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Written by Administrator
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We would like to thank all of those fine Vegas fans that voted for their favorite story in our first ever Vegas erotic story contest. We are pleased to announce that once the contest was finalized and votes counted....we have a tie. The following two stories received the exact same number of votes:
"Bewitching Night in Sin City" - A Couple makes a new friend at a private party
"Paradise by the Stage Floor Lights" - An wardrobe tech at Cirque's "Mystere" has an after-hour romp with a Russian acrobat.
We have decided to award the first place prize to both authors. Both will receive the $150 payment as well as the placement and link on our front page for a period of 30 days. Thank you all, again, for you participation and we will certainly be sponsoring another contest in the upcoming months.
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Read more... - Erotic story contest...
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Written by Donnie Magazino
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Can a city smell like sex? Las Vegas somehow smelled like a sweaty doggy-style shagging in the backstage makeup room during a Wayne Newton show. Even the steady rattle of slot machines, floating above the chatter of Polyester-clad fortune seekers, conspired to make Eric horny. This place seemed taunting and brazenly ready for anything. In years past, before the kids, before those awkward dinners alone when Eric stayed late grading papers, before the extra flab around their upper arms, he might have been tempted to urge his wife to into a Vegas romp in their outrageously stylish hotel room. But that jet-lag scowl she wore already told him 'no.' And his gawking away at the cocktail waitress's long sturdy stems didn't help. |
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Read more... - Stakes up higher
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Written by Asia Avedon
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If there's one thing I hate, it's being cornered during the first act by a sweaty, naked blond Russian man...especially one I'd skipped out on the night before. Sometimes, after-work drinks at Treasure Island took a turn for the dirty. Mikhail knew that I was flustered. He saw the handles of the overstuffed laundry bucket slip in my suddenly sweaty hands, and caught my eyes sweeping down his solid chest. The small, smug half-grin on his sexy lips gave away his satisfaction. After all, Mikhail been after me since I started working as a wardrobe tech on Cirque's “Mystere” show, and now I could see exactly what I'd turned down by running away. What was I thinking, anyway, |
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Read more... - Paradise by the Stag...
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Written by Stephanie Barnard
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Well I always heard it was supposed to stay in Vegas, but as long as I change a name or two things shouldn’t be to compromising to anyone. A long time friend of mine “Tommy”, agreed to accompany me to a sales convention my company was sending me off to in Vegas. Now Tommy and I have known each other for about eight years, we were always open about our attraction for each other but just never managed to hit it off in the couples scene. The two of us already had our steamy nights of passion and our drunk overindulgences in each other, so I thought a weekend in Vegas with my company footing the bill would be your run of the mill fun. |
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Read more... - Tying up Tommy
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Written by Charmergirl
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My handsome husband and I checked into Bally’s for a weekend getaway - what could be more exciting and sensual than spending a sexy Halloween in the city known for sin? We got to the suite - barely able to contain our sexual excitement for what would lie ahead - an adventure based solely on temptation of the flesh.
We had made careful costume selections for the evening, something very sexy, yet that would identify us as a couple - that was very important for what we had in mind. |
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Read more... - Bewitching night in ...
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Written by Brindle Chase
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It’s amazing what a little anonymity can stir up. I like to think everyone has one of those moments we excuse as college experimenting. Most of them don’t actually happen during college, but we all have one. Don’t we?
Mine was on vacation in Las Vegas. Could there ever be a more fitting place to say farewell to an inhibition? Or three?
Brad and I had only been married two years and recently graduated from the newly wed syndrome. We still had sex. A lot. But it wasn’t like it used to be. You know how it is. Always touching, looking for any excuse to go at it like rabbits. Five times a day and it wasn’t enough. These days five times a week was the norm. |
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Read more... - That One Night in Ve...
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Written Erotica Tuesday, 22 May 2012
