It all started with identities hidden behind pseudo names. Everyone feels the need to cover themselves in the beginning and we did as well. When I first met him I cared very little for him. His personality, the one he fronted for his audience, left me imagining a rather crude and immature person behind the
The sprawling campus greeted Emily, a newcomer from a small town, with its grandeur. The city’s pulse throbbed in every step she took, a symphony of new beginnings. With fiery red hair and an air of unassuming charm, she stood out, an enigma to the urban landscape.The Professor, a seasoned academic, observed Emily’s entrance into
Building a Dream: Part ElevenWhere Jay tells all about her strange day with the wives“Those woman are bat-shit fucking crazy,” Jay said. She didn’t elaborate straight away. She laid in the bath, the bubbles floating around her as she clearly relaxed to let out any tension that had built in the past few hours.“What happened?”
This story is set in a time where low risk prisoners are able to volunteer to provide sexual services to certain essential workers in return for early release from a sentence. A number of us girls have been sent to an Army camp to comfort the soldiers and four of us have just spent the
Lisa Baker was my 12th grade history teacher. She was a tall, slim brunette with a great smile and was easily the most attractive teacher I had that year. She didn’t dress too provocatively but still managed to show off her figure. I spent all class staring at this lady and more often than not
Fantasm, Incest, Rape Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Fri 15th of August 2008 At 16 I was a curvacious girl. My 39DD tits strained against my bra and my tight ass was round and filled my panties. I was blonde with blue eyes, and loved being the center of attention at
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