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Halloween Arriving at the party on Sam’s arm Tegan scanned the room with some anxiety. She wasn’t entirely sure what she had agreed to when Sam invited her, but she knew he wouldn’t have done so were it not going to be sexually adventurous



It all started many months ago. It was late July. This was my second year of helping the local marching band at high school. I had graduated two years before and was in the band so I jumped at the first chance I got to help



Suzy was feeling lonely and neglected Suzy’s Sexcapades 1 Suzy got home from work tired and bored from another mundane day at work. Bill was sitting in his chair smoking a cigarette as usual, doing nothing
When I was in college a bunch of us would hang around the dorm and tell tales about our first time screwing a girl. I’m sure that most of it was more fantasy than reality, but I normally smiled and didn’t contribute or said “I’m just keeping it personal



Things get wild in Africa. Pt 1. Back in the fifties and sixties, my father worked in Tanganyika or Tanzania as it’s now called



"Help! Somebody please! Where am I" Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs letting it echo upward in the vast canon. Kayla had no clue where she was, her last memory was laying her head down for bed, and now she was somewhere completely vacant to her mind
Lives of Louise: Making of a Filipina slut. After that time (last story, “Beginnings”) I always thought that only my uncle Tito would be my lover I never thought his friend and others would also be



Times in my Life: Part Three ---------- Introduction: The third installment in the series ---------- ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE OF LEGAL AGE
I heard Bastian park our car in the garage. I was happy. I had waited for him all day, and a good part of the night. It was 3 am. When he opened the door of the living room, his grey eyes met mine. He was exhausted, but he smiled to me nonetheless. We hugged. He smelled of lavander



REVENGE IS SWEET I was having problems at school. I was being bullied by this guy, Hugh Rooney, who was 15, two years older than me and the son of one of the town’s top and richest businessmen. Like father like son



I’d already been in bed for a couple of hours when the sheets shuffled and the mattress moved a bit. I woke enough to scoot over and make some room when I felt her hair fall on my bare shoulder and her breath come close to my ear



Detention Chapter Nine By: Robert Jimenez Typically I hated going to school, but after spending time with Chris for the majority of the weekend, I was actually excited about seeing his face in class. I had fallen asleep smiling Sunday night, and had woke up smiling Monday morning



I stood in the pouring rain soaked, teeth chattering, and clothes plastered to my skin. My bag next to me, I was sure that all my stuff would be ruined



Disclaimer: READ THE THEMES - If you do not wish to read about this subject matter then do not proceed This is an entirely original work. All rights reserved ___________________ ___________________ Thursday 16th May 1991 11:14 pm Fuck. I'm in deep shit
After the incredible day with Miko, I took some time off from dating and everything. It was the end of September when I met Samantha for the first time