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Chapter 23 THE USES OF A SLUT’S MOUTH At work the next day, Claire’s “panties” for the day turned out to be a Slut Stick. “Just keep it jammed up your cunt, there, Fucktwat, and every thirty minutes or so swap it with the one you’re licking,” said Michael
Tuesday mornings suck. No hangover left to remind me what fun I had last weekend, but 4 days away from another binge. What makes it worse is my arm fell asleep hanging over the bed and my dog has obviously been humping it recently



Jay and Faith: The Soccer Team It had been months since Faith and Jay had hooked up at school in his office. Jay still loves to flirt with her during the school day and occasionally grab her butt when no one was looking. She would grab his crotch also



Chapter 1 Hi, Im Tom, Im your average 15 year old. I have always been quite stocky due to playing a lot of rugby, Im about 6'1 and i have brown hair, brown eyes Pretty regular guy. I have always had a thing for my French teacher, Mrs Jones
This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine



As I sat there in the classroom all by myself. Tired and exhausted from tapping my smoking hot computer-science teacher,I was waiting for her to return from the bathroom



Author’s Note: The purpose of this series is to establish a vehicle through which to explore some far darker themes than I normally do through a series of short individual chapters



Time Traveller from the 21st century - Chap. 1 - 4 [This is the 'least sexual' section, but it's important all the same because it sets the scene for the rest of the series
Several weeks had passed since Steve Bryant had finished his physical therapy and checked out of the rehab center where Sarah had been working since shortly after New Years
I am not your typical American, exactly how many workers out there have masturbated at work? I think of myself as pretty normal, just a bit kinky when it comes to sex, but then I guess everyone has to rationalize their own actions



18 year old Derek sat in the middle of a semi-full daytime classroom. He was tired of his bitch teacher assigning twenty pages of homework every night. She always acted like she was up on some high horse



It was a warm day in mid-April, which i spent in school on detention, due to skipping computer science class multiple times for the past couple of weeks. Thus i had to stay late in school that evening to fix my notes
I was only 14 at the time…And up till that point, I really genuinely thought I was straight. I’d hooked up with a few girls at school, and I loved every second of it



The following Story is Fictional it was just supposed to be one meeting and done, at least that's what they told me last night. " FUCK ITS 9AM." I roll over almost falling out of my bed, frantically trying to locate my shoes, moving box after box, " They have to be here somewhere
There was a knock on the door. “Come in!” Glenn called out. The door opened, and my wife Amanda stepped into her boss’ office. She was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse above an equally form-fitting black miniskirt that crawled dangerously up her thighs