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Spring Break was here and the few weeks before were interesting. Mina's parent's wanted to meet my mother. So the week before Spring break I took mom with me over to Mina's house. I introduced mom to Zan and Helen

This past Spring, I had to take the car in for service. I took the day off of work. I told Nick, my husband, that I planned to go to the dealership and then after, go shopping before coming home to make dinner

cestuous Tales of the Quarantine Story Nine: Mommy Craves Her Hung Son By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! It was three weeks into quarantine when I walked into my son's room and everything change “Hey,” I said brightly as I opened the door

Under her spell It was an ordinary Thursday afternoon and I was alone in my room, fully engrossed in massacring my friends on my computer, when suddenly my bloody rampage was rudely interrupted by my younger sister barging into my bedroom

The following story is true. I have read and re-read this story over and over and each time I think, “Did it really happen like that? Am I that cruel? My favourite comments from my previous (first) story from anonymous readers: ……..“Your opening words, "I'm not a writer

“Babe, do you know where my new pair of red panties went?” I asked, taking the last of the laundry out of the basket and folding it. Nick looked up from his computer. “Uhm, no? Are you sure you put them in the hamper?” I looked around with a frown. “Pretty sure

Thomas and I were friends for as long as I could remember. We did everything together from stealing oranges from Mr. Walker’s backyard to sharing a keyhole to spy on my sister in the shower and when she came out to dry herself. Our relationship took a turn one day when we got lucky

Beech Mountain - Chapter 21 - The Surprise of My Life In bringing the Beech Mountain story to a close for awhile, I’m reminded of the stories of Nikki in South Carolina, the Cruise ship stories and the brief encounters like Atlanta

I've decided to treat my little corner of this site as an open online diary of my sexual exploration. There may be some references in my stories that link back to a previous story. I will try to make sure each one can stand on its own though

Chapter 1 "Joseph P Cain! Get your lazy ass up right now mister before you’re late for school!" I awoke groggily to the sound an alarm and angry mother standing in the doorway

Bahamian Vacation (continued) (Summary of previous story: I had flown to Nassau for a 2-week vacation to get away from things back home and the death of my fiancee, Debby, a little over a month earlier

If you don’t think superheroes are sexy, you are out of your damn mind. I mean, come on; the skin-tight suits? The perfect bodies? The sexy smiles? It’s incredible how damn hot these guys are, not to mention the fact that they save our skins on a daily basis

Masood, a 40 year old Pakistani pulled his taxi up in front of the address that the dispatcher had given him. It was 2am and this would probably be the last fare of the night. Then he would turn in the cab and go home to his wife and children, who would already be sound asleep

“I think that just about does it.” I confidently stated as I inspected my work. I prodded the wooden frame staring down at me and nodded. “Yup, we’re good. I think the mattress can go back on now.” “Are you sure?” Molly asked me, arms close to her chest in hesitation

This is the story of my life. This is Chapter 1, of what will end up being several chapters. This one will be slower paced, and potentially longer than future ones, as I am giving background information and setting things up for future chapters

Love never fades. Growing up. My name is Aaron Fitz. For the first twelve years of my life, I grew up like any other child. Going to school, coming home from school, doing my homework, playing with toys, just being a normal child

Riding With Martin Ch.2 By Jax_Teller Recap from Chapter 1 Martin had been through a war and eventually survived after years of therapy and rehabilitation. He found himself starting life in a whole new way and a different world than He'd left

It was a warm, sunny day. The kind of day were it takes very little to cause a stirring in one's groin, and the kind of day were the need to overdress, or layer jumpers on top of tee-shirts, and then cover with a coat to protect from the elements was not necessary

RESTOCKING The Timswe people - for they were people in all but details of body, and though they occupied four worlds, not just that of Timswe - had known how to travel to other stars for many generations, yet had never done to

Spring of 1982 Tom and I had been together for three years. I had just turned 17 and was hornier then ever. Tom was working very long hours seven days a week, he was making great money, but our time together was at a miminum