Female solo - Page 38
It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southerly change came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome relief for everyone



Note from the author: I am not a new writer; however, I am a new writer on this website. This is the first story I am posting and I am hoping to post more sequels to this story



MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 17 MASTURBATION AT MALL It started with a dare challenge. I am always corresponding via email and chatting with my best friend Angelina in Goa
It was a month later. Béla and Beth were skulking around inside a sporting goods store. It was dark outside. Béla picked out a couple of really nice bows. They had pulleys on each end to increase the speed of the arrows



Me and my best friend, Sophie, have known each other since the first year of highschool. We were both pretty loud, and I think that's what brought us together. The first thought that went through my head when I first saw Sophie was how beautiful she was
[b]I found myself one day watching my husband being taken away from me in a squad care unexpectedly. As of this moment, he is still sitting in jail. I am a 26 year old woman, about 3 1/2 months pregnant.. Every day away from him has been torture and today I finally broke



Author's note: This is a resubmission of a love story between two best friends that happen to be parent and child. I've changed small pieces of the story. There are other non-incest themes in this story
As you know, I do my work from my little office at home, but I sometimes need to collaborate with colleagues who could be anywhere in the world. I used to do this on the boring old telephone, but now I videoconference using a web cam attached to my PC
Its been a couple of weeks since the last party i went to. I got a call last night from Decker, "Hi Tash, Its Decker, how are you?" He said in that low husky voice of his. "Hey Decker, im good thanks how are you? Haven't heard from you in a while," i replied putting on my sexiest voice
Ash slammed the door of the room shut and threw himself down on the bed. Another long day of training, this time with the added bonus of Misty and Brock going on and on, calling him an idiot and every other name a teenaged girl and a young adult could manage. Ash hated those names
This is a true story. Well I guess "true story" is a kind of oxymoron, huh? But anyway, I have an addiction, well it's a small addiction. Like being fed everyday, I need to be relieved everyday (chuckle) . I lost a lot of weight a couple of years ago. I was 300lbs
I was babysitting a friend's daughter. I felt sorry for her, her mom was a coke-head and had a habit of leaving her places. I knew she was somewhat of a "bad girl", but I agreed to watch her anyway. She was a seductive little thing, and cute, too


It’s not that I didn’t like sex it’s just that I never thought about it. I understood how things worked and were everything went but I just wasn’t interested in it until one day. It all started one Friday night
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Sandra Location: France I have been waiting for this day for months now. Did I forget anything? I hope not, I’ve got the essential things with me: ID, flight number, cash, and my small luggage, It’s not like I am going to be needing much clothing where I’m going