First Time - Page 176
Anna was going to stay with me for a month, but that month turned into two. Then three. Now the new year was approaching, and she had not left yet. I did not care, of course, as I was madly in love with her, but the doubt had consumed me



It all started many months ago. It was late July. This was my second year of helping the local marching band at high school. I had graduated two years before and was in the band so I jumped at the first chance I got to help
Me and my mum had been driving for hours. We were driving across the country so mum could attend a business conference and I had gone with her to keep her company. Normally my sister, Alison, went with mum on these sort of trips but she had a ballet show back home so I had gone instead



Things get wild in Africa. Pt 1. Back in the fifties and sixties, my father worked in Tanganyika or Tanzania as it’s now called



My First Time, Twice By: Ariel Levy When I was fourteen years old, I decided it was time to lose my virginity. Precocity had always been my thing. As an only child, I spent most of my youth around adults, which made me sound sort of like one



Times in my Life: Part Three ---------- Introduction: The third installment in the series ---------- ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE OF LEGAL AGE
My parents died in a car accident on the night I turned 14. It took me as a shock because I was really close to them, especially my dad. My mothers brother, Uncle Jack and his wife Aunt Lucy, was living somewhere in the country
Had Cal approached me 18 months earlier, I would not have understood what he wanted and I would have found it easy to flee. But that changed about 18 months earlier when an older friend explained to me that “cocksucker” was more than a derisive word used by males to provoke other males
Early Monday morning I woke up to soft kisses. Bella Was kissing me, I kissed back. It was nice to see her first thing in the morning, hair all a mess and She was fully dressed. "Time to get up she said. I have to go home," she said sadly



Mike wasn't aware his wife had watched him take advantage of Anna in her ballerina costume (read Part I). He had kept her undershirt in a safe place in the basement (so he could shoot his cum all over it later) as they mounted the stairs to join the others



My first cuckold experience My first time having sex with another couple wasn’t what I had expected but I will never forget it. I was 35 at the the time married and my wife wasn’t fond of having sex so I cheated on her



I opened my eyes as I awoke. Sunlight poured in through my bedroom window. I smiled. It was Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I was able to sleep in, I didn't have to go to any classes, and I was free to go out and have some fun
Kristen and I were two totally different people. She was into academics, cheerleading, band, and chorus. She had medium length dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and a long slender body that had developed wonderfully over the years
I am a middle aged mwm and am bi-curious. I posted an ad on CL titled "Need Dominated". In the ad, I wrote that it can be a man (since I'm bi-curious), a woman (would loved to be pegged by one), or a couple. Of course all my responses were from men



A Desert Encounter My wife and I stopped for gas at this little place out in the middle of nowhere. The only reason we stopped was that my wife had to use the washroom and rather than stopping at a rest stop, we decided to stop here