everything about her, and she responded in kind. Her guard quickly dropped and she completely relaxed as they chatted easily, and he listened intently to her explanation about what she did for a living as an IT consultant. He smiled suddenly to himself at what he recognised as the perfect opportunity. "You know," he said "I have a software system and we need to design a new user interface - I would really like some expert advice on some of the up-front tasks. Would you be interested in at least having a look?"

She considered declining the offer and then thought 'What the hell, why not?', her mind briefly flitting over her earlier shocking responses to him, but then putting it down to being tired. Besides, she rationalised, it was good for the ego to be the recipient of some male appreciation and, as she wouldnt act on it anyway, there was no harm in it... right? "Yes, sounds great" she said, and they quickly arranged for her to meet him at his office at 6.30pm the following evening, after she had finished work for the day.

That arranged they walked out of the cafe to part ways. He turned to her and took her hand "It's been my pleasure L," he said and pulled her in to kiss her briefly on the cheek before whispering into her ear "and you are the most delish thing I've seen in quite a while", before letting her go and striding off to his car without a backwards glance. ]]> Sat, 15 May 2010 14:22:42 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories willingly en Not Your Average Day http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/not-your-average-day-693/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/not-your-average-day-693/
I woke up that morning finding myself naked and unable to move. My arms had been fastened to the top corners of the bed. My ankles were equally immobile.

“You’re not going to work today,” he said, in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

I looked at him, incredulously, since all the times I had asked him to try something different, before, he had avoided taking part. So now, he had me at a disadvantage. I was speechless, to say the least, but not for long.

At first he started slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragging the back of his fingernails from the tips of my fingers down over the palms of my hands. It felt wonderful to me, his hands priming me, a bit at a time. Then he began advancing down my tender wrists and arms, catching the crook of my elbow, making me squirm. He went back for a second go at them, beginning from the beginning, in a gentle repetition.

Over and over, lighter than a butterfly in flight, he continued sending delightful shivers down through me. He worked them across my upper arms, dancing his fingers now, making me giggle some. He could tell I was in that perfect spot – entirely under his control, with him at the helm. I wondered what he had in mind for me next.

That was when he began in earnest. His evil-minded fingers began to rain down upon the sensitive skin under my arms and around my naked breasts. In circles and whorls, like an unending cyclone, he raced his way over my skin, causing me to burst out in laughter I could not control. Every now and then he would pinch a nipple, and then resume his attack. He paused, only for a minute, to let me catch my breath, and then he began the assault on my stomach.

With pokes and squeezes, alternating with piano-like playing, his hands scoured the soft terrain of my sides and ribcage. My belly was now fair game, and he made sure it didn’t feel left out. Over and across, and then down into my bellybutton, he drew laughter from me I didn’t know that I had. By now my tummy was shaking like mad, my chest heaving, as I gulped in breaths to catch up with his hands. With every intake, my pillowy breasts jiggled, nipples hard and reaching for the ceiling. It was almost too much to bear.

I couldn’t believe this was the same quiet man I knew – the man who was so predictable, the man without any mischief in his heart. But here he was, unmistakably. And he went at his task with a determination and drive I had to respect.

He stopped for a moment, giving me a much-needed rest, while he pulled on a set of fur-covered gloves. Now where did he find those? I wondered. He began to work them down over my legs, stopping awhile to torment the tender skin around my knees. My legs were in delicious agony, as I banged them up and down off the bed as much as I could while restrained. I shrieked and laughed and screamed at him, as he found all the right places to bother and trouble.]]> Sat, 8 May 2010 04:07:13 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories peppercorn en <![CDATA[The Diner's Review]]> http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/the-diners-review-691/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/the-diners-review-691/
'There is something missing in the world of food service these days. In the good old days service and friendliness was everything; especially at a local Diner, like Janet's Diner situated in the Pomona area North West of Down town New York City. You might...'


Carrie stopped writing with a sigh, "I'm never going to get this right," she muttered in defeat.


Resting her head in her hands, Carrie prepared to give up for the day. At Twenty Six, Carried had finally been given the break she had worked so hard for; a job writing in the New York Times. Though she had been given a small food column buried deep in the paper, she saw it as a way to prove her writing ability and move up in the Times. As one of her first assignments, she had been instructed to review Janet's Diner.


Though it wasn't a big assignment or even that important, Carrie had enjoyed it all the same. The first meal had prompted a return visit, then another and finally this third return visit. Each visit was supposed to cause her creative juices to flow but the waitress that had served her on all three previous visits had certainly caused juices to flow, though not the creative kind.


