First Time - Page 273

After my trip to Leather's place I was a complete mess. The intimacy that Angela and I had shared had my mind in turmoil. Was I a lesbian? Was I hetero? Or was I just totally screwed up? It seemed I was leaning heavily toward the latter. Angela knew I was technically a virgin

What’s good my name is Chris and last week was the first time I had sex with a guy. The guy was my best friend Nick he is about 5'6 120lbs caramel skin and short hair. I am about the 5’8 in height and I’m 140lbs. Nick was on the baseball team and I play football

The Internet has only been around in its current form since the late 90’s. It was expensive to have and frustratingly slow (14.4kb dialup anyone!)

PART 2 ------------------------ The other day I tripped and fell down the stairs, only to wake up again in bed

Ever since I was 14 I had a crush on my neighbor, I was good friends with her brother and every time I went to their house I would try my best to impress her

Hi, I’m Brandy. I’m 28 yo Bi Sub, 5”4”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples (have been my whole life), and a shaved pussy. I’ve been a Sub most my life although I didn’t know it for quite a while

Alma's eyes glazed over with indulgent lust as her right hand tangled itself in the sheets upon her bed. Her body writhed up and down as her left hand worked furiously between her legs. Rubbing the wet folds of her tight little cunt

I'm not going to lie, I was very nervous my first time. Mr. Lance was my chemistry teacher. We all knew he was gay. How could he not be? He was pretty flamboyant and he always checked out a boy's ass or package

It all started when I was in college. I started getting bored with the average every day sexual experiences. Thanks to the internet I was always able to indulge my “dirty” side and explore the wide variation of sexual encounters. Soon enough I was on to shemales and transvestites

I had lost my virginity when I was 16, by surprise on a Saturday. I was the singer and guitarist of a band. Our bassist and occasional vocalist when needed was a longtime friend of mine, her name was Sophie

Hello guys. This is my first story. It’s based on some true incidents that had happened previously and changed my life a lot .I have spiced it up bit for u all. I am John and I am from Bangladesh. It’s a small poor and developing country

This could only mean more trouble. What were these fuckers planning for me? The new arrival said, “I’m Trevor and the guy you have been eating is Randy.” I had nothing. I was stark naked, firmly planted on my knees in front of two naked boys

CHAPTER 1 I live in an upstairs apartment in a two family home. My landlord is a nice older lady. We get along well. I help her shop, run errands and do little repairs and maintenance around the house

This is my first story on here so don’t bash me please. The story im going to write about today is an experience that actually occured to me as I was on my graduation day. I’m also changing the names of the characters

Welcome to part 5 of “Help!”. This continues from Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4 and I recommend reading them before reading this if you haven’t already done so. Enjoy..

No birds were tweeting, no wind was raging. The class would have been wholly silent if Mrs. Whittaker would have just shut her beak. She did not; she went on rambling about chemical formulas and whatnot. I started daydreaming like I always do on chemistry classes

My mom has this really hot friend named Barbra, she's in her 30's with 3DD boobs, brown hair and eyes and an amazing round ass. I've had a crush on her for a long time. My name is Sam and I'm 13, I'm actually a good looking kid and I'm not just saying that

So, I'm not a great writer, nor am I wealthy. Throughout this whole story you may see typos; I'm using my ipad for this because my computer sucks shit. So expect mistakes. These events are all true, though I have changed my friends name to "Isaac"

Chapter Three The bus stopped in front of the school, a large rectangular brick building. Ana and Lizzie got off the bus and were greeted by a group of jeering boys. “He look, it’s Lezzie Lizzie,” one of the boys sneered. “Who’s your girlfriend Lezzie Lizzie?” Ana frowned

I've been wanting to tell my story for a while. I didn't know how to do it because most definitely I didn't want to voice it out. In today's world, that would follow me for long time and that I don't want. So I decided to type it out. Here it goes. I am Kerri and 22 years old