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Into DustThis could have gone in multiple categories. However, so as not to spoil the story more than necessary, (and with the point that it’s in this category, too late for one point, and the tags to help folks find it years from now will spoil some others) I’ll save the more important remarks for
Dave walked slowly through the empty quad. It was the same old high school, although it seemed smaller. He circled round the main building to where the stairs to the school newspaper room were. There was no there…there. Sheets of plywood covered the opening that had led to the stairs. Fuck. With a loud sigh
Hallo, ich muss mich zunächst vorstellen. Mein Name ist Jochen und ich bin nicht gerade ein Adonis. Nicht nur, dass ich einen kleinen Bauchansatz habe, einen relativ flachen Po und eine hohe Stirnglatze, nein… ich habe ein winziges Glied. Er ist winzig, er ist so klein, dass es kaum einen Unterschied macht ob er schlaff
In one breath, he blew out all of the 18 candles on his birthday cake. Today was his day to shine. After his friends and family had wished him a happy birthday, and he had opened all of his gifts, he decided that today would mark the day of a new chapter in his life.Before
On the plane to California it was peaceful. Taylor, mom and I talked about life in California and the baby and what we’d do when we landed.”James can I ask you something?” Taylor said.”Yea what?””Do you want to have children, like I mean um… with me?””Of course I do. I love you Taylor with all
“My Mom says she loves the hardwood in the kitchen so much that now she needs hardwood in her bedroom.”Tommy sighed. Seth was his best friend, and he was so close to the family that he called Seth’s mother Virginia “Aunt Ginny”. But the kitchen work had included sexual escapades between Tommy and Ginny from
ForwardThis tale is dedicated to sons that have fantasized about taking their mothers, which is probably pretty much all of them. And, to mothers that have thought about sexual relations with their sons, which is probably more than most women would think.This story is about two highly intelligent, creative, and well-read teenaged sons that had
The soft hue of twilight bathed the city as I found myself standing before the modern facade of the house, a stark contrast to the rest of the quaint neighborhood. An unfamiliar thrill pulsed through my veins, accentuated by the anticipation of the evening Sarah had planned. I gently caressed the lacy fabric of my
I’m lying in bed in a hotel room on the Vegas strip. It’s two in the morning and I’m buzzing with energy; falling asleep is the furthest thing from my mind. But I dare not move a muscle. I’ll probably be this way for another six hours, and while my nerves are frazzled, I’m loving
My name is Stephanie, I’ve submitted a couple other stories and this is a continuation of a previous venture. I recommend reading part one first, it was published under Erotic Encounters. Hope you enjoy!Mark and I have been somewhat of an ‘item’ for over a month, and the sex has been nothing short of incredible!
BZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZTambara’s hand shot out from under a pillow to silence the alarm. It fumbled on the bedside table for a moment until it found its target. Her head remained buried under her pillow with the smallest amount of her blue sleep scarf sticking out.Vanessa was standing at the vanity putting on makeup.
I had arrived at camp about 11 am. It was deserted. I had arrived a week before anyone else because as head of the stables, I had a ton of work to do. All 20 of our horses had been turned out last October, and they had been out all winter. It was now May
Author’s Note: All characters that appear in this series are fictional and over the age of 18.About Trevin: This is part four of a series following Woodcroft High School senior Trevin Flowers’ journey through his senior year. He is among the older students in his class, as he turned 19 years old just before the
The names of this story have been changed to be as generic as possible. This is a story based on actual events that breaks the strong and often ridiculous bonds of classism that can occur in the world we live in. I hope to demonstrate that love can break all rules and that sexual relations
The night before I had declared my devotion to Angela Harris. She in turn, had supervised my masturbatory dream come true. At work the next day, she acted as any supervisor would, giving no sign of what had transpired the prior evening. Late in the afternoon she called me into her office and brightly announced
Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family. I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.Kid stuff, Right? Book 5We drove most of the way home; we did not talk about the yellow-gray sky that hung over
The cleaning ladies walked toward me, still laughing. They were glad to see me in my classroom on a Sunday. Two coeds and myself had made quite a mess earlier in the week and these must be the ladies that had cleaned up the evidence of our sexual escapade that “smelled like sweaty pussy and
“How was bowling tonight, win any games?””Yes honey, teamed up with Tim tonight and we beat Max and Stan twice.””Good, well it’s late I’m off to bed see you in the morning.””Goodnight honey, I’m going to have a shower and watch some TV.”Every Friday night I go bowling with my mates, or so I tell
Author’s note- Not to be taken too seriously, this started as a very short “stroke piece” but got a little out of hand. Hope you enjoy nonetheless and consult a doctor before attempting any of the therapies contained herein.*In mid-conversation on a video call, Mom acknowledged my return home with a wave of her hand
The Low is always there, stroking my lower back in a comforting manner, because he is a friend, I know him, he hurls his black hole body at my centre when he comes, devours me and spits me out, what is left of me, weeks, maybe months later. But he always spits me back out.