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Thank you to those who read stories.I’ve had experiences, fantasies, and thoughts that I felt like sharing and I hope you enjoy the writings.Some stories are completely true, some are fictional, and some are a combination of fact with some fiction (to enhance the story).I may tell you if it’s a true story or sometimes
All characters are at least 18 years old. This is a non-canonical story related to the Family Morsel series.——DrewI had to look in the eyes of a man who had been ready to strangle me to death just two days ago, and pretend I didn’t take his daughter’s virginity but a day later. If Leon
He leans close and places the softest kiss upon her forehead. She smiles, he knows, a hand creeping upward over his chest. It’s soft and tentative, and fingers curl into the material of his shirt with confused desire that’s reflected in the deep brown of her eyes.He breathes her in as he kisses her, inhales
I’m sitting on a low wall, next to the outdoor lunch area at my high school in Glendora, near Los Angeles, eating the lunch my Mom made for me when Diane Graham walks over to me.”Hi, Brett,” she says as she sits down next to me.”Hi, Diane,” I reply. Why is she here? I’ve known
Amy wiped down the table of the corner booth, sighing with habitual disgust at the trails of ketchup, mayonnaise, and spilled salt all over the surface. How could 2 grown adults make such a mess? she wondered.Waitressing in Eddie’s Diner had gradually turned from a teenager’s summer job into an unintentional career for the 40
He was waiting for her in the hall again. Summer. He had never spoken to her but he knew her name.Her Spanish class was next to his. So most days he leaned against the wall before class, waiting for her to walk by.But that day was almost a year ago, Will realized. Before Summer was
Moksh’s P.O.V~I remember her eyes on me. Her strength is still visible on my neck and her eyes have abruptly altered on me. Her unbothered face has turned into troubled.She shuns even looking at me, and I’ve been stressing my distance from her as well. She was right. Why am I intruding in her life?I
The continuation and conclusion of the story “Emma still wets her bed – Ch.1″Everyone mentioned or written sexually about in the story is 18 years old or older.IMPORTANT!This story contains light incest between mother and daughter, lesbian kinky fetishes with pee, some foot fetish and anal, and quite a lot of conversations.- A LOT OF
[The story so far: I’ve recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I’ve met a woman (Angela) and we’ve been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) has watched us have sex, and confessed to Angela. That set Angela thinking, and she
How can I start this. I guess the best way is to just start off by saying that I’m 54 years old. I got married when I was 20. My wife (Karen) was 18 and had a daughter (Cathy) that was one. When Cathy was 18 she had a girl. Her name was Karen after
I decided to stop seeing Rick and Jerry. I also decided to surprise Ryan with Sheila. I let Sheila and myself into Ryan’s office while Ryan was still at lunch. I had Sheila strip down and hide under Ryan’s desk. When Ryan enters I tell him that I have a surprise for him and that
Everyone in this tale is 18+The family gift. Book 2Later I made my way to coffee; I looked over my coffee cup, my eyes a tad bloodshot, picked up my toast, looked again over my cup, and Jean looked over hers. To anyone else, we are both still sleepy, but she looks to the front
Maggie is coming over to see me today, she had the day off from her retail second job. She hated her job. dealing with angry customers all day, I couldn’t do it, I think I would break down too much, I don’t know how to interact with everyday people confidently. I understand why she goes
Author’s Note: I was shocked with the direction it turned. My fingers have a mind of their own sometimes (most of the time). But I wanted to make it into something decent and not just a stroke story, so this is what I came up with. I do have someone looking at this story, but
After returning home from Mon Chalet, I decided to wait 24 hours before discussing the experience with Della. She didn’t mention it either.The next evening, we ate dinner together. I gazed at her, “Dear, what did you think about our sexperience in Mon Chalet?”She wasn’t ready for my direct question. She almost choked on the
Author’s note: Thanks to Chief Hal for his proofreading assistance.All characters in this story that are involved in any sexual encounter or scene are 18 years or older.I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Hell, the only reason I agreed to the dare, was because I knew there was no way Chris was ever going
Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, mistakes, and bad grammar at times.Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.Comments are appreciated.Feedback by email is always welcome. Enjoy chatting with anyone who likes my work.*****I’d been riding a motorcycle since the
Note: The first evening described at the beginning of this vignette is described more fully about halfway through Introductions and Exposures, the beginning of my series about these two characters.She had thought she’d ended the evening by refusing to strip for him. As much as she wanted to be owned, the shift from kissing on
**ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD**___I returned early today from office and had decided to surprise Emma. I had even picked up her favourite pizza on the way home. She had been studying hard for her exams and it would definitely cheer her up.I go upstairs but halt when I hear low sounds
A fictional story from my inner dreamy self. (Not all Fiction)Training Farms – Part 1 – slave girl saraWhen a girl from the local faith-led community reaches the age of eighteen and her school years have finished her dad has the choice of either sending her to university to make a start on her professional