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Still a virgin I am now 15. Of course I have fantasies and have watched porn on the computer. But it still wasn't like the real thing. Talking to guys older than me kinda did the trick. It was a day around summer


I was 14 when I had my first experience. I had not been interested in girls until I entered the 8th grade. I had a few friends who here girls but none serious. My best friend was a girl named Emily who I had been a friend with for a long time



I despised being in this ruined gallery of tutelage, we were jammed here because the finger of God shredded through our little town of nothingness and demolished our school



One of the many inevitable things that come with buying a house, is frequenting Do It Yourself stores. A lot



Introduction:This is the first entry in a diary I assigned my newest and favorite slut-in-training to write about her nastiest sexual fantasies. Jenny-Slut is a curvy, pale skinned redhead with massive tits and stunning blue eyes


The cool fresh air swirled around me, enveloping me in a blanket of fresh moss, buttercups and rain. I walked slowly in the partly cloud covered sky. The sun was gone and the moon was at its highest
Chapter 5 I sent the ladies back to their quarters and told them to relax. I went and got myself cleaned up and then I wanted to chat with Computer privately. 'What are the diagnostics on everything, in relation to where we are in space and time?' I asked



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 1 With a faint pop, that was almost drowned out by a loud clap of thunder, three men appeared before the high, forbidding gates of Malfoy Manor


Jack surveyed his new beginners art class. Who was to be his target this semester? He was a post graduate art student, already with a bit of an artistic reputation
Paranormal Affair Even before the second shot of absinthe has finished burning its way down my throat, I can feel the first one beginning to take hold of me. Its vapours rise up my throat, I'm struggling not to cough and to remain steady



The Investigation - Caroline Ann This story is a prequel to 'Her Fantasy - Ambush', I have written a second part to this that will connect the two stories if you want me to. ---- Detective Midnight stood next to the police officer



So like I said before, my husband was sent to prison a year and a half ago and he will be in for quite some time. So, remember I gave a man I met at a bar a blowjob in the parking lot only five days later



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 10 Voldemort deeply inhaled the cold, stinging air as he turned to face the thousands of his supporters behind him
My Little Cocksucker I've had a couple wild girl friends as I grew up. One was at nineteen years of age. I was working for an automotive paint supplier. After being a delivery driver for a year I was moved to mixologist. A fancy name for mixing paint



Well where should I begin? My name is Debora and I am a 44 year old divorced white female who, over time, has become my son's whore. When my husband Troy left he had good reason