Masturbation - Page 90
To continue with these stories I’ll call my brother-in-law Bill and my husband Dave. After the first time my brother-in-law and I were together we found that neither of us wanted to stop. In fact we seemed to be unable to keep away from each other



Spells and Spunk Part 2 I'm going to turn on the comments for this part so I can see what the people who are reading my story actually think and I can find out how to improve the story and improve the rating I got on the first part. It's probs because it was so short
Jennifer (Jennie) Connelly was five and a half years through a six year sentence when she first caught the eye of Officer Hughes. She was 24 years old; she was about five foot nine with long blonde hair and lovely green eyes



The only reason I got to class early that day was because I was so tired I didn't feel like doing anything except sleeping until class started, which was about 20 minutes after I was dropped off at school
Hypnosis Weight Control 3 Cynthia has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions



In spite of its description as "Fiction," this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales. XX. "It looks great, Dean



Girls' Wild Night Out I wanted to hit the town for a wild night out and hoped that I would let myself have some casual sex or do some cock sucking



Fucked up. And this time Big time! But how was I suppose to know any of this would happen? It's not like I was expecting Jessy to simply enter the bathroom as I was having a shower, or mom; as a matter of fact it's them who should take the blame..



Nope Hi my name is Zack Martin. I go to a school on a ship called the S.S. Tipton. I go there with my brother Cody, London Tipton (owner’s daughter)and, Bailey Pickett (Cody’s Girlfriend). They all are my good friends



When in Rome Charlotte was visiting Rome city alone for the weekend she had everything planned and had prepared for months so she could see all the tourist spots. The Treviea Fountain was one of the most fascinating sites that Charlotte had researched



This is a fictional story that is in no way true. If you are offended by gay teen and preteen boys in sexual situations and acts then stop reading and leave now. If you like that then read on. This is a story I have been kicking around in my head for a while



This complete story revolve around a lot of sexual themes that may be offensive to some readers. I don't mean to offend anyone so please read the themes and introductions before reading the chapters
* * * * * Author's Note: First of all, this entire story is a work of fiction, and is the product of my warped and somewhat-perverted mind



Dressed To Thrill – Part 1 It was only a matter of time before my wife discovered what I am, and I discovered her need to dominate and control me. We worked different hours and I was often in the house alone which only encouraged my kinky tendencies



I woke around 1pm. It was the first day of my summer vacation. My parents had left early in the morning. They left some money on the kitchen table, the night before.. They were leaving for three weeks. I could not get time off from my part time job