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Best you read Part 1 The next day, after Vicky and I spent an enjoyable evening together, I was going to take her out for that promised boat ride. I doubt it will be like the one I had taken her sister on
Our office is an unusual place. Basically three businesses in operation under one roof with intertwined staffs and common ownership. There are Secretaries, Receptionists, Accountants, fabrication shop guys and myself, the Graphics and IT guy and part owner of one of the businesses



It was the middle of December, and cold outside. Bailey and Jade sat under a blanket, nude as always, next to a roaring fire. Their starling of a mother walked by smiling, dressed only in white lingerie designed with snowflakes



It's Friday night! Technically, it's Monday. But my work schedule has me off on Mondays and Tuesdays, so those are the night I go out and have fun. However, my idea of fun differs from most I don't spend my nights off at home; hell, I don't even spend them in my home town
FOREWORD: Hello readers. Let me start of by saying that this is the first part of what I think will be a little two part series. It's also my first crack at a longer sex story and the first one I've ever shared so I hope you'll get a kick out of it. Some of you at least
Poster's notes This is a story originally by a friend of mine. On his behalf (because for some reason, he couldn't get an account here), I'm posting it here. He reckons people who read here might like it too
Space Voyeur She stepped out of the cockpit and looked around. Things were as they should. She walked along the deck of the cruiser and headed for her quarters. In the highly polished finish of the walls she could glimpse herself as she strode past. She looked good
I used to babysit for my uncle a lot. He would have me come over after school and watch his two kids while he went to work. I would feed them, change the little one's diapers, bathe them, and make sure they were asleep at night. He got home around 10 and pay me
Jane Doe: part 2. Note: if you haven't read part one then go read it before you read part 2. This is not a true story, it's just a fantasy of mine that i would fantasize about over this really gorgeous girl i somewhat knew



I remember when I was a senior in highschool and the first time I held my twin sister's panties when folding laundry. I was curious from then on out. I pick them up and sniffed them, they smelled like all the rest of the laundry. It didn't satisfy my curiousity
He always changed trains at my Tube station, this young man. He reminded me of a smart young guy I used to pass every morning on my walk to work in the city where I grew up and had my first job



Chapter 2 – The after party I have just finished my 2nd day on the job. A job that apparently involves being tied up, spanked, and ends with me standing around in my panties holding a plastic cock
“Have a nice time Johnny,” screamed my mom as I walk away from the car. “And don’t forget to say thank you.” “I won’t,” yelled John as he ran towards his friend’s house, he was 15 years old at 5’10” 130 pound frame with white skin and brown hair
It was my first assignment as a professional trek manager. Trek was near Mumbai, the details of which I cannot share with you but I can say that I was leading a group of 30 young men and women. I had to catch Vidarbha Express from Nagpur for the overnight train journey to Mumbai
My name’s Joe, I’m a retired engineer and I’m bisexual. This is an almost true story of a gay relationship that developed between me and an Australian guy named Alex. If you’re not into this sort of thing, do yourself a favour and read no further