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Stimulating
Stories About College Sex
A Compilation of Literate
Erotica
These short stories
are works of
fiction. Names,
characters, places
and incidents either
are the product of
the author’s vivid
imagination or are
used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to
actual human beings,
living or dead,
business
enterprises, events
or locales is
entirely
coincidental.
I Want To Do More
We
kissed on our
second date.
The first kiss
was not
premeditated.
Our eyes met
during a lull
in our
conversation.
Smiles, more
shy than
sensuous,
filled our
faces and we
moved closer.
Our smiles
grew and our
lips moved
closer. Just
when our
smiles could
not get any
bigger, our
lips met, but
only for an
instant. We
had been
unprepared for
the intensity
of that first
kiss. We
kissed again.
And yet again.
These were simply
kisses. Not a kiss as a
preliminary nor a kiss as
prelude. Those came soon.
The kiss as
prelude is the mark of
lovers.
It starts with a
glance that leads to a kiss.
The kiss becomes a prelude
to more kisses. Those kisses
become a prelude to
foreplay. Foreplay is a
prelude to splaying legs and
spilling semen. With time,
kisses become a prelude to
promises that lead to a
commitment that leads to
permanence. Kisses bind us.
(read
more)
Latter
Day Dalliance
She
began to hum a
waltz and
moved with the
grace of a
ballerina
while we
orbited around
her room. We
narrowed our
embrace when
she stopped
humming. We
kissed and our
tongues
resumed the
moves she had
learned last
night. My
penis, barely
restrained by
my underwear,
filled the
narrow space
between her
labia and I
slowly moved
it up and down
by flexing my
knees. As her
guttural
sounds
intensified, I
broke our
embrace,
knelt, and
kissed her
gently above
the waistband.
She did not
resist when I
pulled down
her underpants
by an inch and
again gave her
a line of
kisses. I then
brought them
down by less
than an inch
and after
three kisses,
she said,
"You're taking
too long,
Harry, just
pull them down
all the way!"
She stepped
out of her
underpants and
I now kissed
her upper
thighs; the
left, then the
right. I
placed my lips
on her labia
and inserted
my tongue. I
flicked it in
and out
through the
length of that
tasty valley,
especially
around the
nubbin.
(read
more)
The Jerky
Question
I began
calling them
“earthquake panties”
because the pattern
looked like a
psychedelic rendering
of a seismograph
tracing. And also,
because Becky could
make our bed shake at
over 7.0 on the
Richter scale after my
prolonged probing of
the intricate folds
and crevices
associated with a
favorite low summit of
her gently undulating
topography. (read
more)
Seminal
Tour of the
Grand Canyon
In
the forthcoming story
about Becky, she and
Harry go to the Grand
Canyon for Spring
Break to see the Great
Unconformity
(stratigraphic
discontinuity) below
the Tapeats Sandstone
caused by scouring by
massive Ice Sheets
during the Cryogenian
in the Pre-Cambrian.
They arrive from the
south close to sunset,
turn right on the Rim
Road, and park at the
unmarked trailhead to
the Shoshone Point
overlook. They run to
see the view. Harry
comments that the
long, deep valley
extending below the
Point looks the the
earth's vulva. She
agrees and they start
kissing, soon undress
from the waist down,
and with Becky bent
forward to admire the
thunderstorms over the
North Rim, Harry
enters from behind.
(They go on to
establish more
personal sexual
landmarks around the
canyon during their
stay.)
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