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One thing that I have been very aware of for a number of years is that my area of interest is predominantly dominated by males

There was no possible reasonable explanation as to why my 14-year old cousin was laying naked on my bed. Trust me, within a matter of a minute my mind had tried to figure out numerous ways to which I could explain the situation, but alas, none were worth the exertion

Summary of parts 1-7: When 17 year old Elizabeth Turner gets almost "raped" by her so called boyfriend, Spencer, she finds herself in a tight position after Robert Matthews—otherwise known as Gary Smith by his colleagues—saves her from things going too far

His hands roamed across her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt his embrace; His tongue traced around her aereola as she moaned softly, enjoying the attentions of her lover

Valedictorian turns Slut Lisa was a 23 year old college girl, on track to become the valedictorian. She organized the model united nations, she was head of the debate team, she regularly visited church and her parents were public figures and very very proud of her

This story is one of great change. I went from a horny 18 year old dark red haired 6 foot girl, to a cum slut with a need for hardcore sex seen only in porn. If you have read my story anniversary, this is the story of why I'm like that

My dark eyes adjusted to the dim of the forest quickly. I moved through the thick brush as quietly as I could, but movement and light out of the corner of the eye caused me to stop. Fixating on the azure glow, a smile broke across my sharp, 25-year-old male features

ver story let alone sex story! Lemme know what you guys think and what I can improve ïŠ spelling and punctuation are not my main priority so they are not perfect, SORRY ïŠ My back arched as he licked my clit once again and I moaned his name, ‘Eddyyyyy’ through bitten lips exciting him more

Goodness. I guess just enjoy and leave me nice comments if you want more because trust me these two are far from done. After a quick break to eat and recover a little-during which Oren seemed to return to his normal almost shy state-I had Oren strung up to a hook on the ceiling

When I had last left you John and I had just ran into DeRonda at the store. We were there to pick up some munchies in case we got hungry later tonight. John and I talked about DeRonda on the way to pick up Kim. “So will you take me to DeRonda’s next party?” I asked John as he drove

This is a continues from Part 8 “Remember if you fail; you will be my bitch forever” Those were the parting words from Tex; I was not sure what they meant, but it made me feel uneasy to say the least

We had been in Jamaica for about 2 weeks. On average, we had sex twice a day, in the morning and at night. EJ started lasting longer and now can last through 2 of my orgasms without cumming, at the least

Shit shit shit. John stared at me for a minute or two and then decided to go after her. I followed slowly behind him. When we couldn’t find her after ten minutes of searching the whole school, John simply took my hand and headed back towards the gates

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 24 DREAM FUCKING My neighbor Tanu (Name changed) is a Punjabi lady, almost of my age, staying next door. She is an unsatisfied lady in sex. Her Husband is a well-built Sardar but he is not able to satisfy his wife fully

Elizabeth was always a quiet wallflower of a girl. She kept to herself all through her high school years, and it carried over to her adult life. She was bright, excelling in school as well as the arts and music

Sometimes my mind tend to travel to crazy places. Very dark sexual places. I used to be afraid. I used to shut them out, but not anymore. I have learned to embrace them. I can only wonder why, my brain would travel to such forbidden places in the first place

Fold, Spindle, and Mommy Rape Part 3. by DiscipleN - all characters herein are 18 or older by the time they act sexually. - I managed a full night's sleep after a long shower, until Race woke me the next morning by pulling my jaw open. "Huh? Race? Hey! NO!" I shrunk back

I'm not his 'fangirl'. I'm not his 'nurse'. I'm just his friend. His friend who just so happens to be a girl. I am on the greenish-teal, red, and white plaid comforter of his freshly made bed as I wait for his return. From where? From doing the livestream with Cry, of course

The Following Story Is Fictional. Her name was Natalie, she moved in next door about three months prior. Remembering that on it's own got me hard, I mean how could it not? the perky tits under her tight pink crop top just teasing all who look? Or how about the short.

She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her