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Notice: Please be aware that this series – ‘Expect the Unexpected’ – is a collection of unrelated stories and narratives. As such, please don’t expect to see characters from any previous entry. I apologize for any disappointment

When I met the girl who was to become my girlfriend, and eventually my wife, she was only 18, and I was 22. She was around 5’5, brunette hair, slim but curvy, with brown eyes and a 32e chest that blew me away every time

After dreaming about Erin, my bombshell of a neighbor, in the shower, it seemed like I willed her to come knocking at my door. Smiling shyly as I let her in, I noticed that she was holding a handle of Vodka

EDIT: Had to edit the ages to remain on the site! This is a true story that began when I was about 5. This is my first story, so please, any feedback would be great. When I was about 5 yrs old I somehow discovered that I enjoyed women's clothing, especially wearing them

Sara - First time (M/f, consensual, prost.) Viktoria was driving her car. She and Sara just left the house where Sara had her first sexual experience. In her pocket there was a billet of 100 Euros and much more in her account in the house and, mostly, she was happy

JackassTales…Tale # 59…Readers; I never have cared much for stories written by guys speaking from a female point of view. But for this contest tale, I have written one of those stories myself. I like happy endings, yet the rules say this is supposed to be about unrequited love

My first sexual encounter happened in the spring of 1982. I had just turned 14, and was with my family at a sportsman’s club that we were members of near Orlando, Florida. The club had horseback riding, tennis, skeet shooting, a gym, and dining facilities

Lost and Forgotten 12/20/2010 Author's Note: None of this is real. This may or may not be based on something real, but even if it was (and I'm not telling if it is real or fake) obviously names would have been changed, and locations shifted

Hi, it's Ali! I belong to a very large and conservative Muslim family. We lived in one of the largest cities in central India. My father had 7 brothers and we all live in a huge gates private compound

The intermission was over and I got into place to watch the second half of Thran Raider’s set. The balcony I was in was partially blocked off by parts of the new light and sound system they installed two years ago into the old theatre

Okay this is my first story i have posted so be kind. yes it is a true story it happen to me when i was young. i hate myself for it and always will.but we cant help what gets us off, and to tell you the truth this story even though i lived it and regret it, it still gets me off

Lucy is a beautiful girl, having inherited her mother's good looks together with her father's height. In-fact she was unusually tall. She possessed a most voluptuous figure and loved to display it. Unlike her blonde mother

The Battered Lamp Prologue: The Lamp's Journey Copyright 2014 Visit my blog at Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this! Six Shall be one, the Marid defeated

The week was dragging by with me anticipating Debbie’s next visit. My mind was going crazy thinking about how wonderful my cock was going to feel sliding into her sweet 16 year old virgin pussy. On a very rare occurrence, in our relationship now, my wife wanted to have sex

Part One One day, back in 1975, my friend Scott invited me over for a beer after work. We were both just out of college for the summer and had just turned 21 during the school year, so beer became a regular part of our week

Feel: A Stallion Novel A few words to the reader: I wrote this a long time ago, so it's not my style of writing. I based some of the character on people from my life and actual experiences. I dont have spellcheck on my computer so shut up about grammer and the like

Chapter 1 Hi, Im Tom, Im your average 15 year old. I have always been quite stocky due to playing a lot of rugby, Im about 6'1 and i have brown hair, brown eyes Pretty regular guy. I have always had a thing for my French teacher, Mrs Jones

“I’m going to a Christian camp,” Anne announced at breakfast one day, about two weeks later. Our nightly visits were still on-going, but the longer we continued, the more resolute I was that it had to stop

It was an average summers day in England in the year of our lord 1799. The rain had stopped briefly and the sun had broken through the clouds to bathe the hills in its golden glow

There she was, naked in her room, alone in her house, her parents out of town, and she was pissed off. Just out of 8th grade, Lexi Cartwright was trying to make the most of her summer