Boys and Teen Female - Page 80



I'm letting you know, first story so don't expect an amazing work. Also, all characters, story lines, and ideas are mine, if they are similar to anyone else sorry, but it is purely a coincidence



Babysitting Sucks (Chapter One) Matthew had better plans for a Friday night than to sit in and babysit his younger sister Laura and her best friend Bella. Let's face it, babysitting sucks. Especially considering he was nearly 18, but his mum had other ideas for him
SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2 WINTER, 1967-68 It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my life I had an actual date for New Year's Eve. It wasn't anything particularly exciting; but just the fact that I got to stay out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary



This is a TRUE story as told to me by my friend. Names have been changed and if your underage in your state or country you must leave now.. This is for adults only over 18 only or older if your law says so.. I will write it as if she is telling you the story.



The only reason I got to class early that day was because I was so tired I didn't feel like doing anything except sleeping until class started, which was about 20 minutes after I was dropped off at school



Prologue I’m laying in a dark, silent room. My wrists are bound above my head to a rope attached to the ceiling. I am on my knees on the carpeted floor below me. I can feel the nakedness of my body, nothing is covering me. Suddenly, I hear a bang, a door in the distance


Despite the cold, rainy weather outside, it was stifling in the tent; not because of the temperature, which was at a pleasant magic-regulated level, but because of Ron’s absence. It had been weeks since he’d left, Apparating out of Harry and Hermione’s lives



Nope Hi my name is Zack Martin. I go to a school on a ship called the S.S. Tipton. I go there with my brother Cody, London Tipton (owner’s daughter)and, Bailey Pickett (Cody’s Girlfriend). They all are my good friends
Inside Me ----- 5 -- The countdown was on. I could only assume he wanted to have sex with me. He never tried though. The weekend came to pass. I slept with him Friday night. That was a given. I wasn’t about to leave him after that. Saturday night was a bit awkward
Mike walked in and sat his bag down on the steps going down into his room in the basement. He was just returning from a long hard day of tests and other bullshit at school
Sorry for the grammatical mistakes I made this is my first story on this site and don’t have much writing skills. Hi. I feel I’m a lucky guy in the world because on 26/07/2016 I met a Australian lady in ITC Windsor and had a awful fun
Lilly patted down her cat ears and made sure her cat tail was on straight as she stood up to leave the party. She hugged her friends goodbye and promised to see them all the next day in class, when the Freshman class would be throwing another Halloween party



What happens under the covers…Stays under the covers… Part 1 (Revised) Chapter One “This will surely go down in the record books as the storm of the century.” The meteorologist’s voice bellowed from the 32 inch flat TV screen



Ryan, His cousin Kara, and his aunt Misty go shopping for new clothes New Family Secrets VI We got to the mall about 6:30pm and headed inside. We were walking and Misty asked where we should go first and Kara said we should hit the Buckle first



I love baseball. I’m not the best at it. I tried out for my high school team and made it once out of two attempts. I’m not the next Babe Ruth, but I’m also not like some guys who couldn’t even catch the ball and still think they could become superstars