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UPDATED!! Hi. My name is Crissy. I'm a 19 year old female. This story is about how my fascination with sex began. I was maybe 4 or 5 years old when it started. What me off was the first porn I saw

A Good Samaritan has his reward. She raised the alarm and his temperature. I had not had a real holiday since my parents had retired ant left the UK for the Caribbean

It sounded simple enough on the surface: Spend some time over the winter break at the university, make one thousand dollars, and earn six college credits. That was what the advertisement in the school paper said, at least

The Things We Do at Home - part 4 An Original true story by Starrynight. It took me a while to get all the facts straight for this chapter. Thanks Jessica and Chris. Hope you enjoy

Note: I am not the Author of this story. I recently read this much of the story on this website (XNXX) with less grammar etc. I searched the web for the rest of the story and will be uploading them part by part at some point during this week

(Note: I'm back. Looks like this will be a once a month sort of thing. Nothing really to say on this one though besides that this is still fiction and that I would still appreciate criticism with negative votes. Or just criticism in general since, you know, I'd like to improve

Ch 3 “This was fun, I haven’t had sex like this. My husband only like to have sex in the missionary position, and I don’t know why, he only wants to have sex with a condom on”, said Eva as she took off what remain of her shirt

The think I liked most about us was how close we were. From the very first day together, there was openness between me and my little brother Zane that I never thought I could have, let alone with family. That and we were best friends

The following is not a story I'm necessarily proud of. It isn't a very long story either, for the actual event lasted for a very short time indeed. It is awkward, it is little flattering, and, perhaps, it is even a bit wrong

Summer break was finally here, and Debbie was ready. She loved going to college, one it was away from her overly demanding mother and over protective father. She could be herself. Now two years at the University of Arkansas, Debbie had made a name for herself. She didn’t mind one bit

Time Apart Having danced since she was about 6, Andrea was very flexible and she didn’t let it go to waste, finding no trouble applying her skills to improve and spice up the already amazing sex she had with Jack

By now the room has warmed considerably and you are warm from your bath. I dry you with a big fluffy towel, slowly massaging your shoulders and arms and legs as I do so. Still, I pause every couple of seconds to kiss a different random part of your body

Cassy runs out of her house, slamming the door. She had two bags in her hands and some cash in her pants. She was on her way to get a place of her own because her parents had pissed her off for the last time

First and foremost the true author of this is King Of Rejects. It is his story and I have not altered it in anyway. I do have his permission to repost these. Enjoy -M After what happened with Amy and I it was the best sleep I ever got in my life

This is an almost forgotten story from many years ago. Just recently I met someone who lived just a couple of miles from the place where a cousin of mine had lived and that brought back memories of how many years ago, I was on holiday with her on the south coast of England

Garreth came home from work early, he put in half a day’s holiday due to it being quiet at work, as he unlocked the front door and stepped through he took a quick glance at the bills on the floor, and though fuck it I will open them later

Authors note: This is a fictional story of my real mother. I love her so much. And wanted to express my love to her with this story for Valentine Day. Please note that English is not my native league so I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes that you might encounter

When I was younger. My aunt was a frequent visitor to our house. Remembering to have the biggest crush on her, with my want of sex in my teen years being a big factor. I spent countless nights in my room masturbating to the thought of her

It was 10 P.M. on a warm Friday evening when I returned to the house that Becca and I shared. “Hi, sweetie,” Becca said, as I opened the front door and stepped into the house. “How did your day go?” “Pretty good,” I replied, as I set two large brown bags down on the floor

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author