First Time - Page 104



I discover the real me – and I like it. by Vanessa Evans Part 01 When I was growing up clothes weren’t something that I rushed to put on each day, except in winter. I just never saw the point, I mean it was warm enough to go without and it meant more washing for mum


PART I I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was just 17. Back then I made money by doing lawns, and some babysitting for family friends and some times I would house sit for other people. As it was a small town, people quickly learned that I was very reliable



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the Internet



"Do you want to look at some porn," I asked James, my friend from uni who was visiting for a few days. "Yeah, ok," he replied, "What have you got?" "Loads of stuff, come down and have a look." So we went downstairs to the computer and began browsing through my folders



Her ass cheeks were visible, her skirt was that short! I couldn’t help but watch as she bent over to pick up the car keys that had just fallen from her handbag. A hint of her panties could just be seen, a deep red thong. Naughty girl! I’d been watching her for a while now



When I was 14, I had a birthday party in my family's newly completed game room. It was above the garage, and had originally been intended to be a place where my friends and I could hang out. But once it was finished, I realized just how cool it was
Excerpt from the memoirs of Stan R. Shealton, published author: "a few hours later slowly escaping from the dream, I felt like I was leaving a place I had been for years, as though I belonged there
My first sexual activity started after I turned 17 years old and it was with my bestfriend named Candi who lived not too far from me. I was thick with alot of boobs and ass and she was small built with small breast and a tiny ass



Everyone discovers the art of masturbation in different ways and at different times. Most start in their early teen years. Ashley, a pretty, smart, and talented teenage girl, was quite caught up in this habit



PART II (In part one I described how I lost my virginity to a very young and pretty brunette. What I described was based on actual fact from notes in a journal I had written down years ago. I never thought I would find an outlet for them
My cousin and I seemed to spend half our life face-timing each other, just to talk about all kinds of silly things, ‘shall I wear this, today’, ‘did you see that new girl today?’, or whatever! It had got to the point of it being easier to leave our pads on all the time we were in our bedrooms


I usually travel to India every two years with my family, but since my family was busy the summer after senior year we decided I could go alone for the first time. I wasn't too concerned, as I was 18 and wasn't as afraid of public places and strangers as I was when I was younger



It was the summer of 2016 I had just graduated from high school and was currently sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to Hawaii. Our graduating class had organized a trip to an all inclusive resort just West of Honolulu
My name is Isabel and I'm 17 now. I live with my older brother Alex, my mother Laura and my daddy John. We live in a small village, together with some other families, and luckily we have good neighborhood relations with them



In Last part You Read " once again We started kissing each other. I started to roll my fingers on Khala's back, waist. My hands were on her shoulders and she was pulling me towards her and in the meantime my hands passed through her blouse and reached her breasts