Consensual Sex - Page 439
By the time the first morning of my weekend visit at my brother’s fraternity house rolled around a fairly complex situation had already developed. I lied silently awake in bed beside Justin looking around his room



Hey readers. This is my first story. I did the best i could as English is not my first language. Constructive criticism welcome. Enjoy! Ariel was a single mom aged 36 and worked at the local all-girl school as the gym coach



Fbailey story number 288 Pose Nude For Daddy To relax I took up painting several years ago. Not houses, lawn ornaments, or even landscapes. What excites me is sex, women, and especially nudes. So I paint portraits of my nude wife



Continued from "Falling In, pt 2" Jackie and I spent the rest of he morning lazing around the school doing the stupid shit teen kids usually do at school before it starts. Walking the halls, joking, spending time with friends
Enjoy: “Keith, Keith Zane” the nursed called as I sat waiting in the doctor’s office. “The doctor will see you now” she said pointing to room number 2. The one with the sign “DR V. Edwards” on its door. I got up and started walking over to it
Chapter Six: More than thirty people dead, all killed by one man without the use of firearms. It was being called one of the worst mass-murders in American history
This starts out slow but does get better, so if you're just interested in the sex then skip down a bit. This is how I wish things would of turned out but I'm realistic enought to know if we hooked up it would be all bout the sex and nothing more
Adam had been called to the South Pole with less than a day’s notice. “It’s a once in a lifetime chance,” he’d said sadly, “If I don’t do it now it’ll never happen.” It was likely a good thing there wasn’t much time to talk about it – to debate the pros and cons
The first action that Mary took on our first evening as a newly married woman was to call the number written on the card from the shop assistant: “Good evening; my name is Mary. We met in the store you work in a few weeks ago and you gave me this number to ring after 7pm



It had been almost a week since Alanna and I had hooked up in her basement, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her. We had texted and called each other, even sending nude pictures to each other, but we were both busy and had yet to find time to "hang out" again


Fbailey story number 427 The White One-Piece Top Dad talked Mom into buying and wearing a white one-piece top. It was a T-shirt kind of thing with the crotch sewn shut so that she was to get naked to pee



Part 1 Milk with Breakfast. Jen woke up to the sweet smell of jizz. she had grown accustomed to doing so over her four day weekend. The family had arrived on Friday, when they'd first all fucked together for the first time
When you’re young, and in your teens, people always seem to be saying you’ve got the world at your feet, but it’s only when you’re older, you realise how true that was. At the time, it doesn’t always seem that way, especially if you’re not the most self-confident person around
I go onto my next fear. My surroundings are Tobias's apartment. He walks towards me. We pull each others faces to each other. Our lips open to each other. He bits my lip and we pull away. He grabs my waist and tugs up my shirt. I smack it away. "No Tobias." I say
Author's note: If you're into wham-bam-thank-you-mam stories, this isn't one of them. It's an extremely long story, and you should really read my "Terror in the Snowstorm" story first to learn how the characters got to this point. Thank you for your indulgence