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Part one, the spoiled vacation trip It was the day before Christmas, Stan and his wife Amber had just gotten back early from their winter vacation in the Caribbean, they were only there for two weeks when Amber's mom and aunty decided at last minute to spend Christmas with them

I was still soaking in all that just happened, when a voice rang out in the house. "Hello? Is anyone home?" "I am in the living room Mom." "Oh. Did Abigail leave?" Mom came into the living room and plopped down beside me. "No

Have Hands—Will TravelFirst Sex-- #3 After my parents left for work Le'Lu and I sat on the porch swing with cold lemonade she had fixed. As we swung in the warm breeze, she began talking about our afternoons together

I Love This Game My name is Bill and I am 44 years old and I am quite happy with the way things are in my life and family. I have a good wife and two wonderful kids, ages 11 and 14, both girls. I am very sexual and I love sex and all its’ pleasures that comes along

It was the end of summer, when the temperatures should have started their annual decline. This year, it was different since the Pacific Northwest was in one of the longest heat waves in it's history

*Best decision I made* I scoured the Internet looking for something, yearning for something, someone, when I found the sex story section of xnxx and then located the forum

The following morning we showered briefly, pressing on with a quick breakfast keen not to waste the precious time left. We drove to our ‘special’ beach, parked up and walked into the dunes

Your name is Alisha. You are out walking looking for some fun or adventure. Picture a villa high in the mountains with fenced in swimming pool and huge glass windows. The place is secluded and only approached by a single track road or a mountain path

Ginger Sullivan was tall. Very tall. Standing at 6’-2,” she towered over all the boys and girls in her high school senior class

Thank you for reading my stories, please feel free to comment and leave a rating. Please give me some comments on my stories, and how I can improve them! Write the first paragraph to a story and I will finish it for you! First paragraph written by lastone222

I knew where I was as soon as the blue light penetrated my eyelids. My eyes flew open, but I was disappointed to see I was the only person in the room. The white light doused me then, and I could feel the energy leaking from me, as it built up my body

"Thank God! Home at last." I thought as I came through the apartment door. I could hear water running in the shower. "I guess I might as well get a glass of tea and watch the news for a minute." I thought

Hey there. Before anything I would like to tell everyone that this is my first ever story. I'm not to confident with my self yet but if you enjoyed it than a rating would be nice. Also English is not my mother language. I've studied English and lived in the USA for a few years

Alvin Jones, one of the greatest basketball players of all time, had the ball in his hands once again setting up for the last shot. His professional basketball league team, the Avatars, were down one point with four seconds on the clock

Sun City Dave (A True Story) I do not know why it has taken me so long to mention Sun City Dave (SCD) but I feel I would be amiss not to tell his story. We met SCD quite a number of years ago while visiting Shangri La Nudist Resort (SLNR)

The Taboo Machines Carla could not wait to try out her new stainless steel goat milking machine. Her friends the Gaucho Girls had lots of experience with livestock and induced lactation

This is a tale of a different age, a time so long ago and yet not so long ago. Cell phones did voice and nothing more. There was no Facebook, no social media. We still used the Yellow Pages, read news in the paper, and viewed porn in print magazines and DVDs

************************************************************** This is part one of a series of stories called the Isabelle Chronicles. Some of these stories are real, some are semi-real and some are just fantasy

“What’ya doing?” The question startled me, jerking me out of my trance. I can slip into ‘the zone’ when I’m sketching and one inherent risk is being crept up on. I snapped out of it sharply, trying to discern the source of the floating voice. It sounded awfully close

You reach up to take off your earrings. “No, please, don’t do that” I say with unintended urgency. You turn your head and look at me oddly, as if gauging my intentions. Recovering my poise I hold your shoulders and steer you to face forward