So here she was, here fourth visit to Janet's and she still didn't know what to write to do this wonderful place justice.


"You look lost in thought," said a sweet, familiar voice above her.


Carrie glanced up and stopped herself from staring at the beautiful woman before her. It was the same waitress as before. Carrie's eyes wandered up the waitress' beautiful frame. She wore a white, button up t-shirt with "JANET'S" in bold red letters above her ample left breast and a name tag proclaiming "CHLOE" above her right. She wore a skirt of deep red that was somewhat tight and reached to her knees. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a lovely styled ponytail that let her piercing green eyes stand out.


Carrie felt herself growing aroused as she watched those beautiful eyes. She imagined the waitress naked and how amazing her body would feel under Carrie's careful, loving caresses. She imagined the feel of her breasts beneath her palms, the feel of her nipples hardening and the smell of excitement and moisture growing between her legs. Carrie couldn't help but feel wetness on her panties. She coughed and shook her head, trying to shake away her fantasies.


Carrie smiled at Chloe,"Yeah sorry, I'm trying to figure out what I want to say in my review of Janet's Diner that does it some justice."


"Still working on that huh?" said Chloe with a smile, "Is that why you've been here so much in the past week?"


Carrie thought she heard a note of disappointment in Chloe's voice but nodded. Chloe looked around the nearly empty room and sat down close beside Carrie.


"Mind if I read what you have so far?"


Carried hesitated for a second before smiling and handing Chloe her notebook. As Chloe read, Carrie tried desperately to ignore the feeling of the waitress' left breast that rest against her bare right arm as well as the feeling of Chloe's bare leg against Carrie's. She cursed herself for wearing shorts.


Ahh to be between the silky legs, the thought came unbidden and Carrie gulped to push it away.


"I like it, sounds good so far," smiled Chloe.

]]> Thu, 6 May 2010 17:02:34 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories illuminatus en The Beautiful Mark http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/the-beautiful-mark-686/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/the-beautiful-mark-686/ The Beautiful Mark
By
Gypsy

The party was in full swing when Kate walked through the front door of the mansion. She smiled pleasantly at the doorman as she handed over the invitation. Out of habit she threaded a strand of raven black hair behind her ear.
“It’d be my pleasure to show you to the ballroom, Miss Biltmore” His smile went ear to ear as he took in the beautiful vision in front of him. She was encased in red silk that hug her to body like a lover. It had a deep v showing off her lovely cleavage, the high slits on both sides gave a spectacular view of creamy long curvy legs that were enhance by shimmering black ice-pick heels. Lust gave his sleeping member a tug, something he hadn’t felt in long time.
“Why… thank you” Putting more warmth and sweetness in her smile, making sure she added a bit of Georgia peach and magnolia to her voice.
Her stilettos heels clicked against the Italian tile as they made their way to the ballroom. Nothing escaped Kate’s attention like, the priceless artwork that adorned the walls. Making mental notes of where the security cameras were placed. Once they arrived at the ballroom the doorman bowed deeply.
“Enjoy yourself, Miss.” The doorman wished that he was about forty years younger as he took his finally look at her. She was gorgeous he mused with real woman curves and had the most beautiful green eyes. They seem to sparkle like emeralds. He could listen to that south of Dixon accent all night.


“Oh, I shall” Gracing him with another one of her beautiful smiles, a wink, she turned and descended down the stairway. He watched her as she went. Thinking that she was different then most of these supposedly high class women. She didn’t look down her nose at you. Then there was the tattoo of the cat eyes at the small of her back that was winking at him with each slide of red silk. Most would think that was beneath them to have ink on them. Yeah, he mused if he was just a little younger he would chase after her. He sighed and solemnly went back to his post at the front door.
The ballroom brimmed with chatter, laughter and music. The dance floor was flurry of sparkles, shimmers. Flashes of black and white as couples swirl around in delight. There were small pockets of women gossiping and other pockets of men discussing current affairs with their ladies at their sides. Kate watched amusement as one of these men try to discreetly slip a hand down his lady back and caress her shapely round bottom. Kate smiled and chuckled as the lady wiggled her butt to get more attention.
Only the beautiful seem to be allowed entrance to the party. The throng was dressed in the finest clothing know to man. Nothing had been bought off the rack. Both gentleman and ladies of the crowd had their suits and gowns tailor made, bringing out their only very best features. The gems that glisten at the women’s ears, throat and writs were not paste. Kate was certain of that. Her fingers itched to liberate those gems from their current owners. It would be child’s play.]]> Sun, 2 May 2010 14:56:40 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories Gypsy en After the Recital http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/after-the-recital-599/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/after-the-recital-599/





She wore a lovely black dress that reached mid thigh and left an opening on her back. The dress was supported by thin black straps that crossed mid back and tied for support. It was cut low enough to suggest at the alluring pettiness of her breasts, while being high enough to not show too much. It was my favorite dress of hers and it seemed to hug every curve just right






“So you think I did okay,” she asked.






