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Friends with Benefits Hello my name is John. It was about mid summer of my 19th year when my girlfriend of 3 years and I had called it quits. We just weren’t working and we decided to just say screw it. Now her best friend Carey and I were pretty close friends as well



S&M Diary part 2 I had met a very tight-nit group of new friends from my Master, a man I had only just met. (See S&M Diary). I found myself trembling in the Master's bathroom after the events of what had transpired in the basement
Bella strolled through the woods with great purpose. Edward Cullen and his mysterious adopted vampire family had once again disappeared on one of their mysterious trips. Edward had forbid Bella from following them, saying it was too dangerous and that he would return soon



We got back to the table where Darlene, Joe Sandra, Tom and Laura were. There were 2 other couples there. Introductions were made. I do not recall their names. Laura said she had to go to the bathroom. I said I would go too. I waited for Laura outside the bathroom



This is a true story of one of the first times I'd ever hooked up with a man. I was 20 years old and had just started a job for the summer at the beach. I'm a pretty athletic looking guy, very fit and good looking
I must admit I love to jerk off. I’d usually do it in my room with the door locked sometimes sitting up on my bed my hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft stroking it or occasionally laying on the bed and just rubbing myself against the bed until I felt my hot cum escape my shaft


Early morning on a Sunday and I’m up and out of bed leaving Lex in my bed as I head out to get my run out of the way
Several days ago, I was sitting on my back deck . . . late . . .enjoying the summer night air, when I heard a screen door open and close. I peeked over the railing and saw Hailey, my neighbor's 14-year-old daughter



Husband and boyfriend I married Harold three years ago when we were both twenty. The first two years were not great but pretty good. He had a good job and we had a good but kind of plain sex life. We did not want kids yet so I was on the pill
Nothing feels worse than waking up after crying yourself to sleep. I’d feel humiliated but after everything that happened yesterday, maybe you can forgive me. I pulled myself out of sleep, my eyes crusted with dried tears and with a heavy weight in my heart
My mom took an apartment in a four-family house at the end of a sleepy suburban street that had seen better days. I was 9 going on 10 at the time but I didn't look that old. In fact, as many people took me for a girl as recognized that I was actually a boy



Bill and Debbie Hobland had been married for three years now. The marriage had started off well. Bill had a good job in the office of a major furniture company and they had decided that Debbie would be a stay at home wife and they would have a family



Michelle's Weekend Michelle hurried upstairs when she returned from work on Friday. Her mother was in the kitchen so she yelled a quick greeting, stripped out of her smelly clothes and jumped in the shower


It was a warm summers morning the day that I decided not to go into work. The job was crap and I just could not be bothered to waste a Friday sitting staring at the same old walls


C'mon, Sis Let's Fuck. Cassidy had walked in front of Bill for the third time. It was Saturday and she was doing her assigned duty, dusting and vacuuming