Masturbation - Page 259

This has been pent up inside for years. I have never told a soul until now. As to whether this is a true story or not, it is true to the best of my memory. The thing is there truly are two sides to every story, so I am telling my side…. The way I remember the following events

I pulled out of my daughter’s back yard before sunrise the next morning still wondering about my stay here in Florida. I had had intercourse with my 17 year old grand daughter and relations with my 14 year old one

Barb and I were at Rooster Rock and had walked down to the far end of the beach where there is a small bluff between the beach and the woods. There is an intermediate level partway up the bluff where there is a wide step that is great for providing a small amount of privacy

It was Summer 2003. My family and my cousins family were (still are) neighbors. That Summer was the Summer where I discovered a new me. I discovered that I liked boys. I had just gotten out of the 4th grade. I was 9 years old and I was more happy than ever to have Summer here

Panties for Sale? Chapter 2 Dark gray french lace panties. Cotton. Easily my favorite pair. I shook my head in disbelief once more and lay back, happily fisting them around my cock

It started off at my summer house along the beach. I go there every summer without my parents around to kind of just get away from the big city. I had a few friends there. Almost every night we would go out to various clubs to go dancing

Continuing the story where I left off ENJOY :) I had been fingering my hole on a daily basis because my itchy spot had started a craving deep inside me and the only way to satisfy it would be to poke and rub it repeating an endless cycle

Snowball Fight It all started when I was around 14 years old, just getting used to growing up and learning about my sexuality. I was interested in trying new things, especially with girls. I lived in a pleasant town, with lots of friends in my neighborhood. But one stood out

John was taking a shower after he got home from work when he heard the bathroom door open. He tried to look through the frosted glass of the shower doors when the shampoo ran down his face and got into his eyes

long ago as my curiosity grew about what the other sex looked like in particular my grandmother and mother who were the only other two in the house besides me and the only women I had a lot of contact with looked like beneath their clothes I made a hole in my closet so I could look into the bathroom

Ms. Orchards Second Night in the Cabin Julie Orchard lay in her bed; she was dissatisfied, not only with being snowed into a cabin but with her life. Only five years ago she had been in the Olympics, a rising star, and had been performing the routine of her life

Be nice its my first story and theres alot of teasing and kissing so if your not into it look elsewhere

I was a freshman in a big city high school in the ‘70s and wasn’t surprised when in my first semester I had swimming and for “public health reasons,” all of the boys would do it naked

Hey, I’m back and if you read the first part of this story, well then here’s what happened next… One morning after my girlfriend left for work, I got Kyle to come into the bedroom

This a story of two childhood friends now young 20 year old roommates living the life in a big city downtown and having an interesting experience after a night of drinking….ps. the names have been changed to protect the innocent, based on a true story

THE ISLAND Chapter 1 It was my lucky day. I was 32, single, and flying to Korea on someone else’s dime

Prologue Coming home wasn't an easy choice for Alan. He hated that after doing so well at his writing career, he had to come back here. North Carolina was supposed to be his past. Now he was standing in front of the same house he had tried so hard to leave

The nineteen seventy-five Elvis Presley Convention was swinging, somewhere over two thousand fans were having a great time. My stall was busy, I had a new selection of Elvis posters, from a deal I’d done in France

Sara was jolted from her nap when the phone rang. She glanced over at the kitchen clock. It was 6:15pm. She’d been studying hard since school started three weeks ago and had passed out in the process. It was her trucker friend, Cliff

I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I'm now sharing them as she believes they're worthy of being posted. It’s 10AM and my alarm is singing its awful wake up call