I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close, “You were amazing. You’re sure to get that position with the Orchestra.”






She snuggled into me chest briefly before reaching down and removing the heeled pumps she was wearing. She smiled and laughed, waving the shoes in front of me.






“These are so sexy but hurt like hell.”






I smiled back, “Then don’t wear them. You’re already sexy; you don’t need uncomfortable shoes to make you sexier.”






Shannon smiled and kissed me. The kiss felt so electric that we couldn’t stop. She wrapped her hands around my waist and held tightly. Her tongue entered my mouth and swirled together with mine. I felt her shudder in my grasp and knew what I was awakening. She clutched to me desperately and then separated from me suddenly.






With a seductive smile on her face, she bit her bottom lip. “Let’s get inside,” she said knowingly.






I nodded and followed her to the door. We entered quickly and before the door even shut, she made her move.






My back hit the door forcefully but I didn’t have time to cry out. Shannon’s lips sealed to mine as she deftly unbuttoned my shirt. Her lips left mine and traveled down my neck to my pectoral muscles. She kissed my muscled chest, lightly nibbling each nipple. I moaned as she traced my torso with her lips.






I grabbed her then, pulling her up to meet me eye level. Deftly, I twisted her around pushed her against the door, with just enough force to arouse her. She moaned and smiled while I pulled her arms above her head. I rested her hands on a coat hanger mounted on the door.






“Keep your hands here,” I commanded. She nodded and kissed me again.






Keeping her lips locked to mine, I used me finger nails to gently scratch down her forearms, then her upper arms. I teased gently down her under arms and then caressed lightly across her breasts. She gasped and shuddered. I could feel her nipples harden as I passed and decided to reverse directions briefly, running my palms along her perky breasts once more.






I left her chest and felt along her sides and stomach. When I reached her hips, I couldn’t help myself so I lifted her dress and ran my hands and fingernails across the smooth skin of her thighs and hips. I soon found my hands gripping her shapely butt.]]> Wed, 31 Mar 2010 23:06:56 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories illuminatus en Night Train http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/night-train-614/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/night-train-614/




Mike and I fantasize about having sex on a train until it is an obsession. It's our clittie, clittie, click, clack, chu-chu tease, and we smile and giggle. Sometimes we just look at each other and giggle. Like now, the sound of the train approaching --clatters, clangs and steam hisses and the whoosh of the passing cars flying by, clattering and squealing to a stop and blocking off the rest of the world. My cheeks flush and my heart races in anticipation.





Mike’s hand is warm and firm around my waist and I feel his hungry fingers making their way down my back; the warmth of his hand penetrates the light cotton skirt I am wearing. I look up and smile at him. I feel him, and I hunger for the feel of his groping fingers on my hot tingling thighs. I shudder just thinking how close Mike’s fingers are to easing their way up my already moist and welcoming crotch and into to my warm juicy pussy lips. I shudder with excitement and anticipation and I giggle as I glance up at Mike’s smiling face.





I want to feel his warm delicious fingers penetrate my pussy and his thumb rub against my clit. I want the thrill and intense feelings of his two deep penetrating fingers curling back inside my pussy walls, the internal massage and groping of my furrowed spongy “G” spot. Oh, ah yes, GOD yes -- my knees quiver a little just thinking about the delicious feel of it. My pussy lips swell, slick and moist -- Chu, chu, click, clack -- I giggle and shudder again.





The doors slide open on the late night train and we squeeze and wiggle our way through the departing crowd of people. The train is less crowded now, but still there are lots of would-be on-lookers, like the good-looking man reading a newspaper looking up at me, and our eyes meet for an instant.





I bite my lip. He looks delicious, and I feel like I could just eat him. I feel Mike and the tingling of my flesh tightening, and I feel the squeeze of his warm hand and probing fingers on my buttocks. His warm hand presses me forward and my feet and eyes move towards the vacant seats in front of the almost empty car. I slide my warm, fleshy buttocks along the cool plastic seat by the window.





