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  True Erotic Stories

  Vol. 1

  By Dallas Haley

  © Dallas Haley 2012 Version 2.1

  Published by Red Curtain Publishing

  ALSO AVAILABLE FROM THIS AUTHOR:

  TRUE EROTIC STORIES VOL. 2

  TRUE EROTIC STORIES VOL. 3

  VALENTINE EROTICA FOR MEN AND WOMEN

  KINKY RAUNCHY SEXY (BDSM and other Naughty Tales)

  ©2012 by Dallas Haley. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely from coincidence.

  If you have stories you would like to tell, email them to me at [email protected]

  By emailing your story, you understand that it could be used in one of our publications. Stories published will have the names and places changed to ensure privacy, or may be rewritten to enhance our reader’s experience. Only stories that are of consenting, legal age adults will be eligible. Published stories will get a $25 Amazon Gift Card in return.

  A letter to our readers-

  Jeff and I have been collecting erotic stories for over ten years. (Has it been that long? Time flies when you’re having sex!) We aren’t swingers, but we do enjoy spicing up our marriage by being naughty now and again. Which inspired us to start asking others for their adventurous stories as well. All of what you read here is based on true stories that were sent to us in an email, private message, post on a forum, or told to us in person during one of our own little adventures. Some of the stories you read here are considered taboo subjects, but we don’t pass judgment on what we receive. However, we will only share stories that are between consenting adults. We always ask for permission to publish and share the stories sent to us, of course. To protect the privacy of those who we correspond with, names and places have been changed. We hope you enjoy these stories as much as we do!

  Love,

  Dallas

  MILF Lovers

  Brooke, a mother from San Diego, CA. sent us this email about her first encounter with Cheryl. We hope you enjoy it as much as we did!

  Dallas -

  Thanks so much for the email. I do have a story to tell, one that I’ve resisted letting go of for a long time!

  First a little about me. I’m a wife, and mother of two. Besides the occasional outing to a local happy hour, I hardly ever get drunk, and would consider myself to be like every other wife in every other house in our neighborhood. That is, until one afternoon a few months ago, when things got a little wild with a new friend of mine.

  I met Cheryl while volunteering to help at one of my son’s soccer games. My husband used to joke that my tight shirts and long red hair probably earned me the title of ‘MILF’ among the other husbands, but little did I know it was Cheryl who I would really earn that nickname with! (I’ve never looked on being whistled at or called attractive as a negative, by the way, and my husband was always a little turned on by thinking other men thought I was good looking).

  Cheryl and I were on the list to provide the soda and pizzas for an after game party. We had never met before, but hit it off right away.

  “I thought I was bringing the sodas,” I said. It was the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw her standing there, unpacking two cases from the back of her minivan.

  “Excuse me?” she asked. Her short brown hair was stylish, pushed back behind her ears. She smiled, then let out a little laugh when she saw me holding sodas of my own. It was her dimples that attracted me, she was just so cute.

  Now I have to say, I’ve never considered myself bisexual in any way at all, and although I didn’t realize it at the time, there was an instant electricity between us. At first I thought it was just two kindred spirits meeting, a new friend to have a drink with, that sort of thing, but I had no idea it would turn into what it did.

  “I guess we need to get some pizza,” she said. “I’ll go, it’s no big deal at all.”

  I told her my name, started to take the sodas to the field, then thought better of it.

  “No, let’s both go,” I said. “The boys won’t be done for a bit anyway. I’ll drive.”

  On the way she introduced herself, and I called ahead for the food. “Good planning,” she said, then added with a laugh, “I guess you can fix things after you mess up the first time!”

  Her laugh endeared me. She was the type to let things roll off her shoulders when plans didn’t work out. The type to avoid creating a drama when one wasn’t needed. I thought she was just what I needed.

  Over the course of several weeks, Cheryl and I started spending more and more time together. First it was one day a week on a trip with the kids, then it turned into two. The second was always a happy hour, which we called “BTG”. (That’s Break Time for the Girls).

  I really came to look forward to our BTG days, and was disappointed whenever something would come up to get in the way. As the busy life of two ‘MILFs’ would have it, two weeks in a row we couldn’t meet at all, and it was bugging me. Was something wrong?

  The next week Cheryl called me.

  “BTG?” she asked as soon as I answered my cell.

  “I can’t,” I said. “The boys are going camping and I have to help them get ready.”

  “We can’t seem to get our schedules straight,” she said. “Next week?”

  “Hope so.” And that was it. It had been a month since we had found time to hang out, and I thought we just weren’t going to be the friends I hoped for.

  My phone vibrated, letting me know I just received a text.

  “LADIES NIGHT SAT. YOU ON?” she asked.

  “OK. BUT CAN YOU GET AWAY?” I texted back.

  “YES. YOU GAME?”

  “HELL YES!” I said back.

