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This is part two to my story. It might help to read part one first but it isn't entirely necessary. Please leave compliments or constructive comments only. Don't bother writing "It sucks" or something, it's a waste of time. For those of you wondering where the male is

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 When I say that I’m an expert in women’s underwear, I can almost hear the giggles of my past girlfriends

You were so excited about the trip, finally you were going to get away and go somewhere warm. Sun and sand and beaches. Daddy sent you a plane ticket and you were going to meet him on his business trip. He gave you money to buy a skimpy bikini for him and some clothes for the trip

"What floor?" I asked as I looked down from the scaffolding high above Magdelene Street while answering my cell phone

“No, dammit, I don't want to throw a party at my house!”, I protest. “Yes, you do!”, KyShea says, “I'll have my brother bring all of the drinks

I had just transferred in and didn’t know a sole at my new high school. I was just starting my English class and was introduced to the class by my teacher, Donna was a blonde, nice tits and with a nice ass

My standard disclaimer, all stories take place on a different earth, where the orbit is 3 times ours, making ages 1/3 what they are on earth. And where the age of consent is thus 6. It was small, maybe 4 inches long, and only an inch wide, it slid almost loosely in and out of me

Linda is smitten with Adrian. Where it leads is not what she expected. Hi, I am Linda. I am 23, tall, not bad looking and sexually active. I learned that I am a sucker for guys in uniform. That is why I have been involved with Adrian for 3 years now

CHAPTER 7 When we were in the dorms we were lucky to make love once or twice a week. We had many wonderful memories of room seven. It seemed plenty at the time, but now that we were together and married five times a week seemed insufficient

This is my first story on this site and it is likely loaded with tense errors (I'm much better at writing in past-tense). Throughout this series I will attempt to cover a wide variety of themes from basic romance to a light degree of bondage and even some action in the later parts

My first story. Please be kind! Inspired by a certain someone. I sit at my office desk, not really seeing the computer monitor or the Complaint I am supposed to be writing. The clock says 2:30 p.m. It is finally Friday. I wonder where you are

--- Okay, so this is my first story. It’s a simple, the-girl-next-door type of thing, so let me know what you think! Sorry if my English isn’t all that great. ïŠ …………………………………………………………………………….. I first saw her when she had just moved in

Doing Heather Together I really couldn't fully believe it when she actually said she'd do it

While Hubby Was Away Joe was on another three-week business trip to Rio, you had begged him to take you with him. His reply had been the same as the last two times, "You know I will be working and you will be alone, it wouldn't be any fun for you

Late Arrival Prologue Lousy, lousy timing I wish we had met weeks before, but now work calls me. I have not dared to tell Cija of all the time I will be spending away, and very soon

"Jack and Jill went up a hill, to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after." Jack and Jill - A Naughty Nursery Rhyme by Lubrican Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack, who had a twin sister named Jill

She had finally received a new text from her master. Barbara was both exited and afraid of what would be next. She was very happy with the piercings and played with them often. When she did, she thought back at her adventures at the glory hole

I have always considered myself heterosexual, although I have been bi-curious for many years I have never had a sexual experience with a man until last summer. To help ends meet we have taken in foreign students over the last few years

I close my door and drop my bag down, It's the best feeling in the world. The weight of my bag on my shoulders finally being lifted. I slump on to my bed, Closing my eyes for a few moments. I slowly open my eyes, Squinting as they adjust to the sudden invasion of my lightbulb

It's so hard It's so hard not to cry in front of the scientists. I wouldn't if they'd pull the tube out of my mouth and let me talk to them. No, they don't. They never do. It's always, "Alice, you're so cute in your bonds