Bi-sexual - Page 40



This is a fantasy story but it will begin with a few true facts. I met Paul in a Chicago bathhouse (this true story is here named Chicago Part 2 – a return visit) and we have remained friends and sex partners



Roman’s Girls By Sinistra Allison Allison gripped the steering wheel as she her way up the winding gravel path, flanked by two large hedgerows
Right from his birth the boy who would come to be known as Tutankhamun was given everything he desired. Which was unsurprising, given that he was the son of the Pharaoh Akhenaten
=========================================================== You’d better read “My Husband’s Friend Visits Us” first, as it’s the beginning of this story



It’s been a few months since Ali went into labor (while she was teasing me with a blowjob, actually) and it went perfectly



“Why not, look forward to it, very much,” I smiled back. I am of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting



Author's note, part 2: I have noticed, and some other authors have commented on, the gang of trolls that seems to obsessively downvote new stories en masse for some reason. I guess this is the literary equivalent of vandalism. It's always easier to tear down than create



Legendary Shy Chapter 1 “Good Morning KEN!” *bam* “dad when are you going to learn?” I looked down at my dad lying upside down on my bed with his back against the wall



“We need to talk.” Is all Brenda had to say, and she was right. She didn’t seem mad at all, unlike when I first saw her when she pulled me from her closet, that’s good



One day, there was this kid, 15 years old. His name was Seth Basham. He wasn’t unpopular in school, or a weirdo. He wasn’t fat. Actually, he had really good friends, though, he liked being alone. Seth was straight, he has had a few girlfriends, and had one currently



Thank you for all the comments to date. I truly appreciate them all (Yes, even the negative ones). Broken Bliss Chapter 4 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I was rather disappointed to wake up this morning, and realize Mom hadn't come in to see me last night
The River by TW aka RatFink Wally, loaded down with camping gear, along with his new friend Mat, tramped along the narrow trail that followed a river that flowed through the outskirts of their town



I have this fantasy, You get on a train, wearing a short black skirt, very tight and indecent. Underneath, is a flimsy red thong that barely covers your pussy and rides very high up your ass crack



We had decided about 6 months ago that our family would take a UK based holiday this year and Gemma, kays older sister by 2 years would join us with her family. Just a little resort by the southern coast which we could stay in a log cabin together



Cousin Ashley Gets Her Own Story by rutger5 “The nerve of him rubbing our faces in it” I fumed to my mother “and after all we did for him.” “Don’t look at it that way Ashley. That’s the way things go