First Time - Page 62
Emily Davis sat on her bed holding the card. Similar in size to a credit card, it was grey with the letters “VB” entwined in a holographic image in the centre, which seemed to revolve as it caught the light. It was beautiful she thought



My name is Warwick Shameless I am not as my name implies, in fact, quite the opposite. I believe that a man and a woman should court one another for at least a year and then be wed before engaging in intercourse. This is the story of how that philosophy was destroyed
Sweet Susanna I was having dinner when the phone rang, “Do you still want to see me eat a pussy?” the sexy voice on the other end said. It took me less than a second to recognise who it was



It looks like rape, but keep reading you never know what can happen late at night in an old subarban neighborhood Thud Thud Thud, that was the only sound that hit her ears as she walked through the endless rows of houses in her neighborhood
It was a Friday night after work, I was sitting in my apartment. Being a Friday night, I did not want to stay home. I worked all week and was looking forward to the weekend. This night however was different. It was cold and had snow and sleeted all day
The morning started like another, Jessie got up at around 6 to go to school. She showered like she did every morning, she dressed like she did every morning, she checked her backpack and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Like every morning



He just came home from wrestling practice. The next door neighbors' son was the cutest thing I could imagine, with a frame that gave him the proportions of a full grown man, if not yet the height. I had spoken with him a few times, just in passing really
It was 1975 and I had been a paper boy for five years. Though I was getting tired of it and considered the job beneath my status as a now legal adult at the ripe age of 18, I just couldn’t find anything else



My Slutty Wife Used as a Dog Slave Bitch part 10 The soft dirt mound that Jane was naked and staked over was the home to a colony of red imported fire ants!The little people had brought this ant colony to this particular place in the woods for just such an occasion
Dear Diary . . . Monday, Daddy finally got me my own diary! Finally, I have a place where I can put down my thoughts on what happens during the day. Today was an ok day, but I am really looking forward to tomorrow. I go to a Catholic school so I am with girls all day long
I was just 14 when I found out about masturbating. I used to get these strange feelings and touch myself down there and rub my vagina through my pants. It always felt good but I always thought there had to be something better – I always had the feeling there was more to it
It was late afternoon and I was heading for home form the care home after visiting my Gran. She was now looking quite frail and had some trouble remembering some things but I still liked to visit her there


I was 18 and just out of High School, I had no delusions about being a “ladies man” I was a virgin with a capital V. I had the misery of being a lower income kid in an affluent school district. I took the bus everywhere
merican born, French Mother of Yvette, Marge’s Sister Henri La Grand – French Business Magnet, Yvette’s Father (Deceased) April – Texas Ranch Girl, Yvette’s Special Friend ___________________________________ This story is based on a girl I once knew, when we lived in Texas some years ago
London England 1885 “You re sure madam? We can really fuck her?” Madame De Voillet stood in her drawing room before the semi-circle of seated guests and smiled. “Yes, Sir Edgar. She is 20 years old and the daughter of one of my most valued friends