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I am Barb, an attractive brunette woman in professional employment, with a good body and a strong sex drive, though in hindsight my earlier sex life could be described as mainly vanilla sex



I have changed the name of "Night Before the Game" to "High School Quarterback". I am going to go back and repost the first 2 parts with changes and the correct names but enjoy the third chapter. The locker room was ecstatic as I made my entrance
The girls laid on the bed waiting for him. Scarlet wanted to surprise her fiancé, Dante for his birthday, so she picked out a pretty girl to share with him. Dante was a large, muscular man. He was dark complected, and dressed like he had walked out of an American Eagle ad
NOTE: Hey Readers, turns out most of you didn't enjoy part 3, so because of that I'll drop the stone stuff. Fuck knows what I was thinking perhaps I just wasnt thinking at all. Ahh Lochy Part 4 Changing Direction “Gyaaahhhhh



As I schemed to get another girl added to my list of approved side chicks, I realized that I had a problem that wasn't going away. Danielle was trying as hard as possible to make this work, and was giving me as much freedom as I could realistically hope for
I watched my sister as she swam towards Taylor and me, completely topless. I was shocked and extremely horny again, even after just receiving a hand job from Taylor. As Megan popped out of the water something caught my eye from inside the house, it was my parents



The Airport by Zane From The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth Copyright©1997, 1998, 1999 All Rights Reserved You meet me at the airport right on time after my return flight from Jamaica. Even though I had a great time vacationing with my friends, I can hardly wait to see you



I had been lying in my bed for an hour now thinking about way had happen today. I never thought that I was gay in any way, but after having what happen to me happen, I knew that I was some what gay, maybe bi


Beach Bitch 4 Please note this story is written in UK English not American English, so if you wish to criticise my spelling, please ensure you know what you’re talking about before hand. A few days went by since I’d been fucked by Roger and Jim at the same time



It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years
Who Says you can’t go Home Part 1, 2 and 3 So this story is 3 parts, and is rather long. It has plenty of sex in it too. One thing that has always amazed me about this site is the amount of bondage and controlling of women you guys seem to like
Please read PART 1 to catch up otherwise you will not understand what is happening or why. Neither will you know who is who



Hi all, its Ali here! This is an account of events from the trip Aunt Sheen had promised to get her daughter Dee back home from Pune as she had moved for college last year
I have had numerous requests to continue on with the Quad’s. Here is the latest, and I hope you enjoy. **** The rest of the summer after we got back from our grandparents was spent in a blur



I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking)