If you are looking for well-written pros, them my stories are not for you.They bare raunchy and hardcore based on my approach and experiences. This is a True StoryI’d had a thing about Maggy since we were youngsters.Steve was the younger sister of my best mate Pete, who was exactly the same age as me.
Our first time was one I will remember for a long time. It was not only the simple coupling of two bodies, but the union of body and soul. It started when I came home from a long day at the college, you were home waiting for me, and you had a strange glint in
DRIVE IN CONFUSIONBefore my wife Tammy and I were married, we dated for our last few years in high school. In the summer between graduation and college, we often went to the drive-in theater, sometimes alone, often with friends. I was getting in Tammy’s pants with my fingers, but hadn’t screwed her yet. We were
A Father’s Struggle 01 – IntroAuthor’s Notes:I have decided to do a new series that is both part of the SSC series and it’s world. And at the same time not.There might be some overlap between this new series and SSC as some of the characters might intermingle.———————————-You ever have the problem where you live
If you are not into Daddy/daughter incest, breeding, and breast milk, find a different story.If you don’t like it, I don’t need to hear it.If you do like it, I love reading your messages. I may not reply but I read them.Everyone is 18 in this story.This story is not historically accurate.******Daddy and I didn’t
My senior year at high school would see me turn eighteen years old. As a youth I spent my time developing. I developed my body, my interests, my goals, my likes and my dislikes. Others around me helped to shape my ideas and thoughts but I knew that I was independent. My journey in life
I have nothing but fond memories of Misha; she was very kind. I remember working that crappy part-time job with her that Summer, secretly having a crush on this 24 year old bombshell with gigantic blue eyes, a tiny waist, and her full undeniable hips. I was 18, a virgin, and about ready to ship
All characters are over eighteen years old. This chapter contains scenes of masturbation that includes two siblings.CHAPTER ONE – 1999″How are you going to sit here and tell me that the bible doesn’t discriminate against women?” Mary asked her brother.The tall, brown haired and brown eyed young woman stood over her brother as he sat
This is my first ever piece of fiction. Thank you to Zebra2001UK for helping to edit it slightly. All people here are of consenting age.////////////////////////////////////////Jane had always wished that she had had the opportunity. She knew what he did. Mr. Rogers was a giver and a taker, as he would often call himself. He was
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.It’s just a haircut. Book 1It’s Just a haircut. Well, my good friend Jim from work says. “You have to go get
It was only meant to be a quiet drink. How wrong we were… Building a Dream: Part SixFollows on a few hours after our mornings liaison with the housekeeper at our hotel. All the names apart from our good friends Manus and Sara have been changed and Jay helped me to remember the dialogue. Jay
True Story, Anal, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Gay Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Tue 21st of March 2006 How I became bi I had experienced a few things that were leading me up to this I had been fingered in my ass by a girl and had fingered my self also.I am 24
[Not a sex story. Maybe a little sexy, but not a sex story. It is as true as a fifty-year-old memory could make it. It is based on events that happened.The stats for my stories are like this: Only 1.7% of readers Vote. Only 0.115% of people who read my stories Comment on my stories.
It was an unusual circumstance to say the least. I had been seeing Liz for about 6 months when the subject first came up. She had been talking about how once her girl friend Veronica and she had shared a motel room doing their respective boyfriends on the double beds in the room. Suddenly she
Author’s Note: This is prelude to the Sindhu Diary – a Punctuated SymphonyMy heart raced as my mother initiated the conversation that had cast a lingering shadow over that memorable night. Her eyes bore a blend of curiosity and apprehension, and I steeled myself for a discourse that held the potential to unearth long-submerged uncertainties.