  I found myself looking forward to Saturday all week. When the time arrived, I already had a couple drinks to get myself in the mood. I was looking in the mirror, making sure my makeup and hair were as perfect as they could be, and in the spirit of a Ladies Night, wore a cute blue shirt with a little extra cleavage than I normally showed. I pulled on a denim skirt to go with it, which I thought was just right. I was not thinking of cheating on my husband, mind you, but nothing was wrong with showing off a little either. I put on some perfume and was ready.

  “Oh my God girl,” she said when I got in the minivan. “You’ve got boobs!”

  I must have been blushing, because she said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m just used to seeing you in tee shirts. I knew you were attractive, but wow girl!”

  My breasts were something I thought only men noticed or women were jealous of. I looked down at my blouse, and smiled. “I guess I’m showing a bit more than normal.”

  “You look great,” she said.

  “You do too,” I said. Cheryl didn’t have my bust line, but she was small and cute. She was wearing a little black dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

  We got to the bar, and ended up drinking a lot more than I thought we would. I got flirted with more that night then as long as I could remember, but I can blame most of that on Cheryl.

 
“Two shots right away,” she said when we walked in the door. The place was crowded, it was a hot summer night, and the music was booming. Then it was another two shots, and still another two. A few drinks later, and she pulled me close.

  “Take your bra off,” she said in my ear. “I dare you!”

  “Are you kidding?” I asked. “This bra gives me more cleavage than I’m supposed to have!”

  “Chicken,” she said. “Sometimes naughty is fun.”

  With kids and a busy schedule, “naughty” was something I was missing in life.

  “You don’t have the problem of a breast falling out,” I said, still wanting to protest. I knew she would understand it wasn’t an insult to her smaller breast size, and I was right. She laughed, pulled down her top, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts to the table of men next to us. “You mean like this?”

  The collective chins at the table dropped to the floor, followed by a roar of applause and a free round of drinks. I also found myself very turned on by her naughty behavior, and I couldn’t help but notice just how perky her small nipples were. By the time she turned back around, I was unhooking the front clasp of my bra underneath my top.

  “There,” I said, straining my voice to be heard over the music. I threw the bra on the table.

  She gave me a round of applause of her own, and said, “Now we dance!”

  “Dance?” I asked, but it was too late. She grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me across the bar to the dance floor.

  Looking back on it now, I realize how against my normal behavior this was. The top was low cut and sheer already, and without my bra, my nipples were just barely visible through it. We brushed by several men on the way to the dance floor, and I found myself getting more and more turned on as my chest touched each one of them. It didn’t get past me that eyes were looking down, and it didn’t offend me to think of the men who were getting turned on by seeing what I normally would never show.

  We danced, flirted our asses off, drank even more, and laughed a lot. I drank enough that I could pretend later not to remember what happened next. Cheryl kissed me on the dance floor. It was just a peck on the cheek, then on the lips.

  “You’re gorgeous,” she said.

  I smiled, and motioned to head back to our table. We didn’t close down the bar, but it was certainly later than I had been out in a long time.

  “We should head out,” she said. She grabbed her purse, taking out her keys.

  “I’m drunk, but not drunk enough for you to drive,” I said. “Let’s get a cab.”

  On the way back to my house, the one thing I remember clearly was Cheryl touching my leg. First, it was just her leg touching mine, then she took her fingers and ever so gently touched the side of my thigh. This doesn’t sound like much, but she was touching me as if her fingers were a feather. Just barely enough to notice, but as she drew little patterns on my leg, then up to my knee, then just inside my leg but not too far down, I closed my eyes and let out a little moan.

  The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I knew I was getting wet.

  Suddenly we were at the house and she pulled away from me. A little embarrassed, I pulled my top together to fix my cleavage, paid the driver and asked her if she wanted to come inside.

  “Sure,” she said.

  The cab ride had been a short one, but the abrupt stop of her touching me in the cab was a serious buzz kill. I may not have been sober, but I sure felt very aware of how much skin I was showing.

  “I know we shouldn’t go there,” Cheryl said as we came in the door, “But have some wine?”

  “You know we’ll be hurting tomorrow,” I said.

  “I already planned on that,” she said.

  “You okay not going home?” I asked.

  “Don’t worry about me,” she said. “Wine?”

  “Okay, okay,” I said. “Have a seat on the couch.”

  I came back with the wine, and Cheryl had already helped herself to lowering the lights and striking a flame to candles I had sitting on the living room table. She had kicked off her shoes, and was relaxing on the couch with her feet tucked under her.

  “Not the best vintage,” I said, and handed her a glass.

  “I’m not complaining,” she said. “I had a great time tonight.”

  “Me too,” I said.

  We talked for at least 10 minutes, and were working on our second glass when the touching started again.

  “So you mentioned at the bar you aren’t having a lot of sex?” she asked.

