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Catholic School I hate my life, I hate my father, and I definitely hate Catholic School. My name is Angelica but everybody calls me Angel. Don’t let the name fool you. I’m almost fifteen years old

It was the greatest night of our young lives. Our predetermined existences have finally come to a close, and we were all finally in the drivers seats of our own destinies. The first decisions most of us made were to celebrate in an alcohol-fueled frenzy. Not you, though

Caste Study 301: Now that’s what I call a COCK~tail dress: Chapter 17 Welcome back to another episode of Case Study 301. So, the last few chapters we’ve been dealing with Kristen Foster reliving a dark moment in her life eight years ago

Part Fifteen: Who You’re Meant to Be Chapter Fifty ZANDER “Make way for the queen!” the crier yelled. One goblin rang a bell, another blared a farting trumpet, a third struck a snare with a military cadence, and the crowd roared with laughter

Part 11: "Don't think you'll be able to break me so easily," Betty scoffed. Her pride was admirable, considering her position. We were in Elise's guest room and I had Betty tied to the bed with a bandana covering her eyes

Fbailey story number 207 Milk-Milk Lemonade I usually go with my wife to her doctor appointments and she usually comes with me to mine and this appointment was no different. This was to be her gynecologist exam where they take a Pap smear and check out her internal plumbing

Poor Tabby looked stricken, she’d never seen me as affected by anything as I had been by my fear for her life after finding out one of her rapists was still at large. She asked me, “Jack, what’s wrong?” I realized I was being a poor leader in not showing her a confident front

I started my sexcapades at a young age. Dad divorced mom when I was 5 years old. I lived with my mom and my younger sister. I was about 10 when I first started jerking my cock. I loved cumming, and would jack off just about anywhere. I think I wanted to get caught and be punished

A few points about my story 1) This is my first ever story so be polite :) . I wrote it in French a few months ago and this is just a much simpler translation of it in English. The French version is much richer but I hope this is ok too

The Perfect Hand Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out

Fbailey story number 563 Teaching Her A Lesson The girl next door may be every boy’s dream but the girl that lives next door to me is a monster

I was slowly acclimating to new situation - getting used to being single in a new place, and having sex with some guys. We invited Jerry to come to the Tuesday night sessions; he had a conflict some weeks so he said he'd drop in on occasion

Before I was married, I got an offer to buy my friend's uncle's farm after he passed away. It was a small farm, and had a nice little lake/marsh on it. The uncle knew I liked the place, and told his wife that he would offer to sell it to me for a good price

(Author's Note: Constructive critism only, please. Your proper help would make me better.) My wife, Amy, always had been the submissive one in our sex life. In the outside world, we always have maintained a status of mutual respect and trust

nd tattoo’s every wear, a pert pair of tits and a shapely arse, This all happened about a year ago, we had been working nights together for about three weeks, this all started one night as we were chatting about sex and what turns us on when Emma told me she liked her men to be clean shaven all over