I can see the man in the back as I turn, our eyes meet once again, so I must have made an impression on him. The train car is filling up now as I slide my shapely butt into a more accessible position on the cold plastic seat. I shiver a little, but it's not all from the chill of the seat.





I can see the newspaper guy still smiling at me from over the top of the paper. The lights flicker, and the whine and vibration of the engine signal the slow steady rocking motion of our train easing its way down the platform. The rocking and jerking motion of raw power excites me as the train begins its lumbering, steady motions, drawing me away to places hidden by the dark black night.]]> Mon, 29 Mar 2010 21:37:47 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories SlowHand en Jordan and the Lady http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/jordan-and-the-lady-673/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/jordan-and-the-lady-673/
Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away.


He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.'


Sometimes, she would be in her garden, on her knees, weeding. Those days he got to see her well proportioned figure, and hear her hum at her work. She had such a lovely voice, he thought. Other times she sat on her porch, with her legs crossed at the ankles, reading, and he could see her legs. Such shapely legs. So desirable to a red-blooded male who was just discovering feminine delights.


One Saturday morning Jordan had gone down to the local store when he noticed a familiar form, leaning over the counter, busy chatting to the storekeeper. He reckoned she was in her forties, and today she wore a bright red cotton dress, with a white belt, and her brown hair was gathered up in a pony tail with a red ribbon. She was the 'Lady' he admired so much. He could hear the familiar voice, and longed to be closer, but stayed just out of the way, partway down an aisle, looking on. He just caught the odd snippet of their conversation.


"...Anyway, as I was saying, Len, my husband, is away for two weeks on business, and wouldn't you know it, I have a problem with the plumbing in my kitchen. As you know, I'm fairly new to this area, and I don't know many people, let alone whether they are capable of fixing leaks. I wondered...is there any chance you could help me out?"


"Well now, Mrs Peters, you know, normally I would gladly help you, but what with the store, and the baby just being born, you know my life is pretty full right now. But I tell you what though; there is a board over there where locals put cards to advertise. You might find something there."


She thanked him, and then breezed past Jordan, hardly noticing him, on her way to check out the cards stuck on the board at the back of the shop.


He watched her for a few minutes as he bought his few items of shopping. Her hips swayed and her pony tail swished as she looked carefully from one side of the board to the other.


"No luck?" The shopkeeper called over, as she sighed and made her way toward the door.


"No" she replied, sadly. "Maybe I'll just ask around the neighbours, but I don't really know anyone that well."


Jordan took a step toward her and put out his hand.


"Er...Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear....Mrs Peters is it...?"


She half turned again.


"Yes it is. Oh, I've noticed you pass my way on your bike sometimes. Do you know of someone who could help me out?"


She shook his offered hand.


"Well, my name is Jordan," he smiled, and added "I have a bit of free time this afternoon. I'd be more than happy to take a look and see if I could do anything to help."


I'd do anything for a sexy mature woman such as you, he thought. There's something about that sexy ass of yours that really gets me going.


"Well...]]> Mon, 29 Mar 2010 14:47:28 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories brassy en Dream Lover Pt. 2 http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/dream-lover-pt-2-670/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/dream-lover-pt-2-670/ Ascending the grand staircase in her silken crimson skirts, her excitement almost bursting forth from her Angeline almost floated to the main entry as the guests continue to arrive for the much awaited yearly Christmas ball at the Justice Manor.


Nodding polite hello's and nicecities to those coming and going in and around the huge plantation house till she found her younger sister Catherine, and together the two rushed to the back veranda to the gardens in hopes to see the people of the party strolling in their fancy dresses, and holiday cheer.


"Will he come?" Catherine asked her sister in a almost giggle.


"Oh, I hope so, he promised he wouldn't dare miss a chance to dance with me again." Angeline said almost as giddy as her sister.


Suddenly they heard what sounded like boots lightly crunching on the icy walk, tugging her winter shawl tighter around herself, trying not to hold her breath as they came closer, stopped. Suddenly a sharp squeal from Catherine made her reel around to see what had scared her when she saw him there behind them, tall, handsome and just like he'd promised. He'd returned.


"Shh, Caty." Angeline shushed her younger sister.


"He scared me!" Catherine snipped back as she righted herself and let go of her sister's arm.


