First Time - Page 6
It had been on my mind for a long time, what would it feel like to suck a guy off? What would it feel like to have a real cock sliding up my arse? I'm 39 and married and never had that itch scratched in the correct way. Sure my wife has used strap-ons but it never felt quite right
It was a nice sunny day, as I walked across Diss to meet Karen in Gregs for coffee. Even after all these times of meeting, I was still struck in Orr by her gorgeous beauty. She smiled and waved at me from her table, as I got my drink and walked across to her



When I had last left you John and I had just ran into DeRonda at the store. We were there to pick up some munchies in case we got hungry later tonight. John and I talked about DeRonda on the way to pick up Kim. “So will you take me to DeRonda’s next party?” I asked John as he drove



Chapter 8: THE END OF TINA’S INNONCENCE I wake up to bright sunlight, surprised that I made it through the night without being raped or molested by Eddie. I jump in the shower and finally clean away yesterday’s filth



“Hi, Mom, what’s up?” I heard Megan say into the phone. “Sure, come on over, I’ll fire up the coffee pot.” 30 minutes later Megan lets her mom, Michelle, in the front door. I listen in on their chitchat a bit from the other room while catching up on the news on my tablet



This story is 100% true, this happened to me when I was 8.. I was being looked after by my 15 year old cousin. This is what happened as I remember it..



Shit shit shit. John stared at me for a minute or two and then decided to go after her. I followed slowly behind him. When we couldn’t find her after ten minutes of searching the whole school, John simply took my hand and headed back towards the gates



I discovered Cassie when I came in as a guest speaker one day at her high school as one of a few former graduates. To be honest I just accepted to offer so I could check out the prime meat the school was letting loose on the world, however Cassie was something else



The three walked through the colony chatting as they went. Renee kept asking Bobby if he would do this or that to Tallia as She absolutely loved what it did for her
I crossed the streets, paying attention to the directions from Mapquest that I held in my hands. I arrived a short time later in front of a large Victorian style house. I took a deep breath, walked up the front steps, and raing the doorbell
If i get good enough ratings i may write more parts. Enjoy the story WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT IF YOU DO NOT APPROVE PLEASE FIND ANOTHER STORY TO READ



I like a lot of guys, I have been wanting to watch my wife Jen with another guy. I always got aroused when I saw other guys check her out or flirt with her. She is 47, 5'10" and in incredible shape. She is a lifelong fitness gal and currently an aerobics instructor



I often wonder how people get involved with urine. We come across it in porn, or we even search it out. How does one propose the thought of a golden shower? It has to start somewhere… but where exactly? I was lucky to have been introduced to it while I was in college



There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busy Friday afternoon. Another high profile murder case. Same MO as the last. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A gruesome murder


The year was 1915, and the idyllic fields of the north Cotswolds were a million miles from the raging horrors that permeated the dank trenches of the Great War on the continent. The manor house sat high atop a rolling hill amid the lush green countryside