  “It’s not that we don’t have sex,” I said. “It’s just that slightly kinky, naughty sex I’m missing. David and I used to really get into each other, and now not so much. There’s a lot of reasons, but I’m not complaining.”

  “Uh huh,” she said, and her fingers started drawing patterns again. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” she asked.

  I ran my fingers through my hair, and leaned my head back. The gentle touch of her fingers was incredible, and I couldn’t help but want it to continue as she moved toward the inside of my legs.

  “Um, no,” I said, barely getting the words out. “This just wasn’t the kinky I had in mind.”

  Cheryl moved closer to me, close enough for me to feel how erect her nipples were against my arm. Her fingers moved further up my thigh, then she suddenly started to draw them back before touching me where I was wet. “Tell me to stop anytime,” she said.

  “No,” I said, almost pleading as I grabbed her hand. “Sorry,” I said.

  “It’s ok,” she said. “No drama here.”

  Her fingers moved up my thigh again, and suddenly I could feel her caressing my pussy. It was magnificent, as my entire body shuddered in pleasure. I was so taken by her in the moment , and definitely drunk as well, that it was several seconds before I realized that she was kissing my chest as well. Her lips followed a pattern down between my breasts, then she moved them onto my left breast. She was ever so close to my nipple, but she couldn’t get my top open with one hand between my legs.

  I don’t know what I was thinking. Again, to be honest, I wasn’t thinking! I just reacted, moving my legs wide apart for her fingers, and without warning lifted my top over my head and tossed it away.

  Cheryl smiled intently, looking almost through me with her deep brown eyes. “Mmmm… I’ve fantasized about what you would look like,” she said.

  She caressed my left breast in her hand, and started tracing a pattern around my nipple with her tongue. “Look at your freckles,” she said. “They are so fucking sexy.”

  My hips were moving back and forth now in a rhythm with her fingers outside my panties, massaging my pussy. We moved together, and I laid back on the couch.

  She stopped for a moment, and I took in a deep breath, worried that she had to leave. She saw my expression.

  “Don’t worry,” she said, standing up. She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, revealing her slim figure and small black panties. She stood there for a moment, just smiling, and then took her panties off, dropping them to the floor. Her breasts were full B cups at least. Although at the time, I just found myself wanting to touch them, to caress them, even suck them. Our two body types were so different. My nipples were huge compared to hers, but then so were my breasts. My body had more curves, but her as was just round enough to make her sexy.

  She came over to me, and we kissed, her hands wandering over my body. I had never touched another woman’s body before. My hands were shaking, but I touched her anyway, first the smooth skin of her shoulders, then I caressed her breasts. She kissed my neck, then I kissed hers, and we were on the couch again. I laid back, and she kissed me on the lips. It was as full, wet, and erotic kiss as I have ever gotten. Then, she kissed my neck again, and kept moving down to my breasts.

  “I love your tits,” she said. I moaned as she sucked each one, taking her time as she enjoyed my body. I closed my eyes, and felt her tongue move down to my stomach, then down even more. I knew where
I wanted her to go.

  I lifted my ass as she pulled off my skirt and panties all in one motion. Then she pushed my legs apart, and moved down.

  “Mmmm. I love that you are shaved,” she said, and with a rush of sensation and excitement I felt her tongue. I realize now that I just couldn’t believe I was doing this, and that I was enjoying it.

  “Cheryl,” I said, breathing hard. “You are licking my pussy.”

  My hands found their way into her hair, and I couldn’t help but push her head into me as my hips thrust forward on their own. She thrust her fingers inside me, moving them with the motion of my hips.

  I was drunk, and in total ecstasy. My entire body moved with her as she licked me, my cunt getting wetter each time her fingers thrust into me. I don’t know how long she was in between my legs, but I didn’t want her to stop. She brought me to the edge of having an orgasm several times, then she would slow down, and begin again. Finally, I had to have it.

  “Please,” I said. “Make me cum.”

  “You want me to fuck you with my tongue and fingers baby?” she asked. I nodded, and she smiled.

  She started licking my cunt with a renewed passion, and her fingers thrust inside me hard. I screamed loud, moaning without any concern now. I grabbed the back of her head, and let her fuck me with her tongue and fingers. My hips and waist thrust into her face as she grabbed my ass with her free hand and pulled me even tighter into her.

  Suddenly, it was here. My orgasm came rushing up from my pussy, and into my entire body.

  “Oh my God,” I said. “Fuck me!” I thrust my hips forward, and she pushed inside me hard with her fingers, causing my body to shake with pure delight.

  I sank back down into the cushions of the couch, and she got on top of me, wiping her chin as she moved next to my body. There was a time I thought my juices on another woman’s face would be disgusting, but in the moment, I have to say honestly, it was sexy as hell.

  I was still turned on, but drunk enough that I just wanted to sleep.

  “Do I?” I asked, but couldn’t quite finish the question.