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Chapter 1: Amber had picked out her shortest skirt that day—she’d known it would draw a lot of attention, and though she had a large collection of slutty outfits, she’d really wanted to make an impression at the party

in with a deep kiss and pull yourself against me feeling me grow hard instantly against you, we move into the lounge and you slowly undress me, touching me gently with your long fingers until you grasp my cock and feel my balls gently with your fingers reaching behind just to touch me and caress me

This series has grown well past any point I could have imagined when I first started writing it a couple of weeks ago. It has grown into this monster that is now dictating to me what it wants to say and the direction it wants to go in

I was in my early teens when I first realised I had a much bigger cock than other boys my age. I copped lots of good-natured ribbing about it when changing while playing various sports

Drunk Mom and I Over a few years, my Mom started having a drinking problem. I was too young when I realized it two years ago, and had no idea what to do I thought it was because my Dad was overbearing and controlling

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e of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor

Dad to use the bathroom first on Sundays, it gives me time to get breakfast under the way, Dad had had his shower and was now sitting at the breakfast table reading the Sunday paper, once breakfast was over I’d take my shower whilst he cleared away and putting the dirty crockery into the dish washer

You awake in a prison cell, memories of blood, pain, fear and arousal drift through your mind as you examine your surroundings. Rough wooden floorboards scratch your legs as you sit up and spot a shaft of moonlight pouring through the barred window twice your height above you

After I wrote out what the Pixies gave me, I asked them if it were real and in that annoying unison they use when actually speaking out loud they answered, “As real as we are

If was there right now I would come up behind you very quietly and slide my arms around you so they were right under your tits. Slowly I would pull your hair aside and begin lightly sucking on your earlobes and kissing behind your ears

CHAPTER TWENTY 6TH SATURDAY Mike gets up early before anyone is out of bed and throws his briefcase into the car. He drives towards Chilliwack and calls Trudy as he's driving down Young Road. "Good morning, beautiful. It's Mike." Carol says, "Good morning, Mike

Hello and welcome to the final part of my "Help!" series. This follows the other 13 parts which I hope you have enjoyed reading, and I hope you enjoy it's conclusion. *** Danny lay unconscious on the hospital bed after a long and difficult operation

The Gift of Life - CAW #9 It was a cold, rainy, wet, miserable afternoon, and the last place Hal Binks wanted to be was up an electrical pole

Katie couldn't have been more excited about school . . . having just turned 15 and being lucky enough to have handsome Mr. Siegel for her teacher. Her body had recently sprouted a fine pair of titties and she proudly kept her shoulders back to show them off to the boys in her class

Fatima paced anxiously in the living room waiting for Irfaan to pick her up for gym. This was all his idea. He'd ended up being the same stranger from the park

It had taken me hours to fall asleep after what I had seen that night. My mind was reeling, a swirling storm of emotions

Note: I am not the Author of this story. I recently read this much of the story on this website (XNXX) with less grammar etc. I searched the web for the rest of the story and will be uploading them part by part at some point during this week

My wife, Denise, and I were buzzed on alcohol and post-coitus. We were joking around and she'd asked me to tell her a fantasy of mine that she didn't know about

“Tonight,” I say with a promise sealed with a kiss on your lips before straightening to tuck my shirt into my slacks. Tonight, I’ll make up to you for last night. For getting home late and making you feel neglected. You pout and tug at my shirt, pulling it from my waistband