True Story - Page 226

I've known for a long time that, sometimes, sticking something in my arse while I'm wanking makes me cum harder and faster, but it wasn't until I was in my early 20's that I made the next step - discarding improvised 'toys' for the real thing

They met in early September, on their first day in college. The year was 1968. Her name was Carol, and his name was Charlie. Charlie had always been shy with girls; he had hardly dated before college

Hold his nose so his mouth opens, I wanna piss in his mouth. I was on my knees, my jogging shorts around my ankle, one large African American man had his knee in my back and my arms twisted out and back like a surf board

So my name is Rashid. I'm an Indian, an average looking guy, five-feet-eight-inches in heights and one-hundred-and-forty-pounds with a lean body. I had a European girlfriend. Her name was Linda and she was from Riga in Latvia

When I picked up the phone, Kath was on the other end. “Mel, darling! I’ve just had your paintings back. I chose gilt frames and they look absolutely stunning.” I had delivered the three paintings to Kath as soon as Roger and I arrived back from France

These events are true. I had Zoe write this portion - the start of Day 2 of her slave adventure. If you wonder how anyone could enjoy this, take note of her comments at the end of the story. (Read Slut Slave for the start of the adventure) Zoe writes: I want you to cum

I was arrested for Grand Theft auto and the judge gave me 5 years to do in an Alabama state prison. The first night i was there i was strip searched and made to shower with a bunch of other men

The first time I really noticed my mother as a woman was when I was thirteen and mom was twenty nine. We were getting ready for bed. I had already undressed, turned off the light and got in bed

My sex with a man – the first time. It had been a long week of sales calls, it was Thursday night and one more day to go before heading home. I had taken a hotel in the middle of the city, most central to my customers, on a quiet side street

This is my second story of my life. It is a continuation of the first, so I recommend u read the first one before reading this one. Also, I am a bi, sometimes crossdresser that got around a bit. If that's not something you are into, you shouldn't read any further

Maryanne’s Story – Secret Kisses One year after my husband Michael and I married and moved to Massachusetts, his company transferred him to Ohio, our first of many moves over the next twenty years or so

I’m Dave, or David when mom yells out and I’m in trouble for something, I’m 17 years old, a senior in high school and graduating this summer in which I plan on going to out university to become an engineer in either architectural or mechanical field, haven’t yet decided

I forgot to put incest as one of the themes, so re-posting! My bad! So um little warning, this part of my uh tale? I guess tale is right word, um is a little darker. Sorry but it’s true, not too dark just, I was going through many emotions the day after

My name is David, and my wife's name is Sally. We got married some 15 years ago. Sally has always been a cut up. She is very impulsive and loves to shock people. I first noticed her in college after she came into the college library and pulled a very embarrassing trick on poor Mr

My strongest memory of Brisbane was sitting through a security briefing for upcoming work, normally a dull phone call necessitated by a government bureaucrat ticking a box on a form. I remember an immaculate white melamine wall to wall desk in a refurbished hotel room