Category: eros

Marie and Dawn

Marie and Dawn

by Marie LeClare

Dawn and Marie became best friends the first day they met in 7th grade. It was Dawn’s first day at a new school and Marie’s best friend had moved away last year. Both girls had been inseparable for the first part of the school year, but this was the first night that Dawn got to stay overnight at Marie’s house. It was morning and Marie’s parents had left for work. Since Marie didn’t have any brothers or sisters, the girls were left all alone at home. And since it was a school holiday, they had the house to themselves.

Marie woke up first. She rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Dawn’s nightie had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Marie fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Dawn was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends pussy. She wasn’t sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling that she got each time just before she played with herself.

As she looked at Dawn, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to rub her little clit. This always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn’t alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friends body. Dawn was very cute; long blonde hair, big blue eyes. Just the opposite to Marie. Who had long black hair. Marie wondered if Dawn ever touched with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but not that.
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Who doesn’t love a chubby babe? Not a big fat pig with cottage cheese cellulite, but I mean, the hell with a Playboy model with fake tits and a washboard stomach, what we all really want is a cute honey with a little pooch belly and a round, firm chubby butt! Here’s some chubby chicks and a chubby lesbian story to wet your whistle to. We threw some old, ugly and hairy ones in too for variety. Enjoy!

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Bike Race

Marie LeClare

This week docweasel.com brings you a new erotic story from Marie LeClare
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Mardi-Gras

Mardi-Gras

by Marie LeClare

My girlfriend and I had made plans for the longest time to go and see Mardi Gras, but we had broken up, so a gay guy I know told me he wanted to go. Since I treated him like a sister I decided we would go, because he had told me Mardi Gras was like a sexual Disneyland, and what I really needed was sex.

It was a great day in New Orleans, and the weather was co-operating, as we checked into our separate rooms at the hotel, and changed to our partying clothes.

He told me and I agreed that if we met somebody, we would meet the next day at the hotel for breakfast, lunch, or supper, as the case may be.

As we approached Bourbon Street we could hear the music and the crowds. There were thousands of people all in a party mode, wearing costumes of every description, and all with Mardi Gras beads.

As we walked down to the heart of the French Quarter, or the Quarter as everybody refers to it, we got our Hurricanes and started to dance to the music coming from all the clubs. I don’t know what’s in a Hurricane drink but it’s potent, and its effects were beginning to show with our dancing in the middle of the street like everybody else.

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Heartless

by Marie LeClare

Nancy introduced Marie to the other girls, and told her that she would be up later for them to have a talk and see about regular clothes. No designer clothes were to be allowed in the house.

As Kelsea tried to figure out all of the days happenings, while laying on the bed on her tummy, she heard a soft knock and in came Nancy, walking over and sitting next to Kelsea on the bed.

As Nancy put her hand on the back of Kelsea’s leg she started to rub softly, explaining some of the rules of the house, one being none of the other girls were to share her bed with her, and asking if it felt good her rubbing the back of her legs.

Kelsea was confused, after all that had happened, and now this very attractive older woman with streaks of gray in her hair was rubbing her leg and, oh there now, her thumb had just went under the elastic of Kelsea’s panties.
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No wonder teenage amateur girls are tricked into posting their tits and ass on the net, if this comment thread is representative of the average teen female internet user.

I didn’t go to this link to humiliate these stupid kids.

I was trying to find the joke Paul Reiser is telling at the end of the film Diner and this was one of pages that came up, God alone knows why, Google is inscrutable at times.
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In the Western tradition, the idealized nude and—more explicitly—sex have long been sticking points in artistic discourse across generations—controversial for their beauty on the one hand, and its supposedly sinful nature on the other.

In stark contrast, Japanese erotica in paintings and prints have held a ubiquitous position in society, starting with the Heian aristocracy of the ninth century and trickling down to a rising, modern urban middle class.

While styles have changed over the centuries, these works are connected by a shared celebration of life’s fleeting, earthly pleasures under the term ukiyo-e, or the Floating World.

A great new site from our friends at Japan-Sex.Asia. The .asia domains are going to be a very lucrative investment in the coming years, and this site offers some great ones for sale. Grab them now, while prices are reasonable, they will only grow in value in the coming year.
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Dancing With the Devil

by Marie LeClare

Nicole had been told since she was very little that she was beautiful. All the family and the relatives agreed that she was lovely and she would some day become a top fashion model, because of her height. She was 6 foot tall on her 16th birthday, with a complexion of cocoa and cream. It was either becoming a top fashion model or a movie actress, Nicole didn’t much care because either way she was going to become famous.

So Nicole left Liverpool when she was 17, going to London to make her mark on the world as a first class fashion model, but after being in London for a year, and being ripped off by a photographer who said she needed a portfolio of her pictures, and it costing her last shilling, it didn’t do any good. She could only find work as a shop girl in Soho that she decided on her 18th birthday to return home to Liverpool.

It was either taking the bus or train back home to Liverpool, since she didn’t own a car, Nicole opted for the train, settling into a compartment for the trip home with her newest book on how to become a model. She thought there had to be the answer in the book as to why she wasn’t already famous, and hadn’t been discovered.

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Bodhisattva would you take me by the hand
Can you show me the shine of your Japan
The sparkle of your china
Can you show me Bodhisattva
Bodhisattva I’m gonna sell my house in town
And I’ll be there to shine in your Japan
To sparkle in your China
Yes I’ll be there Bodhisattva
-Donald Fagin, although he admits he regrets the lyric
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London Shopgirl

by Marie LeClare

I went into a little shop, near the Kensington Palace Hotel, on my first trip to London. I really wanted to doll myself up for a night out in London, hopefully looking for the local talent of hot women, or birds as they’re called in that part of the world.

I noticed this beautiful sales clerk across from the bra and panties, in the lingerie section, who really took my breath away. My pussy began to sense a horny attraction and started to anticipate the inevitable.

Soon this sales assistant started to walk over in my direction and my heart began to pound what would I say or do? She introduced herself as Sarah with a sultry smile, and the cutest Irish accent outside of Boston. I told her I was interested in thongs so she led me to the correct section.

She commented on my figure, and I must admit I do work out religiously since I had been unceremoniously dumped by my ex girlfriend who said my ass was too big, and who turned out to be straight.

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