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How Traditions Start – part 5 An original story by Starrynight. Enjoy: Presley woke up to a cold white winter morning. She opened her eyes and peered outside through the window at the snow-covered farm

I've had several PM's requesting a conclusion for this series. It's taken me a while to put something together that took the story where I wanted it to go, and exposed me to some concepts that I would have otherwise never considered. Here is the conclusion to that series

The time that I spent with Lynn, the girl I had met at the gym after my divorce, was rather blissful in many ways. Not only was she fun to be around and a great conversationalist, but she loved to try new things. This I consider a very positive attribute in a woman

Tyshawn made it out of the door and walked down the street. He heard the bitch screaming at him from the door. He ignored her and tried to push his anger down. He saw Jesse and Frank waiting for him at the corner

Hello again, Lovelies! I come with another chapter to Lena's story. This chapter follows the original version of chapter three, not the alt version. I hope you enjoy it! As always, Xoxo, Cede <3 ----- Two weeks had passed, and I still couldn't look at my older brother

First time, all comments would be appreciated thank you. Enjoy (Left out some descriptions so you can imagine whoever you want) I had occasionally fantasized about my girlfriend's friend Lucy, but I never thought she felt the same way

Chapter 11 I hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to St. Martin street. From what I have read St. Martin Street is like a red light district. There is a lot of of causal bars there but also there are strip clubs and some brothels. After about a 5 mile cab ride I arrived at St

Just Add Spice Over the next few weeks, their lovemaking had not slowed with time or become boring through routine. Paul kept introducing enough new twists to their sex life that she hoped he would never run out of ways to help spice up their lives

Carjacked Traffic slowed to a crawl in the afternoon rush, as the unforgiving sun slowly roasted the pedestrians scurrying to their appointed rounds. Air conditioning is good

I love time to myself. It's the universal truth for 18-year-old dudes like myself. If I hear my parents leave the house, my mind instantly starts planning where, when, and how I will play with myself. After years of experience, my mind eagerly anticipates these times alone

A couple of Fridays ago my daughter Nancy (18) brought her best friend home from high school to stay for the weekend. Nancy’s friend, Cristina, also 18, was a shy Filipina, only 5’0”. I figured her lithe, petite figure had a C-size bust

The Eel Little Johnny, a very curious eight year old, one day asked his mother what was this process called courting

Nathan Turner awoke groggily out of a deep sleep as his alarm clock made a horrid beeping. It was 7:00 Monday morning already. He really didn’t feel like going to school. Granted, it was only school, but to a fifteen year old, school was the most shocking experience to date

Eve dropped me back off at school after the last class of the day had ended. The parking lot was filled with students heading to their cars and out of the gates. “I don’t know why the hell you’re comin’ back here,” Eve said. “School is over

I was going to prison. Theres no sugar coating it. I had gotten caught making some minor infractions. Turns out, if a person has enough checks next to her name, some minor infractions are all it takes to put her behind bars