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Fbailey story number 637 My Mother The BDSM Model As he left he said, “Your mother could use your help up in her bedroom.” I had seen him come in with a big duffel bag and it was quite a bit smaller as he left

Soft Breath My hand quietly rapped on the wooden door as I entered her bedroom. I could see her little body curled into the giant teddy bear her dad got her for christmas. Her chest, covered in the thin cotton material from her nightgown, gently rose with every breath

Escape for Passion Part 3 Chapter 3A After her shower, as she was standing, nude, at the kitchen sink, Judy heard Sid fumbling around in the exercise room. Sid was always messing around with something around the house or out in the garage/workroom

As a child, I wanted only two things--to please, and to be held and cuddled. Which was hard, coming from an abusive home. My father would beat my mother and me for any infraction, real or imagined, at the drop of a hat

Here it is, Part 2. If you want more, just keep letting me know. :) Part 2: The change begins. After I had come back into consciousness, light was already seeping into the room It was already morning

I have a very strong memory of my first proper wet dream. I’m not sure whether all men remember their first wet dream, but I certainly do. It was significant at the time and it became even more significant as time went on

Every day for the past month, sixteen-year old college student Ashlee Meadows had lain soaking up the sun's rays in the next door garden, turning gradually from chicken skin white to Mediterranean bronze

Ciarra was a Beautiful young woman. She was 18, 5 foot 2 and about 125 pounds. She had long dirty blonde hair, bluish green eyes. She had a small curvy frame with C cups breasts

Mom makes a deal part 2 The next morning I woke up drowsey thinking back to the previous night thinking it was all just a dream. The thoughts were so vivid though, which made me wonder if it actually happened

As my wife and I sat on the couch continuing to wrap the last of the gifts, I was feeling my member rise up slightly. It’s been at least a month since we had sex. Life has been busy for us. Now finally on Christmas Eve, wrapping gifts, I looked at her with lust in my eyes

This is the story of how my girlfriend's sister caught us having sex. It was the beginning of winter break, and my girlfriend's, Carrie's, pa rents were out. Her parents weren't out a lot. Most of the time at least one of them was home

My Disastrous Night 3 - Grandma When Jim left his two boys in his mother's care, she decided to take really good care of them. Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age

They waited until their Father was passed out on the couch and then each proceeded to pack a dufflebag full of stuff. Clothes, toothbrushes, other personal stuff, and anything with a lot of sentimental value

The Outsiders Jackie Thomas was an outsider just about from the day that she was born in Washington. Almost as soon as the little black girl could stand up and walk, she stuck out from the other children, and not only because she was taller than many of them

This story takes place in the 1960’s in rural Long Island, NY. It’s the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then

-------------Chapter 4: The Door ------------- I opened my eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the sunlight shining through my window

Melissa was like a lot of young girls her age that had kissed and felt up her girlfriends as a curious child but never thought much about sex. It was mostly just a natural curiosity to inspect other girl's bodies to see if they were like her or not

It was your average Saturday morning. Rina was in her room, still sleeping even though it was already 10 AM. There were two beds in Rina's room, the twin bed was going vertically and put against the window

I so wanted to be with him, I can't say I liked that he admitted that the deciding factor was Donna, but I couldn't help it, I wanted to be with him and I think he really wanted to be with me too. “Is this really what you want?” I asked

The spring sun was coming down hot on the first day of Spring Break Sophomore year. I had just got my license about a month before and my Dad, ever one to spoil his only son, got me a decked out brand-new Chevy Suburban that he slyly referred to as my “shagin’ wagon”