"Terrible of me ladies to scare the two of you. Forgive me?" Charles's deep voice vibrated both girls to the core. However his eyes never left Angeline. It never ceased to strike him completely useless whenever she was around, and tonight was no exception.


Dressed in Crimson silk, her skirts brushing the icy walk below her, her long exuberant hair cascading in light curls down clear to her narrow waist as it swung around her in her excitement.


"You remember what you're to tell papa, and mama if they should ask for me?" Angeline asked Catherine.


"You've taken a stroll to clear your head before returning to the full house." Catherine smiled completely in awe of the beautiful man in front of her.


"Very good, now go. Hurry." Angeline told her shooing her back to the house, watching her go and making sure she was out of sight and hearing before she turned, wrapped her arms around Charles's neck and pressing close whispered, "Oh my love how I missed you."


A inward moan feeling her delectable body in his arms again, he wrapped his powerful arms around her slender waist pulling her even closer, whispering near her ear, "My precious Angel, Angeline. I have missed you as well my love. Come I have a area ready for us." Charles lips caused a shiver through her as the warmth of his breath slid over her neck and exposed shoulders.


Following him without fail or hesitance Angeline was lead further out into the gardens. Seeing the sticks of where normally vibrant rows of roses normally were, all died and bare during the cold winter. Charles said nothing as he led her down the stone path's, knowing she trusted him without fail and tonight he'd planned to do more to deepen it.


[b][i]He'd been wanting her for what felt years. Ever since her family had come from the North in search of a better life here in the South. She emitted class, beauty and most of all grace with every step she took and every breath she breathed.]]> Sun, 28 Mar 2010 08:49:11 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories firefightinangel en Not just another Valentines Day http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/not-just-another-valentines-day-669/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/not-just-another-valentines-day-669/






She lowered herself slowly, bringing herself ever closer to that part of him which she craved. As he entered her a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips, carried on the whisper of breath that he always stole from her. Her body, already coated with a shimmering coating of sweat from her first orgasm, lowered further still until he was in her fully. The muscles in her back, hips, stomach and thighs worked together to rock her body forward and back, lifting her slightly, and lowering again as she controlled the tempo. His moans of pleasure matched her own, slow gasps of air filling each of them.







She began to rock faster, working her muscles and working him ever closer to orgasm as her second of the night was building. The rocking motions soon became erratic, her tempo moving closer to a frenzy as their orgasms came ever closer to realization. Her thrusts were no longer one of controlled love making, but more of a primal, needing lust. She fucked harder still, her body no longer raising but only rocking back and forth, her tight buttocks clenching with every motion. Her cries of ecstasy rang forth as her orgasm overtook her. She looked back over her shoulder, an unmistakeable smile on her lips even through her moans of pleasure. Her cries were joined by his, the two combining to make a sound that quickly became some what annoying. Their joined voices took on a buzzing sound, one which was far from pleasant.







David awoke with a start, the alarm buzzing near his head, the familiar sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He fought his way free of the sweat soaked sheets, trying to make it to the bathroom before the inevitable happened. The buzzing continued as the minimal contents of his stomach was reintroduced to the air. This was not the first morning he had prayed to the porcelain god, nor did he think it would be his last. That same dream had haunted him for the past two months, ever since his wife left him for another man. Same dream, same alarm, same morning activities. He had asked himself many times what it was that caused her to leave and never came up with an answer. The holidays had been the hardest to deal with, she was always fond of Christmas, and this past year spent it with someone else.







He washed his face, shaved and took his morning shower. Wrapped a towel around himself and walked into the bedroom to get dressed. The alarm had shut itself off as it did every morning, same 15 minute alarm time as always. The daily glance in the mirror revealed the same thing it always did. A nearly 30 year old man, around 6 feet in height, slim yet muscular with his neatly trimmed reddish-brown hair, goatee and deep, dark eyes. He stood here every morning, wondering if maybe it was just him that caused her to cheat on him, then leave.







David dropped his towel in the hamper and opened up the drawer of the near by dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxers and a pair of socks and laid them on the bed. Two short steps later he was standing at the door of his closet, once shared with her, and pulled out his normal attire for Friday.]]> Sat, 27 Mar 2010 05:20:43 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories seker en Story Night http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/story-night-664/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/story-night-664/




If there was one thing she could not accuse him of after almost five years of marriage was that he took her for granted. She never gave him the chance. Suzy was the type of girl that lived on the instant, if she wanted something she would go for it there and then. It had only been six months ago that she announced that she was fed up with the house they had bought a year earlier; two months later they were installed in a new home. Suzy had arranged the sale of the old home and the purchase of the new one all within six weeks and it was only now that Billy was starting to relax and enjoy their new surroundings. For all her unpredictability though, he adored her. Suzy was sexy and vibrant as well as very attractive. With their new home came a new four poster bed, Suzy’s idea again. It had been well used.





