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Having Romantic Sex With a Stranger – Erotic Story

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m staring outside of my bedroom window while my boyfriend is fucking me vigorously in bed. Half of my face is buried underneath the pillow but I’m failing to enjoy this sex session. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up by it. I can feel how big his cock is inside me and how it’s bringing me close to the edge, but if I cum now, it would just be another orgasm. Continue reading Having Romantic Sex With a Stranger – Erotic Story

Real Sex – My First Anal Experience!

It was my first time, so, suffice to say I was quite nervous. My boyfriend smiled at me from across the table at our favourite Italian restaurant, stroking my hand affectionately, but I knew what was coming as soon as we got home. I sipped my glass of frosty Chardonnay politely and smiled back, tossing my dark hair over my shoulder. Continue reading Real Sex – My First Anal Experience!

Real Sex Story – A Business Trip Treat

It was indeed a treat, one that I wouldn’t forget soon. It was October 2012, when I was sent on a business tour to Oslo in Norway. As a bachelor and with a love for everything beautiful, I was excited. Back in the US, I always had women by the score. Never found a problem dating or having a steamy session with any of them. Not that I am a playboy or anything on those lines, but a man like me is known to be a ladies’ man. Continue reading Real Sex Story – A Business Trip Treat

Real Sex Stories – A Midnight Rendezvous

So what does a single man do when he has a hard-on rising between his legs in the middle of the night and is bored masturbating over porn? A man needs more than that, just more than what porn can ever give, he needs some real action. That is why I went on the internet and began searching for an escort in Nordstrand. Continue reading Real Sex Stories – A Midnight Rendezvous

Real Sex – Curing Boredom

I was sent to Frogner in Norway last year, as a student exchange counselor. It was in the month of December, when the winds blew cold and it bit my nerves to say the least. Every evening was a torture, not because there wasn’t enough brandy to keep me warm but because I needed more than just that. Continue reading Real Sex – Curing Boredom