McEroticStories

Category: straight

  • Purity Ring

    Chapter 1: In which I tell you about my body. Especially my slit. I’m a virgin. Well, I’m not really but I pretend I am. I have this purity ring that I started to wear when I was a young teenager before I knew any better. It says that I’m going to stay a virgin…

  • Up at the Crack of Dawn

    I didn’t go to American High School, but I didn’t let my lack of experience in this area inhibit me from trying to write a story about it! My name is Virginia and yes, I was a virgin, at least I was at the start. My friends call me Ginny. I’m ABC, American-born Chinese, about…

  • My New Job

    Let me start by telling you a bit about myself. I’m not going to be modest. I’m a 24 year old woman, I’m smart and I’m attractive. Hot, even. If I was a couple of inches taller I could have been a model. I get hit on all the time and I could have had…

  • Tungsten

    My name is Mike Tungsten. You’ve probably heard of me. I’m a rock star. Of course Mike Tungsten is just a stage name. You probably know why I chose it, especially if you are a woman. I’ve got a long tongue. A very long tongue. When I stick it out on stage during guitar solos,…

  • Baker Boy

    Violet left the café on the errand she most enjoyed, going to the bakery a few blocks away that made their croissants and bread. They made their own cakes at the café but bread they bought in. The reason Violet enjoyed the errand is that there was a young man who worked at the bakery…

  • Lunch on the Grass

    Laura looked out of the window. It was warm and sunny which was always nice in San Francisco. Even in the Fillmore district the fog would often intrude, blanketing the city in cold, damp misery. But today it was warm and sunny and so she was just wearing a summer top and shorts. Laura should…

  • Georgia’s Golden Gate

    He was in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art looking at one of the photographs. He was aware there was a woman beside him looking at the next photo. Suddenly she stepped in front of him to move to the next photo. His eyes met hers as he stepped back to give her room,…

  • Chicago Girl

    I wrote a short version of this story as a sort of “small plate.” But I got lots of mail and comments that it was too short, that it ended too soon. So here is the “entrée” version. He didn’t even notice her at first as he walked up the street away from San Francisco…

  • The Week

    I wrote this story years ago in the days of Polaroid cameras and cassette recorders. I’ve brought it up to date and revised it in other ways. Toni lay in bed. She was alone since her husband Chris was away on a business trip. She lay on her back and almost automatically her legs spread…

  • Guest Services: Tungsten

    Of all the stories I’ve written, “Guest Services” probably generated the most email asking for a sequel. So I wrote one, “Guest Services: Tuesday” which generated still more email asking for another sequel. And here it is; Michèle is finally back. It doesn’t matter if you’ve read the other stories or not, each one stands…