Com and searched the word erotica.I have always been into reading erotic stories. I love reading about what goes through other peoples minds, especial...ly when it comes to sexual matters. So when the search results popped up, a link to a site called Storiesonline.net caught my eye and I decided to check it out.The more I read, the more I sat in my chair and got more and more uncomfortable because my erection was throbbing against my jeans, just ready to burst out of my zipper. Ready to be. One handsome man, I believe named Robert, whispered in my ear as he hugged and kissed me, “May I be your first sweetheart?” “Excuse me my friends,” Winston said, clearing his throat bringing silence to the room again, “Girls’ Fantasy Night.” A silver silent butler was produced by Barbara, who flipped open the top, allowing Winston to pull out a card. “Lindsey Holmgren,” he shouted out to the assembled crowd. My heart nearly stopped. My heart began to race as I felt my face flush with. I shook my head. “Danielle won’t be happy if I run down there like this.”Jordan smiled slyly and looked me over. “You never know, she might enjoy what she sees.”I groaned, not from the thought of Danielle seeing me, but because of my reaction to the idea. Was that bad? I’d fought to stay under so many radars for the last four years that I’d never considered what might happen if someone who didn’t know me took notice. Small town life doesn’t allow for instances like that.Jordan giggled.I looked. .." Isla said, stifling a sob, "... when she made me kneel..." Ilsa closed her eyes to make it through the memory, "... when she made me lick her like that..."Melanie stroked Ilsa's hair. "Yes Ilsa, tell me." I-I saw a tripod out of the corner of my eye. I looked at it, and saw it had a camera on top, and a red light was on. That's all I could make out before Desiree grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down, and..." I know... I know, Ilsa," Melanie soothed her, wincing at the memory of being.