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Please read the parts before these to get the idea behind the story. Just click my name above to get the list. - - - - “What room are you in?” I asked. “On the end of floor 3, by the exit.” “I’m on the other end.” “Wanna get lunch?” “Yeah, let’s do it. I’ll be down in an hour
The first part is a story builder and beginning to a series, it’s filled with a few childhood dramas; that build the character of my later story profile. It may not be to everyone’s liking, but each story needs a start. Bare with it, the sex scenarios begin after this chapter



We both had after school rehearsals till 7pm on Thursday. He was in music and me in drama. I got out early and found out my parents couldn't pick me up, meaning I would have to catch the train home. I stood there in the wind deciding what to do



As soon as I get to college the next day, I look for Melody. I can’t find her anywhere. We don’t have our usual media class on a Tuesday so I have to wait till lunch time to try and find her
I had barely moved back to my hometown after being on the east coast for about three years and out of the town for about eight years altogether



When I woke up from the blaring sound of my alarm the next morning, I groggily turned it off and headed to my shower. I quickly rinsed, dried, and got dressed before coming out. There was no naked Isabelle this time which, while a little disappointing, was good



We lay together on the bathroom floor, our lips glued together with the sticky residue left behind from that mornings activities



one else’s soiled underwear or swim-shorts? Well I have and I’ve got to write this down quickly because it happened only last week and it was one of the horniest, sexiest experiences I can remember! It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite early in the morning



The Teacher Her hair was blonde and cut to her neck; her eyes were the coolest blue. Her form was that of an angel and he loved her so, his only problem was that she was his English and drama teacher. He had always had a place in his heart for Miss Denver



This is a true story about a high school slut i know. Rachael was a nymphomaniac.It Was hard to believe that this 16yr old has such a huge libido.She was the sexiest girl in school which made sure she got action whenever and with whoever she wanted



The day started out just like any other weekday - I woke up at 6.30, rolled over and fumbled for my phone to turn off the alarm. Emma, my wife, was away at another business conference. She was in Berlin and gone since Monday, not due back until Friday
This is simply a fictional story. Any similarities between real people and the characters are purely coincidental. Also, if you haven’t read them, refer back to chapters 1 through 3 of this story on my profile



I was only 14, and I was lonely. Growing up, I never had many friends; everyone thought I was too weird. My clothing made most people think I was Goth but I wasn’t, I just liked black and listening to metal, but the Goths thought of me as a wanabe poser



Doctor's Incestuous Family (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Three: Big Brother Knocked Me Up By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Dr. Bernice Wilson I closed my eyes, my hands rubbing my large, naked breasts as I lay in bed



The time the twins and I had spent together over the past school year were priceless. It was now getting toward the end of the school year, thank God. I was having a tough time in school the past few weeks, and my grades were on the edge of failing