Hardcore - Page 61



This happened a few years ago, and I would love for any part of it to happen again. I was chatting on yahoo when it was still cool to do so, I had been PMing with this woman off and on all day. She was from Lacey which wasn't too far for me to drive in the event we were to meet up



Mahendranath, age 52, clad in white Panjabee suit, sat on the king-size bed supporting his back completely on the pile of soft pillows at the headrest of the bed. He was absently flicking his overgrown, full set of mustache that almost hung on either side of his lips



All this entire true story is based on one of my reader’s request and it’s written from his words. It happened in the summer of faraway 1978 in Houston, Texas



Yesterday was my first day of school for the year; September 5th. I'm a junior this year, which is the best grade; girls are beginning to fuck guys now without much coaxing or manipulation, and I'm not being considered a douche for my being a certain age or grade



At the age of 15 James came across a box filled with pictures of all his dad's old girlfriends



Disclaimer: This story contains exceptionally graphic gore content and cannibalism as well as misogyny and violence against women. If you're not into that, don't read or rate. It's been four months now since the Coronavirus lockdown came into effect and I have to say
This is a fictional story about a wife that cheats. If you don't like stories like this, it may be best if you read another one. Gia’s Year -1- Here I am on January 1st, in Hawaii, naked, my hands traveling over my body. I lick my fingers clean of pussy juices



"I'm so sick of smoking out of cans, Maria." "It's not that bad Here, you go first." "I know but it's just that I feel like I get so much higher when we smoke out of Jeff's bongs," Christine sighed. "You want to go to Jeff's house? I thought you hated him



John woke up strapped to a bed, his hands tied above him, his feet were unbound. His arms were sore from having being tied up for so long, but something else was bothering him. He was the horniest he’d ever been in his life. He was so horny it was painful



Saving mommy’s marriage I came home one day a few hours earlier than I normally would and was pleased to see my mother’s car in the driveway. Usually she’d come home about an hour after I would and It was nice I wouldn’t be alone all afternoon
The day started out like any other day for Mike. He was up early as usual to workout at the local gym before it got too crowded. He was preparing for basic training and normally met with his former highshool coach for weight training and cardio excerises before class
Hey all, this story is a little shorter and a bit more extreme (body modification wise). Just something that had to happen…. Won’t be this un-real in the next coming chapters



Its was a pleasant evening, and i was on my way to kitchen from my room. My phone beeped and i took out my phone from my pocket to look at it. I saw the name flashed Emily with a heart emoji on my screen, She's my 2nd girlfriend she is very beautiful red head, 32.24



It was late in the morning when Josh woke to the sounds of workmen plying their trade. Still sore from the 16 hour flight despite travelling first class, he yawned and stretched trying to get some more sleep



Chapter Eighteen: Angels and Demons Having been born into the lifestyle, it was only natural that Rich was now deeply immersed in it. He had been born to a prostitute, and no one ever knew who his father was