Virginity - Page 86
Mom A Whore I had the best mother in the world, or so I thought. She is very pretty, very sexy, and she takes very good care of dad and I. Then one day I came home unexpectedly. I wasn’t feeling well and the school nurse had sent me home
My parents were out of town so I had to go stay with Aunt Janine for the weekend. I didn’t mind because I have always had a secret crush on her. She always tells me I am cute and is always calling me a handsome boy. She is in her 30’s and very pretty
ars as perfect as marble statue Curves as if born of sea foam Skin so perfect to shame the moon Her hair as Golden as the suns amber rays And so flowing as to be silk made of wind The Aphrodite of my common toils To this angel do I gaze upon Day in and day out till her prayer upon the balcony
John took in another deep breath, realizing he had started dozing off. He felt a breeze come through the window behind the setting sun, and it was a bit cool, especially since he still had a bit of sweat on his chest
To be honest, yes, I am a woman. I turned 18 last month, and I wanted to say this is my first story. So, if it IS bad, it's my fault. But I will try to make it as explicit as possible without giving away too much. But anyway, thanks so much for reading it, even if you read a paragraph
How Traditions Start – part 2 An original story by Starrynight Enjoy: Molly watched her mother and brother enter the guest bedroom, close the door behind them and heard them lock it


Alyssa I had known Alyssa since we were probably nine or ten years old. She was one of the many girls I knew from the gym. She was also Kassidy’s best friend. They did everything together, school, camp, dating, sports, if you found one of them you probably found the other
Fbailey story number 459 Window Sex The lady across the street liked getting fucked in her window where I could see her. On more than one occasion she would wave at me. She also knew that I took pictures and video of her with all of her men


Fbailey story number 346 Trudy The Prude My wife said, “So you want to see ‘Trudy the Prude’ in a bikini, do you?” Naturally I said, “Yes, That’s what I just said


A story based on actual events. by Caroline Dutch -thursday 20 november 2008- As I sit on the couch in the living room watching tv. My eyes constantly look up to the clock hanging above it. It is 11.56 pm. In 4 minutes I will turn eighteen and officially be ‘’old’’ haha
6:00am I woke up hot and sweaty I look at my phone and calculate that I only have about two hours left until school starts



My name is lauren and I am a sophomore in high school. I am 5 feet and 5 inches tall with medium length brown hair. There is this boy in my grade named Dustin who I can't take my eye off of. I had a crush on him ever since 5th grade



Day 1, Thursday When I woke up today I didn't know who I was and where I was. I just felt sick. Sick like I've never felt before. The pain didn't come from a specific part of my body, rather from everywhere at once
''Goddamn bitch.'' Chris uttered as he hit the computer screen still staring at the email his girlfriend had sent. Tears on his face were now reaching his neck and his head felt like it was on fire. ''7 fucking months down the drainAlong with my heart
Too Willing Tuesday: Is there such a thing as being too willing? I never thought so! However things have been known to change. My gorgeous wife Eleanor is thirty-six years old, a very well built brunette, and the mother of my two teenage daughters