Males and Females - Page 16



Chapter 3: Saturday mid-day I walked into my bedroom. Kate had just left. I grabbed a comfortable pair of red plaid boxer shorts and a black t shirt, dressed myself and walked downstairs to our recroom. Now, I'm a very big movie buff
John Timberland was getting frustrated no matter how calm or at peace he was still nothing happened. Sighing again John tried to move the toy that was in front of him with his mind. A small smile lit up his face when it started to slightly vibrate, then nothing. The elder from..



Jack was relieved that he had finally found a place to live for the school year


Stewardess Cindy Ch 9 – Humour & Satire Originally written by Frankel. I’ve been working on my Forum threads, so haven’t posted a story for 10 days. If you like these stories, you might like my “Throat fucked bitches” thread in the XNXX forums
I learn that bisexually is so much fun. May it get even better. The rest of the week followed the pattern of the previous two days. I had given myself to Sid and Sue without question. I was enjoying getting and receiving oral sex and Sid was a great lover



Hannah and Sophie ( part 1 ) It had been cloudy day with moderate winds and lightly rained the evening before well into the night and now the next day the sun was rising with a vengeance



I had gone to bed at nine thirty as usual but after a while I woke up. I guessed that it was because I had to go pee. I looked at the clock and it was a little before one am. From down the hall I could hear moaning sounds



John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women’s refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down town shopping mall. “Hi, I‘m John Barnes, I think Sarah, my wife, is here?” he said awkwardly as he approached the reception desk



eventually took her virginity as my 21st birthday present! We really did love each other but we were both too young and as our life together progressed we knew we were not developing our relationship and drifted into an existence that was satisfactory but not really happy and certainly not exciting
The Goddess of the Land stood in front of her temple with her arms raised to the night sky. She was wearing a white ceremonial robe that she and Elaine had designed. It was open in the front exposing her unscarred belly to reveal that the gods had healed her wounds



It was a normal, boring Tuesday at the office in the middle of a isolated shopping center. There was only four active businesses in the row of abandoned buildings. All the employees kept to themselves for the most part, except the beautician


I'd read this story somewhere, So I thought, should have sharing hete with you. So enjoy the story



My life had been a complete bore these last two years, since my wife died. Here I am, a 50 year old man, who works way too much, lives alone, and has not had a need to date. It’s not that I miss companionship, but the thought of finding someone to date, seems to be monumental at my age



This is a “prequel” to my story “College Girls,” posted on this site some time ago. The two young men in that tale, Dan and Tom, were juniors in college. This narrative begins near the end of their sophomore year. It isn't necessary to read one to understand the other


Chapter 6 Flowers and a Phone Call My heart stopped, and then raced at a thousand beats a minute. Mary had just said we could use Kat's bedroom tonight. What did this mean? I tried to think. Mary went off to try to straighten things up after the evening festivities