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had a man blow me for weeks and the thought of three other people watching another man blow me, then fucking an older lady while they watched sounded exciting - isn’t that what sex is about - excitement and pleasure? We agreed on the terms and conditions and I stressed no male penetration of my body



Sleep. Peaceful, refreshing sleep. James drifted silently through an empty abyss, alone in the dark expanse of his own mind. Isolated in deep, dreamless sleep. WHAT. THE. FUCK. James forced himself awake. He jolted in bed and sat straight up. Clenching his fists, he cursed aloud



It started off as a normal day, who knew it would end the way it did. I was only 17 when it happened, and the events in that toilet stall were among my first sexual experiences with another person. At that age I wasnt a jock, but I had a decent body
It was around two in the morning when I first got the text message. It was early July and so far I had wasted most of my summer doing what teenage guys do when they suddenly have nothing to fill the calendar: sleep
It was my most boring birthday ever. Both my parents were out of town on business trips. I don't have have a lot of friends. The few ones I had came over to my place in the evening and we spent a couple of hours together, celebrating as best we could
At the age of 15 I had discovered the joys of wanking (masturbation) and began to wank almost every day, my thoughts whilst doing the deed were usually of a few girls in the same class as me or my English Teacher (another story about that later)



Have you ever loved someone more than life itself? I mean, truly been willing to die just to be with them? If you are not sure, listen to my story and decide: What would you have done? My name is Robert. I'm 43 years old, divorced, and all my kids are grown



“Again I'm having the same dream” I thought to myself. It's always the same cold and dreary room. At first it always seems pitch black but thanks to a few small candles lights around the room I could see into the next room



Futa MILFs and Their Hot Daughters Chapter Three: Futa & the Latina Daughter By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Jolene Harland shuddered as she injected herself with the solution she and her mother had been working on. Pheromones
The Story of Ann Chapter 9 Becoming One with Jack's Group Patty, George, Jack and I had another round of sex before Jack and I dressed and went to our own room. I was a little unsure of the night’s events



"You really thing I'm going to fuck you?" Danielle says. "Not really, but a boy can dream" I say in reply, "Well keep dreaming!" A few hours later, alone, Danielle was beginning to think about her friend, and all of the tries he's made at her
It was one of those days of long eve studies that would leave me catching a late bus home, though on that night, I wasn’t alone. A classmate of mine needed some help in programming, and for lack of better things to do, I did just that
A.N. First off, this will likely be the last one I write for while. I'm back from break and taking classes again and Charlie is going to study abroad this semester, so unless one of us finds a way across the pond, we won't see each other for a while
mmer holidays and it was a particularly lonesome one for me at that time because my boyfriend had gone on a family vacation to Rome to see some God-knows-what deserted ancient ruins and to look at half-torn down buildings and historical structures that held no significance to modern times whatsoever
I walk into the Moore's Town library and look around. I scrunch my nose when the smell of old books assaults my most sensitive sense. I get a chill across my legs and try to pull them down a bit to cover more of me. I knew I should have worn pants instead of cargo shorts