“So what do you think of Suzy’s writings then?” Jake asked him.





This had been the purpose of their meeting, to discuss Suzy’s stories. Suzy wrote erotica. Once again she had caught him by surprise by thrusting this side of her life upon him a few months previously. It had shocked him but not put him off. Her stories were arousing; descriptively filthy; shocking and surprising and they had excited him. Also there was the way that she would sometimes present them to him that made them even more enjoyable. A few nights earlier she came to him as he relaxed watching television, naked except for a sheer black negligee, waving a sheaf of papers in her hand. As he sat and read the short story she unzipped him and took his erection in her hand. Billy managed to get to the part where the husband had just lifted his wife’s legs onto the shoulders of the man positioning himself between her thighs. Her hand reached down to his and pushed it gently towards the other man’s penis. “Guide him into me darling.” She said softly. It was that vision of a man taking hold of another man’s erection and guiding into his wife’s pussy that sent him over the edge. His cum splashed over the pages and covered his groin as his cock pulsated in her hand. Suzy could masturbate him like no other girl had done before.





“They are good……very good.” He replied nervously as he began to wonder what the purpose of all this was and why she had left the two of them to talk alone.





“I hope you don’t mind but I have been giving her some details of my experiences as a ‘Bull’.”





Billy knew that she had been chatting to people on the internet about their sexual experiences using the material for her stories and Billy knew what the term ‘bull’ meant as well. He began to feel a little intimidated being in the presence of a man who ‘serviced’ other men’s wives. Billy nervously shook his head.




]]> Fri, 29 Jan 2010 12:45:02 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories angiewalkerblue en Massage To Go http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/massage-to-go-660/ http://www.mindspired.com/erotic-stories/steamy-stories-28/massage-to-go-660/

The whole problem started when Division promoted a senior accountant to the job of Director of Sales and Marketing. He didn’t quite understand that a sales department can only sell what customers want to buy, and if the company’s products weren’t that, selling was pretty difficult.


He kept harping about the amount of money we spent on travel every month without having anything to show for the cost. He couldn’t believe customers would pay half our price for the same product made in some third world country just because it was cheaper. I tried to explain the concept of product differentiation and its impact on sales, and I tried showing him the customer feedback reports that said our product wasn’t any better than our foreign competition. I pointed out that customers buy for price if everything else is equal, and only pay more if they believe they’re getting more. His answer was, "It’s thinking like that that’s killing American industry", whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.


I admit the mistake was mine. I’d had enough one day, and walked into his office, closed the door, and tried to explain the realities of sales to him. Somewhere along the way, it’s possible I did say he wouldn’t see the truth if it bit him on the ass. It’s also possible I said I didn’t know how he managed to wipe his ass since he couldn’t see that either. I really don’t remember.


Anyway, the next morning, my email said I had an appointment with Human Resources at nine. It didn’t take long. At nine-fifteen, I walked out of the building without my badge. I had their assurance they’d clean out my desk and send the contents to me as long as they didn’t deem said contents to be company property.


So, after a day of asking my scotch bottle why there were so many assholes in the world, and another of asking myself how I could be stupid enough to drink a quart of scotch at one sitting, I started to think about my new-found freedom.


I was twenty-five and single, had no debt other than the payment on the house I’d bought a couple of years earlier, and had six months severance pay in the bank.


It was also pretty certain that it would take those six months to find a job equivalent to the one I’d just left, so I had some time on my hands. I couldn’t very well go flip burgers, because interviews have a way of happening at any hour of the day, but I couldn’t sit at home without going nuts. Then, one day while flipping through the local newspaper I saw the answer.


LIKE PEOPLE? WANT TO BE YOUR OWN BOSS?


LEARN MASSAGE THERAPY AT NATSA COMMUNITY COLLEGE


There was some small print at the bottom of the add that said credits would probably not transfer to another college and that there was no guarantee, express or implied, of employment after graduation, but that didn’t matter to me. I was envisioning how many girls I could get in bed by offering them a massage.]]> Tue, 26 Jan 2010 03:56:18 Steamy Stories Steamy Stories ravenquill en