Boys and Teen Female - Page 126



Copyright 2018 by tcs1963 I edited and rewrote some lines in this story. This story was written to see if there are genres that I can write that I have no experience in, and make it real enough for people to enjoy. I was surprised at how well people received my story



It was the summer holidays and I was going to Spain for a week, but there was a problem
.It was a Wednesday, and Trisha called me to come over. She wanted to see all the pictures I took of her. She wanted me to then pick out my favorite and think of only her and cum on it for her. I said they’re ready on a disk, and you can print out the one I pick


"What kind of music do you like?" "Who is your favourite author?" "Remember that time when me and Ariel sang that acoustic set at the monk?" "What's the first thing you think about in the morning?" We had known eachother for several months
My name is Amy and I'm 20 years old. I live in California. I have shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. I'm about 5'4 and around 105 pounds. I'm very tan, athletic and I used to consider myself a true tomboy. My story takes place when I was 14 and my cousin was 12
My name is Dylan Ashe, and I come from a town called Everton. Everton was a small town with a population of only four thousand people
I've had fantasies about my middle sister for many years and I long suspected she had more than just normal brother and sister feelings for me, too



Author's Note 1:These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy
Well fuck. I mean FUCK! All this time, how many months had it been? I didn’t even remember. How many shitty meals had I eaten from that bitch who couldn’t cook? Fuck, how many times did I fuck that nasty, smelly, wrinkling, fat ass bitch? All for my Mandy
"John?", Anna's sweet voice was barely audiable. I had just fallen asleep but woke up to see what she wanted. Her eyes, normally large and full of life, were drooping. "What?", I asked



Hey, my name is John, and I'm going to tell you about the time I had my first sexual experience. It all started when I was 15. I was on summer vacation, and me and my family were at our beach house on Long Beach Island, NJ



Ever watch those TV shows about school and there's always that 1 kid that gets picked on by the bullies and shoved into lockers? Yeah, that was me, not the bully but the one that got shoved into lockers



Sophomore, Junior and Senior year flew by. I had taken my SATs and gotten into the school of my dreams. All of my family and friends were happy for me. The twins were also accepted to the school of their dreams, the only problem with that was that the school was in Italy



Today I woke up and got dressed like any other day. I was wearing dark pink panties with a matching bra, red skinny jeans, and a blue hoody with black tank top under it, my shoes are white sneakers
My name is Josh; I’m 19 and you can say I'm a Loser. I have never had friends and I spend all my free time like all anti-social teenagers do, in my room alone listening to music and watching TV