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This story starts with a trip to see the Monet exhibit at the museum. A group of friends had planned it for quite sometime, and with that said I never would have expected to meet someone. The visit started out very easy going, it was going to be a fun outing to see the Monet collection

We finish the wine as we dry each other. You kneel to love my dick with your mouth for awhile. Looking up at me with your smokey brown eyes as you squeeze me with your lips and tongue. I lead you to the big bed, holding you to me, our arms around each others waist

The darkly paneled hallway to the Headmaster's office seemed to grow longer with each step she took that day. Her body moved obediently, never betraying the war going on in her head

“I want to get your titties all stiff so we can send back a great picture to Mike. I have some ideas for you to act out . . . and yes they are very naughty, but I’m sure you will both enjoy yourselves . . . while doing them

Authors Note: This is a revised version of a story I've already posted. When I first uploaded it, I was content, but I've had some friends tell me some of my small mistakes which I hope to have addressed here

"Oh god!" I yelp as his tongue hits the exact damn spot where my clit is. Henry's tongue starts to gently part my pussy. His hands hold my legs in place in case I get a bit too out of hand. I'm pretty sure THAT will happen

Outside the inn in which Rh’aan was staying, thunder and lightning waged steady war alongside the furious rainfall, driven before winds that howled like a banshee spirit upon the moors. Yes, just like that of a banshee indeed

The comment section has been restricted to members only due to spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann Terri’s Cherry I first saw her at a local dirt race track

Ashley was a very attractive, young, and thin Latina, with long blonde highlighted brown hair. She wore glasses and was tall for her age, and even though she still had braces, she had an infectious smile with great lips

Fbailey story number 686 She Thought That She Was Alone I was working late in my office. It was just starting to get dark and I had not turned on my office lights. My computer monitor was dim because that was what I liked

Introduced Renee, Tiffani's Sister – 26 5'4 Red hair Green eyes 36C Breast Her daughters: Rachel and Reanna twins – 14 5'2 Brown hair Blue eyes 36D Breasts Sarah and Sam twins – 12 4'10 Red hair Green eyes 32 C Breast Roy, husband and father, 45 a drunk without a job, 5'10 with a 5” cockold

My name is Steve I live in the city of Portland Oregon. Before the changes I was 64 year old man, single and alone I live in an area in Portland that was not the worst by no means the best area to live. I was camping up on Mount Adams in the state of Washington

Bicycle Seat Adjustment I watched as the “Triple K” walked up the driveway pushing their bicycles into my garage. Kimberly, Karen, and Karolyn are the best of friends

New Years Eve Jason had accepted a job in the office at a mine in Northern Canada in the fall of 1972. He was 24 years old, 6 feet tall, 150 lbs., quiet and shy and the only people he knew all worked at the mine

Ramsey walked down the wooden boardwalk, to his left were closed vendors and to his right was a strip of sand around 20 feet in width, and at its edge the moon glistened off of the gentle ocean

"I hope this apartment is nice" Dan thought. He had been looking at apartments all day and had seen some real shit holes. This apartment was a little more expensive than what he had planned, but it would be worth it. He had to start work on Monday and it was already Saturday

I'm a photographer, and every year when the local comic book and anime conventions roll around, I offer up free photo shoots for local and visiting small time cosplayers, so this year, (2014), was no different

Maintaining a faux relationship with a sex partner while balancing out time for vandalism activities with my friends often proved cumbersome during high school

The next morning I woke up and when I did, I realized that everything that happened the night before was not a dream, which was amazing because I didn't want it to be

A few years ago I had an encounter with a much younger girl that has somewhat become the inspiration for the stories I’ve been writing here. Most of what I write is a way of dealing with the persistent fantasies and enormous temptations I have where I exercise