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I love being a teenage fashion model, because since I turned 18 five months ago, my sex life seems to get hornier and kinkier everyday. You see, since I turned 18, the other 18-and-older models began inviting me to the post-photo shoot orgies. We get four or five naked hotties in a room with two
Time is an uncertain concept to grasp. One day you’re happy and enjoying with your family in a happening neighborhood, the other day you have to pack your bags and move out to the outskirts.That’s exactly what happened with my family too. I was 22 when my dad lost his job and we had to
So, my stepmother Lizzie wants to get pregnant.She is in her early thirties and very fit and hot, and really wanted a kid with my father, but he’s in his late forties, and is not too keen about becoming a father again.So, Lizzie turned to me, as I was my father’s son, I could give
SISTER ACT PART 4The previous three chapters of this narrative have detailed the opening of my wife Betsy’s and my marriage. We had been fooling around with her sister Marie and husband Tom and with a neighbor, Laurie. Laurie’s husband Sid had not been involved yet (at least I thought so). To recap the scoring
A group of high school kids with questionable morals. I was in the back of the church van headed for an all night event we affectionately referred to as a “lock in.” Next to me was my friend Ashley, a very pretty, very friendly fourteen year old girl. It was attractive, peppy girls like her
Claire was bored and frustrated. She could only walk the garden so many times and divert herself with books and music for so long. She was a young woman and had recently tapped into the needs of her body and its potential for pleasure. The fact that she could see the stables where Pierre worked
“For fuck sake Samantha, if I have to come down there to show you how to do your FUCKING job again, you’re going to FUCKING lose it!! Is that understood?!” Her voice, despite coming from the red, kissable lips of a beautiful woman, salivated with venom as she slammed the phone of her desk phone.
A/N: some of my stories are inspired by true events…*She examines her captive hungrily: robust chest heaving with shallow breaths and shapely arms falling down and disappearing bound behind his back. She knows this, because she secured him to the chair herself. Only the finest metal handcuffs for her prey, as she anticipates this one
Yes, this is a re-post. But I went in and fixed all the typos I do believe. Please leave comments. Enjoy “Are you sure this looks okay?” Alice blushed as she presented herself in front of her speechless boyfriend, Damien. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him from behind her red curls
i love the sex with my mom It was a scorching hot afternoon, Donna and Milam and her children, and little bill had taken an excursion out of Catania to the coast line and a small alcove known by the locals as the Cyclops. They had found a nicely shaded spot, had a picnic lunch
Brother and I by Sarah True Story, Incest Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Fri 20th of August 2004 Font size : – + Hi my name is Sarah and I would like to tell you a story that I have never told anyone before mainly because it happened between my younger
How posing led to a hole new picture This is the true story of how a few photos happily changed our married life. About two years after our wedding, my husband Paul and I moved to Miinneapolis. We were both 26 years old. He was originally from suburban Milwaukee and I was from near Dayton
I was thirty-five years old and engaged to be married. This would probably be my last trip abroad as a ‘single’ guy. A last hurrah with one of the lads. Booze and birds in the sun. Getting away from the rainy, windy days back home.When Marc suggested we take a last-minute trip to the Mediterranean
The Tahl-Mat made a quick, imperious gesture with one hand, the soft jangle of the golden bracelets adorning her wrist sounding a compelling note through the long room. Slowly silence spread on both sides of the table as one of the gorgeously plumed ladies hovering behind the seated women rustled forward to help the old
This is Part 07 of an ongoing series, a collaboration between me and the real-life Penny. To provide background and context, you should probably read the earlier parts before this one.This part is a departure in that it is seen from the point of view of Zena, Penny’s 20-year-old niece.Part 07Zena:I was supposed to be
Mid-summer blues had Raefellow feeling a bit depressed as she clocked out of the office two hours early. Fretting illness, she had all intentions of collecting her 18 year-old son, Randy, and driving out on Long Island for dinner.Arriving home, entering the spacious apartment, she followed the sound of soft music to her son’s room.
**This is Fiction. None of it is real.**The Transformation StartsIt was in April when I was eighteen, the rains were falling, the flowers were blooming, and I began to transform. It was a subtle thing, but it had come on suddenly. The signs were there before then, and they were, shall we say, muted. I
“I’m going out for a while, Ray. Can I pick up anything for you?””No, babe.I have some chores. I’ll go out later. Anything that you want for dinner?””We still have most of the appetizers from the Chinese restaurant. That will work. I hate sex on a full stomach. I hate all the farting.””I hear you.
thanksgiving dessert by str8 edge rdneck True Story, Anal, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, First Time, Teen Female/Teen Female, Teen Male/Teen Females Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Thu 12th of April 2007 Font size : – + this is my second story about how things went from good to great Everything in
Ello. The Writer here. Part one. First story. Read. Review. Enjoy. Rebecca King stared out the foggy window of the car as the scenery passed by around her. The rain had been pouring down for what seemed like forever as they drove towards Boston. Her mother, recently divorced from her father, had taken Rebecca from