First Time - Page 92
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



Author’s note: I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper
The bell rings(class is over) Ms
I walked down the hall slowly and quietly as i just got home from work. I could hear my 3 girls giggling away in the top bedroom. I slowly and quietly walked up to the slightly open door. They were playing truth or dare